#letters | asks

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🖤 - A song that my muse would dedicate to someone they hate or dislike

hmmmmmmmmmmm....

I'm really ironically pissed off right now I'm feeling quite lost right now Like in a really big forest like in Lake Tahoe or something Somewhere big and scary 'Cause you're scary as shit, dude! Like I don't know really know what I can tell you You kinda freak me out, but we can be friends

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Matt fucking loathes the Dude in a confused and dizzying sense. The Dude is so hot and cold with him that he was left with freezer burns after his stint at Paradise.

And now he cannot pry the ginger off of him.

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12. do you ship any rarepair?

14. have you dropped a ship in the past? why?

[I'm not super big on shipping in general. But in TF2's fandom, the ships I engage with are pretty big within the fandom, that being Heavy/Medic, but I do also like Science friends (I think that's the name for it) which is Medic/Engie/Demo, which I think is a rarepair; but outside of the fandom and into the realms of niche games, I ship Isaac/Garet from Golden Sun, and Bat/Bear from Bat and Bear (a visual novel I made one or two years ago, not to toot my own horn)

As for ships I have dropped, I have dropped any and all ships from Eddsworld due to the drama that had happened within the fandom at the time I engaged with its tumblr RP community, and out of respect for the former members of the team.]

[robo-legs]

💀 - A song that would be played to portray my muse’s death or passing

Bones, blood and teeth erode With every crashing node

Wings wouldn't help you Wings wouldn't help you down

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tw: death

It would be another fatal error of the system, a devastating lack of resources. Matt would be one of the many permanent casualties.

He wouldn't panic at the realization that it was over for him as a rocket flew towards his heart rather than his chest. There would be a calm acceptance, and a silent apology to those who cared for not being careful enough; for jumping too soon.

And he'd pray they'd move on swiftly and go on with their lives, that they'd heal and the scars fade into nothingness. But he knows the truth: they wouldn't heal and would mourn forever, watching the empty space he left get filled with someone else, and he'd have to die knowing that.

But he'd be at peace with everything. Despite his end being violent and bloody, it's peaceful.

[robo-legs]

♩ - A song with lyrics that I associate with my muse

Between 3 and 6 when my big ideas hit Green freeways, green freeways, driving fast, at last It's hard to be fake with nobody else awake I can live how I live, baby, hanging hard, working hard

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Louis Cole is my personal voice claim for Matt, particularly when he was featured on the Dead Wax podcast. So I associate most of his songs with Matt.

And to fully connect this particular song to him: Matt's an insomniac and a very secretive musician. He plays the drums - but since there is no proper drumset on base or any place he could play, he opted to practicing on empty and forgotten plastic drums he modified far from the barracks.

[robo-legs]

🎤- A song that my muse would sing

Ponyo, Ponyo, Ponyo, fishy in the sea Tiny little fishy, who could you really be? Ponyo, Ponyo, Ponyo, magic sets you free Oh, she's a little girl with a round tummy!

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If his character set in the modern day, there is no doubt he would be singing this at karaoke night and getting everyone hyped up for lil' Ponyo.

[robo-legs]

✋ - Describe their body language. 🧥 - What kinds of clothes do they wear?

In one word his body language is "tired." He does try to mask it in the day, straightening up just a touch and pocketing his hands to feign a casual look, but it could be seen in his eyes.

If not in uniform, Matt often dresses in a way that cares more for comfort over aesthetics, a simple t-shirt, sweatpants and mismatched socks, and fluffy slippers that are worn down to the sole. He's often too tired from work to care. If he had the energy to care, he would dress up more. He'd dress in more streetwear. He loves the way graphic sweatshirts look - the ones that couldn't just be bought from a big chain for cheap - just edgy enough to catch the eye but pleasing on the eye, writing running down the arm, or gathered above the cuff. Paired with a collared shirt and some rings; a pair of black or beige jeans; and simple looking shoes.

[robo-legs]

💿 - A random song from my playlist, and an explanation of how my it could relate to my muse 

For year after the Respawn-Healing Fault, Matt experienced paralyzing flashbacks and night terrors on the regular - it got so bad that he used to avoid sleeping altogether. He was restless - paranoid. Constantly on edge, as if he was a worm crawling from a bird.

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what's your thoughts on postal dude?

"The redhead from Paradise?" Matt scoffed, folding his arms over his chest, "That fuckin' idiot?" Matt huffed, passing a tongue against the insides of his lips. He pieced together an answer for the anonymous question. "He's fucking annoying and dangerous and clingy as fuck. I dunno how, but he found out where I'm sanctioned at. He keeps sending me letters - it's fuckin' sad. It's like he's got nothin' better to do!"

"Sometimes he sends me poems, or at least I think they are poems. Prose I think? And I won't lie, his writing is good - like really good, the type of shit you'd see in expensive horror stories kind of good. But god damn, he just won't leave me alone!"

"...his dog's cute though. His name is Champ, but I call him Meatball while the Dude makes me babysit him or whatever, because he looks like a meatball and loves meatballs (the little cannibal!) He likes me more than he likes his own owner."