#Calculating🔪Musing

[cybertronian-weapon]

MB-D5S and Fireblade aren't sisters. Heck they don't even exist at the same time 99% of the times.

But if they where. Fireblade would be the younger wild card, Always starting fights and getting in over her head.

While 5S would be the elder calmer sister that would always step in and end the fights. Nothing to much for her to handle in order to protect the other.

[lunaoritur]

me thinking abt brainwashed luna

[bastchosen]

@iobartach sent: ❛   are  you  the  one  that’s  been  watching  me  ? stalking  me  ?  stay  back  or  i  will  rip  your  head  off  ! 🔪❜

Send 🔪 to pick a fight with my muse

The sovereign moves with lethal grace. Each step is calculated with intensity, his feline agility making him seem almost weightless as he leaps from one rooftop to the next. Once he realizes he's been spotted, he no longer tries to hide. His cloak cascades around him as he descends. "Your senses do not betray you, stranger. Your tongue however..." The heart-shaped herb gave him heightened senses, allowing him to see the weaknesses of every individual. But this one? He found quite hard to read.

The wind whispers through the buildings, stirring his cape into a mesmerizing flow, adding to the predator’s menacing presence as he prepares to strike. He wishes he brought his spear. "Why are you in Wakanda, stranger? Are you Anansi? A trickster to bring havoc to my kingdom?" He takes a new stance, low to the ground. "You dare brandish your claws at me? I would advise against that." He unsheathed his own talons, ready to strike at any moment. "Mine are sharper."

[skarletchains]

Reverse!🔪 to walk in on Shal standing over a dead body.

Send 🔪 to walk in on my muse standing over a dead body.

Kurapika stopped dead in his tracks, his hazel eyes scanning the scene with a mix of calculated attention and barely concealed disinterest. Shalnark was there, but Kurapika still couldn't figure out for sure if he was the one to blame for what happened or if he was just passing by.

Kurapika tilted his head slightly, as if assessing the scene, but not because he really cared. Curiosity was an instinctive reaction, a reflex of the strategist who always sought to understand the details. However, deep down, he knew that this wasn't his problem. If it had nothing to do with what happened to his brethens, then it wasn't his problem.

"What did you do?" he finally asked, in a neutral, almost mechanical tone, as if the answer held no real weight for him.

Kurapika watched him for a moment longer, as if trying to decipher something in his eyes, but soon looked away at the body. There was nothing there that caught his attention beyond the obvious: another life massacred, another trace of darkness in a world already plagued by it. In the end, he could expect nothing more from a Spider. Whether Shalnark was a Kurta or not, that would be a matter for him to slowly find out.

"I don't really care, it's none of my business" he added, almost to himself, letting the words fall like a dry leaf to the ground. His voice lacked reproach or real interest; it was a simple conclusion, devoid of any emotional trace.

With a slight shake of his head, Kurapika turned, leaving the scene behind without looking back. There were too many burdens on his shoulders to add one that wasn't his.

[blloodhands]

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send 🔪 to encounter my muse after they've just killed someone

No one's hands are clean after the invasion.

Shuuhei's have never been clean, but the mayhem, simultaneously wanton and calculated, is horrific. He's lost count of how much cannon fodder he and Kazeshini have torn asunder. Now, he's ankle deep in a pool of blood and rainwater. The smell of shit is as thick as copper. Intestinal injuries will do that, Shuuhei knows well enough, and hates that he's getting used to it.

He pats down his chest for his cigarettes. They were spared the deluge but his lighter is cracked, and he doesn't know that he can make fire with his hands as wet as they are.

"Can you light me up?" he croaks.

[dxsole]

What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

🔪 MUN & MUSE QUESTIONS 🔪

Not Accepting.

When writing Anton, I need to stress how scummy he really is at all times. Now, this may seem obvious seeing as he’s a serial killer, but he doesn’t do things all willy-nilly either. He’s very calculated in how he operates, always striving for total control and domination over every conversation or situation. It’s exhausting work but it’s really the only way he functions. Even when he’s at work or pretending to be a normal, productive member of society, it’s all an act— a con even, and one that he’s been performing since his teens. I wouldn’t classify him as some criminal mastermind because he is capable of running away with his emotions (mostly just anger though) and doing dumb things, but when I write him I know that every move he makes has to be calculated in some way. He’s always thinking about how he can twist things to his advantage or how can manipulate others and that selfish nature pushes my narration of him.

