Muses with Melanin

“Well, it kinda makes me tired to heal up too many people, but I’v trained it! Like a muscle!” Flexing her arms with a soft laugh, she shakes her head — he does not need to know of the pain that comes with what she can do. No one does. “But, um, yeah! Kinda just do it? Have been my whole life. So, yeah!”

Bouncing on her feet, Tamsin nods in understanding. A lack of trust, an inability to open up quickly in a new city with people he does not know, is sensible. She can hardly blame him for that, nor would she ever judge. Likely, she would feel similarly if she ever went to Louisiana and found herself amongst strangers.

“Right! I totally get that. I can’t really stand to the side and ignore it when people are hurt either, especially because I can, ya know,” she wiggles her glowing fingers, “get them healthy again in a heartbeat. Heh. Get it. Heartbeat. Cuz, ya know, healer and stuff…” 

Tamsin can’t help but cringe at herself.

Watching the stranger, Rumble Rex, go with that same look of curiosity and concern etched onto her face, Tamsin waves goodbye. 

So it fatigues her to use it, and clearly from earlier she seems to show more empathy for people than the average person, even villains. She reminded Marshall of the man who took him in. Guess there was nothing wrong with being nice to a bad guy every now and then. He'd move so she could look over said villain.

Still all the more reason she didn't have to look over him, his reptilian body was...resilient she'd be surprised what he could survive through! Taking his leave, he'd wander with the magic dowsing rod till he came to the area the stone landed. A empty crater, then the lead would turn him towards a building, the SDN. "...Great...nothing more annoying that retrieving something from people it doesn't belong to." He had a decent plan, not amazing but decent way to get it from them however.

In his briefing he remembered they had an undercover agent here, before they extend the olive branch to a new universe, they needed to know if the hand that took it would be good for both sides. His group could be...annoying sometimes. He's thinking about krollg; the alien who keeps talking about taking over the planet. Still he almost popped out a smoke waking for his ally, and put popped a mime girl , she leans around a corner waving to him.

"Chirst would you wear a bell?" Preformi, apparently she's been here a couple months, the team noticed cause it got a lot more boring around the watch tower. She could get him in and close to the relic. "Is it here?" The question would earn a nod from his friend, she'd then start to mime out the motions of where it was at.

"That's all I needed to know. Pretend we don't know each other. But you know 'of me' Turning away he'd walk to the front earning a shrug from Preformi who'd get back to mopping with an imaginary mop...that somehow worked.

Marshall walked through the front door. "I'd like to speak to the person in charge I lost something precious to my late mother, and it ended up crash landing here on and I'd like it returned." And thus started the man who cried gem's journey.

# 𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 : a semi-private multimuse featuring original characters and canon characters from fandoms such as marvel comics, dc comics, dispatch, supernatural, and many more ! mused by amanda / aerith.

twenty - six year old admin ; minors do not interact. dead dove friendly, oc and crossover friendly, duplicate friendly. middling activity. novella style writing. triggering content will be present throughout, and will be tagged accordingly.

There were many questions that would forever go unanswered, many which had no correct answer at all. Was it ever alright to inflict pain on another? Were there people who did not deserve healing? Tamsin did not know, and the queries tasted like ash upon her tongue. In her eyes, almost everyone deserved a chance — a heavy emphasis on the almost. She had met true evil, stared it in the eye, and found that she still wanted to help.

“Rumble Rex!” Echoed the brunette, head tilting upwards to meet his gaze. Her smile never faded, meeting her eyes despite the concerned look she spared towards the villain. The man was aching, but not near death; there was no puncture to his lungs or heart, no immediate damage that would threaten his life. 

Good. That was good. 

“Oh, a secret mission, hm?” The faintest hints of laughter softened Tamsin’s tone, a touch of humor brightening her expression. “Dontcha worry, Rumble Rex from Louisiana! My lips are sealed! Besides, I kinda don’t know what your super secret mission is, so it’s not like me telling anyone would really reveal anything about you. People will, would, maybe still will probably ask questions though,” catching herself rambling, she paused, fluttering her wings once. “So just be prepared for that! Questions, I mean.”

Did she trust the newcomer? Not necessarily. Did she believe that he had good intentions? Yes. In her eight years working for SDN, she had learned a thing or two about reading people. There were others who were far better at it than her, folks who had studied the art of body language and expressions their entire lives. Tamsin trusted her instincts instead. They had proven her wrong before — she hoped that would not be the case now.

