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It’s TMI Tuesday! Ask my muse anything you want and they’ll have to answer honestly.

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🤫 My muse tries to hide an injury from your muse {Harlan you can't hide things from your father-}

injury prompts || accepting || @wctchers

[ The man let out a sound in weariness at the familiar voice, running his free hand over his face and keeping his other against the edge of the dining room table. He wasn't a fool, he knew all too well that the bolt of pain from his jacked-up knee could risk taking him off of his feet. Not favoring this outcome - let alone in front of his father, no less - Harlan instead kept his bad leg hovering off of the ground, making up for the lack of balance by resting his weight against the old wood of the table he'd once eaten breakfasts at as a child. Eager, bright-eyed, filled with undying curiosity and bravery. What had happened to that little boy, changed into this scarred, unfamiliar man the avian saw before him now...? ]

"I just rolled my ankle, Phil. Nothing severe." [ He rolled his eyes in a lighthearted manner as he spoke, attempting to act as casual as possible to hide the active jolts of pain even a slight movement aroused. He wasn't sure what he'd done to screw it up this badly, but Prime almighty, his knee was unhappy with him. The feeling was mutual, Harlan supposed. At least right now. ] "No need to go all protective bird dad on me. I'm alright, really."

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

❝ i don’t think anyone would notice if i disappeared. ❞

❝ it’s too quiet without you. ❞

❝ i’m surrounded, but i’ve never felt lonelier. ❞

❝ i don’t even know who to call anymore. ❞

❝ i wish someone would ask if i’m really okay. ❞

❝ it’s just me. it’s always just me. ❞

❝ i miss being someone’s favorite person. ❞

❝ i feel like a ghost in my own life. ❞

❝ even when i’m with people, i still feel alone. ❞

❝ nobody really sees me. not all the way. ❞

❝ i stopped reaching out. nobody noticed. ❞

❝ i talk to the walls more than i talk to people. ❞

❝ some nights, the silence feels like it’s screaming at me. ❞

❝ i pretend to be fine because i don’t want to be a burden. ❞

❝ i’m tired of being the one who always has to be okay. ❞

❝ i just want someone to stay. even if i don’t say anything. ❞

❝ it hurts to feel this forgotten. ❞

❝ maybe i’m meant to be alone. ❞

❝ i wish someone missed me the way i miss them. ❞

❝ when did i become so easy to leave behind? ❞

❝ i keep hoping someone will reach out, but they never do. ❞

❝ i don’t know how to ask for help anymore. ❞

❝ i’m not okay, but i don’t know how to say it without crying. ❞

❝ i’d give anything just to feel held right now. ❞

❝ sometimes, i just want someone to sit with me in the dark. ❞

❝ i wonder if anyone thinks about me when i’m not around. ❞

❝ i’m so tired of pretending to matter. ❞

❝ i miss the feeling of being wanted. ❞

❝ it feels like everyone outgrew me and forgot to tell me. ❞

❝ i wish someone would fight for me for once. ❞

❝ i didn’t think it was possible to feel this invisible. ❞

❝ i’m not okay. i haven’t been for a while. ❞

❝ why does it feel like i’m always the one left behind? ❞

❝ i’m not asking for much... just not to be forgotten. ❞

❝ it’s like i’m screaming, but no one can hear me. ❞

❝ i used to laugh without faking it. i miss that. ❞

❝ i miss who i was before the loneliness set in. ❞

❝ i wish someone would just hold me and mean it. ❞

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[ It hadn't been planned for anything to go south when the being decided to visit her older sibling, tugging a worn out red sweater over her head and putting her usual messenger bag of whatever she might need over her shoulder before heading out to meet the other. It was a routine she'd picked up every once in a while - just to stop by, check how he was doing. Make sure he didn't die again or some shit. Cyrus didn't really know why; she just... did. ]

[ It'd only been once she got about halfway there that Cyrus began to notice the eerie feeling of rubatosis looming over her shoulders; an uneasy awareness of her heartbeat, feeling as though her chest had lost all density, each hollow thump reverberating through her very bones. It'd been followed by a sudden slam of dizziness right when her sibling had gotten within view, forcing the demon to press her hand to the wall at his side as she walked. ]

