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[ I haven’t been feeling this muse for the past week or so, and that’s not normal for me. Since my drive to write has kind of fallen through the floor, I’m putting this blog on an indefinite semi-hiatus. I’ve been playing Dragon Age and having fun with that, so maybe once that’s done I’ll get back into writing for good ol’ x-face here. Who knows! It’s just been a week and I’m still not feeling it, so I don’t want to leave anyone hanging any longer. ]]
Casual reminder that this exists.
psa. i am an agonizingly slow roleplayer – my muses are fickle and some days all i can manage is chat threads or shenanigans. other days i can pump out longer threads like no one’s business. if it takes me awhile on your thread it has nothing to do with you as a writer or me losing my muse for the thread. never hesitate to ask for my skype for in between threads for chatting and plotting and fun.
And if you’re still {{ B L E E D I N G }} , you’re the lucky ones.
Cause most of our feelings,
they are d e a d and they are gone.
Bonus: Send the URL of the other muse.
“I am not a child, Number VII. I do not require your babysitting and I assure you that my work in the labs will progress without you popping in every few hours to check on it.”
“Then show me your progress. Prove to me that you don’t need supervision. If that is truly the case, believe me when I say I can find better places to spend my time.”
Please keep in mind that, however hard my muse may argue something or however confidently they make a statement, they can be wrong. It’s my muse’s opinion, and my muse talking, and their perception is skewed. Do not feel like everything out of my character’s mouth is the truth, or that I’m godmodding.
[[ Normally, I’d be much more active on tumblr on a Saturday, but I’ve been at a wedding all afternoon/evening and have been away from a computer. It was nice, but it turns out that too much dancing can lead to eVERYthing hurting and that’s the case with me xD;;; So I’m just going to rest and pass out until tomorrow! ]]
“Sanctuary and salvation for the needy and the poor… the forgotten of Kirkwall…” It was an automated response, one that came out almost on reflex nowadays. Tending to the townspeople had put him in this sort of routine. Except… for what was to come, he found a bit of himself nagging to abandon what was to come and continue with the work.
‘What was to come’ being what the mage was currently cleaning off his desk—or rather the remains, notes, and small debris of it.
“Observe and learn as you wish, I have no intention of stopping you. Nor the power, for that matter…” The bit of the holes of his mind that no longer existed as his own found it a tad amusing that someone might be able to record everything he went though. Maybe there might be some knowledge of whom Anders used to be in this world before he would do what was needed and spark what was needed in Kirkwall.
Anders might have actually been laughing at the thought then, but he had given up paying any mind.
“My… only suggestion is that you may want to press on to someplace more enjoyable…” Fingers idly brushed away the remains of a fine powder from his sleeve. “This town will soon collapse on itself.”
How interestingly charitable of the mage, to linger in a place like this. Perhaps here, he could find some sort of lead on the influence of darkness in this place. As it was, it tended to rise in troubled times. It just might be in his best interest to linger here, if it was only a matter of time until he found what he was looking for.
That is, depending on how literal Anders’ words were.
“By combustion, or something less literally catalytic?” The smell of something foreign and toxic lingered in the air, and the diviner had spent enough time around scientists to grow suspicious of shuffling, secretive movements. Especially those combined with fearful care.
He would love to be pleasantly surprised, however, given their proximity. Civil unrest, he could handle, but he truly knew nothing other than what he’s seen thus far, and that isn’t much.
If we’re currently already shipping (regardless of type of ship) our muses then send ∞ to let me know that you still enjoy it.
continued from here:
❝….I’m sorry.❞ 🌑 His words rang is his head, the boys eyes drifting downwards.The cloak masking his features, but the child was able to see the intensity of the others gaze.Yet his apology was stiff & hollow, Lux knew thought that his Father would be hearing of this. He didn’t want to disappoint him further, he couldn’t afford to fail again. He had to succeed in his missions, It was his FIRST solo mission (At least that was what the child was lead to believe) , but he had only turned up empty handed.Leading to him having nothing to report back to the higher up, addressing him in the Gray room while he was assigning missions. If he had nothing to report, then he couldn’t file a report. Now his Father would hear about it within the Hour. The child pondered that this meant he wasn’t ready & had to train further. He couldn’t be weak like this.❝…What do you wish for me to do now……❞
“That doesn’t matter.” He knew his words were harsh, and maybe if he had a heart, he wouldn’t have been so cruel to the boy, but it was…in a way…for the best. Failure would not be tolerated, especially from the Superior’s protégé.
Of course his father would be hearing about his failure. Lack of success this early on was a strong indication that Lux wasn’t ready for independent missions yet. It would be better to have him over prepared at the castle than underprepared out on some foreign world. If they had to keep the boy under closer watch to keep him alive, then so be it. At least, even with his failure, there was a lesson to be learned here.
“You will write a report, like the others.” The boy would just have to find a way to pull something together, if at least to explain himself.
“Use the report to reflect on why you failed. Then, you will use what you’ve learned and repeat today’s mission tomorrow.” Because if at first he doesn’t succeed, then he will try, try again—with an unseen chaperone hiding in the shadows, just in case.
NOT FUNNY APRIL FOOLS JOKES
HILARIOUS APRIL FOOLS JOKES
[[ I must sleep in 2 hours and I’m just throwing this out there...I’m not going to get to any drafts tonight. My thought process is no bueno and i’m v tired. I’ll be on skype, though! So far all I think I owe are @sutafain and @asiifisms and both of those replies require me to be coherent xD;; Send me a like if I’m missing a draft! ]]
“Nothing you know me. I am partial to charging in head first too.”
“How contradictory of you to say. I hope you know that doing what must be done is not the same as diving in unprepared.”
from here:
“I don’t believe you are in any position to be making such comments, VII. However, we are all working towards a common goal, despite what you might be implying.”
“Is that so? Then tell me, what exactly are you doing with the replica program? The puppet is running her course, yet still you pore over books while whispers of a personal failsafe echo through the halls.”
“Tell me you act out of an abundance of caution.”
either on anon or not.
