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sorry for being inactive as of late! some stuff came up and i ended up totally forgetting to notify people because of it.

#《 out of character . . . 》 #sorry!! #i've been meaning to come back on here to tell people that i'll be a bit late in replies n stuff but... oof

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SEND ‘NO FILTER’ FOR RECEIVER’S MUSE TO TALK ABOUT SENDER’S MUSE COMPLETELY UNFILTERED.

they could be unfiltered for any number of reasons! have fun with it :)

#《 prompts . . . 》 #do it do it do it

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might fuck around and make a yakuza verse for skye because i’ve been getting into the games,,, and i might end up just making a multi-muse for extra oc + canon muses. i just need to make sure that i don’t go overwork myself like i did last time.

#《 out of character . . . 》 #i never know when to quit smh

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  ❛  it’s all very predictable…  ❜

It's all fun and games until the bear you've been poking at for quite some time decides to stir and grumble. Skye never knows when to quit, never knew how to, even when they've been beaten to a bloody pulp and needed at least ten stitches due to a fatal knife wound because they didn't know how to shut up. They've been watching from the security cameras of a well known bank, trying to map it all out for the gang's next heist, while also turning their chair around to throw out quick pokes at whoever passed them by.

They were easily bored and they could never focus on just one task at a time. Besides, these guys should have known by now that keeping Skye around meant having to deal with a pest who didn't know when to quit. The only problem was that they were also very, very much afraid of what Sokol, or anyone for that matter, could do to them if they pushed one too many buttons. And it seems... that might have just happened.

"W- What?" There's a hint of nervousness from their voice as they chuckle, swiveling in their comfy office chair as they turn to look at the man, eyes betraying the need to be calm with a hint of fear as they ask the question, "What's predictable?"

NOT HERE. // @ko3ak

#《 question received . . . 》 #ko3ak #⠀《 verse ; payday . . . 》

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@cybrfixer​ SENT: “ i have … so many questions.  ” ▼ sentence starters

No sooner than he had pulled his top half out of the dumpster, hoping nobody had been around to see that, and he found he was face to face with somebody who had obviously seen that. Well– falling into a dumpster had been better than hitting the pavement, at least. Puppy probably would have survived the fall, but it wouldn’t have been fun.

Not that the stench of garbage he was now coated in was very fun either. Contrary to his canine moniker, Puppy had a poor sense of smell, and even he could still smell right now that he was definitely going to need a shower.

Usually Skye would just walk away and mind their business if something really called for it; THIS had been one of those instances, but noticing the mask and how he had jumped right into the garbage, well... sometimes questions had to be asked. Hands in their pockets, turquoise hues trained right on the person before them, they can’t help but smile behind the mask that covers their mouth while their eyes light up in amusement.

“...Do you always jump into garbage bins? Or was this more of a heat of the moment thing?”

#⠀《 verse ; cyberpunk2077 . . . 》

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urfutureuwu​:

This kid was definitely barking up the wrong tree if he thought The Wrench was going to take any kind of teasing laying down, especially not by someone so small and young. Heaving a sight that sends static through his modifier, the hacker considers him for a beat or two, then tips his head to the side. His screen flashes …, then it’s default x’s. Just a hint of a warning before he get’s going. (Although, to be fair, the kid should have known from the start - you don’t fuck with The Wrench and get to walk away unscathed.) 

Snatching the finger poking him, he squeezes it gently, then leans in close enough to be in his personal space while releasing it. “Kid,” He starts, voice dropping to a near coo again. “Are you trying to say something about my sex life? Would you like to say it on the record?”

There’s a small jump the moment Wrench grabs their finger, just a bit surprised by the reaction, but hey... that’s what they had been looking for. That’s why they dug at people, because it was fun and they could get some good reactions out of people. Their nervous smile ended up forming into a mischievous grin, eyes lighting up with amusement as it turns wicked.

“And what if I am, huh? What’re you gonna do about it?” Skye drops their voice just enough so that if anyone had been snooping, they wouldn’t be able to hear it, “Spank me? Call me a bad boy? Be careful, I might like that.” Of course, they’re repeating what Wrench had said just a while ago. “You gonna push me around a little? Be a little rough?” It shows that they’re enjoying this rather than fearing for what he might do to them.

