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"he is NOT that old."
“To whomever wrote this, sleep with both eyes open. All of this is incorrect, in case anyone was wondering.”
Because Im bored and tired and cant think of what to do rn, enjoy some basic vibe checks for the Monster Prom Romancables and Player Characters.
Oz: the glow of a sunset, complete with the creeping chill of the night slowly drawing in. Soft candy that you havent had in years. A smile from a friend you only just remember from years ago.
Polly: the smell of chemicals and ozone. The distant sound of traffic in a faded city scape as the party you just left stays fresh in your mind. Plastic and metal and the warmth of a hundred bodies all together in a drunken, uncaring party.
Damien: The smell of woodsmoke and the warmth of flames (obviously). The feeling of a bonfire. The comfort of close friends and dumb jokes, of confidence and adrenaline as you all push each other to your best selves. The feeling of twirling your hair between your fingers, of biting your lip and feeling your teeth against your skin.
Liam: The scent of coffee lingering in a room from days before. The subtle resistance of a calligraphy pen on parchment. The feeling of reading words in character's voices you can never hear. The sound of a distant humming tune you've never heard before, but somehow sends a wave of nostalgia over you and reminds you of what you've nearly forgotten.
Miranda: Sweet candies to the point of nearly being sickly. Silver and Gold jewellery refined into intricate patterns that dance along their lengths like an artform in and of itself. The sound of bubbles popping underwater right next to your ear. The shine of irridescent scales in the fresh morning sunlight.
Vera: The white noise of a thousand people talking amongst themselves in hushed tones. Perfectly manicured nails drumming rhythmically on polished, expensive wood. A weapon being traced along your skin, still able to kill you at any moment but not quite doing so just yet. Drops of poison into expensive wines that mask the taste and hide the scent. A soft kiss from lips that stain the skin of your neck as a dagger sinks into your spine.
Vicky: The zap of static elecricity against your skin. The rush of energy as you're about to leap into an action-packed activity you've waited ages for. Fresh popsicles in summer heat. The specific aura of a fair-ground or amusement park as you stroll past the attractions all surrounding you. The fizzy sweet hiss of opening a fresh soda can.
Scott: Soft fluffy fur and gentle nuzzling. The smell of worn leather gym equiptment and a feint hint of pine needles. The crunch of leaves along a pathway in the middle of Autumn. Warmth and comfort in a kindness that only comes with a truly open heart. Big hugs of crushing strength and loud bellowing laughs that you can nearly feel. Pure delight and wonder at things learned anew.
Brian: Quiet rooms with the ambient noises of ticking clocks and distant fans. The slight smell of mildew mixed with the cool breeze of fresh air. Small smiles and knowing looks that say a thousand words without speaking a single one. Distant suburbia nearly completely out to the countryside, yet still on the edge of a city.
Calculester: plants growing through abandoned devices, screens alight with a million different words a second, codes and numbers all merged into one cohesive action. The sound of whirring fans and the humm of a refrigerator or laptop as the electricity runs through it. The cool feel of plastic and metal, tentative touches and adorably awkward attempts to seem natural. Honest words and deep kindness.
Amira: Focused gazes. Nimble fingers poised and ready for the exact moment to strike. Terrifyingly fast reactions and cunning movements. The loyalty of a best friend. Warm hands and one-armed hugs. Encouraging words and big smiles, no matter how down you where. The amber glow of a fireplace as you're wrapped in warm blankets and watching action movies on your phone. A calm collected stance towards someone as you eye them down and they can see in your eyes just how dangerous you could be if they hurt those you love.
Zoe: The smell of coloured pencils, ink and soy sauce. The burning desire for knowledge and the joy of learning new things. The feel of an eraser as you bend it or try and break it in half. Sweet smiles and teasings from trusted friends as you walk between hallways. Contrasting colours and bright, bold words amongst a backdrop of detailed and dynamic features you could barely notice until you look deeper. 2 minute Ramen and icecream as you surf the internet, just enjoying what it has to offer.
I was thinking about people and this popped in my head and I was like you know what. He would, he so would say this. Especially to Megatron
And he's so right to.
