#indomitableblackdragon

He had to do something, else he'd probably starve. Eiden's hungry, his feet hurt. He tried asking around if he can help out at the stalls for some food - but then they'd start asking about parents.

"I told you! I don't know who you are! Leave me the hell alone!"

Try as she might, no matter how many side doors she slips through, Uzi can't seem to lose the other woman. If anything, it's just more proof of how badly the other Uzi's screwed things up for her rep, because people actually care about her or whatever. She doesn't need anyone, all she needs is her sick-as-hell railgun and a clear shot. And she already has the gun, so she just needs to find the other Uzi.

But it would probably be a lot easier if it weren't for this weird human following her.

"You're trying to find your own dupe, right?" she snaps, nearly growling. "Well I don't know anything. I don't even want to be here, you know. No one does, not even her. But I know she's here. I mean, otherwise this stuff wouldn't even be happening."

She opens a door, which only leads to another, nearly-identical hall. Groaning, she shuts it.

“And he says to me, he says that doesn’t fit his brand—” Clark scoffed, still pacing back and forth in front of the table. “Like—okay, sorry, I didn’t realize having a stupid moustache was a brand—” 

He’d just wanted to get to know the neighborhood, and taking a stroll through the area seemed like an interesting assignment, especially when he came across a cafe at the corner.

He was still getting used to having a human metabolism, meaning eating and drinking on a normal schedule. He’d forgotten to factor in the way he could no longer drink giant coffees without feeling a thing, because now he was very much feeling something as he paced back and forth in front of this poor girl’s table, who just wanted to drink her fruity drink.

“I was just trying to be nice, you know, lending my expertise—because, hello, I don’t remember the last time his stupid mustache was on the front page—meanwhile, I’ve been on the front page five times this year—I mean, not me—"

He meant Superman had been on the front page. Not him. Or whatever. He was still unsure exactly how to keep everything under wraps in this place when they’d taken his hypno-glasses.

“Lois says to let it go, that I shouldn’t let Steve get under my skin, but that’s easy for her to say—” He paused, taking a deep breath that did nothing to calm his racing heart.

He glanced at the person at the table, they were still looking at him, their expression unreadable.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to drag you into my coworker drama.” He took another breath. “I shouldn’t even be annoyed, right? Shouldn’t I be sad, because if I’m stuck here, then there’s a chance I might never see any of them ever again, right?”

okay, so cabbage is not allowed to be on the ground anymore, at least not until L.L. somehow obtained a leash. it was fine, while they were at the mbcc, where they were normally in the building and the outside was encased in metal fences but here, outside without a barrier, with roads and cars ⁽ oh, L.L. remembered those videos, of sick people who cared nothing for these pure lives ⁾ the new owner of cabbage was worried.

L.L. swore, the moment cabbage received the prosthetic limbs, it was as if the accident that took his front legs never happened. no lasting possible trauma, nothing.

⁽ oh if only elysiland's island owner could do the same. she could look at happy families, of parents that actually cared for their children ⁾

❝ … hmph. ❞ oh well, no use lingering on the past. L.L. had to focus on the new, on this situation she somehow found herself in. and actually ... eyes would look down to the panting dog, who stared back at her with such an adorable grin. ❝ should … should i put you on a diet, cabbage?? ❞ L.L. wasn't going to lie ⁽ not in her nature ⁾ , the thought of carrying cabbage, who weight little more then he probably should was … going to be hard. it was only recently that she had left her self confines of the bathtub so she had yet to put on any proper and healthy muscle.

❝ a leash is very much needed then … ❞ perhaps a kind @indomitableblackdragon could help??

"It's not as if I've never gotten the chance to float through the air before, just...I'm not sure what it is about this one!" While she used the same measured tone she often spoke in, a hint of elation had crept into Margaret's voice. The slight laugh in her explanation proved an even greater anomaly. "There's just a certain thrill that comes with the ease of it all."

"New Jersey," Yumine happily places the bowl of soup down for New Jersey to take, "I hope you've been enjoying yourself." Taking a seat next to her friend, Yumine smiles, wings gently ruffling with content.

whatever the case was, he had been more concerned about the health of those who might drink them, given their last encounter. much like the person who he had just tended to who got lightheaded, likely from some ingredient that had spiked their blood sugar.

❝ Why am I even debating this with you in the first place? Especially when there are more important matters to be discussed. ❞ many more than this, he would like to add, but refrains. ❝ For instance: the appalling amount of glucose in these mixes. Take them down before someone drinks themselves into an early grave. ❞

munday asks

9. did you have muse you tried to play, but ended up dropping for various reasons? (the rpc wasn’t active, you lost interest, etc)

yeah my first ever muse on tumblr was a character from one of jin yong's wuxia novels to match a wuxia-themed mfrp group, but that group died within a month with like 0.5 interaction for me so lol r.i.p. and after that i decided heck it i'm gonna pick up a muse with an actual series for citta which went much better

i also made an OC once based on this daoist immortal dude (except bishie) who i really liked but was too indecisive to figure out how to character develop him so then i deleted his blog lol

18. did you ever play a muse for more than a year?