#《 verse ; watch dogs . . . 》 #urfutureuwu

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TUMBLR I SAID SAVE THE DRAFT, NOT POST IT.

#《 out of character . . . 》

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replies will be coming soon!  i’ve been semi-out of it for the past few days but i will get to things soon. <3

#《 out of character . . . 》 #i'm so tired most days bUT #need to kick my ass into gear

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*makes eye contact with security cameras to assert dominance*

#《 musings . . . 》

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starters  /  prompts taken from various game grumps’   ten minute power hour   videos .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary . 

“  stop throwing stuff  ,  what is wrong with you  ?!  ”

“  turn on the magic of colored lights  ,  you jerks  ”

“  there’s a warrant out for my arrest  ”

“  this is just a blob  ”

“  i’m yelling in general not at you  ”

“  what if a child ate these  ,  then they would die of glass poisoning  ”

“  how did kids do this when they were childs ?  ”

“  take your cup off the raft you animal  ”

“  how do you not know your soda trivia  ,  you dope ?  ”

“  it tastes like cough medicine but good  ”

“  i think i’m losing feeling in my right arm  ”

“  i should be in a carnival  ”

“  i got the sugar shakes  ”

“  it’s a four  ,  as in the amount of days i have left to live  ”

“  i feel so weak  ”

“  i don’t have a sense of smell anymore  ”

“  drink it you armadillo  ”

“  ew no no oh no no  —  oh that’s not bad  ”

“  it tastes like if i ate a fridge magnet  ”

“  i love MSG  —  that stands for mighty good soup  ”

“  if we could get something sharp and dangerous that would be great  ”

“  the moral of the story is you have to have a huge hat  ”

“  i’m your dad  ”

“  you need to grow up .  it’s time to grow up  ”

“  i can’t open my eye it’s glued shut  ”

“  i’m a little bumblebee  ,  bzzzzz  ”

“  who knew that eating frosting could be such great exercise ?  ”

“  great news on the friendship front :  you’re my friend  ”

“  we better call some hospitals  ”

“  i’m already so sweaty  ”

“  there’s some kind of dinosaur wearing pants  ”

“  looking at this makes me feel like i’m having a stroke  ”

“  what does arizona look like ?  ”

“  i’m here with all of my friends in a hot  ,  nasty  ,  sweaty corner  ”

“  you see a spiced up dino  ,  you want that boy to smile  ”

“  i’m not gonna pretend i’m not jealous  ”

“  dude you got a scoodily doop dee woop doop doop wah wah wah  ”

“  we don’t have the necessary amount of woops  ”

“  i don’t want a pumpkin growing in my belly  ”

“  what are you  ,  my bully from middle school ?  ”

“  pumpkins were made by god to scare children away  ”

“  he’s already dead  ”

“  i feel good about what we’ve done here today  ”

“  ooo  ,  sparkles  ”

“  i’m trying to be beautiful  ”

“  oh we’re gonna fucking die  ”

“  are we penalized for screaming ?  ”

“  we look tasty  ”

#《 prompts . . . 》

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urfutureuwu​:

Curling his fingers around the USB, Wrench tips his head to the side, smile devilish under the mask, it’s screen flashing blue-and-red exclamation marks in warning. He could make a joke here - something about stuffing the USB up his own ass out of spite, or something about telling ‘mom’ and having her make them wash their mouth out with soap - but instead he chooses the morally high road, which is to say, he doesn’t do either of those options, and instead chooses to make it worse. 

“Are you projecting? All this talk of ass stuffing and tentacles, yeesh, you kids aren’t even subtle anymore are you?” He opens his hand and drops the USB at the other, a laugh shaking his shoulders. “Catch.”

Is he for real right now?

“Who said anything about me projecting? I was merely suggesting—  hey!” They yelp as soon as he drops the USB, quickly rushing to catch it before shooting an accusing glare at the other, “You were the one who said you’d do it, so maybe I’m not the one who needs the ass stuffing.”

With the USB now in hand, Skye can relax in knowing that they’ll be able to fuck up some guy royally... plus, playing with this code would cure the boredom they’d been enduring for a while now. Pocketing it, they look back to Wrench before poking at his arm, “You know, I’m sure someone would be more than happy to take care of that problem.” Another tease, of course. Skye isn’t just going to let him walk away scot-free, not after all of that.

