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imherebecauseyourehere replied to your post:  How about here, is this...    

   //nothing suspicious going on here im glad to see; nope no cults or anything of the sort; just a good snake and his Roadhog besties   

           DID U KNOW THAT PLANETS ARE RIGHT 100% OF THE TIME AND GENOCIDE LISTENING IS ALWAYS AN OPTION?

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🚀—“Jｏｉｎ ｗｉｔｈ ｙｅｓｔｅｒｄａｙ'ｓ ｆｏｅ ｔｏ ｓｍａｓｈ ｆａｔｅ,

                                                    💫 — ａｎｄ ｇｒａｂ ｔｏｍｏｒｒｏｗ'ｓ ｐａｔｈ

                                                                             ｗｉｔｈ ｏｕｒ ｏｗｎ ｈａｎｄｓ!”

    The Beastman’s stride was purposeful, but unhurried, as he crossed through the corridor leading to the deck’s transportational pad. Instantaneous travel from some thirty miles away, to the main Bridge of the Chouginga Daigurren, transpired as if effortless on the ship’s part. Teleporting. Immortality. Space-warping, heaven-piercing arrivals. Time threatened to have less and less of a meaning to him, and Viral found himself taking the long route whenever it was feasible. There were a number of interests that he had invested his idle moments to - simply to keep his mind conscious of what time really was. Perhaps that was why his mind was so receptive to the report of a cryptic message conveyed to his attention the second he stepped foot upon the Bridge.

  『”Captain, we’ve received a transmission.

                    Analytics are still running it, but it looks like… a distress signal. 』

  The blond arched a brow, and angled his frame towards the panel that flickered in front of the designated Captain’s Seat. Dexterous claws sheathed in durable gloves, rained down upon the blinking console. The haunted message was displayed across the primary communications screen. Solemn, and a bit desperate, the distress signal echoed outside of time, like a body exhumed.

  ❝Well done. Press analysis.  Isolate the transmission signature, and identify the method of origin. Tell me how this was broadcasted. Calculate the signal integrity and density of the transmission - approximate for distortion of light-space. I want to know where this came from, and how long ago.

  Rub the languor out of your eyes, people; we may still have the opportunity here to assist.❞

   Viral’s sharp features came to even more angles, as he was reminded just how crucial a grasp upon time could be, when it was for the sake of someone else. A bright, freshly-promoted Communication Officer piped up from an illuminated screen filled with radar feedback, test fields for signal theory, and hailing instruments,

 『 “Sir! We were able to confirm the same signal signature emanating through multiple sectors of light-space, but there’s an anomaly within the difference of the time-progression axis when we attempt to echo-locate the transmission.

��                             How is that even possible? What could it mean?”』

 The Chouginga’s captain stepped over to the officer’s console, and peered into the digital signal registry. A concern-laden scowl fixed to his features as he explained one method they used to hunt some of the mysteries of the Heavens,

   ❝It means that the signal’s origin source doesn’t reverberate when we transmit a response sample through Spiral Waves. Generally, because it doesn’t exist, anymore.

    Spiral Waves are a specially charged wave-signature that can transmit instantly and as flexibly, much like quantum communication. There are times when we come across distress signals or transmission feedback when we travel instantaneously through light-space, because our collective subconscious hosts a connection to the contents.

   To discern where the message came from, and whether it is from the past, present, or future, we respond with Spiral Waves, which helps us trace the source as we track its progress to the original contact.

   …when our Spiral Waves can’t find an origin to collide with and bounce back from, it means the ’original source’ isn’t there anymore.

  And then we know that our message is a ghost story, from the history of something long gone. ❞

 The young officer remained quiet, a weighted look on their face. Viral didn’t have to ask. It was a disheartening prospect - to receive a distress signal sent far from within a galaxy’s history. It had the makings of a melancholy phenomena, but it wasn’t going to stop those of the Chou Dai-Gurren Dan from striving to reach out a hand of aid, nonetheless.  

  One of the analysts working on the transmission stood abruptly, with the results of their hastened investigation.

 『 “Captain, we were unable to isolate the source matter, but we do have an approximated origin field that might hold some relevance! It looks like the Galaxy ARCADA-030 is a fledgling Spiral Galaxy that recently evolved only a few mere thousand years ago.

