#mixingmuses

[lieblxng]

@mixingmuses | Closed Starter

[ This deal that Mr. Ant Tenna took in desperation to stay relevant seemed to backfire entirely. Behind the television show set was a land of brittle frost, the light winds carrying snowflakes off the white mounds occasionally intensified. A sleeping furry beauty was contained in a gigantic gatchapon ball that sat atop a pine holiday tree, oblivious to the fighting before her. He had just been defeated by the Delta Warriors, and shrank down in response to his loss–reflecting well his feelings on this. ] “N…no! No no…” [ He…he couldn’t believe this… He needed to win! He needed to! Nothing he did to keep eyes on him worked! Not premiering new exciting shows, not airing classic rerun marathons, nothing!! He didn’t understand, for the life of him, what needed to be fixed! Was it…

Was it him? Was he…the issue? ]

“I-I only…” [ the showman lowered his head further, his screen all black to hide the expresion on his face. ] “…wanted to be enjoyed. I only wanted to be looked up to…even if it was for one last time…” [ His core sank further into his chest, burdened with so many sorrowful obsessions. Afraid of not being adored. Afraid of not being appreciated. Afraid of not being cared for. Countless fears invaded his paranoid mind, twisting his self-worth and self-value and corrupting them. ] “Admittedly…I’ve been showing older shows in hopes of nostalgia grabbing your eyes but…” [ He felt like his core would fall out of his chest with how heavy it was. ] “I don’t have anything appealing to viewers left. Everything’s changing too f-fast…and no one wants me anymore. No one needs me anymore…” [ his breath hitched, trembling from so many emotions on the inside. ] “I’m…g-going to be thrown away, discarded like g-garbage…!”

…until a couple of strong teenagers planted a seed of hope in his heart.

'Someone’s gotta want you out there.' That line alone…did something to his head and core internally. ]

“Kris, you’ll help me find someone around town, right?”

[ The dark-haired Delta Warrior nodded in response, adjusting the Dealmaker glasses they had a suspicion that it would be vital in battle. ]

“You…you’d help me…?” [ Maybe…maybe he didn’t need to do this stuff–of guarding the Dark Fountain from being sealed. Maybe he didn’t need to continue trapping the last person who gave him a chance. ] “Susie, I…” [ Hearing this, his heart soared and he quickly grew in size, a flower popping out from the tip of his nose. ] “You’re amazing!” [ he cheered out so happily. ] “You’re fantastic! You’re wonderful, oh wonderful!! I’m so ecstatic about all of this!” [ He was elated beyond belief! Finally, someone to give him a second chance! Goodness, what was he thinking in the first place? This could have a happy ending after all! ] “I’ll make a show detailing all your grand feats for everyone to see! Just you wait, Susie, just you wait!!”

[ Watching him explode with jubilation, the young monster girl knew what she had to ask for next wouldn’t be easy. ] “In exchange, you gotta let Toriel go. People depend on her in town, y’know.” [ Tenna anticipated a question like that. His head fell to gaze onto the floor, debating the consequences of this betrayal might do to him. Only for a second, though. Augh, he didn’t care about that anymore! Family mattered more to him than some knight offering his hopes and dreams on a silver platter. ] “You’re right!” [ he perked up, confident in his decision now. ] “That knight is gonna hate this, but…” [ Again, who cares! ] “All of you deserve this more! This is MY game show, and I can choose whatever I wanna do on here! Forward to your rewards!”

[ The show host went on ahead to make sure their prize was safe and sound, and soon the group rejoined him after a small conversation. ] “Ladies! Gentlemen! Both, and neither!” [ he shone bright as a star as he called out, his warmth radiating to those below. ] “Would everyone congratulate our brave- and kindhearted Lightners who endured these trials and rightfully earned their place as our winners of the show!!” [ A joyous audience followed suit, cheering out as they all clapped for the heroes in front of them. ] “Their GRAND PRIZE?”

[ The holiday tree was gestured out towards enthusiastically, a small magical force lifting the gachapon capture device that held the mother-turned-queen downward. Once the ball was on the ground, it was then pulled apart to release said mother from her confines. ] “Ms. Toriel!! Still sleeping like a baby, huh?” [ ‘That must’ve been one cozy chair.’ Tenna remarked internally to himself before blasting yet again with exuberance and jubilation. “My dreams come true: the Dreemurr family is together once again! Isn’t this all amazing?!”

“Now, after so long, you all can lea–”

—!!!