#《 verse ; watch dogs . . . 》

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#《 out of character . . . 》 #OH THANK GOD

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Sentence Starters — TEAM FORTRESS 2; Comic #1 “Ring of Fired” - Part 1

( Change pronouns as needed! )

—  ‘ (name), is everything alright? ‘ —  ‘ It, uh… sounds like something’s tearing the plane apart in there. ‘ —  ‘ It’s stuffed, (name). ‘ —  ‘ I was asked to remind you about our new Insurance policy: no more jumping out of planes. ‘ —  ‘ What if there was engine trouble? Could we jump out of the plane then? ‘ —  ‘ Here, hold these engine parts. ‘ —  ‘ How’d that whole “under attack by robots” business go, anyway? You and the others sort it out? ‘ —  ‘ YOU! *whispering* (name), who is this? ‘ —  ‘ This is (name). The one attacking us. With robots. ‘ —  ‘ Our war has somehow turned into yet another intractable stalemate. ‘ —  ‘ I will NOT repeat the mistakes of my idiot brothers. ‘ —  ‘ The war is over, (name). You win. ‘ —  ‘ I’m here yo offer you a NEW proposition. All or NOTHING. Winner… takes… all. ‘ —  ‘ What is wrong with your desk?! ‘ —  ‘ I think you’ll find your hands have been seared to a perfect 135 degrees. ‘ —  ‘ MY FLESH! IT FALLS OF MY BONES! ‘ —  ‘ Don’t fill up on (food), now! Save room for steak and eggs! ‘ —  ‘ I’m not here for… eggs, (name). ‘ —  ‘ I’m here for the challenge! ‘ —  ‘ The CEO of any other company can take over our company legally if they beat you in unarmed combat, sir. ‘ —  ‘ That is a FANTASTIC policy. ‘ —  ‘ You wrote it. ‘ —  ‘ Wait. So is this sallow-chested old mummy saying what I sincerely pray to God that he’s saying? ‘ —  ‘ Not ME, you idiot! ‘ —  ‘ You… you want me to beat up a little girl? ‘ —  ‘ Ooooooh, you rotten old son of  bitch, I’ll -… ‘ —  ‘ HOT SAUCE! I can’t do it! I will not fight a child! ‘ —  ‘ I’m hardly going to fistfight a child just to get a promotion. ‘ —  ‘ Finefinefine. (name), you’re fired. ‘ —  ‘ Non  —  violence mode, eh? We’ll see… about… THAT! ‘ —  ‘ SOMETHING FIGHT ME! ‘ —  ‘ Behind me! Between those two cows! Three hundred brave men died! ‘ —  ‘ If it was not for these brave men, you would all be speaking English right now! BRITISH ENGLISH! ‘ —  ‘ It will be a dark night tonight! Because all the stars are buried in this field! ‘ —  ‘ YOU! This wig is going to get you killed! ‘ —  ‘ If your pacemakers have any alarms, turn them off! Because we are moving out! ‘ —  ‘ SHE IS DEAD, (name)! FOCUS! ‘ —  ‘ I am fully within my legal rights as your old roommate  to kill your stupid new roommate! ‘ —  ‘ I was sad! You were happy! So I killed Tom Jones. ‘ —  ‘ The heart makes its own rules, (name). ‘ —  ‘ I have lived for six thousand years… and agreeing to be your roommate is my ONLY regret! ‘

#《 prompts . . . 》

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what... what are they doing — 

       ah... they’re fortnite dancing.

#⠀《 crack . . . 》 #don't ask questions #this is an open starter ig

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Wrench laughs, something loud and sharp and short, shoulders shaking as his mask flashes through a variety of amused emoticons. “Oooh, are you getting spicy with the upperclassmen?” His voice is a near coo, pitched as low as his voice changer would allow it to be. “You wanna tell me where I can stick it? Choose carefully - I might just stick it there.”

Dangling the flashdrive now between two fingers, Wrench laughs again as his hand is slapped away, dancing away on booted feet as they try (and fail) to jump for it. “I went to a lot of schools, kid, just not the kind you’re thinking of.” Which is, strictly speaking, not true. He’s a middle school dropout - and has the attitude problem to show for it. The only schooling he’s gotten in any sense is the kind one gets in the streets after a particularly ill-advised action. “Now, tell Uncle Wrenchy what you want with this bit o’ code from Hawt Sauce-man and maybe he’ll consider giving it to you.”

