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A little heads up:

Any replies I owe, they're all coming tomorrow. Sorry for the wait and delay, been a bit busy with irl stuff.

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Just a quick heads up from your friendly roleplayer, Tyler:

If you're solely using Artificial intelligence for writing replies for our roleplays, please don't feel the need to interact with me any further. I've been writing since around 2016 and I know a lot of other people got more experience than me but what I'm trying to say is, what's the meaning of roleplaying if you can't exactly use your own words to describe the character you write?

Subtle use of AI for grammatical errors or asking help for a certain scenario you're stuck in is fine by me because we all need help at some point. Books, Documents, Websites, what not? But creativity is what matters when you're writing, when you're interacting with someone who actually is putting in effort to write the replies by thinking, otherwise a complete copy paste of AI generated content as a reply is nothing but a pure disrespect towards your writing partner. Plus, it also shows you indeed failed to understand the character you're writing, otherwise you won't need AI to write and describe their actions.

That's all about it for this post, thanks for tuning in folks. Tyler out!

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More new muses to be added to my carrd soon along with more new fandoms. Stay tuned to meet 'em all.

Meanwhile, asks and interactions are open for every other existing muses. (JJBA muses are on semi-hiatus, except Dio and Risotto.)

Thanks for tuning in, Tyler out!

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AGENTS OF SHIELD, 1x01-1x02

starters from episodes 1 & 2 of season 1 of the show agents of shield.

“the world is full of wonders.”

“you and me, what are we?”

“there are no more shadows for you to hide in.”

“a welcoming committee? not my speed.”

“i saw you! you’re a hero!”

“with great power, comes… a ton of weird crap that you are not prepared to deal with.”

“i’m not going back in the field.”

“so, are you excited to be coming on our journey into mystery?”

“billions of dollars of equipment at your disposal and i beat you with a laptop that i won in a bet?”

“if you’re gonna be in the field, you’re gonna have to get your hands dirty.”

“people keep secrets for a reason, (name).”

“these are people, (name). not parts you replace when they break.”

“i know what’s right, i do… but no one will listen to me.”

“it’s like magic. but it’s science.”

“what is this nonsense? why are you making nonsense?”

“nobody’s nobody, (name).”

“only take the shot if you have to.”

“i’m not like that other guy. i’m… it matters who i am, inside. if i’m a good person, if i’m strong.”

“i have a clear shot. do you copy?”

“that’s a lie! all you do is lie!”

“you said if we worked hard, if we did right, we’d have a place.”

“you said it was enough to be a person. but there’s better than people. there’s gods. and the rest of us, what are we?”

“they’re giants. we’re what they step on.”

“i could, you know? be a hero.”

“it’s gonna be blue skies from here on out.”

“who else knows about this?”

“if i need a gun, i’ll take one.”

“come, let me show you something.”

“stay close, on my six.”

“stay quiet and keep your head down!”

“wow, congratulations (name), you managed to string three words together in a sentence.”

“i expect a grand tour.”

“usually, one person doesn’t have the solution. but 100 people, with one percent of the solution? that’ll get it done.”

“you and i see the world differently, is all.”

“did you get shot?!”

“i was trained to be the whole solution. to eliminate variables.”

“the last thing i want to do is relive days gone by.”

“we could make a few more memories to add to your collection.”

“we were allies. we had history. when did you decide to throw that away?”

“this is my fault. i should’ve learned kung fu.”

“you stay in your borders, i’ll stay in mine.”

“they don’t care whose colors you wear, they just care who’s in the way.”

“what exactly am i signing up for?”

“don’t talk to me about authority.”

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❝ Perhaps Hidan's next time then. I can assure he'd like your so called chaotic art. ❞ The reply came in a low and even voice, no sense of sarcasm laced with it in the slightest while he suggested a new location if they were to indulge themselves into such chaotic experiments again. All the while, Itachi's gaze remained unphased, crimson hues fixated on the soot-covered riceball, hands holding it as if it was some sort of delicate art piece itself.

