Jun 6, 2025
Temporary Muse!
Face Claim: Ryan Reynolds
Muse: Deadpool
[I won't be adding a proper bio for him unless I decide to make him a permanent muse. Also, I've only seen the first two movies, and have not read the comics.]
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Temporary Muse!
Face Claim: Ryan Reynolds
Muse: Deadpool
[I won't be adding a proper bio for him unless I decide to make him a permanent muse. Also, I've only seen the first two movies, and have not read the comics.]
Temporary muse Kylie Griffin
“And I thought Trunks messing with time was bad enough...”
Sylvie makes his way up the stairwell that leads to his apartment. It’s late, almost midnight, he would’ve gotten home earlier if he wasn’t so caught up with work. He fumbles with his keys before swinging open his apartment door.
He switches on the living room light and-
“SYLVESTER! HOW’VE YA BEEN, KIDDO?”
An all too familiar face stands up from his sofa.
Sylvie reels back, startled for a moment until he realizes who this is, “Wait- Uncle Dirk-?!”
“I thought your little text said to meet you at nine?” Doc Chappy begins walking around the room, examining it.
“I said I get off WORK at nine! That wasn’t an invitation to-”
“Nice apartment you’ve got here! You’re all grown up and you’re only...Fourteen?”
“Fifteen- How did you get inside my apartment-”
“I’ve got my ways, Sylvester!”
Dirk “Doc” Chappy is now available for questions!
Gum Bubbles
Alfien casually walked down the street, bat swung over her shoulder and a hand in her jacket pocket. The original plan was to go to the bar, see if some poor sucker decided to flirt with her. But for some reason, she wasn’t really into it. She just wanted to walk around by herself tonight.
She weaved her way through dark alleyways, staring more at the ground than what was ahead of her. She blew a red gum bubble, but never let it pop. Instead, she blew into it as much as she could, and just when it was about to burst, she let up on the pressure, returning the gum to its rightful place; her mouth. After months of doing this, she could do this without any accidents. Well, if she was paying attention, that is. To her, it was relaxing. It felt like she was controlling the destiny of someone.
It was her choice whether the gum bubble popped or if it returned unharmed.
It was her choice if the gum bubble even returned.
It wasn’t her choice if she was injured or if she returned unharmed.
It wasn’t her choice if she even returned.
She hated that fact. The minute she had been born, her fate had already been decided. She was to run little errands for The King, Alphonse, until her final breath. Which, by the way, he controlled as well. If he wanted her to live, she had to live. If he wanted her to die, guess who’s luck just ran out? Hers. If she disobeyed, or even had the thought of disobeying cross her mind, she was either dead, or was gonna get beat within an inch of her life. After all, a king has no use for subjects that don’t obey. At least, that was what he said.
Honestly, it was a surprise he didn’t kill her yet, though she assumed that was because she always listened in the end. No matter what she said, she’d always listen. Or maybe he just enjoyed hurting her. With all the scars on her that came from previous times she had said the wrong thing, that’s what many others would probably say.
The more she thought about these things, the angrier she got. She wasn’t “The Fisher”. She wasn’t his slave. She was Alfien, and she was her own unique person with her own wants and her own way of doing things, and NOTHING HE could do would change that. But boy, he sure knew how to make her submit. Even if it required a little bloodshed.
Alfien lost control over the gum bubble, and it popped. She quickly spit it out. After doing so, she stared at it, and suddenly she was Alphonse and that piece of gum was every shadow he ever made.
He used them.
He stretched them out as far as they could go.
And when they finally popped? When they finally got brave enough to revolt?
He spit ‘em out, like the useless piece of trash they ended up being.
After receiving this revelation, Alfien turned and ran.
She ran away from the gum.
She ran away from her thoughts.
She ran away from her fears.
She ran away from reality.
She ran away from HIM. ——————————————————————– Let it be known that the shadows were created by @gimmethescience and @cherrybombfresh Alphonse was made by Cherrybombfresh
I’m not sure I did this correctly, but you know. Here. First written work with Alfien, whoo-hoo!
Jurassic League Giganta is a temporary muse today (cause I want to try writing her)
Hey there, here’s Alfien, though she is also known as Fisher. Alfien is a shadow, which is a species created by @gimmethescience and @cherrybombfresh (These are the right blogs, right???). She’ll be on this rp blog for a bit and if people like her I’ll move her to another blog. Here’s some info:
Personality: Alfien is quite rebellious and rarely does what she is told, mainly due to her severe fear of someone controlling her life. She likes going to clubs and bars to grab a drink and relax as much as she can. She isn’t exactly a flirt, but she will flirt back if someone flirts with her, which often ends in a one night stand. She can be very sadistic at times, and will happily torture someone she felt has wronged her, though for the most part she is laid back.
Trivia: -She prefers adult hosts, mainly because they’re taller (Ah hahahahaha, that’s more than what you can say, Al-FUCK) and it gives her more freedom. -Yes, she is rebellious, but assuming Alphonse (The original shadow) has reign over OCs as well, she’ll reluctantly listen to him (she knows how to pick her fights), though she’s not afraid to state her dissatisfaction. -Her weapon is a baseball bat -Her favorite drink is a B. Mary -Her “tell” is the splash of freckles on her face (probably) -She adores kids, but doesn’t want any of her own. She wouldn’t be a good mother anyway, trust me. -Her advice is bad, don’t take it. -She can curse like a sailor. -She despises the black and white world she was (or is, depends) trapped in. -If she falls in love with you, move away, lest she decides to rid herself of her “problem”. -Her title is The Fisher, but she prefers you call her by her self given name. She won’t stop you from calling her Fisher, though, unless your name is Alphonse. ‘Cause Alphonse is a douche.
Charahub Page Link: https://charahub.com/character/1136880/AlfienFisher
Oh, yeah, if you have a problem with me referencing Alphonse, please let me know. I figured it’d make sense for Alfien to know him, since he tries to control all the shadows (I think-), but if you have a problem I’ll take the parts with him out. :)
Bastion has appeared! What to do?
Propose Grope Violate Play dead