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thatโs a wrap, folks: THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY AN ARCHIVE. you can find me at graveflwers ๐. different space; same muselist.
i hate to say it (like genuinely actually hate to say it), but i think it's time for a new blog. i set this one up way back in winter of 2023โand it's starting to feel that way, too. ghost followers and deactivated blogs up the wazoo. clutter the likes of which the A&E network would love to film a tv show about. i come on here to write and just feel so [vague sense of impending doom] that i can't focus on a damn thing. overwhelmed by my own chaos yk
the new blog will largely focus on existing dynamics that i haveโand new ones will be established with thought and intent. my shortcoming as a writer on here has always been that i bite off more than i can chew. i get so excited by the thought of potential interactions that i stretch myself too thin to properly enjoy or build on existing interactions. you get it. i want to write with everyone and end up writing with no one
shoutout to anyone who's been here since day one. you guys witnessed the rise and the fall of linament dot tumblr dot com
for mirage: [ TXT ] : are we still fighting?
[ unnamed contact ] : That depends. [ unnamed contact ] : Would you say we still have something to fight about? [ DELETED MESSAGE ] [ unnamed contact ] : Would you say we have something to fight about?
fanon interpretation is so bust. except specifically this one single piece of artwork (credit @strongazzgamer)
rage-baiter to the bitter end. guy who believes in superhero superiority vs. guy who is proving him wrong but who, even while winning his war, is still being ridiculed. who cannot escape the reminders of his own powerlessness. whose humanity (that he is trying sooo hard to shed) is forced upon him by the use of his civilian name. he's in control!!! and the super at his mercy, still convinced of his own supremacy (even at the verge of certain death), refuses to acknowledge it. jack signing off like โ๏ธ even in death i am better than you. you can kill me, but you'll never be me xx
i know syndrome was punching and kicking the air!!!!! and mirage had to hear all about it every night for a week. definition of beating a literal dead horse (if the horse laughed at you as it died and refused to acknowledge you as its owner. even while being choked by the reins)

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THE PRAISE OF ANTIHEROES: A SIGN OF SOCIETY IN DESPAIR? ENTER: GAMMA JACKโa superhero at the head of an adoring fanclub, whose dubious morals and lethal abilities have landed him on a government watchlist. a walking, talking atom bomb with an ego big enough to match his status. professional womanizer and recreational rage-baiter.
DOSSIER [ BELOW ]. HISTORY. DEVELOPMENT. VERSES.
A PEEK AT WHAT'S INSIDE OF MIRAGE'S BANK ACCOUNT.
tldr; mirage has an unsuspicious Official bank account bc sheโs into crypto and probably owns a monkey jpeg
mirage is wealthy. she makes a commission rate off of every arms deal she helps facilitate, and all of her business expenses are paid for. in addition to this, she receives a bonus for every superhero she lures to nomanisan island. despite her income, though, her bank account is modest and mundane. this is bc she receives her salary through crypto wallets that are unaffiliated with any of her or syndromeโs publicly-known aliases. sometimes she transfers small amounts into this account in order to make purchases that she doesnโt want to be traceable through the blockchain โโ or, that she doesnโt want syndrome to see. she has a second bank account in her home country; itโs set up under her legal name, which has been systematically scrubbed from existence over her years of espionage. mirage never spends from this account. she only adds to it. consider it a nest egg โโ the funds sheโll have to live off when her career and criminal dealings inevitably catch up to her and she has to disappear.ย ย /ย ย @ladyintree
do i look like a real boy papa
when radiohead said โwe hope your rules and wisdom choke youโ
god like. idk. what if i just [adds three muses from the incredibles to the roster]