Setting down the riceball gently on the now destroyed counter, his gaze shifted to look at the blonde male. Crimson hues unreadable just like the rest of his facial expression which was enshrouded in nothing but a stern look while he stood there motionless. ❝Answer me something, Deidara... if you truly valued your art then are you in need of constant validation for it? ❞ Ofcourse that's what he asked after the entire phenomenon. It wasn't just an experiment to see how much his clay models can endure but also the curiosity to understand why Deidara always wanted others to appreciate his art when he already appreciated it himself and found happiness in it.

What started as a fun and chaotic experiment now has turned into a matter of seriousness and curiosity for the Uchiha. As a kid, he was validated, praised even for his ability to quickly adapt and learn, for joining anbu at such an young age but not once did he ever seek for it himself unlike his brother and he saw a little piece of that exact pursuit for validation which had him curious. A hope he might find an answer for it and hence, his question.

"That's it? That all you got?"

Deidara froze, all excitement draining out of him like the broken water pipe and his happy expression curdled, blue eyes narrowed, and lips pulling into a grim line.

Of course. Of course, Itachi would shit all over his art. Just like he always did, just like everyone did! And when he asked for it! Was he not entertained!? Obviously not.

"You always do this..." Deidara uttered, low and bitter, as he glared at the Uchiha's dumb, stoic face. He clinched his jaw, near grinding his teeth into dust. But was Itachi phased? No.

Instead, the Uchiha stepped past him and the aftermath of true art to pick up the soot-stained riceball while moaning about making it inedible! Deidara was glad it was too nasty to eat now!

"Oh, I'm so sorry, hn!" Deidara snapped very sarcastically. "You don’t get it! You don’t get art. You look at an explosion and all you see is a tactical failure or an act of terrorism, but that’s not what it is!" He pointed at the broken, smouldering wall. "It was a fleeting moment of truth! Of chaos and clarity! And all you saw was a dumb riceball, hn!" Why was he wasting his breath? Itachi wouldn't understand; he would never understand. Or care.

He then turned and stormed out of the room, bare feet crunching on bits of broken tile, caring none if he lacerated them. He just wanted out of here and away from Itachi. And not because Kakuzu may come looking for him and slaughter him like Itachi said! Ok, maybe a little bit.

However, he paused in the doorframe and turned back over his shoulder, blonde hair whipping as he jabbed a finger in Itachi's direction. "And no. I’m not blowing up my own damn bedroom, hn!" He slept there! He created art there! He did... other things, too. But he wasn't going to explode his own bedroom in the name of art. And not to try and impress a stuck-up Uchiha bastard!

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❝ everyone’s a little bit broken. but it’s okay. broken things can be pretty too. that’s how mosaics are made. ❞ ( hime to vincent)

Vincent's gaze shifted under the strands of hair which shrouded his features, crimson hues now staring directly at the woman while he stood there at a corner, leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he listened. Her words indeed intrigue him, enough to catch his attention. A take on the broken aspect of a man he never heard before or barely even thought enough to analyse it in such way.

❝Interesting way to interpret ones flaws and failures. I got nothing on this certain opinion of yours but it seems damage can indeed hold beauty if it's observed by someone as optimistic as yourself.❞ His voice was low, soft even. Usually his replies would comprise of a single word or a single sentence at the most but it was hard to compliment or rather comment on her views with such less amount of words.

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❝ at least, no one can touch my soul. that’s mine. that will always be mine. ❞ ( from hime to dio uwu)

The blonde male was rather amused by the wise touching words of the woman. Soul was but meant to be broken as per his ideologies, its a part of spirit and once that's damaged, people are bound to bow down. ❝And what assures you of these words you speak?❞

Dio's amusement was now taking form of curiosity, he has never met someone who wasn't from the world of the living before. He was a vampire himself indeed but someone from Soul Society, that was indeed rather fascinating for him. ❝ Souls are can be bent and broken... For I, Dio, have witnessed such firsthand after years of existence and here you stand, speaking of your soul as if it's a treasure.❞

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Even though my JoJo's Bizarre Adventure muses continues to be on semi-hiatus, Dio Brando and Risotto Nero are available for now besides the other muses that are listed on my Carrd.