   There are less than fifty Spiral Cycles to the energy emanating from the Galaxy. From our analysis, it would appear that ARCADA-030 is one of the minuscule galaxies that achieved Spiral Evolution after the Anti-Spiral forces were toppled from this quadrant.

    There is only one solar system, 7874-Athelios-Phy that shows sign of Spiral Life. And that’s not all. The primary life-bearing planet, Agheos, is showing signs of Spiral Reversion.

   The planet is dying…”』

  The Bridge hosted a grim, tense silence, as the data analyst concluded, before another specialist confirmed upon a critical scan of the distant planet’s biointegral condition

 『 “The planet’s core is showing signs of destabilization, Captain Viral. I’m reading a distinct fault in the Spiral Energy fluctuating from the planet’s center; instead of cycling, the energy reaches a plateau and then decreases. Each rotation fails a little further from the center.

                         …it looks a little like Spiral Sickness, Captain. ”』

  ❝Tch! That poison reaches even this far out? How deplorable.❞

  Spiral Sickness… It was something they called the condition of cultivating Anti-Spiral energies, in living beings, and in the worlds they inhabited. When Spiral Life eschewed progress, when it became embittered or covetous, when it turned that otherwise vibrant rotation against itself, a self-destructive stagnation of energies quickly became like the consuming torrents of a hurricane. It ruptured the self, drew other life close, and harmed all that was within reach. In critical excess, it was called the Spiral Nemesis. And such a prospect was one of the Chou Dai-Gurren Dan’s great opponents.

❝Set heading to Agheous. Continue with the effort of contacting leadership on the planet’s surface.

We may be able to decipher some of the archaic message, but of equal importance: we cannot allow the prime host of Spiral Life in the galaxy to fall prey to the Spiral Nemesis.

 That galaxy might otherwise become a home to myriad existences. We can’t turn our backs on that planet’s past, now that its ghosts have beckoned our aid! We can’t deafen our ears to the cries of a world rallying against its death! And we can’t close our eyes to the lights that will someday fill this nascent galaxy, to be lost to might-have-beens!

  THE COURSE IS SET. SPIRAL ENGINES, AHEAD FULL.❞

                                   🐾—ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ,                                           ‘ǝɹǝɥ ǝɹ'noʎ ǝsnɐɔǝb ǝɹǝɥ ɯ'I

                                             ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ɴᴏᴡ!”                                              “!ʍon ɯǝןboɹd ɐ ʇoƃ ǝʌ'noʎ

Get up get up get up - -                  TIME TO MAKE AMENDS FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE;;

The defiant roar of an entire military assimilated into a heap of corroded dust, only to signal uselessly to the sky as it was torn asunder - the world used to be united, so the armies were mostly for show and politics, and their technology was utilized within this skeletal city, once known for its ‘Eternal Spring’.          The beacon(Why?) flashed across the lenses shielding a pale gaze, and his movement was quick(That idiot.), immediate and methodical - an interception to any returning waves, and a hissing vibration that would jam any communication sent to the HEAVENS ABOVE - if the one-horned wonder was answered, he would receive it, instead. And it was, and so, lithe digits worked mid-air to give their gracious saviors a proper greeting in his most polite text, translated by technological advancements into whatever was best comprehended; An apology, made first, for the distress call being sent so suddenly, and for the sorry state they were in, but the derelict message was long since obsolete - there was still a need for assistance, if they would send a very small vessel, preferably with a very small crew, as not to upset the already delicate balance of their deathly ecosystems, then there could be discussion of terms. Coordinates, hopefully transferable to whatever unit was aboard a vessel capable of receiving an ancient wave, would then be transferred.        HEAVEN WAS FLAWED, AND DID NOT REQUIRE SALVATION.

A sigh as soft as a spider’s web, as the rasping heaves of mechanically labored breath wheezed behind him, drops of seafoam cast askance towards the idle forms of hominids donning horrible mask-like contraptions, all peering tiredly at the snake as he performed feats beyond their scope.              

                      “We will not betray her, nor will they, do not worry, we will have them undersstand, her pain, her ssorrow,             and what it meanss to fight for your home.             Sshe will know peace, we will sssee to it.”

