#Jusssst musing

[rolladerbie]

Muse List

HERE'S MY MUSE LIST UNDER THE CUT CUT CUT---

Just gonna put it out there, that on top of my OCs, I have the ability to play the following if asked (In no particular order):

Knock Out, Breakdown, Soundwave, Shockwave, Starscream, Megatron, Pharma, Ratchet, Bumblebee ---

Trying to think of who all I've rped in the past and I'm having a hard time remembering. -IF- there's someone Canonical that you'd like that you don't see on THE LIST, please feel free to grab me by the ears and point me in that direction-- even if I need a little handholding through it. I'm willing to write anyone. (Besides, I'm a degenerate and enjoy holding hands.)

𝕄𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕤

Failsafe ; Decepticon BioWeapons Engineer - Alt: B-2 Spirit

Very likely a Sparkeater, we simply don't know for sure.

Cannibalizes parts from deceased mechs

Vivisection is the word of the day.

Failsafe is a cold, calculating individual who prides himself in his ability to make infectious diseases jump from Organic to Mechanic. As such, he likes to target Cybertronian colonized planets and plant an organic creature with one of his viruses. Then he just sits back and watches the world go up in flames. In a nutshell, he's playing Plague Inc and everyone else has to suffer for it.

Moshpit ; Autobot Wrecker - Alt; HMMWV

Heavy duty punch boy

Secretly the dad friend

Actually a soft boy

Favorite color is pink and he loves hello kitty.

Moshpit is a massive mech that does massive damage on a massive scale, even when he doesn't mean to. 'Bull in a China Shop' is the best way to describe him, and it's not something that he can readily help. Him big. He has adopted Derby as his little sister, and he's ferociously protective of her- however, it's rare that they get to see one another anymore. He's everyone's dadfriend and he has the habit of adopting jusssst about everyone.

𝔽𝕖𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕤

Derby ; Autobot Wrecker; Alt- 1986 Chevy Caprice - Custom Paint

Was a cop before she was a Wrecker.

Suffering from a TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury)- She doesn't remember before the last thirty-seven years.

Behavior has changed from rigid police officer to rough and tumble demolitions expert due to TBI.

Derby was once a rather strict member of the Iacon Police before the War. She rather enjoyed her job because she found it fun to solve mysteries. When the war occurred, she served with the Autobots for some time, but having seen certain settlements being accosted so severely, she joined up with the Wreckers. Risking her life to keep the weak safe was what she signed on for. After millions of years of fighting, she suffered an injury so bad that she's lucky to be alive. Who she use to be is almost completely gone, however.

Mix-Tape ; Neutral Code Cracker / Mnemosurgeon; Alt- Boombox

Is actually a minicon and is thus quite small

Was a radio host before the war and values music like it's a lost artform.

Has been used by, and threatened by both sides of the war.

Mix-Tape never lived a very exciting life before the war. In fact, she ran a radio show about musical therapy and how certain tones can alleviate stress in a frame. When the war happened, she briefly joined the Autobots as a code maker and breaker. She was kidnapped by the cons, and then kidnapped back by the Autobots. This 'passing of the ball' got so bad that she eventually defected both sides and tried to hide out. This didn't work, however. She's been on the run ever since.

Lockjaw; Former Dinobot turned Decepticon ; Alt - Dilophosaurus

Has been treated like a pet since her Decepticon reformation.

Is a berserker, where her animal side takes over when she enters a blind rage.

Fires superheated plasma from her mouth.

Lockjaw was once a proud Dinobot, and a scout to boot. She was able to infiltrate most areas and send back information to her comrades in arms. This job, however, got her caught, and as a result, suffered a worse fate than death: Reformatting. Not only was this a painful process, it involved enough trauma to cause her to forget everything she ever stood for. Now she's a die-hard Decepticon loyalist who will lose herself to her more predatory side in a fight.

Scrape; Autobot Former Dispatch, now Battle Medic; Alt- 1965 Mustang

What medical License?

Hands On Learning

The leg bone's connected to the hip bone---right?

