#assortedmutts

“i didn’t think i’d ever see you again.”      it’s not often that bunny is left with little to say, but seeing job again feels like she’s been shot to another time in her life. one that she doesn’t like thinking about for too long. for bunny, some things are better left forgotten about. poking at the past has never done any good for her.

The look she shot across the room was one of measured irritation, dark gaze narrowed as she searched out whether that line was meant to be serious, or to poke fun at her... as she tugged black pants on, slowly, over already darkening bandages. There was a reason Yana preferred to work alone. Less banter. God, she hated banter. Especially right now. 

@assortedmutts​ : ✔ ☣ ☮

✔: A plot you would love to play out with your character

        any  crime  related  stuff.  heists,  prison  breaks  all  these  things.  and  it  doesn’t  always  have  to  succeed.  like,  a  bank  robbery  that  goes  wrong ???  awesome!!  situations  like  this  usually  show  a  person’s  true  face,  once  they’re  under  pressure  they  behave  out  of  instinct.  and  since  Lance  has  a  bad  temper  and  is  a  natural  backstabber,  i  think  it  will  really  turn  into  something  fun! 

☣: A pet peeve about roleplaying

          hmmmm.  okay,  i  really  don’t  like  when  people  ignore  how  powerful  some  characters  are.  my  bestie  once  wrote  Jacob  Seed.  she’s  not  on  tumblr  anymore  but  i’ve  seen  it  a  lot  of  times  how  people  just  acted  like  Jacob  is  just  a  big  bully  and  can  be  easily  overpowered.  but  they  ignored  the  fact  that  a) Jacob  is  a  scary  looking  guy  and  b) he’s  mind-controlling  people.  which  means  he  is  quite  the  powerful  character  and  shouldn’t  be  messed  with.  having  a  muse  that  is  never  scared  or  careful  is  just  really  boring  for  people  that  write  evil  muses.

☮: Something you're confident about with your writing

          i  think  i’m  pretty  good  at  writing  emotions  and  thoughts.  i  mean,  i  think  i  can  make  it  clear  what’s  going  on  in  my  characters  head  without  going  overboard  with  it.  and  now  i  don’t  have  anything  else  anymore  i’m  confident  about  because  i’ve  already  answered  this  question  two  times  and  i  really  don’t  feel  confident  about  all  the  rest  LMAO

@assortedmutts​ : "You're not doing so hot."

         💸 ║ ❛   —————  What  a  statement.  As  if  Lance  hasn’t  noticed  that  already.  He’s  been  having  a  few  drinks  too  many  ONCE  AGAIN.  And  he  hates  how  miserable  it  will  make  him  feel,  especially  when  other  people  see  it.  This  guy  is  just  stating  the  obvious.  Exhausted,  tired  and  defeated  he  just  lets  his  body  fall  onto  the  couch  behind  him.  Standing  isn’t  quite  the  option  anymore  when  the  whole  room  starts  SPINNING.  But  he’ll  only  need  a  few  minutes,  he’s  sure.  Covering  his  eyes  with  his  arm,  he  can’t  really  ignore  this  dude.

         ❝   Yeah ?  That  doesn’t  help  much.  Go  away !   ❞  he  snaps  at  him  as  Lance  tries  to  get  his  mind  back  into  a  somewhat  stable  position.  If  this  guy  is  smart,  he  will  leave  and  just  IGNORE  Lance’s  suffering.  The  one  thing  he  doesn’t  need  right  now  is  someone  else  pitying  him.

1) Describe your worst piece of writing?

Woof. Worst or most embarrassing? If we’re talking academic, it was definitely my 10 page research paper on the Holy Wars where I, for the most part, was just being a douchey atheist 16-year-old. My eng. lit. teacher was definitely being nice when he gave me that C. 

In terms of creative writing, hoo boy. In 10th grade, I was feeling a lot of stuff, as any 14-15 year old might. I wrote this incredibly dark and nasty anthology about war and crime and just...things I shouldn’t have been writing at my age. I’ve read it a couple times since then and, frankly, it still embarrasses the hell out of me to this day, especially when I remember I turned it in to an English professor to read. They were disturbed, to say the least, because not only was it dark and inappropriate, it wasn’t even good. Certainly a learning experience for me when they returned it to me just full of red-pen annotations and corrections. 

