#muse test

[dead-or-lie]

“Ugh that twist came out of nowhere.” Komaru huffs shoving her shojo manga in her bag before looking up at the building near by. While she didn’t attend Hopes Peak..nor was she is the reserve course..she still felt curious whenever she walked by.

“Hm..Geez how did Makoto ever get a chance to go to a place like this..? Wonder what it’s like..”

[hymemena]

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[atangledfate]

" This is MY Jungle... you are not Welcome here! LEAVE! "

Her massive hammer thumped the ground in warning! it would be the only one she'd give.

" Scavengers like you, like them have no place here! this is your only warning... "

[got-fire]

open starter | plot: your muse is sitting on a bar when Zach comes along. Doesn’t have to be a shippy thing, necessarily | open to f/m, mutuals or not | bio 

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He wasn’t the type of guy to feel self pity, but the murmuring and visible looks of the waiters who asked him to give up the table weren’t exactly comfortable. Carrying his scotch with him on his way to the bar of the fancy restaurant, he kept his wish to curse under control. 

He should know better than that. Zach wasn’t the dating type, but somehow, this whole situation made him feel mad for leaving work soon, following advice from that old receptionist who always found new ways to say he needed to “start looking for someone”.

“Blind date my ass.“ He muttered as he sat fronting the counter, putting the glass down loud enough to caught some attention. “Scotch on rocks.“ He made a gesture to the local barman, who he knew right away that heard he was the guy who got stood up by his date and was invited to leave after almost two hours waiting. “Are you deaf?” He watched he young man move to get his drink, and only then really looked to the the other someone sitting beside him, probably waiting for a table. “In case you didn’t hear it from the waiters, I’m their special joke tonight cause I got stood up.“ He looked around one more time, then back at the strange. “i hope this makes your waiting a little more pleasant.” Zach sipped his newly acquired drink, eyeing the other. “Oh, please, don’t look at me like I’m a sick puppy. I’ve had enough from the waiters. I’m good. Really.”

[theyoshiddaarchive]

"If you so much as lay a finger on Cream, you will PERISH ! ! !"

[wrongarmofthelaw]

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A skinny man with blond hair and glasses walks through a darkened office complex, his eyes shifting around. He looks like a slightly scruffy scientist, like he belongs here. But he doesn’t, not here and not this late at night. He soon takes note of the security camera watching him. He makes a sound that seems like he’s clearing his throat, but soon a liquid flies from his lips, hitting the camera with surprising accuracy. Even more surprising is the fact that the camera’s metal parts and wires seem to liquify and spark as the device soon shorts out. It all happened so fast that your brain barely had time to register that the spit was not a normal color. That it was a bright, slimy GREEN. 

The man finally takes note of you. You seem to be much more out of place than he is. Perhaps that’s why he chooses to approach and warn you.

“If you want to live, you’ll leave here. Now.”

Before you have a chance to ask any questions about what he means or who he is, the man approaches a door. He tries the handle and finds it locked. His expression doesn’t change, as if he were expecting this result. He lets go of the door handle, his body tensing up as if he were in pain, but he doesn’t scream. The color of his skin changes from a flesh tone to something more in common with grass: the same GREEN you had seen him spit at the camera. His body soon takes on the same slimy consistency of the spit as he seems to melt into a puddle of gooey material. And soon enough, when you’ve barely had time to register what has occurred, the blobby puddle slips under the door gap and into the locked room beyond.

[eridiumangel]

She had wandered into the arena, quietly, calmly. An unfortunate mistake for the rowdy group of bandits that mistook her for an easy target. When they were done screaming she stood still amongst the bodies. In the corner an overgrown skag sat, the cargo strapped to its back tinkling as it shifted.

“How many?” She muttered to herself, tilting her head. “I counted twelve. All done, all dead.”

@redjaybird

[breanna-von-drake]

What does your soul smell like?

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Breanna Von Drake's Result:

Rosewater

key words: sensitive, romantic, calming. you are a beautiful person inside and out whose kindness shines through even on your worst days. being around you is like stepping into a crisp smelling floral garden on a spring evening. others are inspired by your empathy, charm, and all the love you have to give. compatible with: fresh linen, freshly baked bread.

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answer some relaxing questions and find out which scent i think encompasses your "you"! friendship/ relationship compatibility in the descri