Scrape was content being a dispatch officer for the police before the war. She even entered into communications when the war started! But as the Autobots began to lose numbers, she found herself on the frontlines trying to do what she could to save lives. Her Medic mentor was felled in battle, and she did everything she possibly could to patch them up. They still ended up dying. She paints herself as a Medic to honor them, and actually does her best to learn as she goes.

The Furies; Decepticon Mercenaries; Alt- F-18 Hornet

(From left to right) Medusa, Fury and Harpy

Medusa is the 'baby', the 'nice one' and is very ahodere.

Medusa has an outlier ability that makes it to where locking optics with her for a period of time can shut down basic motor functions. She is unaware she has this ability

Fury is the eldest, the bitch, and very tsundere.

Fury is a tactician and has the habit of being a control freak

Harpy is the 'middle child', can be a touch aloof and is very Yandere

Harpy is by no means an autobot, but she romanticizes the forbidden relationships between autobots and decepticons.

The Furies are a trine of Seeker Mercenaries that are called in when all else fails. They are skilled assassins who have no qualms about taking out others among their ranks as well as Autobots. Of the three, Harpy takes the most prisoners because she 'falls in love' with those she interrogates and when she grows bored she disposes of them. Of the three, Medusa is something of a pacifist, but that does not mean that she does not support her 'sisters' in their endeavors. Fury rather enjoys the act of interrogation, and the three of them together is something of a horror to endure.

ℍ𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕤

Raziel; Human with Cybernetic Enhancements ; Ex Military

Took part in a military program to test cybernetics. Currently her left arm, spine and heart have been replaced.

Having worked so close to the Military, she has been given the opportunity to study Cybertronians and their anatomy thanks to POWs that have been taken by the government since the Roswell Crash.

Learning what makes a Cybertronian tick, she then synthesized pain killers for them.

Raziel wasn't always the equivalent of a Repo!Man, harvesting organs from fallen Cybertronians. She was once a doctor for a secret branch of the military that dealt with Off-World issues. Having been brought on to study Cybertronian frames, she has sickened her mind with knowledge that no human has a right to know. She lost her arm to one of these POWs, and with her advanced knowledge on their biology, had a new arm made. All of her time working with these bots gave her something of a rapport with them. If they cooperated and let her learn as much as she could, she'd see to it they were released. Come to find, according to the military, Death is a quick release. Having left the military behind, she moved on to stalking Cybertronian battle grounds to harvest organs before the clean up crew could arrive for either side. She's now made herself a little chop shop where Mechs and Femmes of all kinds come for various acts. Whether it's a paint job, a tire rotation, or a t-cog replacement, she's there for the job.

She's also synthesized drugs for Cybertronians. The downside is, they're highly addictive...

[yellow-bunny-ears]

🍾 How did you meet Henry?

Ask my muse a question while they’re drunk

——

He sat back in his chair and let out a laugh at nothing in particular. His pale cheeks were uncharacteristically red, a testament to how much he’d been indulging this evening.

“Henry n’ I? Weee met….all th’ way back in universsity— can y’fuckin’ believe that was two…two whole decades ago? Mm, time flies—“ he held a hand up to his mouth to stifle a belch, “f..fuck, I’m sorry, that was rude of…of me. Psshhh, yeah— sssooo anyways, me n’ Henry were roommates back in th’ day, y’know? N’ we…uh…whatever, jusssst kinda went from there. Ssorry, sorry love, I’ve been drinkin’ a bit.”

[guqin-and-flute]

I have just now realized that along with WWX, NHS, and LJY, I headcanon JGY as also having ADHD, more of the hyperactive type than inattentive. I think that’s part of what makes him move at such a breakneck pace without fully just stopping and doing some introspection. I think it’s part of what makes him so good at problem solving--having a highly associative brain that can make split second connections is good at being maneuverable. But we also see him having trouble with big goal changes, bullheadedly sticking to The Plan, even if it’s not necessarily what needs to happen anymore. (Really, JGY? Your Father will love you if you kill this one more person? You’ll finally get that stability you crave? Really, if you just keep filling Guanyin Temple up with hostages, your escape to Japan will still work? Maybe it’s time to cut your losses, bud.)

