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[mischieflawed]

📷 Favorite picture/screencap of your muse?

Mun talks about the Muse:

from my folder of icons I no longer use.

[oceancaged]

If Moira was in a musical and had a solo, what genre of music would it be? (if its a jukebox type musical, what song would he be covering?)

!!!

I think she would be some sort of pop musical, the sound of happy instruments, dance numbers, big smiles. As for cover songs- it would have to be from the musical Waitress "What's Inside" or "She used to be Mine"

[stoppedheart]

i have 40 followers now and most of them are spoop

[iobartach]

@fableswcrn // continued from; to let go or not-- 🤔💣

Given the reception his actions received, the correct and proper choice was plain to see. The prospect of conflict was something he faced regularly, especially when word about his actions came to light. Where possible, however, Miguel preferred to avoid coming to blows, such that, somewhere between the count of 3 and 2, he relinquishes his hold.

"Had to be certain." It's as close to an apology that the other man was liable to get, a justification for hostile behaviour that's explained away with; "Been attacked too often lately. Getting tired of it."

[bladesout]

✏️ - Why did you choose to write your muse(s)?

I just wanted a creative output other than drawing her for the 10,000th time. I was writing on a different platform when I first started to rp as Circe, her story was a bit different then compared to today. There was a few years gap between then and when I found that others were using this platform to write. So I decided to give her bio a total overhaul before joining, it was also the time when RE6 came out - so I was very much influenced by that.

munday questions.

[citysank]

@fableswcrn said:

"Ohhh that's a lotta blood..."

BAD INJURY SENTENCE STARTERS–––ACCEPTING

A BROW FURROWS, one hand pressing pressure to the wound while the other, SHAKES and fumbles while he struggles to try and finish wrapping his abdomen, NO DESIRE to speak on the subject before he lets out an ANNOYED puff.

"Yeah yeah I've heard it all before man–––"

HE HUNCHES over, the pain still wincing inside him, FIRING from his skin up his spine and back again as he grimaces under the force of the pain on his stomach. He ALWAYS hated when he screwed up things like this. It always wound up COSTING him later, and the worst part of it all is now he's gonna TRY and survive with this pain in his gut.

"Isn't the first time, and won't be the last time."

[griimarch]

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It had been one of those nights, you know the ones, where you wake up the next morning and death is calling? Eyes barely open Gemma made her way to the nearest coffee stand to grab a cup, hoping it would keep death away long enough that she could function in society. Clearing her throat she waited in line and then looked down at the gum and other icky stuff-covered ground. “It's like everyone decided that now was the time to get coffee.” The woman mumbled to herself unaware that it was loud enough to be heard.

[griimarch]

@fableswcrn​ asked;  📜

Gemma: God, give me patience. Jack: I think you mean 'give me strength'. Gemma: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.