Don't know if this is already a quote but yeah 👍
I don’t think Bucky is beating the ✨fruit✨ allegations on this one
FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!!
AGRGI GRHEHEGEGRGG
I crave violence (and also tea like some mango-lemonade or mango-strawberry popping boba tea would be really nice right now if anyone has some thanks)
She peaked up hearing a voice that sounded similar, noticing herself. Which must have been the man who Blizzard had swapped bodies with, "Oh hello."
Even after ordering the ice cream, the voice still caught her off guard, setting her hand on her chest with a slight tap of her open hand then moved it back down as she smiled to him, "I'm glad we were able to find each other."
What if our muses swapped bodies?
He'd notice as soon as he woke up! He'd just be really, really confused by how thin his arm is and how it's not quite blocking the light out of his face the way it should… but his first assumption would be that it's kind of nostalgic and like being a little kid again. Like, really little, since he was kind of chubby quite early on, so...
He'd just think he's dreaming and roll over. ... then get really confused, not just by, uh, the suddenly very different figure, but also, the hair? Whose hair is this? Lavender? ... he didn't dye it, he sure as heck didn't grow it out, he'll have to sit up, trace this hair to... his own head?!
He'd freak out, check a mirror, scream--scare himself even MORE by screaming in a woman's voice--and try to contact people he knows and trusts (Bashou, Vicious, etc.), first announcing in an utter panic that he woke up a woman and ask if they know if the Professor experimented on him or something, etc.
It'll probably take him a moment to realize, wait, he remembers this body and this hair... that girl who drew on him once?! Did he even have her number?! Did she do this?! He'll want to track down Blizzard and figure this out, maybe she has his body?!
With the sun shining on the bright day, it was rather nice out. Taking her time as she took a small walk, hands in her pockets a bit unaware of herself. So she had to find someone that was identical to herself normally.
It shouldn't have been that hard of a task. Taking a small stop at the store to get a small bit of ice cream for herself. Just some rainbow sherbet in a small cup, as it was a brighter day out. Wondering if she should get him something, but what if he didn't like ice cream? What if she didn't find him? A few thoughts went through her head as she walked down the street, spacing off a bit.
What if our muses swapped bodies?
He'd notice as soon as he woke up! He'd just be really, really confused by how thin his arm is and how it's not quite blocking the light out of his face the way it should… but his first assumption would be that it's kind of nostalgic and like being a little kid again. Like, really little, since he was kind of chubby quite early on, so...
He'd just think he's dreaming and roll over. ... then get really confused, not just by, uh, the suddenly very different figure, but also, the hair? Whose hair is this? Lavender? ... he didn't dye it, he sure as heck didn't grow it out, he'll have to sit up, trace this hair to... his own head?!
He'd freak out, check a mirror, scream--scare himself even MORE by screaming in a woman's voice--and try to contact people he knows and trusts (Bashou, Vicious, etc.), first announcing in an utter panic that he woke up a woman and ask if they know if the Professor experimented on him or something, etc.
It'll probably take him a moment to realize, wait, he remembers this body and this hair... that girl who drew on him once?! Did he even have her number?! Did she do this?! He'll want to track down Blizzard and figure this out, maybe she has his body?!
She blinked in surprise the moment he mentioned what she did was insulting. Holding up her arms as if she was told to put her hands up. Freezing up again as he moved. Following all his movements with her eyes the moment he fell to the floor she jumped back.
Blizzard had to think for a moment before kneeling down next to him as he explained she was in danger, not fully understanding why she was in the first place. Her expression slowly turned soft with a small frown, turning her voice to a whisper since it had clearly hurt his ears before when she had spoken a bit louder, "I do apologize."
A hint of worry laced her tone. Staying in place, making sure not to be too close as to not intimidate him even though she was the one in more danger. Fully she sat down on the floor with him on her knees, setting her hands down on her lap.
Whenever she left, she finds it hard to believe that encounters like this really happened. She took in a breath, reaching one of her hands up to fix her long violet hair that strayed into her face and set her hand back down on her lap.
