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Mun Shout-Outs

👑 …has a nonbinary muse

@lokitheliesmith

Z..she just. JUST. How can I sing the praises of Loki Hvedrungr Friggjarson / Loki Heiðloa Friggjardottir? I cannot begin, with all the words I have, to adequately describe how beautifully the muse is written. The way they flow, the distinctness between their gender-fluidity, just fricken amazing!I am gonna be completely honest and tell you I go to Loki’s blog and just read through past rps and head canons because I am both impressed by the quality and the thought put into the writing. Nothing is written half-heartedly.

📖…has a mun, that’s okay with playing with people 30+ years old

@therealgamble

Okay, listen. Gamble-mun is salty, hilarious, and often has a certain kind of wisdom that you can tell comes from life experience. And no offense to younger folks who are just starting to flex their writing muscles in the world of RP, but I gravitate toward Gamble and his mun because I feel that there’s someone who I can identify with, that doesn’t make me feel out of touch, and who gets my jokes. {As my husband would say, take 1d4 psychic damage from Dad Joke}. I also think that Gamble and his mun *need* people of a similar age to play with, friends and others that reflect similar experiences and values that are, by human nature, compatible. But some part of me also really wants to see Gamble surrounded by a gaggle of actual real 15-22 year olds. Because I’m a dick like that. ;){{Love you, Bri-mun <3}}

🎭…welcomes non-shippy roleplays

@ronmanmob

I am ashamed to admit when one of my partners introduced me to their RL partner, I did not know who Ron Kray of the Kray Twins were. It was late at night, and we were actually discussing our families and backgrounds and I had mentioned my MORE INTERESTING THAN I WILL EVER BE Grandma with Pumpkin Mun and we talked about the old world gangsters, and she introduced me to Ron and his twin. And Charlie Souf and opened up a whole new world of interest in both rl terms and as part of a fandom. I am grateful for all of this.Ron is absolutely fantastic, his flaws and his boons. He and his mun are very open to new friends, old ones, can come up with a dozen different takes on any single idea you can throw at them, and from what I’ve seen, never needs to be shipped, chemistry or otherwise. And I think that is beautiful, and I love Ron and Pumpkin with all of my heart <3.

WILDCARD...Under-Represented Ethnicities!

@multi-mused

“Oh, excuse me, Miss-” she looked like she’d know her way around here. “I’m looking for sixteenth street, I’m not quite... familiar with these parts-” Arienette doesn’t mean to be a bother, but unfortunately: this sharply dressed stranger is just looking far too sure of herself for her to consider asking elsewhere... and at least some jingles and jangles announced her arrival.

She even tries to keep up steps with Anna, not really wanting to slow her stroll-- but it isn’t so easy to keep up when she’s got a mermaid skirt basically immobilizing her from the knees up... and as much as Ari wishes that was a description of some glamorous gown fit for a middle aisle or red carpet... 

the matching tail dangling from a wire about her wrist makes it perfectly clear: it’s literal.

“I just came from... Zions? Street?” A swift attempt to spin around, while still trying to keep up pace, fancy foot work only managed to keep her from falling-- the costume department would probably slaughter her if she scuffed the sequins-- “Yes, Zions Street,” an arm decorated with bangles and an odd color of turquoise paint jut up between them, pointing back at the direction where she’d come from. 

send me 💚 and i’ll make your muse in the sims!

sTOP

‘I could do that. I know all about stopping.’

“So, ma’am,” This felt quite silly... devastatingly so, really, and he wasn’t even fully certain if any of these questions required asking... but Caroline has insisted this Anna Lerrel knew EVERYTHING, and while Daniel was inclined to believe that merely meant MORE THAN SHE KNEW, he couldn’t much argue with the fact she worked at an insurance company.

Was he really about to say this, though? “My, my sister has this thought on in her head, as ladi--” stop, Daniel, right there-- “as she tends to do,” no need to generalize all of lady-hood because of daft Caroline, “and she’d been considering goin’ ‘bout to set up a, uh...” a hand came up to rest on the back of his neck: he sounded almost as daft as she did, “a bit of’a side business.”

He wished he was going to ask about insurance for green houses or floral shops. He wished he was going to ask about insurance for a book store, or Hell, a bakery. He wished he was going to ask about insurance for almost anything, except...

“What kinda’ considerations would one have to make, for insurance and general safety, when it comes to... a, well, a sort of petting zoo... for lil’ ones, Ms Lerrel... I’m thinkin’ of if’a, if perhaps a lil’ one gets nipped or one’a my lil’ ones get nipped...” HUMAN KIDS COULD BE JUST AS BAD AS GOAT KIDS, REALLY! “Or if it’d be worth the... the headache at all...”

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Long blunt fingers rub at the curve of his mouth and he puts forth only as much effort as it takes to shrug one shoulder as if the question answered itself in its obviousness. But lazy as his body might cultivate as an image, those eyes ~the same green and gold as his sister’s but sharp as broken glass~ slant a look her way. Rake over her, before dropping away. He starts to answer her in the most non-committal fashion, a hazy sound made mostly in the back of his throat. “Nnmm.”

The stiffness arrives before the stain and he cuts that look down at the hem of his jeans, the battered and scarred leather of his boots, the ones that have seen him through years of combat tours. Thick lashes lower over his gaze and he forces himself to relax by dint of will, suppressing an involuntary shudder. But he can feel her mouth move, how it apologizes without a word. She couldn’t have known, couldn’t have guessed. No one really talks about...it.

“F’geddabout it.” And LA can’t take the New York out of the boy, the brick and blood and light pollution etched into his bones. “Although next time, maybe a little warning would go far.” He half chuckles at her comment and shakes his head. “At the risk of being pedantic...It’s not actually Chinese, not the way we know it, but a rather horrible mistranslation....the closer original would have been something more like... ‘it's better to be a dog in a peaceful time than be a man in a chaotic one.’ But I do see what you’re getting at. But wouldn’t it be a boon to both our jobs?”

So Pottermore says Parseltongue is an innate skill and usually hereditary.  Vivian’s muggleborn, and while I suppose a Squib could pass on the ability/pass on the bloodline of Slytherin where it’s most common so that a couple of muggles produced not just a magical child but one who was also a Parselmouth...  I’m going to say that in Vivian’s case that didn’t happen.

That being said, usually doesn’t by any means mean always, and let me tell you if 11 year old Vivian found out that there were witches and wizards out there who could talk to snakes I guarantee you she’d drive Madam Pince - and anyone else who got too close - absolutely fucking mad with her insistence that she find something in the library to help her learn how to be a Parselmouth.