#matthew musing

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LIST FOUR SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE.

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Hooow bout, 4 muses, 1 song each. 

Zeno:

Cash Cash I like it loud

Izekiel:

Kira Piece of Art

Quint

For Your Entertainment

Matthew

He Is We - Pardon Me

Tagging: @jaxkababy @museiplier @chase-average  

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💚: how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love? [All your ocs and/or Henrik?]

HenrickThe good old doctor is a little nervous about falling in love,  after how poorly his marriage went, mostly because of the fact he found out he was a closeted gay, he’s nervous about letting his heart wander. However, he does like the thought of love. He hates how empty and cold his house is, and his bed. Escaping in his work is the only cope he has. He doesn’t feel like he quite deserves it, that he won’t be needed or wanted. Being in love, however, gets him so giddy, and when allowed he will get very touchy, finally being able to hold someone after so many years does something to a person and he just wants to share all that missed contact with someone who loves him back.  It will take him a little bit to adjust to the fact he doesn’t have to work as much anymore- because he doesn’t need it as an excuse, he actually has someone to come home to, and he can often almost forget and fall in love all over again when he gets greeted home

IzIzekiel is a little unsure of love. His upbringing and life have always squashed any thoughts of finding anyone and not being judged for it. He’s scared of falling in love for the factor of being later broken hearted, or being annoying or too much to deal with. In the end though, he does like many others, want someone to ground him from his hallucinations, and to soothe his nightmares. He wants to feel like he’s not the outcast freak that he’s constantly made to be.. that at least someone can see beneath his stammery quiet outside that there's someone there wanting just a little affection. 

Matty:  Oh he’s clueless.  He’s not sure what the warm squirms of a crush are let alone trying to act on them. He’s touchy enough as it is when people let him, and he constantly worries if he’s being too weird or clingy- hence why he can be very reserved, he’s been told off plenty for being too touchy.. He’s not sure about love, but he does love to get attention, good or bad, unfortunately. 

Zeno:  He’s interested to a point, but he tries not to be because of his semi-siren nature. Constantly paranoid that people probably just flirt with him because its part of his nature to be a bit alluring with his music and things. He’s worried the love will be false, that it’s just a spell he’s causing. Which is why he never uses his abilities, and he’s sometimes upset that the music he loves to make can cause that response.  Sure he needs to feed, but he doesn’t want a harem of hypnotized people. Though if anyone did manage to catch his eye and he was truthfully told he’s not making them love him he’d be a very happy guy. He’s never been in true love and he wants to be allowed to be on the other side of the giddy nature that he see’s when someones truely in love. 

Quint:  Love means alot to this hybrid. He only ever got to experience it once as a mortal and ever since has held those feelings close to his heart. He believes everyone deserves a someone..but with his line of work with helping everyone else- he often forgets he could have that too. Though finding someone is hard when he’s busy looking after Charges. Falling in love is one of the best bits, and trying to assure the partner and spoil them with affection. He wants their love to last as long as the other will allow- whether they let him make them immortal like himself, or they age without him..He would respect the choice, and happily say goodbye to them in his arms if that were the case, because hes a very understanding being who only wants the best for others- even if it hurts himself to a point. 

Alex:  They love love. although, they aren’t quite clear on where platonic love ends and romantic love begins, leaving them a bit confused. All they know is if that person makes the glow and happy they want to be around them, whether or not kisses and hugs are included dont matter..They just wanna have everyone happy!

Rhys: Pretends not to have a heart or require love or affection. He will shut down on himself about feeling anything out of the normal until it becomes too much and it stresses him out. Resulting in multiple googles till he finds the word. He isn’t sure how to handle falling so much for someone. Getting flustered and making quick escapes or pretending not to be affected and later beating himself up over it. it’s not until all the awkward things are out the way does he see the appeal, and even then its still a battle of logic over heart. But if you slowly warm him up, and give him a hug or two, those thoughts will melt away and he’ll just try to let things happen naturally. 

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💝 any of your oc's!

💝: what would my muse consider a “perfect gift”?

Hmm perfect well.

Iz:  The perfect gift would probably be something that makes him comfortable. Something to cute his oral fixation, or a nice warm sweater because of how cold he can get. Something for his Little side will always be called ‘perfect’ and appreciated because it means the person doesn’t hate him for what and who he is. 

Matty:  Easily impressed. If you bought him some fake ice cubes he would be ever so happy. Or real ones, although they melt. Even something as simple as smooth shiny stones would make Matty over the moon. However, he’d also be very touched if you got him things to make a cozy little nest out of- it would show you’re not afraid of his other forms and make him feel loved. 

Zeno:  Anything musical. A new DJ pad, headphones, or anything with Checkers on it (Like shoes or hoodies) Although, if anyone ever made him a new prosthetic arm he’d probably die at the thought and kindness. 

Quint:  The perfect gift for a hybrid of angel and demon…Well, probably true love is all he ever wants. To have someone love him and care for him as much as he cares for others. Material things mean very little to him. Its words and feelings that mean the most. 

