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━ ♔ Who am I dialing tonight? That's a bummer / thaw out my freezer; burn feelings for 20 summers ━ JEAN&SMOKER: littlelonesomestars

i know i can't argue with reality here but it's devastatingly unromantic that blood transfusions only work if you have compatible blood types

its showtime!

⭐️!!!

Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours // always accepting!!!

hi!!! sometimes it kinda takes a second to get back to people, but! I'm doin' this now and hopefully it'll help with figuring out dynamics and such in the future!!! :]

━ First off, a LOT of your muses would work very well with my mythological ones!!! Orpheus and Alexander, Anais and Nyx ( or even Chaos ), Andromeda and Ares, Audrey and Artemis, Clifford and Dionysus, there's a lot of angles! even just to expand upon the last one, Dionysus is associated with Dolphins and ships at times because as a God of mania, people going crazy for months at sea isn't that uncommon + there's a myth of Dionysus being captured by sailors 'cause Pretty Young Man and being turned insane to which Dionysus then took as his followers, so he's got the associations to be in that kind of area! not to mention the fact he innately vies towards merrymakers and the miserable for, well, pretty obvious reasons as the God of wine and a whole bunch of things!

and Audrey would work well with the wild Goddess of the Hunt, same as it could be interesting to place Andromeda perhaps in the same realm as Ares who as much as he is the violence and death he creates, he is also the refugees and the families and the survivors picking up the pieces, something intrinsically linked to humanity, love and compassion even if the basis of war itself is not. There's a lot of routes just with them alone!

━ Anatoly, Karin, and Evren also come forth to mind! they're kind of my go-to's when it comes to my underutilized but flexible muses, but I could see them meshing pretty well with Penny, Chaim, Eve or Giuseppe for example! Anatoly is the nerdy nervous herbalist who tries to be brave, Karin is the kind of meanspirited sarcastic hardworking woman, and Evren is the 'doomed protagonist taking their fate into their own hands' and Kinda Spiteful about it!

━ for Five Pebbles, I also have a ( typically Marvel ) verse for him where he is an aaaaaaaaaancient piece of tech from before ANY recorded history rediscovered and brought back to functionality, which could VERY MUCH be interesting if it was, say, Giuseppe or even Gizmo who find him and try to get this INCREDIBLY old but also UNBELIEVABLY complex robot to function again :] who also has trauma :] incredible amounts of trauma :]

━ There's also of course Clark Kent who'd work very well with my DC and even Marvel muses ofc <3 but thats the most that springs immediately to mind. I hope it's useful in getting the ball rolling!!!

man don't put your bullshit in the main tags

// which tags? /genq, if you're referring to fandom tags ( ex: #undertale ) I don't, and without specifying I sincerely don't know what you're referring to so I can't fix it if it IS a genuine mistake on my behalf. If you can tell me in greater detail what the problem is, preferably with less aggression, I'll be happy to fix whatever it is or explain why I did it the way I did!

04.     entry made after experiencing a nightmare. ( for kim mayhaps? :0 )

DEAR DIARY... // always accepting!!!

poised vertically among a dozen and a half of its brothers on a shelf that is not cramped, but in equal measure begins to lose its space, is a notebook. hands pluck it out by the top ridge along the well-made blue spine, the skin of it covered carefully in a deep navy, the papers a pristine white. inside, the handwriting is dense and thick and fast, bunched together on each line, a code with it's cipher in the language itself. it has not sat here long. the date on the inner cover like the notice of an eviction in black, fluid pen; '50 - '51.

you open it. its pages rustle as though a guarded cage has been opened, rendered vulnerable, almost meek despite the intimidation of straight iron and pressed paper, rustling like a snarl. you sit with it, you learn it, it learns you. it is uncomfortable with what is asked of it. you ask anyway.

you reach back into the memory it holds. it gives way, like sticking your hand in the guts of a soft oily thing, or jello, reaching for a pearl in a clam-shell.

━ I have had more nightmares in the past two weeks than I have in four months. I don't know how much longer I can do this.

Maybe the stress is getting to me. Seeing the recently deceased is never good for your health, but I can't afford to take leave. If I did, all the ground I'd been covering my entire career will be torn out from under me. I'm lucky. I think it's more than just the corpses.

I keep watching him die. There is blood drawn. Kortenaer aims higher. Shoots. The bullet ruptures his liver as a virulent bomb inside of him. he is unconscious after an unimaginably painful half-second. Someone shouts. I panic. I attempt to stop the bleeding. I do not see de Paule. She aims. Shoots. I wake up in the 57th infirmary. I am forced to ask what happened to him instead of being told. I am informed there was nothing they could do, dead within the two days I am unconscious, an excruciating death as the liver and gallbladder poisons his bloodstream even as the bleeding stops. I do not get to see him again. I do not even know if there is a funeral held. The trial never happens. They were gone. We remained. I remain.

The dream changes often, sometimes being so abstract as if only pertaining to the color of his existence or Martinaise itself, but the point remains the same. somewhere in Jamrock, another little light blinks out.

This hasn't happened since Eyes, and never this constant. I wish I could call him.

I don't know. I'm tired. I want to hear his voice. I want to talk to him again. It's late. He'd answer.

The ink is allowed to dry for a long, long time. the pearl is clutched in your right hand. your reaching the end, oblivion, always cut short.

I'm going to work on the Kineema. I can't really, the only thing to do is something to I want to do with him, but an unnecessary tune-up is enough to keep my hands busy.

Maybe then I'll be able to go back to sleep.