The Emotional Dysregulation (’Son of a Whore’ button, anyone?) and Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria--that paired with trauma and a, uh, flexible view on personal morality makes his reaction to all the ridicule he receives for his birth station, shall we say, intense. (Also translating: ‘How could you do that? I’m upset!’ = ‘I actively want you to die and hate you with every fiber of my being’). Probably learned very early that something was Different™ about him and learned to watch how other people did things and mirror. I could very easily see him as the type of child who sits and watches other people and actively learns The Rules that everyone else seems to know and so, now, can wield them deftly and very purposefully in social situations to his advantage.  (All his skills at handling people more powerful than him could have very easily been learned at the brothel; making yourself seem nonthreatening and even helpless, people are inherently selfish, don’t go headfirst against people stronger than you because you’ll lose, show people what they want to see, make yourself valuable, s m i l e :) ).

[prismaticpichu]

Zack, but he got obsessed with Loveless as a kid for inspiration to become a hero and gets adopted by Genesis instead of Angeal?

Oh no… sound the alarm bells, take COVER. It’s the accursed Bible of the FF7 world.

So one day baby Zack is in Gongaga’s local library and stumbles across some shiny red book. This isn’t Toogle the Rainbow Moogle??? What! He better return this to the grown up section before it’s missed!

Jusssst after a quick peek. He does like the color red.

Oops.

Zack has been indoctrinated, from head to toe. He can’t put the book down. Ofc most of it is complete gibberish… but HEROES??? He wants to be a hero now! He wants to find the gift of the goddess! Yaayyyy *exhaustingly throws away maracas*

Fast forward to ShinRa, and 13yo Zack is sitting in the cafeteria eating chicken tenders and reading Loveless. He can recite the whole book by memory now, but who cares? There may be critical details he may have missed—

“The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.” (I’m not snorting)

Zack’s head shoots up, and there’s Commander Rhapsodos looking over his shoulder. In absolute AWE. No one… not ONE skunk in this entire building has ever dared to open up Loveless.

Boom! Instant friendship. Genesis comes waltzing into Angeal’s apartment to show off his new apprentice (and ofc to prove that NO, he is no longer a single lonely crumb enjoying fine literature.)

“But Genesis,” Angeal is a little stunned, “I thought you said that Third Classes were just germ-infested earthworms eating—“

“Forget what I said, Angeal! This here is my student and he is mine now. I have christened him ‘the Doberman’ because of his black hair.”

“I don’t think naming people after dogs is very polite.”

“SHUT UP, SEPHIROTH.”

Genesis takes Zack by the wrist and they head out.

Fast forward. Zack & Genesis get SO busy talking about Loveless that they forget all about being SOLDIERs. There’s hardly any time for sparring. There’s only BOOK. Why can’t Angeal & Sephiroth just see that??? Those uncultured SWINES.

“No, you two! I have no interest in sparring atop a Junon Cannon simulation today. Run along now.”

Sephiroth watches him stroll away and frowns. “We lost Genesis to a book.”

Angeal sighs. “Yeah… it happens.”

Zack & Genesis’s #1 favorite thing to do is to discuss their interpretations of the play, especially musing about what the 5th act may entail.

“I have to be the hero!” Genesis declares. “I must triumph. I will dethrone Sephiroth as Gaia’s hero and FIND THE GIFT OF THE GODDESS.”

“But Genesis,” Zack squeaks. “We haven’t gone on a mission in 4 months. Didn’t you see Lazard revoke your status?”

Genesis glances down, seeing himself lacking his First Class belt. His pants are quite loose.

“Oy Shiva…”

“Y’know,” Zack continues, “I don’t think there is this ‘gift of the goddess’ anyway. Maybe the gift is something inside of us. Something that’s been inside of us all along!” He gestures to his heart. “Maybe… maybe we’re all heroes inside. We don’t have to prove ourselves in some big military organization and compare ourselves to others. We can be heroes in our own way!”