Alex:  Much like Matty, they will squeal at anything. They, however, would love anything yellow. Yellow clothes, blanket, anything at all. Food would probably be very appreciated..living off things you find in the forest isn’t the greatest. 

Rhys: The nerd that they are, anything from puzzles to books would be adored. But also just quirky human things- Demons don’t have a lot of the human foods and items, and if one was willing to teach Rhys about it too he’d happily listen and try things out. 

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does matthew like dragons? (( sir, are you aware that you ARE a dragon? ))

How could he not like his kin!  That is if he’s ever introduced to them, he’s seen plenty of lizards outside, however, dragons he’s never run into- though he has tried to look! He happily reads about them, and he loves how they both like to horde special things and curls up in soft places. It makes him feel less abnormal..even if Dragons aren’t human either and he can’t meet any..(Don’t break his heart. Just get him a dragon plushie.)  

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matthew ☆ ?

☆ - happy headcanon

There are quite a few things that’ll make him happy. But one of the biggest things has to be a sunny day and ice cream. Not too hot- but just right to bask in the warmth (much like the half-lizard he is) and he loved the texture and coolness of melting ice. (Hence his fixation of ice cubes) But Icecream is special, because it’s sweet and flavored. (He never got any such thing in the lab)  You could have him sit on the couch curled up all day just sucking on tiny spoonfuls of that stuff and he’d love you for it. 

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50. If your muse could rid the world of one thing, what would it be? // matthew?

Hm that’s a tricky one. Considering the poor guy is used to alot of pain and is a bit iffy one what is and isn’t always ‘Right/Normal’. He’d probably chose to rid the world of verbal hate (Mostly in the form of yelling.), he doesn’t like his half form because he got called a freak for it, and he’s heard others get yelled at (his ears are very sensitive) He thinks everyone should just be calm and happy- though, why they’re happy is still a grey area for him. 

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{Matthew Musing- Waking Up}

His breath caught in his lungs, gagging on it and gasping like a fish that was forcefully tugged from the depths.  Sticky sweat lines his brow, greasy watermelon hair glued to his face. Trembling as he sat up in the semi illuminated room. The small blanket kicked away from him and his body aching from the tight position of curled up on the only semi-padded floor.

"c-cc-ant-plea-please-" he chokes, shaking his cloudy unbalanced head. Vivid and painfully bright images from his night terror still plaguing him even though he'd woken up. Sounds included, screams and words muttered in his ears. He couldn't stop shaking, pale and heart racing in his chest, curling his knees up as he reached to tug his hair- Only to notice two things, the slime as his hands found delicate ears, and his tail that had wrapped around his legs.

"n-no-no-c-cant-b-breath-" He whimpers, words barely coming out. He couldn't suck in a breath, only exhaling sharply out. Eyes clenched shut as he tried to make the added appendages go away.

Freak. Freak. He was such a freak. An accident. Scientific mishap. Experiment and Failure of one. A shy short stuttery weirdo.

Tears ran down his cheeks, one slightly miscolored to a pale green- but it was hardly noticeable with nausea threatening as he tried to breathe, empty stomach cramping and flopping about. His hand came down to his lips- ignoring the sticky goo that clung to his fingers as he covered his mouth- trying to muffle his sounds of anguish against them. His body convulsed- once-twice- but he didn't move, more tears pouring down his cheeks and clinging uncomfortably to his neck.

He tried to wipe at his face, hands shaking at impossible to control levels, near poking himself in the eye.  Matthew struggled to move, everything shaking as he did-vision blurry as he stumbled. He wasn't sure where-or what- just not where he was. Soft whines trapped in the back of his throat as he tried to stay silent. Tail tightly around his middle in a self-protective fashion. As always accompanied by panicked thoughts that he'd not be able to look human again.

After what felt like hours in the hallway, tripping over his own feet as little tears dropped on the floor, he finally made it to his favorite corner- a pile of old sheets and pillows. All but collapsing into the heap and burying under it, ignoring how his goop got on the soft fabric. Shivering as he clutched a pillow close to his chest. Sharp teeth sinking into as he let out a whisper of a cry. More tears spilling from his eyes.  More images-more sounds. Plaguing him and joining all matter of panicked thoughts in his head.   Unfortunately, he still hadn't gotten his breathing under control, his vision was dimming, and his lungs burned for air that they just couldn't get. The white-knuckle hands clutching the pillow losing their grip as he lurched back and forth. More sobs leaving into the fabric between his lips.

Before he knew he was falling into the pile, body exhausted, it was like his sleep had done nothing- and although he feared to shut his eyes, he  didn't have enough strength to fight it off long- his panicked thoughts swarming loudly as he tried to stay awake- tried to sit up- but his arms didn't move- his eyelids kept falling.

He only hoped he hadn't been heard. He only prayed they'd not see him like this..

..He only wished he had some comfort.

But all he got was another loop of nightmares, thrashing in the mess of blankets until he would yet again awaken in tears...and maybe just maybe, he'd be able to calm himself down next time... Cause he knows no one else ever would.