[ Cyrus didn't even process Rosen dashing forward until she'd nearly hit the ground, her sibling's arms around her as he cushioned her fall. Releasing a soft sound in pain, her breathing came in shaky gasps as her heart pounded in her ears, resting her head against the other's shoulder in her state of delirium from the agony. She could hear Rosen's worried voice, so in knowing she couldn't breathe enough to explain, the demon took their hand in hers, gently holding it just above her collarbone so they could feel her pulse. ]

[ collapse ] < Cyrus to Rosen >

medical themed prompts || ACCEPTING

🚬Rosen had been taking a small smoke break when they saw the other staggering towards them, they raised a hand slightly in greeting but when they saw the kid stumble, they swore slightly under their breath as they quickly shot forward to try and catch Cyrus before they fell; although since they weren't prepared and were falling at an odd angle, he kind of went down with them, but cushioned their fall mostly as they slumped on the floor. "Prime Cy... what the hell happened...?"

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cont. from here || pt. II ; Elliott || @t0m-1nn1t

[ The being wasn't quite sure what'd brought him there. He had things to be doing - he shouldn't have been visiting that barren island, let alone the child he'd sent to live on it. He had no reason to. But something had tugged him there, something the haze in his mind kept him from processing; which had ended in him staggering through the dense forest of the island in the pouring rain. ]

[ It felt like it'd all happened in the blink of an eye; the flash of iron, a white-hot shot of pain through his thigh as the arrow connected with hardly protected flesh. In a moment of thoughtless panic, he'd yanked it out, deeming it not deep enough for the arrow to pose true risk - resulting in the satyr having to keep a hand over the bleeding wound as he fled to the best of his ability. It hadn't been his brightest moment, he had to admit. ]

[ Elliott had tried to do his best to steer away from the barely-standing shelter when he spotted the blonde inside, but the gods seemed to have other plans for him, as per usual. The cold of the rain combined with blood loss made the muscles in his leg seize up as he nearly lost his footing, letting out a noise in surprise that he was sure had alerted the other of his presence. ]

[ If Tommy's logic had been worth two cents, he would've killed him there and then. He would have used that moment of weakness to his advantage. ]

[ He should've. ]

[ And yet... He didn't. ]

[ The man pulled in a sharp hiss through his teeth as Tommy went back in with the wet cloth, the sleeve he'd been holding onto scrunching up in his hand as he pressed his eyes shut under his mask. The most powerful man in the server, a demigod, and a kid was having to patch his wounds. Something deep in Elliott's chest writhed at the vulnerability. He felt so human, it made him feel sick. Because he wasn't supposed to be human. He felt miserable... ]

[ His ears perked slightly when he heard Tommy's voice, though his eyes remained closed. The kid was right, he knew that. The manipulation, stripping the blonde down to the paranoid husk he hated that he found delight in pulling the strings tied to his wrists - he hated it. But he knew what he'd done. Though his voice was raspy from his silence, he still spoke, his voice just as quiet as Tommy's. ] "... I know."

[ When he heard the boy pull away, Elliott's eyes opened, his gaze falling to the bandaged wound as an idle thought passed through his head. Where'd he manage to get ahold of bandages? Nice ones, nonetheless? He ended up deciding it wasn't relevant at the moment, tilting his head back as he let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in a low sigh. ] "Thank you, Tommy. For... For helping me."