3) What character type is hardest for you to write?

Uh, happy ones? Jokes aside, I’d say any static character. I’m a huge proponent of letting your character change over the course of a story, because that’s generally just how real people operate. I like realism in my characters and to write one that is stagnant doesn’t suit me or my creativity at all. Things happen to them and their attitudes, tastes and opinions change. Static characters have their place in a story but I would struggle deeply to write one as a main or even secondary, tertiary character. If they’re mean, they’ll stay mean and nothing will change. I would have a hard time keeping them static because my natural inclination is to develop them over time. 

11) How do you write minor characters?

I realize the fact that they’re minor characters precludes them having a huge impact on the narrative as a whole, but I suppose I usually write them in as plot devices. Which I think is the case with most people. They’re there to drive dialogue and influence the main character’s story in tandem with other minor characters. Behind the scenes, though, I do flesh them out as much as possible.

3) When did they lose their virginity?

A little later than most, in his last year of college, around 22. With his focus sitting pretty squarely on his education, there just wasn’t really any time to think about romantic relationships. That being said, he lost his virginity to a girl named Kat Graham. (No, not that Kat Graham). They were on the same track, majoring in business, minoring in accounting, so they spent most of those four years in the same classes. Their relationship wasn’t romantic, but it was intimate. It came down to a night of drinking, knowing each other, and sharing interests. It was her first time, too. When he left college, they managed to stay in touch; after prison, like with most of his close relationships, they drifted apart. Neither of them are really hurting because of it.

19) Do they have any distinct voice mannerisms? (e.g. saying ‘like’ or ‘um’ a lot, stutters)

He has a stutter. This isn’t something he was born with, it’s a side effect of the trauma he experienced during and after prison, coupled with the fact he no longer has total control of his mutant abilities. Think of it like specific regions of his brain, specifically the cerebrum and the corpus callosum, are constantly experiencing changes in electrical input. If he put in work, he might be able to curb it, but he’s simply just not equipped to redirect those impulses at the moment.

50) If your muse could rid the world of one thing, what would it be?

If you asked him directly, Alan could be very philosophical with this. Something about world hunger, about pain and suffering, blah blah blah. But humans, even the ones with extra-human abilities, are selfish, and he would be selfish with this request. He would take away the stigma that keeps him and others like him from participating fairly in society.

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9. What chronic illnesses does your muse have, if any? - chronic lung issues due to binding! they’re susceptible to chest infections, which is more dangerous due to the fact that they’re not vaccinated. 

31. What is your muse’s first memory? - answered here!

          He has to laugh. It’s a coarse, dry, ugly thing that comes from high in his throat, vibrating out of his shivering vocal cords like a wheeze.           Do you enjoy your work?           Sometimes it takes a bit for him to sort through the trenches of his inner dialogue, which is constant, negative, and overbearing, but his answer is immediately available to him. Truly, wholly, definitively: no, he does not.           How could he, having seen the full extent of his capabilities and the rewards they afforded him? How could he look at this cart full of cheap barista accoutrements, reeking of sour espresso and burnt beans, and think this is something to enjoy? Alan lives in a state of constant grief for the life he once had. A home, a real home, cars, money; watches, clean clothes and fine dining. He doesn’t only miss material possessions, those things never held much worthwhile value for him, though they were a nice luxury.           His misses the work.           Numbers and files, organizing, networking, meetings, deals, the meat and potatoes of the working corporate man. He misses math and science, business and law. Going to bed exhausted simply from the intellectual strain. Now, he stands on the corner and presses buttons, pulls levers and wipes counters. It’s maddening sometimes. Monotony has never done him any good; this coffee cart might as well be another cell. Alan shakes his head derisively and his laugh this time is just a deflated huff through his nose.           “Uh, no,” he says softly, veritably. His mourning is palpable. He gathers his wits about him and thrusts himself back into the present and busies his hands with readying the brew for John’s order. “I miss mmm-muh-muh-my-my old job. I was really good at it.”