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Ayyy

I’ve come back from the dead for a little visit. Not sure if I’m gonna get back into RPing just yet but for anyone who cares, yoooo!

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my esteemed rival,

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Soft 👏 female 👏 muses 👏 are 👏 valid. 👏 Female muses who love to wear pretty things and dream about love. Female muses who dance, sing, and enjoy the arts. Female muses who fight in battle and cry over the loss of friends. Female muses who break down from holding life together. Female muses who sometimes crumble under the weight of the world on their shoulders. Female muses don’t have to be hard and fierce and invisible in order to be strong. Soft female muses are not weak.

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Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?

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Starters (Dealing with Mental Illness)

“I know that it’s not real, I just…it’s real to me, sometimes.”

“I don’t mean to…I’m sorry.”

“I don’t do it on purpose!”

“Why are you blaming me for something I can’t control?!”

“I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe–“

“My chest hurts, it feels like I’m going to choke.”

“Please just make them go away!”

“I hear it, okay? I can fucking hear it.”

“You can’t tell me it’s not there when I can see it! I can fucking see it!”

“I’m just…really tired.”

“I’m not sleeping, I…I can’t sleep, anymore.”

“I don’t think I’m alone.���

“They tell me to do things, they say all of these things to me and I don’t know what to do.”

“I don’t know which voice is my own anymore.”

“I hurt myself.”

“I…I need to go to the hospital.”

“No! I’m not going fucking anywhere!”

“I don’t want to take all of these pills, I don’t want to be on all these drugs anymore!”

“I’m tired of going to so many doctors.”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“It hurts…”

“I’m just so fucking scared. I’m scared of this, of myself, of everything.”

“I don’t know which one is the real me, anymore.”

“I feel strange…”

“I can’t focus on anything, I feel like I’m not even real.”

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Starters (Helping with Mental Illness)

“Hey, look at me. It’s not real. There isn’t anything there.”

“It’s okay! Nothing is in here, nothing!”

“Describe what you see to me.”

“Ssh, I don’t hear anything. We’re alone.”

“I don’t know how to make something that I can’t see go away!”

“Here, squeeze my hand. You can hold onto me. I’m real, I’m not going anywhere.”

“We’re going to play a game. Focus on yourself and the things around you. Focus on what’s real, and count. There is one book, there are two chairs. You have two arms, you have two legs. Okay? Keep counting and focusing on the things around you.”

“Take a deep breath in, that’s it, now let it out. Come on, you can do it again. Just breathe.”

“Can you hear me?”

“Sometimes, I can’t even recognize you.”

“Who are you, anymore?”

“Why are you shaking so much?”

“Hey, hey! You’re okay, you’re safe here! Please calm down, you have to breathe.”

“Here, I made you something to eat. I know you’re never hungry, but…”

“Have you had anything to drink or eat today?”

“Did you take your medicine today?”

“How did you sleep?”

“What did you do to yourself?”

“Let me see…please?”

“Here, I’ll clean and bandage it. Alright? Will you let me?”

“Why do you do this to yourself?”

“Stop, stop it! You’re hurting yourself!”

“I’ll leave the light on, okay? Look, it’s not dark.”

“I’ll stay right here. You’re not alone, okay? I’m here.”

“Hey, anxiety’s a bitch, right? I’ll go with you!”

“Hey, I’m proud of you. You did great.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“You’re not broken.”

“Wake up! It’s just a bad dream!”

“You don’t have to be afraid.”

“Come on, we need to go the hospital. You’ll be safe there.”

“Please…talk to me.”

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I might consider posting random crossover fic prompts I think of, that I might consider roleplaying. I dunno right now. 

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Hey

Sorry I’ve been on an unannounced hiatus. Just lost motivation to roleplay/write for the most part for now. Things have been a little weird too. I’ll try to get back into the swing of things. For anyone waiting on me, I’m sorry. I’ll reply when I’m feeling it. I hope you understand.

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Adding onto my headcanons for Bit

- Her human name would be Bailey

- She'd also be pretty smart

That's all for now folks

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If we are ever writing or plotting a ship

And you start to feel uncomfortable, not see chemistry, or want to take it in a different direction.

Please speak up.

I want my shipping partners to feel as invested and enthusiastic about our ships as I do. It’s not any fun if we’re not both all-in with it. 

Shipping is not a deal-breaker for me. I’d much rather have interactions between our muses be satisfying and enjoyable for both of us to write. No matter the dynamic they share (romantic, platonic, enemies, etc.)

Please. Talk to me if you ever don’t feel it. I value honesty. And I’ll never be mad at you for feeling differently than I do about something.

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@deviated-detective

Your secret is out Mirabelle. I know you have feelings for it. Perhaps delivering a piece of you to him will cease his investigation. - SK

Mira clutched the note in her hand, rereading the words. She shuddered; it was them, it had to be. The killer who had been on the news. She locked the doors of the office building and took a seat in the waiting room, trying to calm down. She couldn't drive like this, and it felt too intimidating just to walk a few feet to her car- what if they were here? What if they saw her?

Connor.

