#whoismuses

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@who-is-muses contined from here

She has no fingers to be seen, but with a wriggle of whatever material's she made of she manages to mimic something similar to a human hand off the one offered near her. Iros seems to be please until she opens her metaphorical mouth.

"You look like a cop. Dad said space cops are pigs and deserve to be 'shitfucked into the nearest airlock-"

"I've never said anything about space cops like that," Iros interrupts, handing his daughter a tablet that's currently flashing colors the human's eyes may not be able to pick up. Distracted, Iros puts his hands on his hips and sighs,

"Lantern, or whatever. Y'all are like some kinda space...the word I don't want to use is cop. But I've seen you guys with your pretty rings, you know none of the Khazen have ever been chosen for that."

He doesn't notice his slip. Khazen will probably buzz that ring more than Eye-Sore ever would.

"This is educational. If I was gonna blow up a moon with a bunch of people on it, you think I'd do it with a child and one whole shuttle? We have minor defense weapons, nothing that can even breach the atmosphere below.

[violetgleams]

One more because I have A Theory;

Looks like a demon crossed with a vampire but is actually an alien, gold on black eyes and ears as pointy as all of his teeth, remarkably human looking in an abstract sense but still definitely Not, wondering how far I can describe before it's too obvious this is Sinestro because yeah it's Sinestro sorry Avi 😔

~ @who-is-muses

Monster Fvckability Review || Accepting!

...Should the name concern him at all?

A vampire and a demon? Sharp teeth, pointed ears... and his eyes sound stunning. And an alien on top of all that? I'd love to meet him. 8/10.

[emeraldbuilt]

❝ I am neither man nor mythical, I am your darkest moment. ❞

@who-is-muses LIKED A STARTER CALL

[wineworshipped]

“It must be great being that stupid, imagine how much less anxiety I’d have if my brain were that empty." ~ @who-is-muses (Thoth)

Starters from Inspirobot 2

Dio sighs and rolls his eyes. He seems to be doing that a lot lately; maybe it’s time to spend less time with Thoth. At least the insults won’t be so predictable—whether that speaks to time spent together or to Thoth’s repertoire of insults is up to debate.

He’s learned a new one he’s been wanting to try, though, and now’s as good a time as any. Dio throws a flirtatious smile over his shoulder with a wink.

“You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

[mxlevolence]

"There is no pain like the pain of transformation." [Talbot] / @who-is-muses / accepting !

Talbot's contorted body and broken, gaping maw were more than enough proof of this truth. It was nightmare fuel. A serum that, injected enough times, could completely alter a person's physicality. A goopy, luminescent substance pulsing through veins, dripping, coagulating. It was enough to make Ghostface sick.

"I believe you," he announced, and quickly added, "I don't need to experience that to know you're probably right."

In his nightmares, the Ghostface mask appeared melted and gooey with Blight. And when he opened his mouth to speak, all that was uttered was a throaty gurgle.

The shroud visibly shivered. One big jolt of unpleasant emotions riding up the length of his spine and out of his shoulders. He asked, "Is that pain worth it?"

[brokentoys]

@who-is-muses SENT . . . Gently sets a Bro'Dee in the birthday boy's inbox. He was lectured the last time he brought something from one planet to another, so alas, all he has for a gift is a hug. (It's a deceptively strong hug, at least.)

Eddie squeaks at the hug, which then turns into giggling. ❝ Wow, Bro'Dee ! I didn't - I didn't realize you were so strong ! ❞ He takes a moment to process his own words, & it sets his mind on a dirtier path. As a result, his cheeks turn a very faint red, & he almost wants to curse his naughty head.

[brutalscaled]

@who-is-muses

❝  There are many in this city with a gift for causing harm.   ❞  ~ who-is-muses (Scarecrow)

And that was the reason a lot of people sought him out: his knack for harm or intimidation. He didn’t mind, and he was happy to clean up many of the bodies these jobs left behind.

"Includin' yourself. Are you here lookin' for me, or is this run-in a coincidence?"

[extraordinarygrrls]

for @who-is-muses (rorschach)

Her cardigan. Abigail usually never forgets anything when she leaves for the night, walking through New York City usually makes her hyper-aware of everything around her, every sound and voice ringing louder to her, she tries to get to her car, get home as fast as possible.

But tonight she forgot her cardigan, that same ratty green cardigan she wears most days, that gives her comfort, and nothing sat right with her until it was reclaimed.

Torch on, key card in hand, she walked through the dark halls of the station, and that’s when she started to hear the noises. There was someone else in there, she knew it, all her senses spiked with panic. There was someone in her lab, in her lab! She knew the corpse used to be someone of importance, significance, and scandal. Some celebrity. But there was nothing on his person worth taking.

She rushed into the lab and shined a torch on the dark figure, his mask, his face was mesmerizing, simplistic yet intricate in its movements. She saw that mask on the news, she wasn't living under a rock, but she couldn't find her words.

A moment of stunned silence, and she spoke. “I don’t think I need to tell you that you’re not supposed to be back here.” She takes her cardigan from a chair and holds it tight in her arms, feeling the wool, how soft it was from her care.