Thanks for tuning in, looking forward to more interactions.

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❝ i’m not kind because i expect anything from it. i do it because i like how it feels. because people have not generally been kind to me and i don’t want to be that sort of person to someone else. ❞ ( hime to cloud)

The blonde male remained silent for a moment. He wasn't the type to engage in conversations, let alone something such deep even. Kindness, he has only ever gotten it from a few, namely Aerith. Tifa was kind, possibly the entire Avalanche team was when he got to know them and became a permanent part of the team.

❝ Yeah... right. ❞ Cloud paused, hard for him to find words and indulge himself into a conversation when he was but a man of few words which were only spoken when it truly meant purpose. ❝But I doubt it'll get you anywhere... Do what you want, but don't expect everyone to understand it. ❞ His words came out cold and distant even, almost a hint of reluctance in opening up enough to appreciate it the true kindness as it was still somewhat foreign to him.

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“ you really expect me to believe a word you’re saying. now? after everything you’ve done. ” ( hime to Aizen :3)

❝ I never asked anyone to believe, they believed me out of their own naivety. Now don't go around blaming me for that, Orihime.❞ Aizen stated, his back turned to her, his voice low and even yet laced with a hint of cruel smugness.

❝ I simply ever used you all as pawns in my grand schemes while you people received yourself. Whose fault was that? I doubt, this little old me had to do anything to do with it. I wasn't even using Kyōka Suigetsu; just a pair of glasses and a different haitstyle. ❞ He turned to face her this time, his hands clasped behind his back, the smirk now turned into a faint imperceptible smile while his eyes glinted with pure amusement.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts from the film the hobbit : the desolation of smaug . adjust phrasing as necessary . )

this is no chance meeting , is it , [ name ] ?

take back your homeland .

what if i were to help you reclaim it ?

that's not the worst of it .

we have another problem .

what did i tell you ? quiet as a mouse .

will you just listen ? i'm trying to tell you there's something else out there .

the bear is unpredictable , the man can be reasoned with .

come away from there , it's not natural . none of it .

it's obvious , he's under some dark spell .

you'll be safe here tonight ... i hope .

we grow in number , we grow in strength .

death will come to all .

there are others like you ?

you're running out of time .

a darkness lies upon that forest .

i would not venture there except in great need .

go now while you have the light .

this forest feels ... sick . as if a disease lies upon it .

something moves in the shadows unseen , hidden from our sight .

if our enemy has returned , we must know .

i would not do this unless i had to .

you've changed , [ name ] .

you must stay on the path . do not leave it . if you do , you'll never find it again .

is there no end to this accursed forest ?

we're going around in circles , we are lost .

the sun . we have to find the sun .

we're being watched .

they're growing bolder .

not just a thief , but a liar as well .

i myself suspect a more prosaic motive .

i have seen how you treat your friends .

you turned away from the suffering of my people .

a hundred years is a mere blink in the life of an elf . i'm patient . i can wait .

did he offer you a deal ?

shh ! there are guards nearby .

you were supposed to be leading us out , not further back in !

are you mad ? they'll find us .

please . please , you must trust me .

this is not a nice place to meet .

why now , [ name ] ? i don't understand .

a human sorcerer could not summon such evil .

in our blindness , the enemy has returned .

the enemy is preparing for war .

i started this . i cannot forsake them , they are in grave danger .

you want me to cast my friends aside ?

i think we've outrun the orcs .

we've no weapons to defend ourselves .

do it again , and you're dead .

what makes you think i would help you ?

no doubt you have some hungry mouths to feed .

oh , come on - enough of the niceties .

i would like to know who you are . and what you're doing in these lands .

we need food , supplies ... weapons . can you help us ?

i'd wager there are ways to enter that town unseen .

for that , you'd need a smuggler .

there was more he could have told us .

i don't care what he calls himself , i don't like him .

we don't have to like him , we just have to pay him .

i've been bled dry by this adventure ! and what have i seen for my investment ?

if you value your freedom , you'll do as i say .

folk in this town are suffering .

you'd do well to remember ; we know where you live .

it's a small town , [ name ] , everyone knows where everyone lives .

who would have the nerve to question my authority ?

you promised us weapons .

death ! that is what you'll bring upon us .

have you forgotten what happened to [ name / location ] ?

let us not be so quick to lay blame .

join us when you're healed .

