How well do I portray my muse? On anon or not, give me your thoughts!
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How well do I portray my muse? On anon or not, give me your thoughts!

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[Based on writing styles] White: I’m really shy to talk to you, but I would like to write with you sometime! Yellow: Your writing us great! Keep it up! Orange: I can hear ____’s voice when I read your writing! Pink: I like your writing, it just needs a little tweaking! [Specify] Red: I admire your writing and stories from afar. Just know I always read them. Maroon: Eh, your writing is ok. Magenta: I aspire to write like you. Purple: Your writing needs a little work. Violet: I wish you would write more. Aquamarine: Can you write a drabble between our two characters? Blue: You need to improve your writing Navy: I have a hard time understanding your writing. Gray: You should put more description into your writing. Black: Your writing is terrible. Silver: How are you not famous for your writing? O_O Brown: Your writing seems a little bleak. Would you like some tips or advice from me?
Sᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ “Hᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ (...)”s. Tʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ‘ʏᴇs’ ᴏʀ ‘ɴᴏ’.
send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---
ofthefourthking:
alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !
✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them . ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .
bunny-blanc:
Bunny sat at the edge of a fountain, one of her gloves in her lap as she let her un gloved finger skim atop the water. It was not the Wonderland well water she was used to, which was just another reminder that she was far away from home.
“…how can people stand this?” She asked aloud to no one in particular, her gaze not once moving from the water. “How can people possibly get used to living here? Away from home?” She recalled her struggle to fit into Ever After while the rest of her Wonderlandian friends seemed to have no problem adjusting. Bunny had only just started to grow a bit comfortable there before being whisked to this place, which again left her out of place and unsettled.
“…I want to go home.”
────﹙ ⧖ ﹚─ ❝ You are a child, you do not understand things such as war, but you can. ❞
Seated beside the girl, Widow makes her presence fairly known -- no smile, no soft tone; hard and tough. Comforting words aren’t her forte any longer -- blunt and straight forward.
❝ You may want something badly but it does not mean you will get it. C'est la vie. You move on, grow tough and deal. Whining about it will only show your weaknesses to those who would use it against you. It is best to keep that in mind -- especially in such a place, lapin. ❞

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"I am having trouble with a pesky man. Do you have any tips on how to deal with him? You seem like a heart breaker..."
────﹙ ⧖ ﹚─❝Heart breaker…peut-être.❞
Perhaps her own heart--once upon a time.
❝Get rid of him. If you have the funds or if you get me a sniper rifle I can do it for you. Otherwise, I can’t help you if I do not know the issue.❞
Widowmaker - Côte d'Azur skin
La Danse || @dancingdevilbendy
────﹙ ⧖ ﹚─ QUIET is welcome for the sniper--familiar. Left with herself and her own thoughts as she breathes in and finds targets. Here, there are no targets--not yet--and she surveys surrounding in a hope to gain familiarity with the terrain. It’s useful information.
There’s noise nearby ( melodious humming ) making her way toward it quickly to figure out its source. Ah, something familiar. She does not approach, staying in her spot as she watches--but she is caught and he approaches himself. Hands grab her own--something she is not used to as no one touches her cold skin often nowadays--she goes along with it. The words strike a chord--dancing.
❝ ...Danse...? ❞
Quiet tone, almost lost in a distant thought she can’t place. How long had it been? Even still her body aches to dance, the professional ballerina still in her--in her muscle memory that the most thorough brainwashing could never take. She gives in.
❝ I only know ballet. ❞
She illustrates.
❝ But I can learn. ❞
crimsonguise replied to your post: flashback { I cant remember if i sent one already...
{ im dying, bard }
my work here is done then fear not for i will be here to bring forth all angst, killing even myself in the process

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flashback { I cant remember if i sent one already but if i did mY BAD }
send “flashback” for a past memory || accepting
────﹙ ⧖ ﹚─ NIGHT is cold–her head swimming with attempts at remembering what it is that happened. Kidnapped–pain, she remembers pain–her head HURTS. Something feels off. She ( along with everyone else ) writes it off as effects from a scary incident–trauma. Everything is fine, they smile and welcome her with care and comfort as they find her and take her home.
It’s fine.
The days pass and she–as well as her husband and friends–feel more at eases. There’s something she escaped, something big she was so lucky to survive through. What was it? She now feels normal, as though nothing had ever happened.
Her head ACHES.
Amélie spends what is unknowingly her last moments with her husband in peace–in love. Small jokes, light laughs and warm embraces as they whisk the night away together.
Neither is aware.
The couple fall blissfully into rest–bodies entwined and comfortable. Then she awakens.
Not Amélie. Someone different–feelings and personality numbed, cherished memories sealed with a tight, emotionless expression. He sleeps, silent, calm and serene.
White sheets that once held nothing but love slowly become sullied by bright red. There is no plead for his life, there’s no reaction to his wife standing over him with his own gun in his face.
Nothing.
It isn’t done–her transformation. She’s not perfectly brainwashed ( yet ). Liquid runs down her cheeks, dropping and mixing among red but she makes no expression–nothing, she is empty.
She wipes her face, pockets the murder weapon and silently makes her way back to the clutches of Talon. Today they had won. They had taken the life of a celebrated Overwatch member–
And made his own wife do it.
"I could effectively eliminate you with a single blow."
threaten widow at your own risk || accepting
────﹙ ⧖ ﹚─ ❝ Ah, and? I believe I know many people who could crush me easily, including my own coworkers. I do not feel fear, so I am afraid you won’t find that here. If it is a challenge you seek, however, I can sate you, Omnic.❞
❝ But be ready to hide and run for your life, because I can see you but you won’t see me. ❞
“Tell me how to feel about you now.”
paramore starters || accepting
────﹙ ⧖ ﹚─❝I cannot tell you how to feel about me, chéri. That is solely up to you. However, I can say I would feel grateful that I am not here to steal work from you. I could–but I do not. ❞
Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.
No deleting questions, either!
❝I swear to god I will fucking kill you.❞
threaten widow at your own risk || accepting
────﹙ ⧖ ﹚─ ❝Is that a promise or is that your way of flirting, Reaper?❞
The sniper smirks–hand on hip. He is taken seriously, she knows not to underestimate him ( and his prowess ) but that didn’t mean she had to take whatever he threw at her laying down. It isn’t how Talon works. All that’s missing is the hacking annoyance she somehow misses.
Grappling hook connects to pavement–pulling her away from the shadow with that smirk still pulled upon her lips.
❝You’ll have to catch me first, chéri.❞

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flashback
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────﹙ ⧖ ﹚─ LEG extends, arms folding in gracefully. Movements fluid–expressing love, life, sorrow, all the things she felt inside–fear. Her nerves are high, though not a fear of what’s in store–she has no fear for this, she’s ready. Her head tilts down–a look of love cast across her features–as she moves position.
Today is a good one, the nerves fill her with delight as she wants everything to go well. Dancing is something that comes to her–practising all her life to obtain the level she has now–and it calms her. Now, she needs to dress, get ready for a big day.
Her face lights up as she sees him. Veil forward, bouquet in hand–footsteps light and eager as she steps closer and closer toward him, toward the brightest light in her life. Young–afraid of the future, but not with him at her side.
Voice, full of emotions–love.
❝Ah, Gérard. ❞
There is no sadness filling every fibre of her tone, not like the inevitable future that haunts her.
How beautiful it would be to bask in this moment forever–by his side.