Oh —

Well, they certainly didn’t like the way his laugh sounded, nor the way his voice dipped into a low coo. It wasn’t the bad dislike, but it was one that would have made their cheeks color. Skye’s eyebrows knit together as they glare, as they were never one to choose carefully, “And what if I am? Wouldn’t be the first time. You can stick the seniority up your ass.” Another jump, another fail. Getting closer, though.

The younger of the two can’t confirm nor deny that they went to a rather elite school before dropping out themself, but who needed that sorta shit when you were on the run? They finally groan from the lack of USB in their hand, nearly tempted to grab onto his mask... but even they knew better than to do that. “What if I told you it wasn’t code and just top tier hentai, huh? And not just the tentacle shit either.” That’s bullshit, but they’re not gonna admit that they’re bluffing.

“Not today, tiny passive aggressive Satan.”

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#《 verse ; watch dogs . . . 》 #i'll look up a guide later on how to format #if i don't end up forgetting

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#《 music . . . 》

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starters  /  prompts taken from hieu minh nguyen’s work ,  not here .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .

  ❛  it seems important to mention all the things that went wrong  ❜

  ❛  don’t ask if i’m a ghost  ❜

  ❛  i fled and did not return  ❜

  ❛  i cannot love you  ,  if i love you  ,  i will die  ❜

  ❛  for years i chose death  ❜

  ❛  i belong to my mother’s fear  ❜

  ❛  what do you do with tenderness when all you expect is fury ?  ❜

  ❛  he looks like he will keep you safe  ❜

  ❛  any love i find will be treason  ❜

  ❛  why did you bring me here ?  ❜

  ❛  i count the hornets that escape their mouths  ❜

  ❛  i only ask for your laughter  ❜

  ❛  look at me in the old way in this new light  ❜

  ❛  sometimes i wake up and my body does not follow  ❜

  ❛  it wasn’t the same without you  ❜

  ❛  i’m still trying to figure out what it means to stay  ❜

  ❛  it’s all very predictable  ❜

  ❛  how can i love something that isn’t ruined ?  ❜

  ❛  like all agony  ,  there are pleasant moments  ❜

  ❛  i want to be better at lying  ❜

  ❛  i’m afraid if i say it out loud i will cast a curse  ❜

  ❛  some men don’t know they’re hungry until they eat  ❜

  ❛  some spells take years to cast  ❜

  ❛  there are rules you have to follow if you want to survive  ❜

  ❛  i know you’re not supposed to smile back  ❜

  ❛  madness  ,  too  ,  can be cumulative  ❜

  ❛  trying to forget is not the same as leaving  ❜

  ❛  i really should get a sense of humor  ❜

  ❛  i understand no one  ❜

  ❛  i cannot stop him from disappearing  ❜

  ❛  her body was a dress i hung for motivation  ❜

  ❛  you were once and perhaps continue to be the myth you tell to scare yourself  ❜

  ❛  there are countless ways to justify company  ❜

  ❛  you are predictable in your longing  ❜

  ❛  i don’t want to explain a thing  ❜

  ❛  i knew if i just asked him to leave he would have  ❜

  ❛  there are countless ways to open a carcass  ❜

  ❛  all i’ve ever wanted to be was useful  ❜

  ❛  there’s still time to be saved  ❜

  ❛  shut up  ;  i know the story  ,  or at least the lesson  ❜

  ❛  you wont find it  ;  you won’t find whatever you’re looking for  ❜

  ❛  i could get away with being clumsy with knives  ❜

  ❛  i want to study the mechanics of leaving  ❜

  ❛  any adjective can be true if you cry hard enough  ❜

  ❛  i see little futures in the distance but none belong  ❜

  ❛  i am beginning to forget what i expect from the world i always knew  ❜

  ❛  you can’t think of regret as a town you move too when grief snores too loud  ❜

  ❛  in death we belong to everyone  ❜

  ❛  i want to return to my old body  ❜

  ❛  i think the life i want is the life i have  ,  but how can i be sure ?  ❜

#《 prompts . . . 》