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🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  you've been my best friend for years, what made you think it would change now?  ❜ ❛  i'm always here for you if you need me.  ❜ ❛  well, that's what friends are for.  ❜ ❛  remember, i'm always just one call away.  ❜ ❛  how long have we known each other now? i know you better than you know yourself.  ❜ ❛  you're an idiot most of the time, but you're my idiot.  ❜ ❛  do you want to come over and watch movies tonight? i could use some company.  ❜ ❛  you always know how to cheer me up.  ❜ ❛  i made you your favorite food.  ❜ ❛  i know it's 2 a.m. but i really need someone to talk to. are you awake?  ❜ ❛  remember when we used to build blanket forts? let's do it again.  ❜ ❛  please come to this family dinner with me. my family already loves you and i need some neutral person there with me.  ❜ ❛  here, i got you something. i saw it at the shop and it reminded me of you.  ❜ ❛  do you remember that promise we made to each other when we were kids?  ❜ ❛  i'm so grateful to have you in my life. you mean the world to me.  ❜ ❛  i don't need advice right now, just a friend to listen.  ❜ ❛  you're the best friend one could ever ask for.  ❜ ❛  hey, umm ... thank you for being my friend.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to go through this alone. i'm here for you.  ❜ ❛  want to grab a coffee and catch up?  ❜ ❛  we may not talk every day anymore, but i still consider you my friend.  ❜ ❛  i can stay and help you finish this if you want.  ❜ ❛  you've got this. i believe in you!  ❜ ❛  how about we plan a game night this weekend?  ❜ ❛  do you ever wonder what our lives will be like in ten years?  ❜ ❛  no matter what happens, you'll always have me.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to pretend with me. i like you just the way you are.  ❜ ❛  consider it ... a little friendly competition.  ❜ ❛  thank you, you always know how to make me laugh.  ❜ ❛  i can't believe how far we've come together.  ❜ ❛  just stay put, i'll be over in a minute.  ❜ ❛  i've got us tickets for that concert/movies/exhibition you wanted to go to.  ❜ ❛  how about a road trip? just like old times ...  ❜ ❛  i really appreciate you staying in my life all these years.  ❜ ❛  i don't know what i'd do without you.  ❜ ❛  you can tell me if something is bothering you.  ❜ ❛  race you to the end of the street!  ❜ ❛  bet you can't beat me at this game. i'm a pro.  ❜ ❛  i challenge you to a cooking contest. loser has to buy dinner for the next week.  ❜ ❛  you've been such a great friend, and i just wanted to say thanks.  ❜

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" yeah, I can play the role of nurse AND say "I told you so" at the same time, actually. " + [ CARRY ]: sender, finding the receiver weakened/unconscious on the floor, immediately lifts them up and carries them back to bed. [x] // willow @ cyrus (c!tommy)

caring for the sick prompts || accepting || @cancnfcdder

[ Of course it had to be her to find them. The dizziness of the spike had successfully kicked them in the ass as they wandered into their kitchen for what felt like the thousandth time that day, pushing the young demon onto their knees as the world lurched to the side. A short hiss of pained breath released through Cyrus' teeth as their clawed fingertips dug into the countertop above them, forcing their eyes shut in a feeble attempt to fight the pounding headache as they felt their heart slam against their ribs beneath the hand they'd pressed to their chest. ]

[ Pressing their forehead to the cabinet door, they didn't even process the other's presence until Willow was already behind them, pressing a hand against their back in support. As much as they wanted to lean into the touch, the being relented, using what little physical strength they had in that moment to pull away from her hand. ] "I'm fine, Wil." [ Cyrus muttered, voice weak and strained from the throbbing behind their eyes that continued to steal their strength. Ever the stubborn child, just like they'd always been. Time really hadn't changed them. ] "I just... need a second. I don't need your fuckin' sympathy."

[ Of course, like the ever-stubborn prick she was, they couldn't have said they expected Willow to take that for an answer. What the demon didn't expect, though, was for her to scoop them up from behind the knees and under their arms, lifting them off of the ground as though they weighted nothing. Pardon, ma'am, when the fuck did that plot arc happen? When did she get strong?? ] "What thE- Put me down, you prick-!" [ Cyrus exclaimed sharply, promptly trying to squirm free of their sister's hold. How the fuck was she so strong?? When did this happen?? ]

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[ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ?

[ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ?

[x] // for osiris (c!philza)

headcanon questions || accepting || @cancnfcdder

[ 🧩 ] ~ even despite how desperately he clings to the idea of it, osiris cannot handle the weight of supporting too many people at a time. that's why he struggled to be there for tommy throughout the entirety of the SMP - he had to be there for techno, not even mentioning the weight of wilbur's death by his hands on his shoulders.

