#creatinglife-rejectedbydeath

[blooddrinkingbartender]

Isekai title: 'Through the eons a stiff drink was the first step' ~ CreatingLife-RejectedByDeath

"Oooh, that's clever," Bill says, grinning.

[triiiplegoddcss]

@creatinglife-rejectedbydeath asked: "What's the strongest drink y'all serve?" the inventor questions, rubbing his temples. He looks as if he hasn't slept in days, …because he hadn't. Memories and naggimg guilt are taking their toll. "Whatever it is, three of those."

"Muy bien, señor. We have a satisfying Piña colada or Daiquiri that you can enjoy. Courtesy of our barmaid this evening."

Truth be told, they wouldn't be drinking three of them, but they're not driving the costumer home tonight, so as long as they get a taxi home, it should be fine.

[risingshine]

"What helps you float? Your body is quite steady and quiet as you do so. Well, quiet as bodies tend to be if one doesn't count the noise inside. Rushing blood, zapping circuts. And the like. ....I've gone on a tangent." ~CreatingLife-RejectedByDeath (for Zenyatta)

「 ༀ - if you listen hard enough you can hear my fans running. 」

a clear note that he did not mind the tangent the world can only be so quiet.

「 ༀ - as for how I am floating; that is a matter of faith. 」

[cursedfortune]

"I'm... much older than the average human. Almost two centuries. Yet, somehow, I feel like it's a blip in your lifespan. I won't ask for details, mind you. But am I at least close to the truth there?" ~ CreatingLife-RejectedByDeath

@creatinglife-rejectedbydeath

"Two centuries...?" The witch echoed as she propped her chin in her hand, watching them with passive amusement. Mortem leaned lightly into their direction as a grin curled upon her lips.

"You're asking if your age is relevant to my own-- if our longevities are similar? Lovely, you are not even a fetus. You are the musing thought of having a child without any of the commitment to proceed. The what-if in the years that come before finding a partner to procreate with. That is how I'd compare our ages." She answered teasingly and yet there was honesty to be found in her gaze.

[phantomyre]

"Is there a kind of weapon you dislike using, or have trouble with?" ~ CreatingLife-RejectedByDeath

Vincent's eyes shifted to the side in contemplation before directing his answer to the stranger. "As a former Turk, underperforming on any sort of weapon was a recipe for problems, though it was expected that we master at least one. However, I prefer to steer clear of using any type of masamune..." As to the reason, he was going to leave it to the stranger's imagination.

[bunndroid]

"Sorry to startle you. I have a habit of accidentally sneaking up on people, robots and droids alike. ...You good?" ~CreatingLife-RejectedByDeath

@creatinglife-rejectedbydeath

!!!!!!

Exclamation points popped above Rabeccas head and scrolled across her visor as she blinked at the stranger.

“I am alright, concerned how it is you snuck up on me, but that is a mystery for another time. Can I assist you in some way?”

[solarcandydrops]

//Ey! Thank you for following me and reading my rules :D I did go through your Muse list and wondered which Muses in particular you wanted to interact with so I can follow them 🤗

Henlo, honestly they're all open. My muses are usually always some form of active. Buttt...I can pick a few!

@glory-hasnoplacehere

@despair-like-holy-water

@fate-is-woven-and-cut

@darkspiderylines

@cursedsunlight

And

@creatinglife-rejectedbydeath ?

I hope that's not too many!

[alxngrant]

♞ — What does your muse believe happens after death? Do they believe in an afterlife and why/why not? If they do, what do they imagine this afterlife to be?

♛ — Does your muse believe in luck? What about fate? ~CreatingLife-RejectedByDeath

Grant doesn't put much thought into the aftermath, cynic that he is. As far as he's concerned, there's nothing after death--he's far more focused on the here and now. Multiple dinosaur-related near-death experiences have only cemented his opinions.

He also doesn't believe in fate, for similar reasons. For those who point out the crazy things he's survived, he's quick to point out that neither fate had nothing to do with that, just his own expertise and a little bit of a luck... something he somewhat reluctantly puts stock into.

[a-crimson-fucker]

"Wait. How tall are you?" ~ CreatingLife-RejectedByDeath

"Normally like, six foot three inches? Sometimes a wee bit taller just to fuck with people. Cuz I'm a shapeshifter."