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audhd is so funny. got me playing cyberpunk on the tv and watching the strangers on my laptop. sometimes i take a break to open pinterest on my phone and scroll through my pokรฉmon board
just met a guy who had the muamar haircut irl. wish i were joking
i want our muses and their stories to be so intertwined that i get to bring them up in threads ๐คจ. i want our dynamics to be integral to The Plot of my musesโ overarching narratives ๐คจ. ykwim
Eris had to hand it to him... He was the first to attempt to look into her past, and he actually vocally expressed the lack of proper findings. For that, she was pleased. It made her grin a little after blowing the cigarette smoke away. She figured it would be the last drag for another couple of hours. Fair enough, she's impeded on him a little too much at this point.
His burning questions didn't bother her, nor did the fact that he tried finding any and all information he could. Again, Eris was impressed, and it earned him a gorgeous gold star sticker compared to the many she already knew.
But for someone who claimed to know little, he sure knew how to ask just the right questions.
"I'm afraid I don't know you that well to start droning on about my past, Muamar." She said with some playfulness, but there was an underlying truth to it, too. Sure, everyone left a trail. Eris knew this well. But her trail wasn't burned by her own doing. It was burned for her. By whom? Not even she knew. Nor did she really understand why. "At any rate, such details are really unimportant. Even IF biz like this comes with a good and proper background check."
A breath through her nose, expression still neutral enough to not give away anything but amusement. It would have been really entertaining if he knew her government name. Now that would have either earned him a gun under the jaw, or a pat on the back and a clever way of convincing him they were contract-bound at that point. An alternate reality that Eris was playing with too much in her head.
"Mhm. Suits me, don't you think?" Indeed. Many in the Black Market trade would agree. She didn't boast with ego, but only sarcasm.
Eris truly didn't know what Muamar expected in terms of her answer to his inquisitiveness. He'd never get the answer he wanted, not from her. "Curious..." Then, to top off her already aching attitude, Eris revealed her own cigarette case. Showing she not only had a supply of her own, but took pleasure in smoking half of the one he lit before. "You are the first person to ever press me about this sort of thing." Careful hands prepared her cancer stick, lips firm as she lit it with a few flicks of her lighter.
"Never heard of you being so curious about your other associates. I assure you... I'm not different. I'll do what needs doing. If I wanted to exploit you, or anything you do, I would have done it already."
' no kidding. ' said, half to himself, in regards to who knows what. maybe about the accuracy of her name: one-part goddess and two-parts primordial chaos, all wrapped up in a realskinn suit. or maybe about the case in her hand: a revelation that heโs been duped! he scoffs, feigning exasperation.
' oh yeah? you guys talkโyou and my 'other associates'? shit. flip me an invite to the grouptext. ' a joke planted over a seed of truth: he doesnโt have to be curious about people he already knows everything about. muamar isnโt one to reread books. repetition is a trap; a monotonous road to nowhere.
what makes eris so interesting is that sheโs a dead-fucking-end. a destination with no origin. and thereโs nothing more tantalizing than the desire to know the unknowable.
he flicks the butt of his cigarette onto the pavement and crushes it with the heel of his shoe. so much for not litteringโnot that cigarettes really count as trash. once enough people walk over them, they become part of the ground.
' relax. you already got the job. this ain't professional; it's personal. i like details. ' he likes the detailing on paint jobs. likes the kind of interior decorating details that make a house a home. likes learning detailsโand divulging them, too. when it suits him. ' no such thing as unimportant. every secret counts. '
in their line of work, knowledge is practically currency. the richest gonks around were the ones with a piggy bank full of minted secrets.
he snags the cigarette from her lips before she has the chance to inhale to her fullest. holds it, vertical and smouldering in the direction of the night sky, between them. he grins; the embers reflect oddly against the whites of his teeth. ( you know what they say about vengeance: itโs a dish best served freshly lit! )
' โshow you some of mine if you show me some of yours. '
wayside, delta: doubt they'll notice if we never show up.
โ speak for yourself. โ stated somewhat smugly, she doesn't spare a glance, focused instead on the application of her eyeliner. the compact mirror she uses is cracked along the middle, and she has to press her face close against the glass. โ havenโt you heard? Iโve been making quite the breakthrough. โ a perfect line is applied, no smudges, no wobbles, and she smiles dangerously at her reflection. licks her teeth. look at our effy elizabeth. a functioning member of society! @linament
haven't you heardโ ' huh? ' maybe he's joking, maybe he's not. his placid, say-cheese smile isn't a reliable litmus test. ' oh... ' he stands off to one side to avoid getting sucked into the compact mirror and becoming a kaleidoscopic burnout. a single reflection in two parts: connie and delta / elizabeth and effy. ' yeah, they say that. ' he flips through a pamphlet: parenting with narcolepsy. the cover features a poorly posed photo of a woman slumped over a kitchen table and a baby, red and wailing and brandishing a plastic spoon, on the floor beneath her chair. delta brings the paper to his face, sniffs it experimentally, and shrugs. ' you know what else they say? that your eyeliner's always crooked. told me so. yeah. when you weren't in the room. '

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can i talk ab my natives? iโm gonna talk ab my natives. specifically about how their hair is representative of their respective narratives
deltaโs hair is cut for him. itโs long, but itโs choppy and uneven. the bandโs manager curates his image to better reflect the bandโnot delta himself. itโs representative of the literal and cultural white-washing he undergoes at the hands of mid-riff management. theyโre painting his face white and forcing him to cut his hair. delta was, in part, a diversity hire. and now that theyโve got him, that diversity isnโt just not being respectedโitโs actively being disrespected. theyโre taking scissors to it!!! heโs being further disenfranchised from an identity that he already struggles with and thereโs not a thing he can do about it. delta has no agency
klaus, on the other hand, does have agency. he also has a horribly shaggy haircut, but heโs doing it to himself. he cuts his own hair. heโs stripping himself of his identity. itโs representative of the fact that he feels so disconnected from his roots that he doesnโt even identify with them at all. itโs an act of self-mutilation; heโs disenfranchising himself from his community. ironically, however, the compulsive hair cutting started after the death of his sister. it is a mourning ritual and deeply reflective of his cultural rootsโwhether he acknowledges it as such or not
muamar โi would do anything for my community. up to and including leaving my wife and kidsโ reyes i need you to get your head checked