There was agitated relief, a few concerns in regards to outsiders, but they were hushed by the sudden clack of a jaw, a fanged protrusion rising as the Lightblood did, from his overtly relaxed reclining, forcing them to take note of the difference in their very biology - they were blessed, to have the very product of those that had caused their world’s downfall on their side, to lead them against the heretics that had cast them into hell and DARED try to live beyond the planet’s wrath.

        SKYPARI, THE WORLD SERPENT - he which heard the agonized whisperings of a dying planet, would allow them to repent and heal that which they had betrayed.

       As he stepped outside to gaze up to the rusted sky, without an apparatus utilized to keep the toxic AMBERWAKE from choking the life from them, they were further silenced into submission -(It was actually because Byune had finally fixed the purifier - his body could, of course, withstand it for a time, but there was no reason to kill potential allies....alas, his men were simple, and explaining took far too long and gave way to doubt.)

                                                                                                     - -Don’t go, it’s a mighty long FALL;;

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How about here, is this PARADISE?         That once auspicious sky is clouded;;

If capable of receiving it, the distress signal would ricochet across the entirety of the planet's surface and beyond, a silent plea blinking idly below the surface of rust-reflecting waves, across hundreds of unattended monitors, before fading back into a productive whirr of unhindered mechanical progress. Botanical reaches, further north, would disregard this electronic blip, and lumbering, dusty horrors creaked back into place almost peacefully. An old recording, from several decades prior  - - -a holographic chart noting the 'Amberwake Crisis', if the file was interacted with even the slightest bit, theorizing the planet's rage at their meddling evolution, before a thunderous crack would fizzle the projection from existence.                                 "Ah - damn, that's real old, no one'd care about that,       even they did get it. It's from a place that doesn't even exist anymore..                             ...ahaha, shoulda thought that one through.." The idle tap of an ivory claw at the base of an eerily lit console, live wiring restrung haphazardly together to jar the machinery to life suddenly losing the will to continue, and the floating azure screen closed in on itself, vanishing into the surrounding ether.         It had been a passing fancy, in a way, to take stock of the living occupants in the area, to see if they had the working technology available to receive a distress beacon, and if so, it would be easier to assess the worth of being down within the looming reaches beyond the eldritch fallen capitol of their world. Immature, more likely, an outburst of sorts - the cry for help from an uncertain child, just to see who might come to their aid... He stood within throwing distance from a large contraption with enormous rotating blades that seemed to pull in the very soul of the sky around them; glistening blues and greens speckled with agitated vermillion being dragged into the center, as clean-smelling air was expelled from openings within the 'stem' of the device, making it appear as a bio-mechanical, luminescent blossom. He did require assistance, after all - if there was anything within the vicinity of the purification system keeping the deadly AMBERWAKE at bay, he could ask them where the hell his current partner for this restoration mission was. ... the third time in a month, that his fellow Lightblooded had vanished admidst a mission.

                                                                                                - - Let’s try shouting one more time,                                                                                               with that voiceyou hid in your pocket ;;

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        Curiosity tainted demeanor, never so wearisome as expected- ARES and ERIS, he breathed discord: inhale and exhale. Flame’s youth contrasted surroundings ( area’s GLOOMY color ), strides a STARK noise amongst silence. Sneakers THUMPING, atmosphere hued with unsettlement: disregarded.

        Twas debarred- impetuous idling within HOMRA’s territory, failure of upholding wrought reigning’s WRATH ( the clansman: shark in the water ), equipped to chasten. Green clan played in entropy, chaotic, present FAR too often nowadays- anonymous TIP granted their location, and ambitious vanguard shot away to CONFRONT; met with…well. 

        Exanimate shell and Behemoth: wolf in sheep’s clothing tall ( crippling undercurrent of DANGER ) blonde. 

                                                “The hell??”

        Yata made himself known ( little vigilance ), advanced to nearness: prepared to examine ( unknown man IGNORED ) the deceased.

                            “Shit, what the fuck happened here??”

