#hostile meme

Send a thing! | @never-trust-anyone-over-30-000 is a devious lil shit | accepting

2: what sort of things does your muse look for in a partner?Meadow looks for a supportive partner who nevertheless acts as a voice of reason and sounding board. Someone who can rein in her more absurd tendencies on the one hand, but who can also push her to do more on the other. To say she has a physical preference would be unusual, given her one vaguely canonical relationship is with an AI.

5: how easily does your muse fall in love?Depends on your definition of falling in love. If mere attraction is the bar, Meadow falls in love with almost everyone she encounters. If the bar is for head-over-heels, would-die-for-them love, then Meadow’s kind of a slow burner. She likes to take her time with romantic partners.

8: does your muse usually take the lead in relationships?Yes. Meadow is an action-first kinda girl, and she takes that into pretty much every aspect of life.

Send a thing! | @linstella wants to see some writing!

POV: A sequence you’ve already written, but from someone else’s perspective (or smth like that I’m not copy-pasting rn)

The sliding doors hissed open, and I put on my best loving-mother face, rushing over to that poor, broken girl whose care I’d been entrusted with. “Oh, Spider, darling!” I placed my hands upon her cheeks and turned her head side to side, inspecting for dirt, grime...blood. “Are you alright? How’s your arm?” She must’ve gotten my message, else she would have kept testing the length of her leash, which I’ll admit had gotten a little long since the Commander had...fallen out of touch.

But she brushed me off! “It’s healing pretty well, actually,” she said. Actually, as if to remind me that I had a hand in its state in the first place. And, true enough. Darling Spider hadn’t always taken kindly to my more indirect methods of discipline, so I’d taken things a step further. Arguably a step too far, but that’s really neither here nor there. “Now would you mind telling me what’s got you so worked up?”

I was made to do a double-take. She was not this good of a liar and unless she’d spent the last week taking acting lessons, something was clearly amiss. The bars of command I’d received anonymously had seemed a clear message from her. Nonetheless, I had to get the truth out of her, even as she sat on the counter: ON THE COUNTER and grabbed one of my...ahem, our fruits to eat.

But I couldn’t let her know she surprised me, so I gave her a stern glare. “You should know,” I scolded her. “You’re the one who---who--” I couldn’t say it directly, not until I knew more. Or she goaded me further, something this wayward child--and yes, I contend that a twenty-seven-year-old can still be a child--was quite good at.

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Arshia looked down at the runelocked seal in front of her. She didn’t turn to face Lore, instead opting to continue the conversation as she looked it over. “How long have you been watching me go at this?” She’d been puzzling over this thing for something like eight straight hours, with only breaks to eat, drink, or just look at something else to interrupt.

She hadn’t actually made any attempts to open it, since she was reasonably certain there was a trap of some variety if she didn’t magically guess the correct combination. Say what you will about long-dead alien civilizations: they knew when something was worth protecting.

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Send a thing! | @conundrums-and-cupcakes is interested in me OC’s! | accepting

Send a thing! | @ofarkhxm wants to find Arshia fucked UP | accepting

How long she’d been lying on the ground, Arshia didn’t know. How much blood she lost, she didn’t care to figure out. They’d figured out how to kill her (surprise! the answer was murder!) and fuck if she wasn’t alright with passing on after how many years?

How many had it been? She had vague memories stretching back seemingly into perpetuity, but then, the start of your life always felt like an eternity ago, didn’t it?

Her eyes were swollen shut--an impressive feat to inflict on a Deep One. Sharp teeth lay scattered on the ground, floating like compass needles in her blood, and all seeming to point towards Arshia, as if accusing her of some heinous deed.

She’d lost track of how many bones they’d broken when it started hurting to breathe. Honestly, she was just glad there was a wall for her to lean against. The sound of footsteps pulled what aspects of her were there to attention. They’d torn off her jacket, her underjacket, her shirt, her undershirt...she was lucky they thought she was an abomination, or they’d have gone elsewhere, too.