#demoninouterheaven

I’ve decided, if fifteen people send “I WAS FROZEN TODAY!” to my ask, I’ll do my Doc Brown impression. Ends at midnight.

1/15. 

Send me “❖” to have your muse accidentally remind mine of a traumatizing event. 

He wasn’t sure why, but for whatever reason… he began to think of his father. The man who abhorred him, who wished he had never existed. After all, he was the very reason his mother died. Sucked the life out of her as he was being born. He killed his mother before he had the chance to speak, and his murdered his father only years after…

Blood, fire, screaming. So much screaming. He had the most vivid recollection of that night when he put his own flesh and blood to rest. It was either the boy or the man, and the boy won. This was not a fond memory, no this was something he wished to forget. He clouded his head with the revenge and hate of others so he didn’t have to experience his own. It worked on most days but today was not one of them. 

Big Boss opened his eye slowly, the entire world just a blur before him. It was all blue, green, and a little red. Curtains, an oxygen tank, an IV drip… he was in a hospital. There weren’t any nurses, just an obviously male figure to his right, the beginnings of a beard and mullet visible. He grunted a little, moving his head to get a better look at the figure. The person was dressed casually, a black t-shirt and jeans with dog tags barely visible underneath. The dog tags read… Solid Snake… and underneath… FOXHOUND? No, it wasn’t the clone. Couldn’t have been. Yet, he knew it was him, there was no denying it. Big Boss tried to sit up, but the wave of nausea that hit him forced him back down, a groan escaping from him. The clone looked over, a small smile visible. Big Boss closed his eye with a sigh, quietly whispering, “Bastard…” under his breath.

Your blog must be 90% gay porn at the most to be considered legit. Got it.

Nah, bro. 90% is the maximum you can have to still be considered a roleplaying blog. 

So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse).

The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must reblog and tag 10 of your followers to spread the love. You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)

10 QUESTIONS:

1. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? “Pretty!”

2. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE WORD? “Squirrel. I like squirrels though, they are cute. I think we should rename them.”

3. WHAT TURNS YOU ON? No.

4. WHAT TURNS YOU OFF? No.

5. WHAT SOUND DO YOU LOVE? “The sound ducks make!”

6. WHAT SOUND DO YOU HATE? “Any very loud sounds”

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CURSE WORD? “It is shit.”

8. WHAT PROFESSION OTHER THAN YOURS WOULD YOU LIKE TO ATTEMPT? “Hmm, I am unsure. I would like to do something that help others.”

9. WHAT PROFESSION WOULD YOU NOT LIKE TO DO? “Someone who hurts people.”

10. IF HEAVEN EXISTS, WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR GOD(S) SAY WHEN YOU ARRIVE AT THE PEARLY GATES? “I would like them to say hi and show me the place.”

BONUS QUESTIONS:

1. SOMETHING MOST PEOPLE DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU? “I am very strong.”

2. SEXUAL PREFERENCE? No.

3. WHAT POSITION DO YOU SLEEP IN? “On the side.”

4. WHAT IF SOMEONE TOLD YOU… YOU HAD TO LOSE, JUST THIS ONE TIME? “If it makes them happy, I would accept to lose at that game. But only this one time!”

5. GREATEST FEAR? “Ghosts are pretty scary but I think the worst is after I get angry because I am scared the other person is going to hurt me.”

6. IF YOU COULD LEAVE ONE THING TO BE REMEMBERED BY, WHAT WOULD IT BE? “My awsome aiming skills with a water gun.”

7. IF YOU COULD GIVE WORDS OF ADVICE TO SOMEONE, WHAT WOULD THEY BE? “Always check if you have enough water in your water gun before pulling a trick on someone.”

There was no way the chopper was going to be able to land. Not without being shot down. She looked up at the helicopter that was hovering over the LZ. They were taking a lot of enemy fire. War quickly got on her radio. “Snake, it’s not safe to land. You have to get out of here.”

“I’m not leaving you behind. We’ll find a way.”

War shook her head. “The helicopter is going to be torn apart! You have to get out of here!” She looked over and saw a man with an RPG taking aim. She broke her cover and shot the man. The rocket fired but it missed the helicopter. War could hear the pilot curse over the radio. “Sorry, Boss! We have to evac now!’

She heard an argument ensue over the other line as the helicopter started to take off and move out of enemy fire. She gasped as a bullet struck her leg. She was still in the open. She took off towards cover again but she was hit in the side. She dropped to the ground harshly. "Fuck!” They were closing in on her. She managed to crawl behind a rock before getting on her radio again.“I’m sorry…thank you for giving me a chance, sir…”

"Don’t worry about that right meow." pls