Get up get up get up - -                  TIME TO MAKE AMENDS FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE;;

The crackling din of tinder sealed within a minuscule package, heat-seeking peripherals idling momentarily on the RED RED RED signature rippling under sheets of flesh and bone - the snake’s sight may be flawed, but the fire of life was his to glean, and as for sound... the engrossing whispers, a gentle, child-like voice preaching the song of ‘Dreams’, encapsulated in concepts such as ‘Chaos’, ‘Order’, ‘Evolution’... that voice’s origin eluded him, still. Contact made, prior, some EMERALD RAT WITH WINGS daring to assume they could form some sort of connection - conflict leading to his visage being presented as a mark for intel gathering.          (THE HUM OF THE WORLD SERPENT WAS INSANITY,                                    NO COGENT MIND COULD TRACK THE BEAST,

                   AS IT SLOWLY DEVOURED YOUR WORLD.)

Dim hazel reflected the pooling crimson beneath the victim’s still form, the murder weapon now wound tight around his exposed abdomen, appearing as an odd belt, for teeth remained hidden at his back.             

        “We aren’t entirely certain...         He wass like thisss... when we found him.              Mm - apologiess, our.. Japanesse leavess a lot to be dessired.”

Technological advances far beyond this primitive spectrum, he could translate his speech as easily as blowing out a candle, but an accent, thick and foreign, was far more difficult to mask - a substantial height halved as he crouched, a few lithe digits extending as though to check a pulse, before immediately recoiling(LIES) right before he could touch blood.

                              “Are there any authoritiess on thiss?

                                     We cannot call, but you can, yesss?”

                                                                                                     - -Don’t go, it’s a mighty long FALL;;

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Get up get up get up - -                  TIME TO MAKE AMENDS FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE;;

Desperation in the most animalistic sense, as punctured lungs breathed in pump after pump of crimson life - the deceased could not tell him what he wished to know, but it had been a mistake to believe (US) a target to be taken out.         Jaws parted, slithering muscles tightening once in a merciful sendoff, and a holographic (GREEN) helmet faded from an average civillian’s countenance, the limp form crumpling to the ground, and the serpent took hold of ANCIENT technology the young man had been holding, unyielding, as though it could save him.

                                                     “Sssleep.”

Hushed tenors, the hellish echo of a beast’s presence admist gravestones, and he shifted idly through the life he had just extinguished, pictures, applications, (nothing we can use, useless, a USELESS PEON), until - sound? Footsteps? even the slightest, minuscule vibration could alert the snake’s entire being to intruders(a blessing, without the tough hide of his peers).                 Unfortunate, to have to deal with more - - no, he couldn’t be too keen on slaughter, perhaps this was the time for a SILVER TONGUE.

                       “Hello? Iss anyone there?                                We’ve found ssomeone!                                          They’re in bad sshape!”

                                                                                                     - -Don’t go, it’s a mighty long FALL;;

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lonely? develop a god complex.

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“What the fuck?”

@glxtzy

How about here, is this PARADISE?         The one auspicious sky is clouded;;

The eldritch scream of metal against dense wood desperately attempting to hold its shape in the face of an invading monstrosity could have carried across the very horizon, as ebony claws grasped the edge of the banister.        Three hellish maws, all biting down on heated plasma, rearing over the deck, the technological nightmare clicking, spitting and hissing as it flung steaming sea water in every direction.  A single whine, high-pitched and electric, spilled from the middle head, before the beast fell into a heap, every bit of glowing metal receding, shrinking, and disassembling itself into the shape of a young man crouching on one knee, until it was all swallowed completely by a large crystal embedded into an exposed torso.

   He coughed up a bit more of the ocean’s gifts, before finally dragging clawed fingers, not dissimilar to the monster’s, through damp fiery locks, icy cerulean shifting askance only at the sound of an expletive.

                                “Eh, yeah, got tired ah’ swimming,                  there’s so much huge stuff down there, yanno?                                   A-Anyway, sorry about that, can I… get a ride?”

                                                                                              - - Let’s try shouting one more time,                                                                                               with that voice you hid in your pocket ;;

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“Who are you?” // HERE U GO TURTLE I SAW MY CHANCE AND I TOOK IT

@rubldus

How about here, is this PARADISE?         The one auspicious sky is clouded;;

                                                        “Lost, appara-fuckin-ly.”