[ Two slices. Two blades. Clean through. Almost surgical. Like a knife through butter. ]

“…I-I…”

[ Before anyone could get a single word through, the show host’s mechanical arms separated from his torso at the shoulders, flying out and landing nearby. Electricity and severed wires burst from the sockets, having nowhere to regulate into now. Even with a television for a head, you could still witness his smile morph into an expression of absolute horror, streaked across his face. Then, a color bar error message flashed across his screen almost automatically–a sign that he couldn’t comprehend any of this nightmare. His knees buckled, unable to hold up his weight anymore, and he collapsed into the mound of snow around him. ]

[ Little did he anticipate was a somewhat large rock, buried underneath the frost, that would be the final nail in the coffin. As he fell, the side of his head collided with the rock violently and a large rift opened to the edge of his television. Shards of lead glass pierced through the snowy veil, the all-too-bitter cold starting to sink deep into his core. Now, with a broken screen, his sight was heavily impaired and he couldn’t see much in front of him. The pain going throughout his brutalized body was indescribable. ]

“T-TENNA!!”

[ was the only voice from afar he heard, drowned out by his darkening vision and his growing anxiety. Why him? What did he do to deserve this?! Was it because he hurt the only family that loved him? Was it because he failed his mission? So many thoughts filled his head, each one trying to digest and give an answer to what madness had occurred to him–but every one only implied his fear of his incompetence further. ] “I-I…” [ his lip quivered. ] “…n-never meant t-to…” [ There, he laid in the cruel snow, trying to curl up in a ball with what limbs he had remaining. He just wanted love! He just wanted attention!

…Is that so wrong to ask for? Don’t all living beings need love and care to survive? His core ached. His core ached as he cried in the snow, its wet and miserable embrace the only touch he’ll ever know in his whole life. ]

“I-I’m s-sorry…I’m s-s-sorry…–!!”

[ No one would come for him; irrelevant and forgettable, as always. He was a bright, shining star destined to lose its light and fall from the sky. ]

[sillyoriginals-archived]

@mixingmuses

"There's a lot of weird stuff out here!" Said words are spoken with great excitement. Pie Girl certainly enjoyed the weirder side of things given you know...she was blue and could create exploding pies.

"Sounds like today is going to be super fun."

[muses0fgracie]

@mixingmuses sent:

" Can you stop following me around like a lost puppy? "

"O-Oh, uhm--"

The boy steps back a bit as the stranger(?) tells him to bug off, awkwardly tugging his own cape a bit as he attempts to stop himself from doing so as instructed. It's just... well...

He gulps nervously. If there's one thing Erbie's not quite known for, it's social bravery.

"I-I'm sorry, sir. It's just... you kind of remind me of someone, and... I... well... I'm kind of looking for said someone and all... uh...." he awkwardly attempts to explain himself.

[cwckcncdtruth]

Starter for @mixingmuses Ripto! 🔥

Now this was strange.

The Ancient cookie slowly looks around as the eye on his flower staff helps to focus so that he could make out things clearer, he sniffed the air as it smelt different than the land of Crispia located in the world of Earthbread.

He decided to venture forth, remaining cautious as his right nubby hand goes to cover over the blue gemstone on the crest of his cloak for protection.

[dinomites]

Response for @mixingmuses

The giant head of the robot leaning forward towards her made her take a step back from its long nose, reminding her of one of the abnormalities, actually not taking a closer look at some of the Darkner’s features.

He really reminds her of Pinocchio, which made her wonder if the structure of his body has some sort of similarity to the gimmick of telling lies.

“My name is Aelia, sir. And your name is?...”

[fantasyconcrete]

@mixingmuses:

crash: >:( !!

"... What's up?" Whendi asked, a spark of purple electricity arcing between the crystal and her tongue. "You wanna share it?"

[lieblxng]

@mixingmuses | Referencing

// sneo's hands are too big he'll accidently click all at once

“What’s wrong, Spammy? Don’t you wanna hold my hands?” [ grabby hands also rUN SNEO RUN YOU’RE GONNA DI E– ]

[alcoholicmayor]

@mixingmuses - CONTINUED ASK . †ˎˊ˗

⋅˚ † ₊‧ a soft chuckle from the mayor. he isn't wrong. wine is extremely potent. the man's had a few wines himself, but more on the expensive side of things, like champagne or rose. it's all so sweet. even the dry champagnes have a sort of fruity elixir that doesn't quite sit well with him. he takes another swig of his drink. it sticks to his hand like glue; whilst the other lowers their glass, the mayor's whiskey stays firm in his grasp.

⋅˚ † ₊‧ "you're right about that!" ice clatters as he extends out his hand in a gesture. "but, i don't know, the flavor isn't right. it's all nasty and weird and... not very friendly. i like my coffee black, too."