[ name ] , you belong with the company .

i belong with my brother .

we have no time to wait , we're on our own .

the evil that is hidden here ... i command it reveal itself .

you have keen eyes , [ name ] .

let all those who doubted us rue this day !

i know these walls ... these halls , this stone .

i do not know what you'll find down there .

it never ceases to amaze me . the courage of hobbits .

if there is in fact a live dragon down there , don't waken it .

come , now ... don't be shy . step into the light .

there is something about you , something you carry .

there you are , thief in the shadows .

i did not come to steal from you .

do you think flattery will keep you alive ?

what else do you claim to be ?

truly , you are mistaken .

you have nice manners , for a thief and a liar .

i know the smell and taste of dwarf .

they are drawn to treasure like flies to dead flesh .

did you think i did not know this day would come ?

you should leave us .

and go where ? there is nowhere to go .

the dragon , it's going to kill us .

i kill where i wish , when i wish .

my armor is iron , no blade can pierce me .

i need you to distract the guards .

time to do what , to get killed ?

yes , i'm afraid . i'm afraid for you .

you're not yourself .

the darkness is coming ... it will spread to every corner of the land .

you were only ever a means to an end .

i will not part with a single coin . not one piece of it .

your reputation precedes you .

you have no equal on this earth .

i think our little game ends here .

so tell me , thief ... how do you choose to die ?

we've given him the slip .

there may be a way out .

it's our only chance , we have to try .

i've heard tales of the wonders of elvish medicine .

that was a privilege to witness .

i will not die like this . cowering . gasping for breath .

if this is to end in fire , then we will all burn together .

perhaps it is time i paid them a visit .

this isn't their fault !

you care about them , do you ? good . then you can watch them die .

i am taking back what you stole .

you will take nothing from me .

i laid low your warriors of old . i instilled terror in the hearts of men .

this is not your kingdom . these are dwarf lands .

revenge ? revenge ?! i will show you revenge !

i am fire . i am death .

what have we done ?

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❝I relate... I've had my fair share of failures and losses... ❞ Kakashi's words were wrapped in guilt and remorse, his gaze lowering to the ground while he recounted his own failures in the back of his head. Obito, Rin, how could he forget? Even if not a scar, the Sharingan eye he had was a constant reminder for him about a broken promise, a feeling of guilt which made him wish he were dead instead of those who passed away.

❝ If we don't cherish what built us, then what better way's there to live? ❞ Kakashi inquired after shaking away the thoughts from his head from the time being. ❝ I used to think the same as you at some point... Scars being something to be proud of because they proves your hardships... Now it feels a tally for past failures but accepting them and moving is what made us who we are today.❞

Renji's thoughts, words, it all resonated well with Kakashi's own. Walking around the man, Kakashi placed a hand on Renji's shoulder to give him a pat accompanied by a subtle nod, a very rare gesture for him to display. ❝The kid I mentioned, even if we're not as bright-eyed as him, we clearly still haven't lost our worth. Even if it hurts, we stayed honest to it and kept moving, that's what matters, Renji.❞

Renji chuckles. "I'm not a kid no more. Maybe when I was younger, and was a lot more naive and bright eyed about the world, I coulda faced it on headstrong - like the kid yer mentioning."

By no means was he old, per se. But gone were the years of naivety, and believing that he was fighting for a just cause. He was just another cog in the machine, a soldier, trained to fight. Not for a just cause, but for a cause that their government believed to be right - and not necessarily one that he agreed with.