Genesis thinks about this, long and deep.

“How about we just resign and join a book club?”

“Sure.”

~~~~

I think my blood sugar has gotten dangerously low~

[syncopatedid]

Kazetsuyo Novel Translation: Excerpt from Chapter 6: The Voice of the Soul

(Pages 282 - 288)

At Joji’s suggestion, everyone at Chikusei-so had decided to gather at the Twins’ room two days before the qualifier for a casual drinking session. For these members, drinking was the fastest way to relieve tension and foster team unity.

Since the landlord held the token title of coach, he was invited to join as well. Therein lies the problem, however. The money that the landlord had given to Kiyose to fix the hole awhile ago had instead been passed on to Shindo, who used it to subsidise their expenses for the Hakone Ekiden; all the money they had would still not have been sufficient to cover their transport and accommodation costs.

And so, as the landlord was about to step into the entranceway, Jota had deliberately intercepted his path, flashing the gravure page of a magazine to catch his eye. Distracted by the swimsuit model, the landlord took off his shoes and entered the house without so much as glancing up at the ceiling, following closely behind Jota while he made his way up the stairs. The strategy was a success! Watching from the kitchen, Kakeru and Joji gave each other a silent high five.

Prince had been instructed to sit on the hole, on the orders of Kiyose and Shindo not to move from that spot in the landlord’s presence come hell or high water— not even if an earthquake occurred or if he needed to go for a bathroom break — hiding the evidence while he read his manga.

“The coach will now give a speech!” Kiyose announced, tipsy from the alcohol.

Hugging his bottle, the landlord wobbled to stand on his feet. Seeing him act like a real coach for the first time, Kakeru waited eagerly for him to speak.

“Since the qualifier is approaching… I shall share with you the secret to winning,” the landlord declared in a dignified, husky voice. “The secret is… to alternate between your left foot and your right!”

The room fell dead silent. 

Detecting their dismay, the landlord concluded, “Keep at it, and you’ll reach the finish line eventually.”

“That’s it?!” King waved his glass, gesticulating wildly. 

“Is this person okay?” Yuki bemoaned.

“Can’t we find ourselves a more decent coach?!” Nico scoffed. 

“Ahhhh… there goes my motivation…” Jota whined.

The grumbling noises were escalating. Kakeru quickly diverted the conversation to Kiyose. 

“Haiji, from the very beginning, you believed that all the members here had a real shot at Hakone, even though I thought there’s a fifty-fifty chance we wouldn’t make it… why were you so confident about this?”

“Hmm?”

Kiyose looked up from his glass, grinning ear to ear.

“Because you guys can really drink!”

“Huuuuuh?!”

The room stopped complaining about the landlord and turned their attention to Kiyose.

“Long-distance runners tend to have greater tolerance for alcohol due to their high metabolism… and you guys drink like a fish, you know? I’ve been observing you lot alllllllllll this time, so I knew you could do it for sure…” 

“I can’t believe you!” Shindo threw his hands up in the air. “If you’re looking for a drunk, there’s plenty of them in this world!”

“You dragged all of us into the mud for THIS reason?!” Yuki was beyond livid.

Kakeru groaned. He had expected Kiyose to say something inspiring to lift the team’s morale, but it went in a completely opposite direction instead.

“You mean to tell me we ended up here because of our drinking habits?! Are you serious?!” Prince was so agitated he almost got up, but saw Shindo staring daggers at him and quickly planted his rear end back down again. “How is this any different from building a house on quicksand?!”

“It’s not jusssst because of that, of course…” Kiyose was slurring in his speech. “I could tell you guys possess the latent talent to shine! I could feel it!”

“You’re drunk, Haiji…” Kakeru sighed.

“Hey, can’t we talk about something a little more light-hearted?” King sprawled on the tatami, lamenting out loud.

“Ah, that reminds me! How are things with you two and Hana-chan?”  Musa egged the twins.

“With Hana-chan?”

“Things are well, I guess?” the twins answered innocently.

They don’t get it. These two totally don’t get it at all. The whispers were unanimous.