Rumbling tenors quiet and distant, a gaze devoid of comprehension fixed onto the horizon, above luminescent skyscrapers and bustling life, as the crimson-maned youth idled in vague frustration - this city was the epicenter for the significant energy signal they had picked up just days prior, but pinpointing it was proving to be nigh impossible, despite their supposed superior technology.His appearance wasn’t foreign enough to elicit too much attention, apart from a few concerned glances and tittering, flyby comments about his exposed abdomen, which bothered the reckless beast very little.                A frequency not unlike his malignant sibling’s, that interfered with any and all instruments, was throwing them off completely, and as such, interest was slowly but surely waning, causing a listless wandering to bring him before certain establishment, a cafe or bar, by the looks of it - -      - - - ah, wait, that was a voice, that was someone addressing him, way down there,                                                 shit.The punk before him seemed hostile enough, this was definitely a unique opportunity to greet the locals.

                      “Eh - wha, oh, that ain’t really important, unless y’ just mean a name?                                        I’m not from around here, betcha couldn’t tell, hah!                         Anyway, ya’.. ah.. got a map or somethin’?”                 

                                                                                                 - - Let’s try shouting one more time,                                                                                               with that voice you hid in your pocket ;;

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Some Questions Sentence Starters

“Where are you going?” 

“What are you doing?” 

“Where is __?”

“And where, do you think, are you are going?”

“Who do you think you are?!”

“Who are you?” 

“Who is that?”

“Who did this?”

“Where are my __?” 

“How on earth did you manage to hurt yourself?” 

“How did this happen?” 

“How could you?!”

“What the fuck?”

“There’s nothing between us, is there?”

“How can I fix this?” 

“Do you need a hug?” 

“Is sorry not enough?” 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” 

“It’s over, isn’t it?” 

“How can someone of your size bleed this much?” 

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” 

“Is it supposed to hurt?” 

“How can you go off without me like this?”

“You’re not happy, are you?” 

“Why won’t you listen to me?” 

“How can we stop this?” 

“Can you just shut up?!” 

“Why are you bleeding?!”

“Do you think you can help me?” 

“Can you smile for me?” 

“Why are you so sad?” 

“Are you okay?!’

“What are you?” 

?+ Add your own!

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SHOOTS AT RELIGIOUSLY

@godshunt

Get up get up get up - -                  TIME TO MAKE AMENDS FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE;;

The vacuous rattle of metallic mechanisms, a vivid cacophony of vibration jarring the serpent’s very skin with every minuscule movement - (HOW DARE YOU BELIEVE THAT WE ARE PREY.) being hunted was such an inglorious thing for a SUPERIOR to have to endure, especially when all he had sought was sanctum elsewhere than the earth beneath him.        A silent signal that jammed and distressed all technology within a mile radius of his being, he knew, was also an indication of his presence, though only the vastly skilled or remotely competent would likely dredge the cognitive function that far.     And the snake had VERY little faith in the selection of SCUM that brawled over a derelict outcropping of meaningless trinkets.                 Oh, he was probably lost, probably unwelcome where these… games, were they? were being ‘played’, and yet, the technology available to the proprietors was incapable of keeping (US) at bay.        - - Even before the rounds were fired, the youth was behind the thickest tree he had scouted prior, the warming up of weaponry was as easily gleaned as a passing shower, a deep scowl set against the grievous noise of shattering wood.

                         “We will forgive you once,         fire again and we will sshow jussst how little we appreciate being followed.”

                                                                                                      - -Don’t go, it’s a mighty long FALL;;

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If Jorgmundr eats a bunch of plague, how possible is it that he'll turn into a Mecha Zombie Worm

The genetic enhancements made by the Y-44SR-0strain introduced into the nascence Lightblood children allowed for them to survive the toxic fumes of the deadly Amberwind, even if not perfectly, in turn, it also gives them immunity to most pathogens capable of decimating a biological body.        If a particularly nasty plague enters his system and his specialized microbiome cannot fight it off, his Blodhaldid will microscopically eliminate any hostile takeover, and if overwhelmed beyond a point of repair, his body is more likely to go into a catatonic state than accept undeath, while the mecha desperately attempted to quarantine and kill everything foreign off.

