just another morro monday

Indie multimuse, penned by Maunder Not actually LEGO-centric I swear dude      Summary / Guidelines / Muse List

1. What does your muse usually smell like? Do they use colognes, body sprays or perfumes? Are they clean-smelling, or dirty?

Not going to sugar-coat it, he would kind of fucking stink. FlameFace loves strong liquor and firearms more than anything. The guy absolutely smells like whiskey, gunpowder and leather.

On the plus side though he is entirely a skeleton so he doesn't get sweaty and gross in THAT regard. But.

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BOLD all that applies to your muse. italicized is true/sometimes. striked out is a hidden truth.

Muse: Elec Man

eyes:   blue  | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other [Elec has heterochromia; turquoise left eye, golden brown right eye]

hair: blonde  | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other

body type: skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | muscular | chubby | overweight | other

skin: pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored | other

gender: male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels

sexuality: heterosexual | homosexual |bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | doesn’t like labels

romantic orientation: homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | sapioromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels

species: human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant  | vampire | fae | demigod | robot

education: high school drop out | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other | limited | still in school

i’ve been: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | redacted | brainwashed | shot | stabbed | poisoned

positive traits: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | attractive | charismatic | calm

negative traits: aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin-skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative

living situation: lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other

parents/guardian:  mother | father | adoptive | foster | grandmother | grandfather | estranged | other

sibling(s): half-sister | half-brother | sister(s) | brother(s) | none | estranged

relationship: single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated | unrequited

i have a(n): learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability

things i’ve done before:  had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital [...close enough!] | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them

She's never been one for small talk, meaning much of their venture was spent in comfortable silence, working in tandem with one another, so her parting words as she packed up for the day almost jolted Elec Man out of his working rhythm.

"...Does it not make you a little sad?" Mira asked, only elaborating once her question had been met with a blank, oblivious stare. She resumed sliding her arms into the sleeves of her coat, and continued, "I- this, I mean." She casts a brief look to the walls upon walls of wires around them. "Every day- or, well, at least some of your days. I just... I feel for you. You don't wish you could do something else?"

It's obviously not a foreign concept to the DLN by far, but the suddenness had him pause for thought. Mira's the empathetic sort, he knows, always the first to check up on the crew during her visits, human or otherwise.

It's not a question he could answer with complete honesty for the sake of her feelings, Elec concluded after a moment or two in thought.

“The wha...?” he reels around, expecting to see a little kid at his heels by the sound of her voice. Clay’s only a little surprised by the fact that said kid is some sort of teeny tiny purple plant kitty- some kind of forest monster, he presumes.

“I’m a whole lot of guys, but I don’t know about... ‘wrooooooough’ guy...” Is that a thing he’s done? Did he go wrooooooough? Is that a thing that happened? After everything he HAS done in a daze, he’s not really in any position to doubt her.

disillusionment arc

“Suuure. And I’ll go put a sock on your sword,” Cole drawls, beaming bright. “Fittin’ Zane into a sweater doesn’t make him any less solid, dummy. It just takes some bite away from that temperature. Not that anything makes a difference to me anymore.”

He looks a little melancholy about that, but brushes it off faster than it came about. He’s used to not feeling anything, after all.

“So!” pulling himself upright, Cole shuffles over to sit by Jay’s side.

“If sayin’ boo is too cheesy, bringin’ up your cuddle buddy is off limits, and I’m not allowed to ‘watch you sleep’–” Cole curls his fingers into air quotes, because no, he’s never done that. He just shared a bedroom with Jay and the other ninja for years. “What else we got to make me a better ghost?”

He gives Cole some severe stink-eye for those air quotes. If Jay weren’t so keen on leaving the topic of his sleeping habits in the dust, that would’ve earned the Black Ninja another earful.