“So do you two have girlfriends or what?” Nico, who had been chewing on a piece of dried squid earlier, casually raised the question again. “If you do, you should get them to come cheer for us the day after tomorrow!”

Such topics were seldom brought up in Chikusei-so. Given their living space was as cramped as it is, one would tend to be mindful not to pry into another’s private affairs. Besides, even if they didn’t go out of their way to talk about it, if someone among them had a girlfriend, the rest would likely have sensed it somehow.

But then again, the team had been busy training this half a year; so no one has had an inkling as to the status of their teammates’ love life; not that any of them ever brought their girlfriends back to their rooms before—since anything said or done behind thin walls would certainly be heard. 

“We’re accepting applications!” the twins replied together.

If you’re “accepting applications”, then for crying out loud please notice the “candidate” that’s right in front of you!, thought Kakeru exasperatedly.

King had gone silent, curling his body into a ball.

“And what about you?” Yuki threw the question back at Nico.

“I don’t have the strength to deal with that kinda thing right now.” Nico mused, scratching the stubble on his jaw.

“As for me,” Shindo hung his head down, “I’ve been running myself ragged with the negotiations between the committee and the university… I think it’s just a matter of time before she breaks up with me.”

“You’re dating someone?”

Kakeru was stunned. He would never have pegged a plain and honest guy like Shindo to be basking in the brilliance of romance.

“Shindo already got himself a girlfriend when he started university,” Musa explained. “I am hopeless though… I can’t even get anyone to come back to my hometown with me…”

Do things really need to move that fast……?!  

“Don’t you have a girlfriend, Kakeru?”

Kakeru shook his head at Musa’s question.

“I’m not popular with the ladies.”

“Doesn’t seem that way to me.” 

“Um… what about you, Prince?”

Kakeru tried to draw attention away from himself, but Prince’s head remained buried in his manga, not even bothering to look up.

“I’m only interested in 2D girls.”

Even though you were born with an idol's face, what a waste…

Prince gave Kiyose a sideway glance.

“More importantly…. have you heard the rumours about Haiji floating around the Lit department? He may look like this, but he’s actually quite a —— ow!”

With a flick of his fingers, Kiyose sent a peanut flying right between Prince’s eyebrows. Prince let out a tiny yelp and clammed up. No one else was brave enough to probe Kiyose for details after that.

Kiyose gave a thin smile.

“How about you, Yuki?”

“I’ll have you know I’m of good character, plus I’m not too shabby in the looks department either. Far as my future goes, I’ve got this in the bag.” Yuki stated matter-of-factly.

King had retreated even further into his shell.

“Aren’t you boys going to ask about me?”

As the landlord poured himself another cup of shōchū, there came a ringing sound.

(Continued)

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Footnotes 

1. I have SO many thoughts about this scene regarding Kakeru and drinking and it got long it became its own post, hahaha. 

2. This passage was definitely among my top 10 favourite scenes in the novel because, in a span of seven pages, you could pick up on nearly everyone’s character quirks. Also Me@Kakeru this entire exchange regarding Hana and the twins: SON can you even hear yourself in Chapter 10.

3. Elements from this scene have been split into two separate drinking parties in the anime - one in episode 5 (where Shindo mentioned he’s got a girlfriend and the squad was completely wasted), and the other in episode 15 (where Coach Tazaki made his speech). Yuki also received a call from his mother immediately after this scene and I… hope to get around to that bit sometime… soon. Maybe.

4. Even though some of the Haiji and Ouji moments in the anime are original material, I like how it’s quite canon aligned to their level of familiarity in the novel. Akane seems most privy to Haiji’s conduct outside of Aotake, and in my personal experience, juniors and seniors in university don’t usually mix even if they’re from the same department, so for rumours of Haiji to reach a second year like Akane would imply that Haiji’s name gets around even among the juniors. It’s either that, or Akane’s lurking skills are next level, and he’s able to pick up rumours circulating amongst the seniors and/or he actually hangs out with Haiji (and Haiji’s peers) after class for whatever reason. Well well well…

