#fartoomanymuses

[Yusuke had recently...regressed, so to speak; his attitudes gradually became far more formal than before, and he only spoke to Akira stiffly, as though he was uncomfortable with him. It...had personally been bothering the raven ever since it began, but he found it incredibly difficult to confront the artist about the issue. This sort of attitude meant...hatred, didn’t it? Perhaps that was the leader’s own insecurities manifesting, but his parents neglected him in the same manner.]

[...Never wanting to spend time with him, rejecting any and all opportunities to bond with him. Of course, his parents’ treatment of him was far worse ( and included occasional beatings on the high chance that Akira had brought home his usual average or low grades ). But -- either way...it was this attitude that signified contempt, at least in the raven’s eyes. And...Akira didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. If Yusuke  didn’t want to speak any longer, if he...wanted Akira gone, he would respect that decision.]

[And...Akira was finally about to ask, now that he had the opportunity to do so. His normal attitude, confidence and a tranquil demeanor, were replaced by an apprehensive one. He was clearly fidgeting as he spoke; the answer to his questions might not be ones he wanted to hear.]

@fartoomanymuses liked for a (Nico) starter!

     He really looks like a son of Hades, too.

     Gregor had never been the type to judge based on first impressions, but he had to admit... That ‘Nico’ guy he'd heard about really fit every stereotype when it came to ‘children of the god of death.’ Lots of black clothing, check. Attitude, check. Really bad vibes, check. He even had a bunch of skull motifs. You really couldn't declare your godly parent any more plainly than that.

     Then again, Gregor himself didn't really look like a super friendly guy, either. Just one glimpse at the scars he tried so hard to keep hidden, and most people decided to keep their distance. And even without seeing them, he couldn't help noticing how uncomfortable strangers were around him sometimes.

     So, really... Gregor figured appearances didn't really mean much.

     They sure hadn't down in the Underland.

     “Uh... Hey.” Great start, that’s not awkward at all. At least he was getting himself to approach someone for a change; that certainly was not the usual scenario. “I’m Gregor, I don’t think we’ve met?” For some reason, he’d always felt a lot more drawn to the people who weren’t exactly the center of attention.

  There was no use denying it - no matter how many times Yuri told himself; He is changing. Everyone had warned him about it - told him that at some point his body will be more than just leaner but also develop. He tried to pro-post it but even he couldn’t stop mother nature course. Being that his grandfather was rather a large built - who is to say he won’t be the same? He either had two choice, accept it or try to work around it. He choose the latter -

    Which is where the other would find him, in the ice ring; contemplating.

Some of your favorite threads?

Oh god I have quite a lot of threads that I really like (some of them on hiatus :( ) so I’ll just give my favorites from the ones active at the moment: I enjoy my threads with @starfirechan (especially our group thread with @bblogan and the thread with evil!Starfire). @teamspider10 is also on the list since I love their Ben! I also like the threads I have with @isley-phd (especially ‘Mother Earthquake 2’). Another thread would be with @oceanschiild, @kinjiros-quiet-corner and @punsandtofu. One thread that I’m particularly excited about are the ones I have with @bblogan (Bbterra, duh! XP).

Peer into my muse’s memories ll I’ll do all of them no matter how long it takes I don’t give a fuck send them if you want

Barry knocked on the door again and again and again, probably giving his mother a heart attack. Mary certainly looked confused as she opened it, squinting a tad at her son.

“Barry, honey, you have a key.”

Right, he did, didn’t he?

Whatever! He couldn’t be bothered to look for it in his bag. The boy pushed through, quickly tripping out of his shoes to step into the front room. He pointed eagerly at the couch, completel with frantic finger wiggles. “Mama! Sit sit sit! I gotta show you something!”

Mary sighed, but smiled, closing the door in no such hurry. It drove Barry up a wall how slow she moved sometimes, but he knew it was because she knew that it bothered him. So he had to pretend that it didn’t bother him so she would speed up. It never worked.

After what had to be an agonizing minute, she sat, crossing a leg over the other to rest her hands on top of it. She always looked like he was going to propose a business proposition to her.  Sometimes he did, but not always! Today was all gifts!

“So! I was thinking! Since dad is always away, and now I’m going too, you’re going to be lonely!”

Mary’s face dropped from a smile to one of great concern. He’d seen it before. That was mom’s ‘oh no what did you do’ face.

He answered by pulling a Poke ball from his belt, “So! I got you a friend!”

Before she could protest, the button was pressed and a blinding light consumed the room. Don’t be something crazy, she thought to herself, I’ve had enough crazy.

Upon the table sat the most ferocious Pokemon available on route 201.

A bidoof. Beady eyed and blinking up at the two. 

“Barry…This is….sweet….but.”

She only looked away for a second, but Barry was already pulling his shoes on again. When did he leave that Pokeball on the table? Where was he going!?

“Barry! Wait! What do I-”

“Oh!” He called back, realization washing over him, “I almost forgot to tell you! I named him Boof! Bye mom! Have fun with Boof! Love ya!”