The shrill tone of a siren cut through the moment, authorities arriving to take the villain in. Tamsin stepped dutifully to the side, her hands clasped behind her back, resting beneath the base of her wings.

“When did you get here?” Curious, Tamsin kept her attention on the Louisiana born stranger. “If you want, there are people who are way better than me at, um, well pretty much everything! I’m a healer, not really a fighter or a hero or anything like that. What you do is amazing! But I could show you to some of my friends, if you like?”

Marshall looked over this angelic with a similar smile he gave to the villain, a slight squint as well, was she messing with him? Probably. Still he never seen someone like her before.

"I was watching you heal, you can just do that huh? I seen a guy stitch people back up but that speed and efficiency, been doing it long?" Of course there were some healers back home, but the ones on this level always had a major catch, like the healer who just made extra flesh and organs from flesh golems, it was never this clean.

"I can answer questions but people will have to get used to answers they may not like." His tone whimsical and flighty as he responds. There were things other universes were just not meant to know, and who knew what people would do if they found out there was another dimension. Could endanger alot of people, Marshall's family, friends coworkers and to be fair...these people didn't need to deal with some his friend group.

"I been here a while, probably just haven't noticed me, haven't been involving myself too much, but sometimes a guy can't stand and watch people get hurt." Another white lie, after all he didn't trust any of these people, they just met. "You're not a hero? Yet your rub shoulders with them well, I'm good for now. But if you see a purple gem around keep it away from a man in a biker helmet and a all black cloak."

He didn't need people asking too many questions, not now, for now he'd make his exit. "Later Tamsin~" They'd probably run into each other soon again, since she healed people, and the invisible strings of fate would bring them together.

Never one to indulge in a fight, Tamsin takes on the role of healing and support from the sidelines. Battle she is familiar with, the pouring of blood against pavement and the ache of too many bruises on too many people to count; it is there that her healing comes in handy. The actual, physical fight? She’s useless.

Wincing sympathetically from the sidelines as a villain is seemingly smashed to bits beneath a stranger’s foot, Tamsin flits on the outskirts of the battle, healing those in need from the relatively safe distance. 

Blonde Blazer always insists that she keeps herself safe, overprotective in her own way. As much as she might argue that her place is amongst strangers and friends in need, Tamsin appreciates the fact that the other woman is looking out for her more than she can say. For most of her life, she’s been nothing but a tool, a resource, a thing to be used and thrown away at will. Mandy sees her as a person. That means something.

She’s never seen the dinosaur-man before, and the sheer magnitude of him takes her breath away. It is far from unusual for new heroes to pop up around Torrance, each unique and with their own intentions. Tamsin tends to believe the best in people — the same goes for the newfound stranger in their midst. 

Strangers were just friends she had not made yet.

Flying over to the collection of injured heroes, she heals Smoothtalker and Pom-Pom before turning to the dinosaur. Without hesitation, she offers a beaming smile, the kind that reaches green eyes.

“Hi! Are you hurt? Welcome to Torrance! Oh dear, is the person you stepped on—“ 

There are so many people in pain that she cannot not tell if some was coming from the villain that had been smashed or if they had died on impact. Troubling her lower lip with her teeth, she turns back to the other.

Admittedly it was punching down a bit, but one of the downsides to Marsh was he loved to fight and when he got into a fight, the beast took over! At the very least, he left the man intact, could of turned him into tomato paste but that--that wasn't fun anymore... The man was knocked out and that's all that mattered.

After the smoke cleared Marshall would be back in his human form, one leg propped up on the other; sitting on the back of his fallen foe. "Tell me you haven't seen a purple crystal around have you?"

"Ugggh...why would I tell you? Eat shit hero...!" The villain tired laughing but a broken rib stop that.

Marsh however despite the smile leaned just into the rib.

"Oooowh okay okay! I may have heard about a gem in the villain market places, in circles but that's all I know I swear." He stammered out, Marshall noticed a woman approaching leaning back he'd whisper.

"Shush...a lady approaches, be respectful." Standing up he'd take a couple steps forward with a wave. "Heya...no I heal well, I'd say and him? He'll be fine, just some healing and time behind bars will do him good." The villain was alive holding a rib.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

hide .   hide now .

shh !!  there’s somebody in the house .

i’m not gonna hurt you !  see ?  look ,  i’m putting down the  [ weapon ] .