In Anton’s case, it’s all about control and egotism. He is incredibly narcissistic, seeing what he does in his spare time as his purpose, his reason for living, his entire being. The facade he plays at work or in public is nothing more than that; a facade. It’s all fake and he can be a wonderful actor at times. He doesn’t have remorse for his actions or feels guilt over the things he does (the most he feels is anger or slight guilt over being caught or called out but never actually sorrowful for the actual act itself). 

In my world, as the writer, I have to act as sort of the bearer of red flags, because if I write Anton’s dialogue and actions alone, without commentary or context to what he’s feeling, it will read like he’s just a normal guy. I have to actually put extra work into explaining him and his reasoning in the narration or else I feel like people might miss the fact he’s lying (because he really is good at it). However, in Anton’s world, it’s all about him. He sees no one else but himself and that reflects itself in how he regards others; in his world, he would never reveal more than he has to. 

[independentzaun]

🔪 (@vastayan--vigilante to any muse)

(Was thinking about stuff and had this come to mind so...here’s a thing. You don’t have to do anything with it.)

Send my muse 🔪 to place a knife up to their throat!

At first it’d seemed like a nearly perfect trap as far as Jinx was concerned. The Firelights had shown up, of course. They had gone into the storage room in the factory to burn or steal whatever was there, of course. They’d been caught by surprise, and Jinx had gotten to pull one of her favorite tricks which was always fun. The storage room had already been cleared out except for barrels and crates most of which Jinx had stuffed explosives into. As the Firelights got deep enough she ghosted her way around them, and past exiting out the door they’d entered through and triggered the explosives. Immediately three of them died, and additional explosives outside created smoke clouds all around the factor for her to use as cover.

It was a bit more complicated than normal, but Jinx had decided to try to do something special for Silco and had set it up herself. A few rumors leaked here, a bit of information there, and her own expertise had let Jinx control the battle just as she loved to do. The problem was… she was also alone. Moving through the smoke her pistol, and chompers came out. A shot at someones back had them fall while her teeth clamped down on the pin for a chomper before it was tossed onto someones shoulder exploding close enough to their head that they would never rise again. Each movement lethal Jinx continued to move, and before the reinforcements came swooping in on hoverboards it seemed inevitable she’d win. Than that sound of hoverboards hit her ears.

Turning Jinx shrugged and pulled out Pow-Pow as a grin came to her filled with battle frenzy, and adrenaline. The minigun started to shred the skies with round after round cutting down one hoverboard, or a Firelight, or missing as they managed to move fast enough that she couldn’t quite hit them. Eventually they got in close however, and started to drive her back. Pow-Pow being used to bash someone in the head, a chomper against someone’s back, her boot onto someones neck for a few glorious moments Jinx was lost in the moment showing every inch of her lethal ability as she simply existed in the midst of violence. Calculated deliberate control replaced now by the savagery of a wild dog, and the reflexes of someone who had ingrained violence so deep within themselves it was muscle memory there was no point at which the fight was ever easy… but Jinx. Was alone.

Eventually her ammo ran out, and someone landed a hit on her leg or her arm and than even as she reached for her last chomper suddenly Jinx was slammed against a wall with that knife against her throat. Eyes gleaming her thumb moved pulling a pin, and that last chomper got tossed up into the air. Maybe her decision would have been different had she believed even for a second that Scar might be willing to take her alive. After all she could always escape, and Silco would come for her if she didn’t. However the idea that any of them might be willing to take her alive wasn’t something that existed in her mind at all, and so she smiled up at Scar as a chomper flew just above her head and roughly chest level with him.

“Sorry.” It wasn’t directed at Scar. That one soft word was directed at someone she’d just wanted to make proud of her. Silco.

Sorry dad, don’t think I’ll be making it home for dinner tonight.

Jinx would have no idea what the chomper did to Scar if anything as the moment the chomper went off her head got slammed against the wall behind her by the force of the explosion, and she went limp. Alive, dead, who could say. However at the very least Jinx was now more vulnerable than any Firelight had ever seen her, and if she was alive Jinx would most certainly need medical attention to stay that way.

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