[sticky entry] Sticky: A DW muselist.

MUSELIST


Organized for your viewing pleasure.

KINGDOM HEARTS



OTHER FANDOMS
Includes: Umineko, Digimon, Code Geass, Rockman, Fate, My Little Pony:FiM and Shadowrun.


OCs


I still have quite a bunch to move over, but uh. I'm mostly moving the ones I still use.

Original LJ muselist is over here: CLICKY!
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NOW CALL.

This is just another...

CALL ME OUT: THE MEME

Where you ask for a character and if the muse is not dead or sleeping or something, I appear and go YAY at you.

You can set things yourself or I can set them and we all giggle like idiots.


Disclaimer:

I don't answer for anything that calling out a Xehanort or Sammael can cause.

I just don't know what went wrong...

Sometimes, after a party usually, the Prince would call Stephane to take over the bedroom duties.

Of course, it wasn't something Stephane was really mad about. Even if to be sincere he was pretty fed up with the whole having sex with girls who actually wanted to sleep with the prince so they would get privileges, he knew that duties were duties, and Stephane wasn't one to go back on his word.

Stupid word.


But damn, Stephane hadn't signed up to be called at god knows what hour to do this. And much less on his stupid free day (which if we are technical was over, since it was already monday).

But like the idiot he was, there he was. Sitting. Waiting to do god knows what with god knows who.

Probably while the little princely troll ate imaginary popcorn and made silly comments. Or something. Whatever.

Actually the Prince had left the room a while ago. Now, that was something new... Wouldn't he stay this time? It would make things a lot less awkward.


And all the information he had? It had pretty much gone like this:

"Stephane, you are early."
Early? Well, that was something. If anything he expected 'late'.... Probably the rage made him walk faster?
"Yeah, I'm efficient like that."
"Well, that's good. We have a special guest, and while we were chatting a bit, I don't think I can really keep up with her without dedicating some time to her."
"Yes, yes, the usual."
"Not quite, but you'll see."


And that. Was. It.

And of course, he wouldn't go cheating to see what the future had in store for him. Oh no. Well. It could've been worse. At least he knew she was a girl.


[OOC: Here you go Miyu. We can say that caster (who god knows how, arrived to this world, esa es cosa tuya, inventa lo que quieras) was chatting a bit with the Prince (who is quite the charming gentleman, if you ignore the fact that he's a reverse trap) and then the Prince offered to let her meet his Knight.

Said something about them having a whole damn lot in common.

Of course the troll didn't even tell Stephane that he wasn't here to do specific sex things. Because he's an ass.

So uh. Nice HUGE expensive looking bedroom. Stephane sitting on a chair. Setting de 20 segundos.]
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Come to me, mr. future jedi dude xD

Izar liked drawing. Oh he really did.

And that was okay, he drew people, and animals, and places, and people again, and stars. He drew lots of stars, both in artsy ways and in a very detailed scientific ways. He drew starry moonlit landscapes and he drew maps of the sky as seen from each place he visited.

Izar was a simple person, who liked drawing and stars.


But sometimes Izar drew things he didn't intend to.

He had learned why by now, not like the first drawings he had made as a small child. He knew there was no point to panicking or fighting it when his hands started drawing almost on their own, when his mind was full of images that made no sense.

It was okay. The Force was whispering things. The Force wanted to tell him something. The Force wanted to be heard.

So he drew.


That was okay, too.

Master had told him, however, that he shouldn't draw under strange mind altering situations. Izar didn't drink or smoke or consume any weird kinds of things, so he was okay. He usually tried to avoid drawing when he was sick or when things looked strange around.

So that time, when he had drawn that particular drawing, that had been wrong.


Rawiya was his dear friend. Rawiya was a little weird, and pushy, and Izar sometimes felt really awkward around him (especially when it came to talking about sex) but he was still his dear friend, right?

So he shouldn't have drawn that one time. That time when Rawiya asked him to. And he had drawn that horrible thing... It was still on his notebook. He just hadn't felt strong enough to look at it again, not even to tear the page down...


But that was past, and Izar had been trying to draw something new for him since then.

Yet, no matter how much he tried, somehow all the drawings he wanted to make for Rawiya came out wrong.

His notebook was looking more and more like one of those weird magazines they sold in weird worlds. Izar wasn't even sure if a back could really bend that way.

Anatomical inaccuracy was horrible ok.


So he worried. And frowned. And ended up with drawings that should not be shown to other people.

Maybe the Force was trying to tell him something? He wasn't sure what kind of thing it would say with THOSE drawings, but questioning the Force's will wasn't his job, right?

So when Master allowed him a small vacation (because unlike with backs, Izar knew that ribs certainly weren't supposed to bend like his had), he sent a message to his friend.

Maybe when he met Rawiya things would clear up a bit.

Right?



[That was a long prose intro. Come at me Rawi. You have a message from your friendsie, Izar. The same dude that you kissed in that drunk meme and who drew creepy shit for you. Because this happens like, a bunch of weeks after that meme.]
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[personal profile] schemingly2012-04-04 01:46 pm

Sora tries to fix his relationship with Ienzo, take 2.

[Sometimes, looking back, he wondered why he had stopped them from properly murdering Sora that time.

He remembered being tired of revenge ploys, and from trying to feel hatred so hard.

But that was still not an excuse.

He had no sympathy for that man, none at all. Or so he liked to think.

He liked to think that it happened because he was disgusted by the idea of Sora managing to worm his way into his heart again. Or whatever was left of it.

But he really wasn't.


Still, it was all pointless thoughts that would change nothing. Sora was fortunately too busy trying to fix whatever was left of himself and whatever was left of the man who was not quite Xehanort.

And Ienzo was too busy trying to fix all the damaged people around him. At least they could be fixed.

So he was fine.

Right?]




[OOC: SO, it's the first time they meet since Ienzo stopped everyone from murdering Sora? I'LL BE USING ALL MY ZEXION/IENZOS ACCOUNTSES. COME AT ME, TSU XD]
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[personal profile] trapslight2012-01-06 04:02 pm

INAUGURACION MUSEBOXERA GLORIOSA.

When he wasn't busy founding religions or playing with his kids, Malaika loved visiting his friends.

He normally wasn't the kind of person who would randomly pop up uninvited, but it was really difficult to send visit letters or announcements when one lived in a different world, so popping up and politely knocking was the best thing.

It wasn't as if the dreams would tell him anything that he couldn't already see, wasn't it?

So he popped up from time to time and knocked.

Knock, knock.

And waited. Because hey, he didn't want to interrupt any pervy dreams or anything.

Malaika was all politeness, after all.