#;;queued

I have him listed as ‘selective’ contrasted to other muses because with just... How he is and how I want to play him. This might change later, but I want to get an accurate feel for his uncanny ability to find the things that the spirit of compassion is drawn to. 

What this means is that I have to pay a lot more attention to my RP partners’ threads, headcanons, and everything else. It’s easy for muses that are also interacting with my other muses, as I’ll have a better idea of them and can get good ideas from the occasional dash reading instead of deep diving for each reply. 

So to keep it simple: Cole is reserved for muses who are RPing with another muse of mine. If I’m super familiar with the mun’s other muses, I might be able to get a good feel with the muse in question, and it’s hit or miss with canon muses. 

I’ll still try to pop in with some memes for mutuals in general, but while I love him, he’s harder to keep up with people I don’t interact with as much.

@goldryse

The words sound so brave and sure in Cindy’s particular drawl. But Ignis doesn’t feel the truth of them. He still feels the fire on his skin, and the power surging through his veins. They are overlaid with blurred memories and the cobwebs of the nightmares that left him raw and in this state.

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[I have a few villains, so, doing separate ones for everyone. Including for some not-quite villains.]

Caesar / Edward Sallow  

the moment the boats from Port Ormos began to dock , Ayato was standing at the ready in Ritou to recieve their honored guests from afar . He had managed to hire talent from abroad for this festival's sake , and was lucky enough yo have overheard his beloved sister speaking quite highly of a Sumeru theater , Zubayr as he recalls it . A few talents and stage hands exited the boat , but it was one red haired woman who was dressed for the part already who had caught his gaze .

It was in her step , the graceful walk across the dockside otogi , but also the way the calmer waters did gently ripple beneath every step... then he noticed , she bore a hydro vision just as he did , a sign of her dedication to her craft . Immediately Ayato would approach her , bypassing the theater manager and stepping forward , hands clasped together and bow every present .

     Adrenaline coursed through the teen as she pushed her bike, with a little too much force, against the side of the cabin and hurried in, her eyes bright with excitement. “Dinosaur!” she exclaimed, calling out to whoever might be inside and within ear-shot. It had been a while since the teen had showed such a level of engagement with life near the cabin. She enjoyed spending time with Owen, learning how to chop wood and other tricks that she thought were very impressive, and Claire was caring and gave her all she needed and wanted (except freedom to roam as far as she wished) but growing older came with new challenges, especially when she felt she was still being treated like a little kid. 

     The discovery of a dinosaur that had interacted with her while she cycled alone had momentarily brightened the girl’s outlook. “I didn’t go looking for it,” a half truth - she didn’t know that particular dinosaur existed, but if she didn’t keep an eye out for them there wasn’t much entertainment near the cabin. Not unless she broke the number 1 rule and went past the bridge, “It just appeared, and it interacted with me. It listened to me!” 

     A scowl furrowed the girl’s brow, brown eyes glaring ahead as she peddled as ferociously as she could manage, away from the cabin and towards the town and what felt like freedom. 

     Maisie couldn’t stay with them anymore. Her not-parents. The suffocating obsession they had with her staying close to home had grown unbearable. It wouldn’t be her home any longer. They didn’t understand, couldn’t understand how awful it felt to be trapped. The explanations of protection and safety had grown old after her preteen years and the girl wanted to experience more. 

     Reaching a hand into her pocket, her eyes bulged when she found no tiny scrap of paper there with the address of her planned escape. She had left in a hurry, having fought terribly with Claire and Owen over the rules they had put in place to ‘protect’ her, as well as their disagreement over her choices to allow herself to help others, to make a difference. Although she considered cycling back for it, she kept on going, knowing the address off by heart by now. Besides, Claire and Owen weren’t her legal parents, they wouldn’t be able to force her back with them, not without her putting up a fight. Why should it matter to them what she chose to do with her own DNA? It was her own decision to help Dr. Brooks. He was kind, he didn’t smother her or try to control her, he simply offered her a way to help, to eventually travel with him back to his lab in the city and become somebody. Somebody who made a difference.