[ 📿 ] ~ have it be ritual or sheer force of habit, osiris always leaves a couple of his fallen feathers behind when he visits his wife's statue in the enchanted forest. a sign of his dedication to her - eternal.

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[ The being doesn't quite turn his head to meet Eret's gaze, but the angle he holds himself at - a few strides away from where she rests - signals to the woman that she has his attention, just as he holds hers. ] "Mmm... To be honest, I'm not all too sure." [ Elliott's hands slip into his pockets as he speaks, one pale green eye flicking over to meet Eret's gaze. The other, rendered useless and clouded over, hides behind the porcelain circle of his mask. ] "Something about the atmosphere of your archive... It gets ya thinking. It's hard to explain." [ Even despite the idle movements, the man still holds a certain grace to his steps, the casual sway of his tail. A man with the hands of gods resting upon his shoulders, set before mortals as a guiding light. A beacon of prosperity - and oh, how he'd failed to uphold that title for so incredibly long. ]

[ The powers those immortals had set on his shoulders had sickened the being, both mind and body, the plague woven by eldritch lips one he couldn't have brought himself to realize until it was far, far too late. That taste of power, how easy it'd been to control other players; it haunted him with an undying hunger for more. More power, more control, more puppets. It was a craving that rendered him helpless to do anything but indulge in it. And may the gods strike him down where he finds himself standing, he doesn't want to think of what he'd done in his desperacy to ease and attempt to silence those urges. ]

[ But ever since he'd escaped prison with the aid of a few allies, that weight had lifted. The hold those beings beyond mortal comprehension had on Elliott's shoulders had let up, just a bit. Just enough for him to breathe - to tug his own strings, instead of being yanked against his will by some cruel puppeteer far above. And now, standing in the library of the immortal monarch before him, one who he'd set a crown upon the brow of once upon a time, he finds himself unable to feel the pressure of the clawed hands. He feels at ease in Eret's presence - a sensation he can't recall his last instance of experiencing. ] "Would it be so wrong of me to speak freely in your presence? Or would you rather I keep my lips shut?" [ Elliott smiles lightly with his words, lightheartedly teasing the other by twisting her formal words into his own playful taunts. Naturally, he falls back into his casual tone, though. ]

" i could die right now for something beautiful to take me somewhere else. " [ Elliott (c!Dream) to Eret (ver; mun's choice) ]

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💫 the woman lifts her wayward gaze from the book in hand, expression nimbly set into a mask of equal neutrality and mothering grace. the true makings of both monarch and immortal. she hadn't heard the other approach from their place across the library, too busy focusing in her own world as she'd tended to do. soft tresses of autumn red curls slip over her shoulder as she leans, tilting her head to the side and humming out a soft note. the book is closed carefully, tucking a loosely discarded bookmark into the spot they'd stopped at to give elliott the entirety of her focus. "mm, and what brings this admission to light?"

she doesn't know when they started this. when the other had turned casual visitations into what they had grown into, but she had to admit that there was a peace in sitting in the presence of a friend and... well, basking in it. a certain simplicity in the quiet and calm. she had thought them enemies, thought that elliott hated her beyond all reasoning—perhaps that had been a step toward her own anxiety?

though, even if the other had some kind of nefarious means to approach and befriend the monarch, eret was no idiot. she would prepare a counterstrike, even if the warmth of her smile betrayed nothing of this ever present paranoia. being immortal, with no strain on the worries of limited lives, she didn't need to so blatantly hide herself from the people as some of her counsil thought she should. she arches a single, pointed eyebrow, amused. "have you stumbled upon my collection of rituals to the goddess, perhaps? or are we so close that you're speaking freely and from the heart?"

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"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

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… send “plot roulette!”

… and I’ll come up with three different plots / interactions / relationships for your muse, featuring three different muses I think would be a good fit for yours!

Because sometimes multimuse blogs can be a little intimidating to interact with! So many choices! Where to start? Which characters might get along? Hopefully this will help take a bit of the pressure off!

based on this meme — just tweaked slightly for multimuse blogs