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me .

stop , stop !  just put the  [ weapon ]  down !

drive ,  just drive fast !

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

can you walk ?  i need you to walk for me ,  okay ?

let me handle it ,  just go !

what was your plan ??  you could’ve gotten yourself killed !

you’re just going to leave me here ?!

[ name ] ,  can you hear me ?  get out of there !

you knew and you didn’t tell me ?!

don’t you know how dangerous this is ?

you’re not going to shoot me .

move and you die .

i’m gonna come back for you ,  do you hear me ?

we have to stop the bleeding .

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?

i just want to go home !

don’t move a fucking muscle .

if it weren’t for you ,  we wouldn’t be in this mess .

i almost DIED back there ,  and you’re laughing ?

you’re only making this worse for yourself .

you think this is a joke ?

if i go down ,  i want you to run .

we’re gonna die ,  so what’s the point ?

this was the ONE thing i told you not to do .

i can’t promise we’re going to make it out of here .

where’s your first - aid kit ?!

just calm down and find your phone ,  we need to call the police .

someone’s been stalking me .

just listen to me for once !

i didn’t think you had it in you .

put the gun down ,  and kick it over here .

we can’t stick around here ,  let’s go .

kiss me before we die .

do whatever you need to do ,  hurry .

i can’t breathe ,  i can’t -

please ,  please  -  let me in ,  there’s someone -

i’m gonna give you one last chance .

you have to believe me ,  i didn’t do this !

run ,  and don’t look back .

this is real ,  i’m real .  look at me .

take this .  it’ll keep you safe .

follow my instructions very closely .

put your hands where i can see them .

you can’t just let me die !

i think  …  i think i need a doctor .

we need to get out of here ,  come on .

no ,  this isn’t it .  we’re getting you out of this .

you panicking is not going to help us right now .

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ GETAWAY ]  sender acts as a getaway driver for receiver .

[ MEDIC ]  sender arrives on receiver’s doorstep ,  badly bleeding .

[ HIDE ]  sender and receiver hide from a threat together .

[ HUSH ]  sender clasps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them .

[ DRAG ]  sender physically hauls receiver to safety .

[ RIGHTS ]  sender calls receiver from a police precinct .

[ REALITY ]  sender helps receiver through an episode of derealization .

[ SHELTER ]  sender and receiver must find shelter from a storm  .

[ ARMED ]  sender brandishes a  [ gun / knife ]  at receiver .

[ CRASH ]  sender and receiver survive a  [ car / bike ]  crash together .

[ SEARCH ]  sender barges into the hospital demanding to see receiver .

[ BACKUP ]   sender calls receiver panicking after committing a crime .

[ CORNERED ]  sender menacingly backs receiver into a corner .

[ UNEXPECTED ]  receiver comes home to find sender already inside .

[ BREATHE ]  sender helps receiver get through a panic attack .

[ BADGE ]  sender and receiver flee from the cops together .

[ STRANDED ]  sender and receiver become stranded in the woods .

[ EMBRACE ]  sender kisses receiver thinking it’ll be the last time .

[ STRANGER ]  sender can’t remember who receiver is after an injury .

[ TOKEN ]  sender gives receiver a lucky charm before they go into battle .

Devil's Peak from Rondebosch Common

‘✉’ for an unsent letter from my character to yours.

‘♥’ and a name, and I’ll kiss them.

‘♡’ and my character(s) will cuddle yours!

a word and I’ll write a headcanon based on it.

‘♪’ and I’ll put my playlist on shuffle to tell you our song.

‘Ω’ and I’ll tell you what my character(s) thinks of yours.

a ship you have for my character(s) and I’ll tell you what I think.

age and a question and my character(s) will answer as that age.

unwanted (or bad) advice for my character(s).

ask my characters for advice.

bad (but hilarious) pick-up lines!

prompts or drabble ideas!

Questions!

‘Crush?’ for any romantic interest my character(s) might have for someone.

‘Confess?’ and my character(s) will have to confess something to yours. (whether it be feelings, opinions, a secret — whatever; feel free to specify)

‘Fetish?’ for one thing that is sexually appealing to my character(s).

☹ for a turn-off

a headcanon you have for my character(s) — I will accept/reject.

“[name]…has passed away” for my character’(s’) reaction.

★ for an IC fact, or ☆ for an OOC fact

Give my character a difficult decision

‘Would you rather…’

♛ and I’ll summarize our muses’ relationship with a gif.