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Multimuse asks || @discrm

Hm. Superlatives are always a challenge in and of themselves, but I shall try to formulate a proper answer to this anyway.

To be fair to most of them, absolution along with redemption are prevalent in all narratives; but I’d like to think their arcs or feelings towards such lofty goals are vastly different. Take Avery for example. He is certainly not an amicable or affable bloak by any stretch of the definition, yet he is morally good. He goes out of his way to lend a hand to those who really need a little support, and is humble enough to ask for nothing in return.

Because he has been there himself, which makes him not only extremely empathetic by way of his nature, but likewise sympathetic to many different struggles. However, he has also done things he is not proud of, and blames himself for even to this day. I don’t depict his past on here in a graphic, explicit manner - and for good reason - but it is an unfortunate reality that many not so straight teenagers have to face homelessness because unconditional love is not always a given ( and it’s a reality hitting a little too close to home, so I know what I’m talking about) but as a result of that, Avery didn’t always have the luxury to prioritize his own morals. He has hurt and exploited many people who used to be emotionally close to him, and for this, he cannot forgive himself.

Not fully, at least. To redeem himself, Avery tries to be a positive influence through little acts of charity ( though also because it’s directly in agreement with his moral code) and is one to always offer his couch or shelter to somebody because god knows he wishes he had had a genuinely good Samaritan. But this doesn’t change that he kind of left his younger sister behind either, who has every right to be resentful towards him ( and is so, in fact.)

MULTI MUSE ASKS || @discrm

There is a degree of difficulty to every character. In fact, I would be concerned if they weren’t challenging or daunting because that’s just part of being human. With each and every one of my characters, I aspire to recreate the individual experiences of people in a fictionalized way without sacrificing their multi-dimensional demeanors and idiosyncratic ticks. But, sure, the ones closer to your own perspective are easier to write by way of association and predictability, though even the characters similar to my own psychological make-up seldomly behave in ways I can anticipate with any semblance of accuracy. I know them, of course, but when I write, I don’t know what is going to happen or where they might lead me.

Now, the hardest to develop were Avery and Lin because they have been with me ever since I have started writing in English, and they have undergone drastic changes from their original character ideas and arcs, which ultimately turned out to be a good thing; but there were times when I certainly questioned my ability to portray them accurately, or to do them justice as they are by far one of my most complex, and well-developed characters.

The spring season was turning on its hinges, readily casting off chilly gusts and muted colors to welcome the first summer day in an outburst of golden sunbeams, verdant roadside bushes and muffled complaints about the heat. All in all, though, it was business as usual for Avery, and though the sun had been proving a persistent presence, warming his back slightly, he was still stuck in a park without much chance to bask in this afternoon. To nosy tourists, he belonged to the city’s numerous live attractions: a despondent survival artist, putting his artistic prowess to use in order to earn some pocket money. Of course, this was a bullshit assumption.

He tilted his head curiously, though, when somebody came closer, towards his easel and example portrait-lined mini exhibition.

*bangs fist on table*

This my shit. | Accepting.

this video always leaves me feeling personally attacked

MANY  DAYS    /     MANY  NIGHTS,  HE  LOST  TRACK  ALONG  the  way.  however  no  distance  was  too  great  to  keep  him  from  his  home----  or  what  was  left  of  it.  there  was  only  simple  hope  that  there  had  been  at  least  some  who  had  survived  the  massacre.   after  he’d  broken  out,  rather  an  elderly  janitor  who  was  tired  of  seeing  treatment  of  the  subject   ;   rattled  him  to  the  core,  decided  enough  was  enough.  no  trust  was  placed  into  humans  side,  no  matter  the  face.  not  for  a  very  long  time  at  least.

it’d  been  an  impasse,  a  scattered  stance  with  the  janitor,   ‘   go  on,  go  ‘  he’d  spoken,  and  those  were  about  the  only  words  he’d  exchanged  with  the  man.   raphael  had  given  a  nod  before  darting  off  into  the  woods.  those  were  the  easy  parts,  navigating  woods,  being  at  one  with  nature.  it  was  the  interludes  that  lead  him  to  towns,  to  places  of  desolate  desert  ;  where  his  sneaking  onto  cargo  trucks  had  taken  hold----  anything  to  avoid  human  contact.   one  goal  in  mind,  SUMMER  LAKE.

he’d  stopped  once  at  a  gas  mart,  beelined  straight  to  the  maps  section,  that  is  when  he  got  within  distance  to  oregon.   nothing  on  the  map,  like  that  town,  the  reservation  had  been  wiped  off  the  map.  bile  rose  in  his  throat,  anger.  and  when  his  picture  flashed  across  the  screen,  ARMED  AND  DANGEROUS,  government  lies,  bullshit,  all  of  it  was  ;    disappearing  once  again.

dekanawida,  he  cross  over  it,  jumping  along  the  stones  stretching  out  and  extending  through  the  water.  he  was  close---  the  smell  still  lingers,  as  he  navigating,  almost  exhausted  through  the  trees.  he  couldn’t  stop  now  not  when  he  could  practically  taste  the  presence  that  still  remained. senses  failing  him  only  slightly,  the  world  hazy  ;  for  whether  lack  of  sleep  or  food,  he  didn’t  know.  but  what  he  know  stepping  in  a  trap  is  that....  that  shit  hurt.  raphael  grunts  lowering  down  to  pry  the  thing  open  and  snapping  it  apart.