"I know that. Deep down I value and cherish my scars." He sighed, rubbing his neck, a nervous tic that he had developed a long time ago. "It's a part of who I am. But they're just. So ugly. They remind me of my failures. Remind me of people who I've lost along the way and sometimes it's just overwhelming. You know?"

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Itachi watched the phenomenon, he watched how the clay bird bubbled up before the violent explosion occured. Nonetheless, he remained unphased, not a single scratch on him nor his cloak. Why? He used Susano'o to protect himself. The aftermath of their little experiment was indeed an art which was absolutely going to leave a mark, atleast for the time being. But despite it all, there was an unimpressed look on Itachi's features and then came the words which finally broke the silence and sort of interrupted the blonde male's manic excitement, ❝ That's it? That all you got? ❞ Itachi inquired in a dry and flat voice before heaving a soft exhale.

The explosion would look impressive in the eyes of someone as crazy as Hidan perhaps, but in Itachi's eyes it was nothing but pure terrorism. Might even be the grandest kitchen fire to occur in the history of kitchen fires. The nearby cabinet which was still burning as an aftermath now had it's door dropping to the floor, charred black and covered in ash while they still observed how the entire place has burnt down and turned into a burning mess. All this till the red-eyed male lifted a finger at Deidara once he has turned around to put a stop to blonde male's constant leaps.

❝ Now that I've seen the true extent of your art, I'd advice you to go into hiding for a while if you don't wish for Kakuzu to slaughter you and turn in your body for some bounty payment that's cover the repair cost of the kitchen. ❞ Itachi stated, his gaze shifting ever so slightly to take a glance at Deidara. ❝ Next time, we try this in your room. Better place for preserving your wonderful art. ❞

Stepping over a cracked tile which was still hissing with heat, Itachi made his way to the other side of the destroyed countered so as to retrieve a soot-covered Kombu Onigiri which somehow survived the blast. ❝ A shame that your art is also responsible for making my last riceball inedible. ❞ The male's voice sounded like as if he felt some sort of guilt for the riceball itself now that he found out it was caught in their little experiment.

As soon as Itachi set the timer and the microwave beeped to life, Deidara instinctively began backing away. His eyes flicked from the clay bird to the Uchiha, then back again, as if suddenly regretting every artistic decision he’d ever made. Only because he knew what was going to happen, and didn't like being in the ground zero. So, he positioned himself behind Itachi, using the Uchiha as a human shield. He stood on his toes to peek over Itachi's shoulder at the microwave.

Inside, the clay bird started to bubble and then swell up like a balloon. And then--

BOOM!

The microwave blew apart in an instant, its door rocketing across the room like a missile and embedding itself in the wall with a violent thunk. The kitchen wall was blown to pieces, sending tiles, plaster, and even part of the ceiling crumbling downward in a smoking mess. Dust blasted out. The counter was obliterated. A nearby cabinet caught fire. It was pure and utter chaos. And Deidara loved it.

"Yes!" Deidara hollered, voice breaking into manic laughter as he leaned out from behind Itachi, one hand gripping the Uchiha's cloak for balance as he leapt up and down. "That’s what I meant! That’s what I meant, hn!"

He stumbled forward, waving an arm toward the smoldering ruin that had once been the counter. The tiles still hissed with heat, and a pipe had burst, showering everything with a sad drizzle. If Kakuzu was going to be steamed about the kitchen being blown up, then he was going to have a heart attack getting the water bill this month.

"Did you see that?!" His blue eyes were practically gleaming as he whirled around Itachi now like a tornado, full of chaotic pride. He knew what to expect, that the outcome had been a million times better in person. And he didn't die! So, win-win.

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"You know, for someone who says they don't want to be a hero, you sure end up being one a lot." (from my Itachi to Kakashi!)