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Does Azeroth speak to Skypari and if so how many lies does Arthas have to tell to keep his new worm son from eating him

Skypari is, unintended by design, very, very sensitive to energy frequencies and vibrations, and the design of his Bloodkept allows him to get very close to the core of a world, meaning any sort of sentient presence within a planet would be able to make contact very easily.       If she spoke, he could hear it, even if it wasn’t directly to him, and it would be very likely he would listen, as he also, at his center, doesn’t want to be wrong or be wronged.         And an entire planet usually isn’t wrong.                      That does, however, mean that the Old Gods, who work in whispers and deceit, would have a VERY strong influence, as Skypari is also very young minded and easily influenced, despite his machinating personality and excessive forward thinking. So about thirty lies.               Convince him he’s the superior in the conflict, convince him he’s creating the correct outcome, and don’t ever let him calculate you at a disadvantage, and he won’t eat his new dad.

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Do either of them have unconscious tics? Nervous habits? Does Skypari hum when he's walking down the street, is Byune prone to wiggling his legs if he's sitting still too long?

Skypari is the worst - a snake’s forked tongue and fangs, he speaks in the royal ‘We’ and elongates each and every ‘S’ like some sort of wannabe naga. The lofty way of addressing himself is less unconscious, but he can’t actually help the snake-speak.              He doesn’t hum, but his Blodhaldid does constantly emit a nearly unreadable frequency that makes him difficult to track even by spiritual standards, so.. i guess Jorgmundr hums?? When pushed to a flustered state, which is as close to ‘nervous’ as anyone could probably get him, Skypari will be prone to hissing and adjusting his glasses like forty times in three minutes.

Byune has a blep habit, his tongue is forked a bit, and a little longer than your average mouth noodle, so if he’s not entirely paying attention, blep, a lil blep, his lil tongue, leading to many ‘dumb lizard’ jokes via an asshole snake.              Nervous habits include foot-tapping, sassy claw-hand gestures and growling!And no, while he never has problems keeping his legs still, he will absolutely, very annoyingly, tap his claws against any available echoing surface if idle or agitated by a situation.

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RANDOM QUESTION ANON! How tall are they? And what zodiac signs would they have?

thank you this is cute af!

Byune is 6′0′‘ tall and has clawed lil toesies under those boots! They’re not from earth, but if they had corresponding constellation signs, he would definitely be a Sagittarius!       He’s outspoken, independent and enjoys his freedom, but has fairly stubborn opinions and does pretty well on his own!

Skypari is 6′3′‘, a long danger noodle. Despite a best guess at Scorpio, this excessive snek actually corresponds to Taurus! While entirely ostentatious, self-indulgent and bordering on megalomania, he is also fiercely protective of that which he deems worthy of care, hosting a genial leadership quality that makes him quite easy to get along with.

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                   [[ INTERACTION CALL FOR BYUNE! ]]

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muse fears

BOLD any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark   ⋆   fire   ⋆   open water   ⋆   deep water   ⋆   freezing  ⋆   being alone   ⋆  crowded spaces   ⋆   confined spaces  ⋆   change   ⋆   failure   ⋆   war   ⋆   loss of control   ⋆   powerlessness  ⋆   prison   ⋆   blood   ⋆   drowning   ⋆   suffocation  ⋆   public speaking   ⋆   natural animals   ⋆   the supernatural   ⋆   heights   ⋆   death   ⋆   dying   ⋆   intimacy  ⋆   rejection  ⋆   abandonment   ⋆   loss   ⋆   the unknown   ⋆   the future  ⋆    not being good enough   ⋆   scary stories   ⋆   speaking to new people   ⋆   poverty   ⋆   loud noises   ⋆   being touched   ⋆   forgetting   ⋆   being forgotten

the dark   ⋆   fire   ⋆   open water   ⋆   deep water   ⋆   freezing  ⋆   being alone   ⋆  crowded spaces   ⋆   confined spaces  ⋆   change   ⋆   failure   ⋆   war   ⋆   loss of control   ⋆   powerlessness  ⋆   prison   ⋆   blood   ⋆   drowning   ⋆   suffocation  ⋆   public speaking   ⋆   natural animals   ⋆   the supernatural   ⋆   heights   ⋆   death   ⋆   dying   ⋆   intimacy  ⋆   rejection  ⋆   abandonment   ⋆   loss   ⋆   the unknown   ⋆   the future  ⋆    not being good enough   ⋆   scary stories   ⋆   speaking to new people   ⋆   poverty   ⋆   loud noises   ⋆   being touched   ⋆   forgetting   ⋆   being forgotten

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