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Hey guys, y’know that starving artist stereotype? Yeah that’s a thing. Ya also know that whole queer kid is hated by Christian parents cliche? Yeah that’s also a thing. SO, I’m doing some advertising for my commissions. Cause I need money, please help me.
Still in the works on getting this blog set up, but I’m gonna go ahead and make a promo for him. Like/reblog if you’re interested in RPing with Pyro/John Allerdyce. Probably gonna be an AU version of the movie verse cause I want him to fit in with the new trilogy timeline. OC, crossover, and AU friendly
Whoops I’ve been gone for a month. I’m sorry guys, sometimes my muses disappear. I’m not sure when I’ll be back. If you wanna chat, you can find me on galahadsglaive or eisankari, feel free to ask for skype or discord.
@hellthinking @krorykiins @meaveeshrim I’m sorry to you three specifically cause I suck at keeping in contact. Pls don’t feel like I hate you, I just dunno what to say without talking about dgm, and since my muses have been absent I’ve had nothing dgm related to say. I just really suck at keeping in contact.
Things I shoulda done today: HOMEWORK What I actually did: played sims, watched xmen apocalypse, and went to see a play What imma do when I get home: finish xmen and potentially play xmen destiny
bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.
TAGGED BY: stole it TAGGING: nah man
the dark // fire // open water // deep water // being alone // crowded spaces // confined spaces // change // failure // war // loss of control // powerlessness // prison // blood // drowning // suffocation // public speaking // natural animals // the supernatural // heights // death // dying // intimacy // rejection // abandonment // loss // the unknown // the future // not being good enough // scary stories // speaking to new people // poverty // loud noises // being touched // forgetting // being forgotten
Me: *deletes notes on monologue because we haven’t touched it since before spring break*
Professor: hey brush up on your monologue we’re bringing it back for the final
Sabine gives her young friend a playful pout when he implies she’s not nice to him. “I could have left you on the ground you know. But if you’re so hurt then I have no choice-”
Without much of a warning, Sabine stoops down and sweeps Lavis legs up into her other arm, in a rather impressive display of strength; then again she did shoot stars for a living…
“We should probably head back to bookman to get you patched back up.”
There’s a rather embarrassing squeak that escapes his lips when he’s picked up. It startles him, and he’s even more embarrassed that his immediate reaction is to hold on for dear life. Not that he doubts her strength, but he’s not exactly small. Holding him can’t be easy.
“You better put me down before the old panda sees us,” he pouts.
She didn’t see many new faces around this town. Every now and then there were travelers or people who came in order to get treated by the hospital in town. It was in fact the best hospital around outside of London. It was also the only hospital with an asylum in it so many people came here to be treated who couldn’t afford the big hospitals. She guessed it was the good thing about that man who adopted them, though, of course, they didn’t know he wasn’t actually as kind and gentle as he pretended to be.
Hearing him greet her, her blueish purple eyes didn’t leave him. Maybe she should say hello back. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. ‘You’ll get in trouble if you speak to strangers, Creed.’ That mans voice rang in her head which made her turn and run down the street. She really didn’t want to get in trouble… not when getting in trouble involved… well… She rather not think about it
Eh? She’s leaving? Deku frowns, slumping onto the window sill. Maybe he should go after her? Bookman will be mad if he’s not here, or worse if he makes a scene... but she looks so sad. No one deserves to be that sad. So, without another thought he jumps out the window and runs after her.
“Wait! I’m sorry if I scared you!” He calls out. “I just wanted ta make a friend!”
He really hopes she doesn’t run very far, he’s already tired from working for hours on end. The break to cook had been just that, a break. He should go back to work as soon as he eats- though with his inability to cook it may be a while before he can get anything to eat. At least then Bookman can’t bother him for not working.
The green glow of innocence vanishes into Sabines hand as she approaches her downed friend. “Having fun lying down on the job?” Sabine laughs and reaches down to help lift the boy up to his feet again, if he was well enough to call like that he was probably not too horribly damaged.
He groans when she helps him up. He wraps an arm around her shoulders to hold himself up. “Oi! Be nice I’m hurt!” he whines. Clearly, as evident by his whining, he’s not in that bad of condition. He is still hurt though and needs the extra support.
This town was suffocating, very suffocating. Of all the towns she and her brother had to be abandoned at, it had to be this one. With every step Creed took the more annoyed she got. It was the same old road with the same old people who stared at her when she took this route from her home to the only hospital which was owned by the man who adopted her and her twin brother, Domino.
All the eyes on her as she walked and the whispers, most people in this town thought she was, well crazy, due to her uncaring nature. Most thought she was cold due to how feelings she could be at time. Other’s just believe she was odd because she preferred to read and be left alone rather than walk around talking about things that were not her business or go crazy eyed over some gentlemen. She let out a sigh, so what if she was different, she didn’t ask to be judged.
Creed suddenly stopped, somehow feeling a new gaze on her. Her head instinctively turned towards the open window what a read headed male was staring at her.
Suddenly the girl is looking at him. Oops! He wasn’t supposed to be noticed. He lets out a nervous laugh, deciding to be friendly. He gives her a smile and a wave, “Hello!” he greets.
He’s glad Bookman isn’t around. Their current mission requires not drawing attention to themselves, something Deku is bad at... one of many things Deku is bad at. Hopefully he can salvage this conversation without seeming like a creep. This girl already seems a bit disturbed by him.
@ironyofhope liked for a memory
“Heh shit,” Deku quickly dumps the charred remains in the trash. Hopefully the smell of smoke will fade soon. With his food gone he turns to the window, opening it and leaning against the window sill. The fresh air smells good, much better than his burnt food at least.
Even better was the view outside. A narrow city street, with people bustling about going through their day. It’s fun for him to look at people and write little stories about them based off how they look and walk.
For example, there’s a girl with bright yellow hair walking up the street. She looks like she’s on a mission, maybe looking for someone to fight. Maybe she’s learned a family secret of betrayal and is out looking for revenge.
Yo like for a starter with one of Lavi’s old aliases. Obviously would be from before his time at the order. Reply with a number between 1 and 47 (i dont wanna use Deak since he’s canon but unknown) and I’ll use whatever persona corresponds with that number
@krorykiins look I wrote a thing about the Lavi being an idiot thing. Krory is no doubt ooc but i tried
Lavi is laying on the ground, beaten and bloodied. He groans quietly when he hears someone approaching him. Luckily, he’s able to identify that it’s Sabine, which allows him to relax. “Oi, little help here?”
Lavi grunts quietly as he grips the pole of his hammer, forcing his legs off the ground and holding himself up on it. He takes a minute, moving carefully and stretching a bit to start with. Soon enough he’s spinning around the pole, switching the hold between his arms and legs. He’s glad his shirt is off and he’s wearing shorts, because he quickly starts sweating.
Eventually while he’s upside-down when he notices he’s no longer alone in his room. “Oh!” Hey Kro-chan!” he greets, grinning. After speaking he flips back to be right-side up, letting the excess blood drain from his head. He’s yet to return to the floor though, with one arm and leg wrapped around the pole to keep himself elevated.
hey guys like for a starter