It wasn't the first time Kakashi heard such comment about himself, he never wanted to secure the spotlight for himself but somehow it always found its way towards him, one way or another. ❝ Unfortunately, it seems to be so... even though I never seeked the title. I just do what needs to be done... ❞

Hero, maybe he was in the books of several. The legendary copy ninja who mastered a thousand jutsu but despite that, somewhere in his own heart he could never accept the title of the hero himself. His past still haunted him. Not a day went by without him thinking how he was the one responsible for Rin's death, how he failed the word he gave to Obito but here he was, still alive, chased by fame which he deemed himself to be undeserving of.

❝ I think we both know heroism requires it's unspoken sacrifices... Making the hardest choices and living with the consequences, under a mask...❞ His gaze shifted to look at the blue sky above, a soft exhale escaping his lips under the mask In accompaniment with his words which reflected the melancholic state of his heart.

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❝I'll deal with any destructive results which may follow our little experiment.❞ Itachi paused, his gaze shifting to take a glance at the little clay bird which now sat atop the microwave plate. Unlike Deidara, he didn't feel much emotions towards it or how it might've even felt for being treated as a mere guinea pig in the name of art. ❝ This better be an impressive piece of "art". ❞

His words lingered in the air like a silent warning while he closed the door and the set the timer. The faint beep breaking the silence for a split second before letting it fall again, adding more to the anticipation of the aftermath which hung heavy in the atmosphere around them. As calm as it is before a major catastrophe even.

Despite the growing tension and the anticipation, Itachi remained calm, crimson eyes not blinking even once as he awaited the result of what he seeked,❝ I want to know if your art truly has a meaning beyond an explosion. ❞ This indeed was quite an unusual behaviour and curiosity for a man who reveled in silence and calmness majority of his time. Even the look in his eyes screamed psychotic intentions despite the fact he stood there, dead calm and serious.

Deidara gawked at him. "You're serious, hn?"

And Itachi was. That much was clear. The bastard wasn’t even smirking. Just standing there like some unholy priest of minimalist judgment, holding open the microwave door like it was the gates of a sacrificial altar.

Deidara’s mouth closed, then opened again with a faint clicking of teeth. "Unbelievable." He turned and walked out. He wasn't leaving, though, oh no.

Moments later, he was back, with pants on (yes, he'd been having this entire conversation with Itachi in just his boxers and fishnet), and his clay pouch, fingers digging into the moist clay within. His palmmouth worked automatically, and in seconds, a small bird took form, wings curled close to its sides like a nesting dove. Beautiful.

"If this thing vapourizes the entire counter and Kakuzu is out for blood, I'm dragging you down with me, hn." Still, he stepped forward.

He gently placed the clay bird on the microwave plate. Its tiny beak pointed upward, as if questioning its maker why he had forsaken it. It was making Deidara feel guilty. But, it was all in the name of art! If this Uchiha wanted to witness true art, he'd give him true art!

Then, stepping back, he crossed his arms. "...You better not blink," He uttered, waiting for Itachi to close the door and start the microwave. "Because this, hn? This is art!"

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❛ is it that i can’t be here, or that i’m not allowed to be here? ❜

Kakashi paused reading his book and looked up, a single blink followed by the sound of the book being closed. ❝ Sai... Was it?❞ Kakashi inquired so as to confirm if he remembered the boy right. He heard of him from Yamato and had even met him once when at the hospital even though their meeting indeed was rather short and uneventful.

❝If you're worried about being a stand-in... let me assure you, that's not just your true purpose as a part of cell seven.❞ The copy ninja assured, his voice flat as ever despite the honesty in his affirmation. ❝But I do wonder if your question is truly about a confirmation of whether you're allowed or if it has a deeper purpose such as a sense of belonging.❞ Kakashi knew about the troubles Sai faced when trying to become one with the Cell Seven even though he wasn't actively leading them for the time being and hence, his thoughts about what he wonders.

❝Intent is important if you truly seek to know if you're allowed. If your intent aligns with the rest of us, then you can rest assured you've got nothing to worry for.❞ Kakashi confirmed, his eyes curving into a faint smile behind his mask. ❝ The fact if you're allowed won't come written on a permission slip. Your intent and actions earn it and as far as I know, you're doing a good job at it, Sai.❞