They force a grin, glaring at CB. "You're inkredibly talented at manipulating others into believing you're a threat."
Send 👍 and my muse will be forced to compliment your muse!
Stabby starters
- “No. You buried your knife in my stomach, which means it’s mine now.”
- “I really didn’t want to have to hurt you.”
- “Next time I won’t miss on purpose, so choose your words carefully.”
- “Did I not warn you to never cross me again?”
- “You’re the one with a blade at my throat, so obviously you’re upset.”
- “I get that you’re angry, but is it really necessary to bring weapons into this?”
- “That could have killed me!”
- “If I wanted you dead, this room would be a lot quieter.”
- “I’m not trying to kill you, I just wanted to get your attention.”
- “It’s kinda hard to concentrate when you can slice open my stomach at any second.”
- “Please don’t stab me with that thing; I’ll get tetanus if I survive!”
- “I’ll drop the weapon if you drop the phone.”
- “Is-is that a real sword? Do you even know how to use it?”
- “If I get nervous I start stabbing things, so no sudden movements, please.”
- “Yes, I know how to use this, so I’d be a lot more polite if I were you.”
- “So this is why you’re not allowed near sharp pointy objects.”
- “I’m supposed to be afraid of a bread knife? It’s not even that sharp!”
- “You have about a minute to convince me not to bury this in your heart.”
- “I’m the one with the knife, which means I’m the one who gets to ask the questions.”
- “That’s not a toy, put it down!”
Interview the Muse
send ⚔ to walk in on my muse training
ask my character about anyone in their life!
playable characters, npcs, anything! ask about relationships, current ones, failed ones, poke and prod them for answers about people that mean a lot to them!
* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to :
001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse. 003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object. 005. — Throw something large at my muse. 006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm. 018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood. 029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.
My muse has been having the same nightmare for weeks now and it’s taking it’s toll. Send me “You look exhausted.” for my muse’s response.
BIG HERO 6; STARTER SENTENCES.
- ❛ Balalalala. ❜
- ❛ On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain? ❜
- ❛ Crying is a natural response to pain. ❜
- ❛ There are no red lights during car chases! ❜
- ❛ I am not fast. ❜
- ❛ I can’t lose you too! ❜
- ❛ Hello. I am _____, your personal healthcare companion. ❜
- ❛ I heard a sound of distress. What seems to be the trouble? ❜
- ❛ We didn’t set out to be superheroes. But sometimes life doesn’t go the way you planned. ❜
- ❛ I have some concerns. ❜
- ❛ I spilled wasabi on my shirt one time, people. ONE TIME! ❜
- ❛ It’s just a suit. This is not my real face and body. ❜
- ❛ Flying makes me a better care provider. ❜
- ❛ _____, if I could have any superpower right now, it would be the ability to crawl through this camera and give you a big hug. ❜
- ❛ Ah, welcome to mi casa! It’s French for ‘front door’. ❜
- ❛ And I hope you learned your lesson, bonehead. ❜
- ❛ WHEN are you going to do something with that big brain of yours? ❜
- ❛ I will LASER-HAND you in the face! ❜
- ❛ Okay. If my _____ asks, we were at school all day. Got it? ❜
- ❛ We jumped out a window! ❜
- ❛ Why is he trying to kill us? ❜
- ❛ Um, why are you trying to kill us? ❜
- ❛ It’s classic villain. We’ve seen too much! ❜
- ❛ Let’s not jump to conclusions. We don’t KNOW he’s trying to kill us. ❜
- ❛ My brain hates my eyes for seeing this. ❜
- ❛ WOO! Now THAT’S a chemical reaction! ❜
- ❛ Oh, no. ❜
- ❛ I am never taking the bus again. ❜
- ❛ What do you need, little man? Deodorant, breath mint, fresh pair of underpants? ❜
- ❛ I haven’t done laundry in six months. One pair lasts me four days. I go front, I go back, I go inside out, then I go front and back. ❜
- ❛ Wow, that is both disgusting and awesome. ❜
- ❛ People keep saying he’s not really gone, as long as we remember him. But it still hurts. ❜
- ❛ Actually, if we’re going to catch this guy, I need to upgrade all of you. ❜
- ❛ This won’t change anything. Trust me. I know. ❜
- ❛ Yeah. I’m going for a non-threatening… huggable kinda thing. ❜
- ❛ Looks like a walking marshmallow. ❜
- ❛ Yeah, if I wasn’t terrified of heights, I’d probably love this. But I’m terrified of heights, so I don’t love it! ❜
- ❛ Quarantine? Do you guys know what quarantine means? ❜
- ❛ Oh, and uh, this one has a skull face on it. A SKULL FACE! ❜
- ❛ No, don’t push us away, _____. We’re here for you. ❜
- ❛ Wow, that’s a whole lot of tungsten carbide. ❜
- ❛ Excuse me while I let out some air. ❜
- ❛ STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP! It’s just an expression! ❜
- ❛ Oh, I just stubbed my toe a little. I’m fine. ❜
- ❛ I’m not a student. But I am a MAJOR science enthusiast. ❜
Did I hear a call for another fair? Yes? Splendid! Because I’m here to answer that call!