[snugglyporos]

"Happy Porosgiving, little ones." Tangled says, presenting a large box of sweets and another container of meat pies. Though he's unsure if the Poros are carnivores. ~CreatingLife-RejectedByDeath

The poros shall happily take the sweets and avoid the meat. Are very much vegetarians! Cannot eat the meat, would be bad for them! Still, do like sweets and snuggles! Shall enjoy these! Is very nice thing to do for Porosgiving!

[halfxspider]

"Have you ever clawed someone? On purpose or by accident " ~ CreatingLife-RejectedByDeath

"A few times, yeah, back when I was first getting used to having claws and fangs... a few people got knicked..."

[blooddrinkingbartender]

@creatinglife-rejectedbydeath

Tangled hands over the jacket, freshly washed and ironed, on a hanger and covered with black cloth. The little bot had refused to use plastic, which the inventor agreed with whole-heartedly. It’s good to know they look nice, Tangled supposes, pink was never a colour they’d think they’d look good in.

“Yes, they were excited about this whole…. nineties look. Even if I refused to let them do much to my hair, the heart print eyeshadow took ages. …Mm. I think it’ll suit you though…”

Bill was careful as he took the article in his own hands. He could only guess at how well made it was, given its creators. He would definitely have to be cautious with taking the cloth off too. 

“The nineties was a fun time I think,” Bill replied then, before he chuckled, “Yes, I can imagine that did indeed take quite a while. But they did a good job of it. It looks nice on you.”

He honestly meant that.

“And I’m sure this jacket will look lovely on me.”

[animatronicabundance-archived]

Who's your fave muse to write? Which gives you the most trouble?~ CreatingLife-RejectedbyDeath

Abby, she's my oldest Fnaf muse as she was on my og blog so she's the easiest to write and my favorite by default cause how long i've had her.

Vanny is here, I've just not touched her much cause I'm shit at writing bad guys. There was so little of her in game though I just....wanted to take a stab at it for what cannon never gave.

[risingshine]

"Do you have someone that can or does repair you should something go awry? Or are you self healing/self sufficient?" ~ CreatingLife-RejectedByDeath (for zen)

@creatinglife-rejectedbydeath

「 ༀ - neither. 」

there was a lilt in tone; a humor to the notion that an old robot was so advanced.

「 ༀ - i have friends who can do some repairs and I carry some tools myself but I am in the hands of fate. 」

「 ༀ - it is nice to not need to worry about walking on broken legs. 」

given he can, and does, float.

[cursedfortune]

"Do you always flirt with danger, or is this just for me?" ~ CreatingLife-RejectedByDeath (not meant to be exactly sexual. He's testing.)

@creatinglife-rejectedbydeath

"Aye, wouldn't it be a sweet thing for it to be just for you?" The witch mused as she silently clasped her hands behind her back. Her bare feet wandered over the soft grass as she ran her eyes over him, over the one who dared to speak so boldly. She knew it wasn't intended to be so forward of a statement. There was a critical look to his gaze that made her redirect her attention-- that gave her reason to stare at him and not merely through.

"I do not flirt with danger, lovely. I seduce it. Time and time again, I make it mine and lay entwined with danger itself. For if I am not the danger that is spoken of, then surely I am close by." Her ashen lips curled into a grin that met her eyes. Friendly to those that knew not the subtleties of beings that could be as cruel as she. There was something shameless to her candor, pride taken in knowing where she was in the food chain.

After-all, the witch had worked hard to get where she was. One did not build a reputation as infamous as hers without scarring the world to some degree.

One hand removed itself from behind her back as she gave a gentle flourish of her wrist, knees bending in a mocking curtsy-- a tip of her head that sent plum curls sweeping over her lithe shoulders. "A pleasure, let's hope, to make your acquaintance."

[notagoodfather]

"So what special powers come with being a Priest? If one isn't holy lazer beams... I'm disappointed for you." ~creatinglife-rejectedbydeath

@creatinglife-rejectedbydeath

“It serves to do magic? I can do that and make portals to anywhere.” The priest said giving a gentle smile but at the same time ironical. It wasn’t every day someone questioned his powers.