#mutedmilieu

[theshortestsniper-blog]

(( Thank you Morgan mun, you've made my day. Merp. <3

Also, now I can't stop thinking of Monster AU E. as a peryton. ))

[theshortestsniper-blog]

Closed: Mutedmilieu

E. blinked as she felt the light drizzle upon her already soaked head begin to intensify. Pausing mid-step she curtly turned her chin up towards the evening sky only to find her glasses peppered with plump raindrops. A sudden downpour was coming as she did not want to get caught in that. The short sniper frowned as she diverted her eyes in search for any kind of cover to wait out the impeding soak down. Her brows furrowed to find the nearest building to be unfamiliar. The last time she gathered her barrings she was still in the battle grounds. This certaintly wasn’t the battle grounds. Did her feet take her all the way to the RED side?

A large raindrop landing on her brow—her eye instinctively snapping shut in response—made her push the thought aside. With the rain begining to bounces off her shoulders and the ground more fiercely E. sprinted to the only building nearby to take shelter beneath it's eaves. Once propped up against the wall she scowled at the rain as she took off her glasses. Holding the lens parallel to the ground she lightly blew across the lens to get the water off them. The lens fogged up from her breath but at least the lens wouldn’t get smudged this way. E. waited for the lens to clear up before putting them back on to take a more thorough inspection of the area she found herself in. She’d only snuck onto to the BLU half of Nightfall to visit a few friends and this certainly wasn’t BLU territory.

“Well, nothing I can do about it now.” She mused indifferently with a shrug of her shoulders. All she could do was wait for the rain to lighten up before heading back to Sawmill. The BLU frowned in annoyance at the thought of waiting to leave, but she was already soaked to the bone and the walk to Sawmill was going to be long. That and it be a wait without something to entertain herself. Not even her hatchet, surprisingly. She quickly padded at the various pockets of her cargo pants for the only things she knew was on her person: a pack of largely unused cigarettes and a zippo lighter. She never smoked unless homesickness plagued her. However, E. never handled boredom well and at least smoking would give her something to do.

[archivedphysician]

mutedmilieu hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet:[[You know what would be cool? If one of the...

[whispers i still wanna rp more with you ;v; we had a cute interaction going on before with them!]

[[whispers yes ;u;

I could respond to the old rp or I could write a starter for a new rp or something?? ovo]]

[bavarianarchives-blog]

[1-15 odd numbers]

1: What’s your OCs favorite color?

Green, but he's becoming more swayed towards blue.

3: What’s your OCs favorite food

Not cereal. He just eats it out of habit because he can't cook. He likes anything sickly sweet, chocolate included.

5: How old is your OC?

42, 43 in... 10 days.

7: Is your OC in a relationship?

Nope, and never has been unless an escort counts

9: What are some of your OCs weaknesses? 

He's reckless, immature, hypocritical, hedonistic, gulliable, impulsive and overzealous :L

11: What is your OCs spirit animal?

Dog. I'm not even denying this anymore. This is your fault, Fox.

13: What is your OCs earliest memory?

He remembers a trip to one of the Christmas markets in Munich when he was 3 quite fondly.

15: What makes your OC angry?

Being judged because of his nationality, excessive comments about his height (he's cool and he'll play along up to a point but if it's constant he will flip a bitch) and being told what to do.

[pintsizedpyro]

[20-34 even numbers]

20: What’s your OCs favorite kind of pizza?

Put beef and pineapples on a pizza and she will go to town.

22: Has your OC ever killed someone?

She has. Not respawn-covered, if you will. She had a fight with a man she was working with. Once he fired the gun, the proceeding events were not while Jin was in her right mind. But what happened essentially was… (x)

24: What does your OC smell like?

Probably smoky. And like a ferret sometimes. Thanks, Yun.

26: Is your OC a human or an animal? (or something else idk)

a robot

28: Does your OC like anime?

the noise i made wasn’t human so maybe that first question was for me

30: What does your OC choose to do about the, er, hair down there?

why when she was young she’d make it into funny shapes. now that she realizes that’s stupid, she just shaves it off.

32: Did your OC go to college? What did they major in?

She did not stay in college long, but she wanted to go into nursing.

34: Is your OC religious?

She lost whatever sense of religion and faith when she became a prisoner of war.

[thoseblusox]

Too tired to draw anymore, but these are the ones I've gotten done tonight! It started out with Eli, who I initially started drawing with her new m!a but then the Harry Potter soundtrack happened and... Suddenly AU.  She and thechromeknight are both Beaters in their respective Quidditch teams. Elliot has a little American flag charm on her broom and Tunie has flecks of orange because that's his favorite colour.

Then there's Albrecht, Morgan and Angus. I felt so strange not giving Al any grey hair ;n;

[pintsizedpyro]

[♥ ☄ ●]

♥: One thing you love about your Muse.

I'm a sucker for Pyros, so drawing her fully suited is fun for me. That aside, I do like writing her being... affectionate. As a person who struggles with affection themselves, it's nice to be able to get some of the affection I feel out. I wish I could do that with my friends and family.

☄: What you think of your Muse.

She's definitely an excuse for me to draw cutesy things. Besides that, she's like a little Pomeranian dog that believes she's huge and can take on everything. She can fight--quite well--but still she's so easily intimidated that she tends to bark at everything that's a threat. Or, at least, she tries to pass herself off for nonthreatening to be able to get under one's skin and spread pandemic when it is most fitting.

Not sure why you people think she's so cute. That's literally what she wants you to do.

●: If you could say just one thing to your Muse, what would it be?

Quit hiding from reality. It's not pretty, but you don't have to just look at the ugly side, either. Make your own happiness blossom.

[pintsizedpyro]

[closed]

Every morning was the same with the exceptions of when she didn't want to get out of bed. At least, the weather forecast sounded a bit gentler time time around-- The suit would be enough to keep her warm during her morning runs. The woman slipped out of her room and quietly through the halls, breaking into a run once she made it through the doorways to the outside of the base.

The runs always managed to keep Jin in a good mood for the day and with the haircut taking off the majority of the back of her hair, she didn't feel as tied down by her hair. Still, she looked tremendously silly with two long strands flowing behind her. She had ditched the bells as she always did in the morning-- she was exercising, not playing the part of the base's wake up call.

It looked like someone was awake nevertheless, though. Unable to stop on a dime when she threw herself at the world, Jin skidded as she dug her heels into the ground to try to stop instead. At least she had gotten halfway-- she stopped, but she also flung herself into the ground and by the legs of her only companion on the early morning field.

With a groan, the Pyro rolled onto her back and glanced over the person's features hazily. She didn't know why she bothered, anyone on the field would look hazy to her with what Pyrovision did to her memory of the battles. Still, there was no reason to not be polite.

"Ah... Annyeong-hasimnikka..." She chuckled, still on her back on the ground. As horrible as she felt that she could not bow to finish her greeting, but the fall was shocking enough that the woman didn't really care to move.