"Are you alright?" She asked, still in that same low soft tone as to not hurt the poor boy's ears. Even though the warnings of her being in danger, clearly she didn't care. Of course she noted the tall heels he wore, figuring it was to make himself taller though that was the least of her worries since there was no way those things were comfortable at all to walk in. She would know, she wears heels often, not as high as those but still enough to be slightly uncomfortable at times.
⚰️ for a starter where my muse turns your muse into a vampire
"What a shame, that door is locked...!"
Sorry, Blizzard, your attempt to just find your way back out, testing random doors, proved a failure, as the occupant of this abandoned mansion has been silently following you from the shadows, and has now decided to reveal himself, after silently approaching! While startling due to the sudden and unexpected speech, it's a rather high voice, isn't it? Either a child or a deeper-voiced woman. It seems to come from lower behind her, too...
Were Blizzard to turn around, she'd find... he's... awfully tiny, isn't he?! That cape dwarfs him and looks like it would constantly get caught underfoot were he not wearing heels to elevate him and keep his cape just above treading range...
Despite all that, he looks smug and quite proud of himself for securing prey! (He hardly did, though...? She kind of just stumbled in by sheer luck, fortunate for him, unfortunate for her...?)
But, would she just be prey? It almost seems too bad, she was fun to watch, wandering the mansion, that almost felt like ending it too quickly...
After his unnecessary taunting (probably emboldened by the fact she's trapped here with him), he'll immediately turn into... a Swoobat (albeit one with a slightly more human face, with dirty blonde her, grey eyes, but sporting the upturned fangs, ears, and heart-nose of a Swoobat!) to fly up to try and bite her neck.
Having stumbled into a building Blizzard had thought was abandoned, she had found herself trapped in this odd place. Of course nothing worried her too badly until she heard a voice from behind her.
Chills ran up her spine as she completely froze in place, a cold swear beaded around her neck. All the hairs on the back of her neck stood up straight, feeling the presence as if it was right up to her back. Slowly, she turned to face the horrifying being-
Small.
Small.
That was the first thing that crossed her mind as she stared down, her eyes still wide and shock filled her mind for a completely different reason than horror. Still frozen with her mouth agape, slowly her hand moved up to cover her mouth. To anyone it would appear like she was frozen in fear(not really).
The moment the boy in front of her turned into a Swoobat like being, she let out a slight squeal like one would when seeing something cute. Turning away to catch her breath, all she could think was how fluffy the boy's other form appeared. Taking in a deep breath to calm herself down, letting out a very slight, "Oh my goodness" as she exhaled looking back at him with a smile, "Hello there."
⚰️ for a starter where my muse turns your muse into a vampire
"What a shame, that door is locked...!"
Sorry, Blizzard, your attempt to just find your way back out, testing random doors, proved a failure, as the occupant of this abandoned mansion has been silently following you from the shadows, and has now decided to reveal himself, after silently approaching! While startling due to the sudden and unexpected speech, it's a rather high voice, isn't it? Either a child or a deeper-voiced woman. It seems to come from lower behind her, too...
Were Blizzard to turn around, she'd find... he's... awfully tiny, isn't he?! That cape dwarfs him and looks like it would constantly get caught underfoot were he not wearing heels to elevate him and keep his cape just above treading range...
Despite all that, he looks smug and quite proud of himself for securing prey! (He hardly did, though...? She kind of just stumbled in by sheer luck, fortunate for him, unfortunate for her...?)
But, would she just be prey? It almost seems too bad, she was fun to watch, wandering the mansion, that almost felt like ending it too quickly...
After his unnecessary taunting (probably emboldened by the fact she's trapped here with him), he'll immediately turn into... a Swoobat (albeit one with a slightly more human face, with dirty blonde her, grey eyes, but sporting the upturned fangs, ears, and heart-nose of a Swoobat!) to fly up to try and bite her neck.
"This is my friendly reminder to give your writers enrichment," Blizzard carefully spoke into the microphone before inching away back into the room that she was supposed to stay in to write.