“Lemme think...” He looks skyward, as if having to commune with his brain to do just that. With one hand out flat and the other’s pointer finger pressed to it, he starts to count off Cole’s stereotypically spooky traits. “You got possession, levitation kinda, being super green...”

The grief lasts, and the noise lasts – it lasts and lasts until it runs bone dry.

Kai is tired now. Numb everywhere he wishes he could feel something and hurting everywhere he wishes he could shut off. In equal parts, he regrets and is thankful that he hadn’t brought Nya here, as the spotty shadows of the things around him are lining up near-perfectly against the silhouettes of his childhood. All he needs is his baby sister and he can pretend everything is as it once was; he only needs to keep his eyes narrow. But is this feeling one he wants to wallow in?

Peeking out from the embrace he and his mother have wrapped themselves up in, Kai seeks out something new. New furniture, new forgeries, or a new feature on somebody’s face. He settles on the salt-and-pepper in his father’s hair; a white bridge connecting his spikes to his goatee as if stubbornly refusing him sideburns.

He smiles a little.

“Pops,” Kai says, a little shredded-sounding and sleepy. “Nya… she’s just like you.”

No, not because of sideburns – because of smithing. Because of her passion, her patience, her fire and fierceness. Everything he remembers about his father has sprouted up one way or another in his sister.

He returns the smile before Kai even speaks. It doesn’t leave him with the boy’s words, but his lip wobbles and there’s a clear second where his eyes soften with something sad and his entire expression threatens to crumple, he barely chases it away by swiping at the crease of his eye with the back of his knuckles.

It’s bittersweet, being told your children take after you despite everything. It feels a little like unearned praise. In his eyes, Nya takes after Kai.

Maya merely listens, silently sharing in a similar sentiment. Her hand soothes Kai’s upper back and the sniffling at his shoulder slows to an intermittent crawl as she gets lost in thought.

 You could see Jae utterly blank out when she heard this guy say ‘I respect women’ aloud. In real life. She thought that was only something people joked about happening, akin to posting a funny meme with the caption ‘WAMEN’, but. No? She has been enlightened in perhaps the worst– Albeit funniest way possible.

 She can’t help but simply blink a few times in response, before awkwardly reaching into her bag and taking out an honest-to-god Dive Ball. Real.

 “…Anyways,” AMAZING segway, “I’m just stunned that you apparently don’t have these little guys around? They’re everywhere in some places.”

Oh thank goodness she’s brushing it under the rug.

Jay, with his desire to save face and his brain the size of a pea, is just as happy to let bygones be bygones because Jae keeps implying she has a Real Actual Pokémon.

“Oof.”

The strike genuinely knocks Cole for six, hitting him full in the face like an executioner who can’t quite tell a vertebrae from a vomer. If Cole still had bones, that might’ve made his nose sore.

“Whoa, simmer down, Sparky. Didn’t mean to get on your bad side,” he placates, propping himself up onto his elbows to look at his buddy from a less leisurely angle. “I wasn’t kiddin’ around when I said it was okay to have somethin’ to cuddle. You act like none of us saw you cozy up to the Nunchucks of Lightning. If you ask me, Womp’s a step up.”

There’s a ‘don’t-mind-if-I-do’ on the tip of Cole’s tongue, but it comes second to making sure Jay is alright. He wanted to give the guy a fright, not piss him off!

“Just don’t tell Zane I think metal’s a bit tough.”

For somebody trying to placate the guy, Cole sure knows how to wind him up effortlessly. The attempt to be amicable isn’t without it’s merits however, what with Jay gradually lowering his weapon to stand and sulk with his hands on his hips instead.

“-That didn’t happen.” he grumbles, lying through his teeth reflexively as if he hadn’t woken up with dragon-shaped indents left on his cheek some mornings. “And, on the off-chance it did actually happen - which it didn’t - quit watching me sleep!!” Cole means well, Jay himself knows the guy’s making an attempt to console him even now, it’s just that he’s flustered and unwilling to subject himself to potentially more teasing in the long-run.