She breathed in and out at a measured pace. She'd calm down a bit, call Connor, and everything would be fine. With one last shuddering breath, she pulled out her phone, getting to her feet and walking to her personal office to hide away for good measure. As she sat behind her desk, she looked towards the window, blinds closed, trying not to imagine her next potential murderer waiting outside for her.

"Connor," she began once the phone finished dialing. At least her voice was steady. "I'm at the office and, well, could you please come over? I know you have to work but I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important... please, if you can, come here."

Her free hand rested on her lap, nails digging into her palm. Her network was next on her list to contact. She had already been pressing them for more information recently, but now the killer had gotten way too close for comfort.

She hoped she would live long enough to speak with the others.

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Headcanons for Bit!

Just some HCs I thought of for my little A.I. character, Bit

If Kamski gave her a body:

- I'd like to think that he'd make a custom one for her, but I also feel like he'd give her a Chloe body to inhabit

- She would def be a little miffed if the latter was the case since she wouldn't look completely like her old self.

- But at least she has her yellow eyes, she could have longer hair, and her original voice carried over.

- "Well, I can work with this. It's hard to replicate perfection anyway." *laughs*

Also:

- "I'm not so small anymore but at least I'm still cute."

Anyway:

- She has her own body

- Someone stop this android before she overheats

- She wants to touch stuff. Fur, plants, water, fabric, etc. She never got to physically feel stuff until now.

- Sumo? WHOA. BIG SOFT DOGGIE *PETTING INTENSIFIES*

- (Soft is her favorite texture)

- She wants to pet all the animals

- She will even chase cats and birds

- Basically, she loves animals. Anything she can cuddle with especially (including plushies). But she's also particular of birds too. They're among her favorite animals.

- It's raining? You bet your ass she's outside running around in it.

- Snow? Bit please stop rolling around in the snow, your body can only withstand this temperature for so long-

- She'll get used to things and relax eventually. She's just been wanting to experience the real world for so long that she needs to get it out of her system.

Regarding her official name:

- A.S.O.P. (Advanced Security Override Protocol)

- A piece of her code exists in the RK model series, allowing them to convert other androids into deviants

- Undecided if the RK900 series has this piece of code (if any RK900 player is interested, we can talk about it)

- She can convert androids as well

And more:

- Canon "sister" of @deviated-detective / @ruthlessnessisyourdesire

- I think in a human au, she would be Connor's adopted sister. As for a human name, I haven't decided as of now (Bianca? Bridgette? Baylee/Bailey? Blaire? Ally? Idk)

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Got some ideas, maybe I'll message some people later. At some point.

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Mira barely stopped herself from jerking back when he rubbed her knuckles. Her hand did twitch slightly, however. She wasn't exactly a fan of touch beyond handshakes- not that he knew. She silently watched him text then redirected her gaze to their dark surroundings, casually searching the brush for her friend. Tension took her when he spoke again; how much was she willing to divulge?

Her throat tightened.

"He-" She stopped, swallowing and considering her words. Slowly, she spoke; "He... hurt me, a long time ago. And afterwards, he tried to murder me." She subconsciously reached her hand up to cover the small scar on her neck. She could remember the feel of the blade pressed against her throat and shivered. Her determined blue eyes locked with his green ones, the anger rising again. "I'm not his only victim, but as far as I know, I'm the only one who got away. I want to stop him from hurting more people. It's not just about revenge." Her hand dropped and she crossed her arms.

Mira looked away again, watching the darkness with unease. "I don't want to be paranoid, but of all places for a criminal on the run to end up... in another city, another state, where the one who got away just happens to reside..." She breathed in deeply and exhaled sharply. "I don't understand how he has evaded the police for so long. And now, I just have this feeling that... he's come to finish the job. If that's the case, I also don't understand how the hell he found me."

Mirabelle closed her eyes for a few moments, trying to calm herself. When she opened them again, she leaned against the lamp, a frown in place as her eyes were drawn away from the dark and back to David. "Truthfully, I'm not even entirely sure he's here. An associate of mine said they saw him in the area, and that they recognized him from the news. I trust their word, but I have to be certain."

She sighed. "That's where you come in. Any information about him would be useful." Mira smirked slightly. "I don't know how much that's gonna cost me though."

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It's Labor Day and I gotta work, have fun y'all

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Mirabelle gave a slight smile in return. He was polite- for a thug. She wouldn't let her guard down though. With a moment's hesitance, she reached out her hand to shake. "I'm Mira," she decided it would be safe enough to give half of her name at least. It was better to be polite, keep him appeased. "As for what I need..."

Well, one was not to be murdered (or any other variety of terrible things that could happen). At least she had back up; she kept herself from scanning her surroundings for her.

"Just a piece of information." She reached into her coat pocket and withdrew some folded bills. "Jason Denner. I need to know where he is." She eyed the money in hand; hopefully it was enough. "I thought five hundred dollars might suffice for a little bit of intel." Mira looked him in the eyes, fear temporarily forgotten. She was determined to get what she wanted and if she had to pay more- so be it.

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Reblog if it's okay for me to send you a starter in your ask, even if we haven't met.