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@radiocultcontrol asked:  Moodboard + 👹     👹A deadly sin associated with a muse

1. What inspired you to make/pick up this character?

Oh what’s that I see? Is it a character that is going to have zero actual screen time in the video game and has less than 30 minutes of content to their name? I’ll take them! I’ve honestly built a brand on writing ‘canon’ characters that have so little actual development that they become original characters by the time I get my grubby hands on them. 

My first muse was Russell from The Walking Dead Game’s DLC 400 Days. It’s literally a 15 minute chapter and you barely get any character development but I bonded with that little shithead Russell like you wouldn’t believe. After that, as I mentioned it was Waylon from Outlast’s DLC Whistleblower. I..have a thing for DLC. And I guess Inside Eden’s Gate is essentially a DLC for Far Cry 5 given it was the live action trailer for the series. 

In short I’m drawn to the characters with grit and attitude that are usually morally good but struggling through some things. All three got into bad situations and all three struggled to do the right thing. I like s t r u g g l e. 

I’d gladly write my OC’s on here but I’ve seen how difficult it is to get that going and keep that motivation up. I have so much respect for people who do that. My off-brand OC/canon muses seem like a happy middle ground for the tumblr environment where canons are pretty well liked but mine are so underdeveloped in canon as to become personal OC’s in a way.

  15. Do you think you would get along if you met in person?

Alex gives the other a curious side eye, as though gauging their potential before he shrugs and nods. “Probably. I can get along with most anyone and I know that this one speaks my language.” The language of memes that is. “So that’s an added bonus.” There is the additional factor of both liking flannel enough to wear it most every day of the week and having an appreciation for the internet since it gave them both a way to make a living. 

A TILT of his head comes, BLOODY knife still in his hand with the LIQUID staining its steel for a moment as his piercing stare is cast at the body before leaving him BITTER and annoyed more so than usual. THESE PROJECT members seemed to play games with what little patience he had left, and with the sound of A STEP in the background, HIS SHARP STARE is cast over his shoulder momentarily, CATCHING A glimpse of who it was before grunting.

@radiocultcontrol // wait another one?

Oh ho ho I ALWAYS KNEW DUTCH LIKED ALEX. Who..He hasn’teven met. THIS MAKES SENSE. Theory cracked, code debunked, conspiracy confirmed.I am of course kidding. Piper is so amazing and I love all you’ve done withher. I wish I was better with writing in general and understanding how/whererelationships go and why. Thank you for sending this in and even consideringme/Alex for shipping. That boggles my mind tbh.

Like a good boggle but a boggle nonetheless.

Piper Lamb penned by Eli at  R A D I O C U L T C O N T R O L                      ⌜ Coming here to this chaotic county, she never expected to find her small faith restored. The people she fought for had given her that hope back, though she was the last person to return to the church she would still fight with the cross around her neck and the weight of her memory on her mind.  ⌟ 

► Random Starters / P6

These damn dice had been failing her all night, want to sneak around the lord's castle and possibly find a lead to the quest they were on? Failure. Try and pass, what should by all means be a simple and easy athletics check....a natural...Fucking....one.

Kaiden had her head resting on the table, pondering what to do with the disobedient d-20 as Piper called for initiative. "I am giving you, one last chance. You hear me you piece of plastic." she mutters. Lifting her head off the table. Shaking the die between her hand and letting it fall onto the table.

Five.

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There had been a blast of heat followed by nothingness. When he opened his eyes, the world was spinning and his ears were ringing. A couple of people with crosses tattooed on their foreheads were dragging him away from a fire and at first, he thought they were saving him from a car accident. Why else would he be on the pavement and feeling like he’d been run over? They drop him beside a group of others and after a few blinks he realizes that they have guns and are pointing them at the line of people. His brow furrows, confusion evident as he tries to remember what had happened and why he was there, but in trying to remember he realizes something else.

He doesn’t even know his own name.

That can’t be right. He had a name. He knew he did, but he can’t remember it. His heart starts beating faster, and then he realizes the two people that had dragged him over were talking about him. About what the Baptist wanted done with him.

“Wait, wait. Can you tell me what’s going on?” He asks, desperation coloring his words. The woman beside him turns and stares, while one of the men with the guns turns it around and hits him in the side of the head with the stock of it. Everything happens quickly after that. A dog launches itself at one of them, grabbing their rifle and running off with it. The other seems confused, but goes down soon after. The people lined up react quickly, taking the guns and shooting at the people who had just rounded them up. The latest hit to his head has him nauseous but he manages to stand up, legs somewhat wobbly.

As the chaos dies down a woman with red hair approaches, smiling. The dog from before trails her and she reaches out, her fingers coming away red from where she’d touched the side of his head.

“Alex, you okay?” She asks and he watchers her, wonderingly.

“Is that my name?” He – Alex asks, and the woman looks startled before asking,

“You don’t remember?”

He shakes his head, which turns out to be a huge mistake, but she steps forward to help keep him upright before he can fall over.

RNG GODS SAID ; 19. a clumsy kiss

They’d somehow managed to pull it off. Not only had they gotten out of Jacob’s territory, but they’d managed to do so with his truck. Alex didn’t think it was possible, and he sure as hell didn’t expect Piper to want to go along with it but she’d been down for intercepting the movement of the eldest Seed and when he’d gone in to the service with the rest of his siblings, they’d struck.

Alex had gotten the doors unlocked easily enough (’Don’t ask why I know how to do this’), and once they were in, he procured the key he’d long since stolen from John Seed and handed it over to Piper. She took it with a smile, started the engine and then they were off, laughing and taking the hills at a pace far too fast to be safe, but the moment was freeing and Alex felt light for the first time in months. When they finally reach a safe spot to stop for a moment and catch their breath, he doesn’t think twice before leaning over and kissing Piper. The middle console is in the way and she’s as unprepared for it as he was, but he leans in, grinning against her lips, fumbling somewhat almost into her lap despite the separation before leaning back in his seat.

“Falls End?” He asks, sounding as breathless as he feels, and then they’re off again.

It may not be the biggest blow to the Project logistically, but it was definitely a win for the Resistance considering the way they gathered outside in the streets of Falls End laughing and clapping when they saw the red truck roll through the town only to stop and park outside of the Spread Eagle. Morale skyrocketed with the sneaky steal and Mary May insists on celebrating at the bar. Some show up to drink and hear the story of how they’d gotten the truck out from underneath the Project’s nose, while others just want to try and pretend for a moment that everything is normal.