That’s right, I’m hosting a fair! My name is Toifel Si’Alat, and I’ve a mansion and lawn that’s been aching to see new faces for months. Why not put them to use and entertain the masses? Some tricks, laughs, and mischief is just the thing they need. For everyone who couldn’t attend last year’s fair or those that just want to join another one, here’s your chance!
We’ll be preparing for a few weeks, but the fair will begin here on tumblr on July 31st. I’ll be hosting a special Discord event for on my own on August 5th.
Want to show off a skill you have to everyone? Help me set things up and join as a staff member! Just want to browse everything and be entertained? Then sign the book as a guest! Can’t sign up as either for any number of reasons? Well, I’m sorry to say you won’t be able to come to my Discord event, but you can always join the fair at the door!
I’ll be taking up to 16 guests and 11 staff members. Sign ups will be until the 29th of July before I close them off to let everyone prepare properly.
If things need to change for any reason, I’ll notify everyone through Discord and tumblr.
Interested in joining? Read the rules and form below to find out how!
Mun: Malum Preferred pronouns: He/him, they/them Mun age: 20 Muse: Ludio Muse fandom: Undertale Muse race: Void Creature/Lizard Muse gender: N/A Guest or staff: guest Where your muse will be staying: Mansion Muse bio: Standing at 9'6" tall, their jet black body manages to strike terror into even the bravest of SOULS. They have traveled throughout the multiverse, leaving a trail of dust in their wake. Their LOVE is without bounds, and though recent events have lowered it somewhat, they continue to only look out for their own interests. Any other misc. details: They own a multimedia news corporation, through which they learn many events of people's personal lives.
We know the whole ‘sugar, spice, and everything nice’ rhyme. But what metaphorical (or literal) ingredients make up MY Muse? Whether it be salt or cinnamon or an unhealthy obsession with crows, let me know in my inbox!
It looks like someone didn’t like a recent article in the paper and has sent a post card to the editor.
Ludio grins, amused by the 'gift' they've been given. "Ha, as if this could hurt my feelings. Ah well, at least I have another fan.~"
his entire body aches. his throat burns. his hand radiates pain whenever he moves it. he almost accused his soulmate of not having faith in him. he snapped at a house guest. his Intent turned sour again. not to mention that he has work in the morning. two meetings, one over skype and another over lunch. he has to get in touch with lost to see when he’s free to do interviews. he has ads to put out about the interviews and a few lists to make about what’s desirable and what he can tolerate. then he has to clean up the garden. he has to find out when his next appointment with miss layla is. his life - personal and business - is a wreck, and his health has started to tank as well. and as the cherry on top —— he can’t fucking fall asleep.
wonderful.
can today get any worse?
ah well, at least he has his chocolate milk.
His phone begins ringing, and although there is no ID, there's something amiss about the call. Before he has a chance to pick up, however, a voice begins to emanate from the speaker. "Greetings, Fleur Rhodes. I heard you were having a bit of trouble at home, and I was hoping to ask a few questions of you. Now before we begin, I'm going to ask that you remain silent about what we are about to discuss. After all, wouldn't want word to get out that the ambassador has security issues. Who knows what kind of deplorable beings might try to take advantage of that?~"
Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.
💛- A memory that makes them feel angry
They remember it like it was only yesterday. They had gone into the Depths of the Void, searching for…someone. But who? They couldn’t remember their name, only that they needed to find this person. They travel further into the Depths, spending many hours searching, before finding a ring, shining brighter than the stars. For some reason, they are filled with grief, before quickly becoming enraged, taking their anger out on themselves. They tear out chunks of Code, blood thicker than tar beginning to flow from wounds opening up along their body. Once finished, they kneel there, breathing heavily, before gently picking up the ring and placing it in one of many pockets.