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be like Thor, be there to support your loved ones,accept who they are and celebrate them

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Send “Examine!” and an item or person and I’ll write an RPG description of it/them.

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(For example, a stormtrooper mask:

 “A white mask with a black visor on the front. Putting it on, you realise that the visor isn’t even transparent. How are you expected to do anything competently like this?”)

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send “detention” for an au starter where our muses meet in detention, breakfast club style.

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A “new” (OC) Muse has appeared!

Long time no see from a certain Specialist...!

Minuit Chevalier is switching over from her former blog to rest here with the rest of the girls.....when she’s not being a little shit Working for her CO.

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Dear People Who Play Canon Characters,

• Just because I am already interacting with another version of your character, doesn’t mean I can’t interact with you as well.

• It’s fun to see how different people play different characters.

• Let me see how you play yours.

• The more the merrier

• Do not be afraid

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livestosave‌: 

         James smiled faintly, leaning forward to fold his hands neatly on the desk in front of him. “Miss Khalil.  It is…odd, to see a Specialist running files.  Even to me.  Generally, that is for…lower-ranking officers.” Or even enlisteds.  It had been quite awhile, he’d admit, but…considering these didn’t seem to be Council documents, or anything hugely important…

         “Why were you sent to run these to me, Miss Khalil?  And you can be honest.  In fact, I’d much prefer it if you were.”

....Oh no. She was in trouble, wasn’t she? Yes, she was aware that Specialists were more...in field, in action, in...but....

“I...” She pauses. Another ear flick, her voice still holding onto its calm. “I’ve been taking care of our units and Specialists from this side, sir, collaborating the AI data into helpful reports for our tactical fronts when they go into no-tech zones...” 

Latte trails off, gaze briefly flickering between the reports and to him again. “When...when I’ve asked about missions, I’ve always been informed that there were none assigned to me. Its more busywork than I should have, yes....b-but I have been told I do things with more efficiency, sir....hence why I am the one bringing these to you.”

she mentally scolds herself for her lapse in confidence, another ear flick more noticeable this time. “Permission to set these on your desk, General?”

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Send “Weaponmaster” and a weapon

My muse will analyze that weapon and say what they like/dislike about it, if they can use it, and if they would use it.

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send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it

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I am not an artist by any means but...this is my attempt at drawing one of the muses here.

Meet Stellaluna. Shes blind, soft and fuzzy with wings and nonfunctional legs. But shes a good girl.

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strykingback‌:

“That is… a good question. At first it was just to seek a good hunt. Then later it turned into myself seeking out my purpose. Was I made to be a weapon..or my own person that is why I travel around is all. But I may stop for a while and maybe help you out.” Excelsus said looking at the corgi faunus. 

“Apologies if my question is.. quite mundane.” They said  once more. 

Mocha smiled a bit to his answer. She understands...she reaches out and brushes the backs of her fingers against his arm in comfort. “Well thats up to you, Excelsus. If you want to help, you can help! If not you’re welcome to go right on your merry way!!”

The curvy Faunus shifted in her seat, waiting for him to question her back, her expression suggesting it was okay and that she didn’t mind.

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huntsman-ash‌:

“Wait, why aren’t you doing paperwork or…” He paused.  “Actually, where the hell is Cross? I’ve been looking for Specialists all day but all I’ve seen are the Ace’s. Not exactly who I need to talk too…”

“Because I just finished turning proper paperwork in to Mark...?” An eyebrow raises, but she listens to him talk. “He’s probably sparring with Mute, or talking data with Pulse.....or putting Thermite through her paces again.”

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huntsman-ash‌:

“GAH WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU COME FROM?!”

“Behind....and from the barracks.” Keeps her arms crossed, stares him down. 

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huntsman-ash‌:

This is the kind of Atlas angst I’ve been waiting for.  Shit where’s Cross when you need him…

Latte sneaks up on the HK, and crosses her arms. “Well, HK Vulcan....where do you think he would be?”

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livestosave‌:

      “Specialist Khalil.”

         The General hummed, and took the folder from her as he walked past, settling himself in the chair behind the desk.  Idly, he skimmed over the first page, before setting the organizer aisde and motioning for her to sit with a small smile.

      “Fewer than I expected.  At ease, Miss Khalil; you’ve made no mistake, and certainly none that needs to be forgiven.  Please, take a seat; if these items have waited this long for you to find me, I think they can wait a few moments more, don’t you?”

She sits down prim and proper, letting the files rest neatly on her lap. When he tells her she’s at ease, her shoulders sink and she relaxes, ears swiveling a bit with a flick, and a breath let out.

He’s...not as bad as Volk made him out to be! He’s just like one of her other COs....maybe...no, not yet. Not a good time yet.

“Whatever your suggestion may be.. The ones I have are finished and only need to be filed--those just need a signature....I-I think a few minutes wait could do.” Hands placed one on top of the other, neatly kept nails curling softly.

Though he has her sitting....is he going to ask her some questions? A nervous tick of hers starts to begin again with her left ear flicking softly.