previous translations in my tag: #Kaze Novel Translations

[sexbonk]

🍺 (ooc; might be a good way to break the ice lol)

Send ‘🍺’ for my muse to do something drunkenly embarrassing around yours.

@bushmannsrules 

  The RED had won, three times in a row, and this last time was right before the weekend. So it was time to celebrate, which they did and did well. 

   Scout being the fool and lightweight he is, had a little too much to drink, disappeared from the group for a short while before returning in one of Spy’s white dress shirts. Oh, he’d definitely regret that later. But the situation was in need for it. 

It’d be worth it, Jeremy thought.  ( It really wouldn’t... )

   It was halfway buttoned up, lazily tucked in his pants and he ruffled his own hair, making it a bit more messy as if it wasn’t already. He was lucky because he didn’t even need to change the music, the song in mind started playing just as he walked in and he climbed up on the nearest table and started to sing along. Really making a show out of it.

   “Well, she's all you'd ever want      She's the kind I like to flaunt and take to dinner!But she always knows her placeShe's got style, she's got grace, she's a winner!      She's a lady ––   Oh, whoa, whoa, she's a lady!”

   He actually managed through the whole song, without messing up the lyrics once. The Wanna-Be-Tom-moves, however... It was fine. Don’t think too much about it. At the end of his ridiculous show, he fell off the table, ending up on the floor in a laughing mess beside their team’s Sniper.

   “HOOOOOW was That, Mate? Ya, ya think I.. think I picked the wrooonng job? I could’a been a––” Was that a hiccup? “A STAR!  Jusssst picture that, Me and Jones up there on the, on the stage...  You’d be me number one Fan, right? My head hurts really bad, Snipes.. I think I hit it..   Wait..  the pain is gone.. We’re good.”

[portraitsandpotions]

💧

💧- Go skinny dipping with my muse

Najana smiled over her shoulder at Maxine as she dropped her robe, baring her body to the warm air. “Well, no need to jusssst sssstand there...come on. Or do I have to drag you in?” 

[mitruhmsterben-blog]

Quick Ref Sheet || Mun and Muse Edition!

Tagged by: @funkenspringer

Muse:

Name: Balderich von Adler. Nickname: The Eagle, along with many, many other bird jokes. His surname and familial aesthetic are entirely to blame for this. Zodiac Sign: Cancer. Gender: Male. Favourite Color: Gold, blue, and warm earth tones. (He’s very particular about what shade of blue, though.) Average Hours of Sleep: The widely-advised 8 hours, although he’s been known to wake up long before he actually hits the proper number. He doesn’t need much sleep, or at least that’s what he’s convinced himself; he’s always up early, though, whether he likes it or not. Last Thing You Googled: // Height: 6′8″ / 203.2cm

Mun:

Name: Kaiser. Nickname: there’s a lot of these so honestly jusssst. pick something Zodiac Sign: Aries. Gender: Male. Favourite Color: Teal! Average Hours of Sleep: like 5-8 hfhsdjh. sometimes less, sometimes more b/c what the hell’s a sleep schedule Last Thing You Googled: ....i had a lot of questions about waffle house okay Height: 5′2″ / 157.4cm and ready to fight about it

Tagging: SHRUGS. if you wanna do it go on ahead ˙◁˙

[nightmare-fantasia]

"Have you been drinking?" [Mal]

Send "Have you been drinking?" For a thread where my Muse is incredibly drunk

{Accepting ^>^}

    “Maayybe jusssst a little... Want to know what? I think that Zeus is an arrogant prick. Sometimes calling himself the personification of justice. Yeah right. He has done so many terrible things. He would be in jail if he were a mortal. Yeah. Zeus in a prison. I would love to see that. And I would laugh until my throat was dry.” 

   It was clear that Malekai had had one too many drinks. This is a state not many people see him in. Then again, he hardly ever drank, to begin with. Mainly because he did tend to go overboard when he did.

[portraitsandpotions]

⅌ - Drop a kitten on my muses lap!

Oh my...why thank you, Vienna. Thisss issss...jusssst what I needed.