Mun has been sucked into world of TV tropes for three days straight. Instead of you know, writing prompts or doing anything productive with me aside from figure out what tropes I fit.

Please send scotch sharp pointy things a rescue team a rescue team and scotch.

Also she's been reading Herodotus and is somewhere between laughing her head off and thinking Xerxes was kind of a snarky badass. Like I said. RESCUE TEAM AND SCOTCH, PLEASE.

Pick one of my characters and I'll tell you...

→ why I decided to play this character
→ my favorite scene or bit of interaction concerning this character to date
→ my favorite original aspect about this character (world-building for ocs or head-canon for fcs)
→ the last thing they did "off screen"
→ what their last words would be if they died tomorrow
→ what the next thing I'm doing for them is (narrative, post, shelving, whatever)

BONUS ROUND:
» I will tell you what character of yours I'd like to play mine against
» you may ask me a free question

Active muses: seraphsariel, l_vorenus, ___lucifer, ponyineedyou, lt_col_hughes, impalasandpie

Step up, writers, and brace yourself. Today’s exercise involves all those people in your head. Gather them together, have them get comfortable. All set? Good. Now, the task before you is quite simple. Below is a list of qualities or other factors. You must, with the input of your muses, choose one of them as the one being best suited for each section.

I…I…Oh god. Okay. For all intensive purposes, I’m using the following muses (some have journals, some don’t): Sariel, Lucifer, Metatron, Uriel [All mine] and Lucius Vorenus [l_vorenus] (HBO’s Rome)

( Of all your muses, which one is… )

Talk about the process you go through when formulating new storylines for your muses. Let us in on how you process a new storyline. What excites you and what makes it fall flat?

I have to admit that Sariel, in general, doesn’t fall into the slot where she has longer storylines anymore. It’s a bit of a shame, as I’ve the whole of history to explore with her, but at the same token I’ve realized that she just isn’t suited to carry a long story on her own. She’s always been in the supporting cast role, and probably always will be.

Certainly she’s a part of three much longer plots. However, these plots have never really made it to her journal, mostly because they’re all a part of the comic scripts that myself and my artist are working on – admittedly very slowly. The scripts for each are all well over 100 pages, and in all three, she’s directly involved with events (but mostly through being named dropped in discussion in relation to major events.) Lucifer’s always been the main character of those larger stories because I feel he’s a stronger character than Sariel and more compelling in terms of motivations. Sariel’s pretty simple in comparison, and, by comparison, is pretty static compared to the rest of the cast.

There’s also the very honest fact that I just don’t have the skill to pull of a longer plot line in prose format. No harm in that. I’ve always been a dialogue writer. Description is VERY tedious for me and I have little skill at it. One aim of this journal has been to improve upon that, and while I feel that I have, I’ve much longer to go.

Of course there’s exceptions, and I blame the wonderfulness that is/was/I’m not sure where it stands at the moment known as unter_allen’s mafia verse. This was probably the first and only time I ended up getting completely and utterly enveloped in a plot that wasn’t just me sitting and hacking at a computer all day, and it was something I enjoyed primarily because it was so not what I normally do. I got to develop and play with characters I’d never use normally (my usually neglected account for Lucius Vorenus [l_vorenus] is a nice example). Sometimes I like going back and playing with this verse, although usually interest from other people who were involved wanes and waxes, as it does.

Really when it comes to collaborative plotting, I like just being able to sit down and bounce ideas back and forth off of a person. The more enthused their response, the more excited I become and eventually the session results in this hyperactive game of volley ball. But with plotting. I know of one person that I do this with a lot can either love it or hate it depending on the interest level she has at the moment, which can make me a pain to work with.

If I’m plotting by myself, it’s usually a lot more simple. I have a beginning point and I have an end point I want to reach. I start with the one scene I know that kicks everything off, and I just let whatever happens next fall out onto the page. I don’t put a lot of forethought into an initial draft. It isn’t until I reach my end point, whatever that may be, do I sit down, look and everything and go, “Huh. Does that make sense? Am I proud to have written this?” And then it’s time to revives.

It’s all about enthusiasm for me, in the end. And if you aren’t enjoying a plot, why the hell are you even doing it?

Word count: 585

22.C2: Lair

I cannot tell you how long ago it was, for no one keeps count of the years anymore, but one of our women was wandering in the desert. A violent stand storm had blown her off of her path, landing her near the highest mountains here. From where she stood, she could see another storm coming in on the horizon, and so she began to climb the mountain, hoping to find a safe cave until the storm passed. Perhaps if she climbed high enough, she would be able to find her way home.

Eventually, the woman did find a cave to hide in. It’s opening was wide, and inside was cool. She had no fear of any creatures in the cave, and so the woman sat down not too far from the entrance and rested.

( When she awoke, the woman beheld a bright light at the edge of the cavern.  )

Word count: 859

Note: This is probably the most stupidly self indulgent thing I have ever written. Ever.

So, first and foremost thanks goes to notetheherotype's mun for letting me have Tony be one of the main characters here. Then to gene_driver, combat_rockstar and the_melon_lord's muns for the beta read and then to all the other muns I harassed for permission to use their characters and especially those I asked about getting the voices right. To those used who I didn't get in touch with, I hope I didn't muss up too badly.

All muses are used with love and include: nottheherotype, ___lucifer, l_vorenus, combat_rockstar, fortress_stance, gene_driver, holditiobject, lingua_mysteria, mabofwinterdark, verily_ergo, princesseimi, spare_epithets, stupid_zeros, one_who_flies and swimmingusoftly plus whoever else I forgot, not to mention a mun, the Doctor who belongs to the BBC, Miram and Carrings who belongs to combat_rockstar's mun and Madame Masque/Giulietta Nefaria who belongs to Marvel comics, and I think that's everyone.

And I swear to god, if you read this and don't comment I will shank you.

sunday_reveries: "This is the life we chose, the life we lead. And there is only one guarantee: none of us will see heaven." -Road to Perdition

“Oh for- Stop playing around and shoot her already, would you?” Tony said. “This has taken too long anyway.”

Sariel stared at him. “Head or heart, sir?”

Tony groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He appreciated Sariel’s desire to get things right, but this was getting to be too much. “Take your pick. I really don’t care.”

The gun was fired. A thud followed after, with the body hitting the floor. Sariel gave a small sigh of relief and removed the silencer from her sidearm, glad that everything had been taken care of. Tony then turned to Altair.

“Take care of the body and dump it somewhere, would you? Somewhere obvious, though.” Tony grinned. “I want people to see this.”

Altair nodded and walked out of the room to get the car started.

This was the conclusion of two week’s worth of chaos that had come from outside of the city’s usual mafia members.

( It all started at Stark Industries itself, when one of the company’s new prototype missiles, one that had been commissioned by the US military itself, was discovered to be missing... )

word count: 7138 words

92.4: We all have things in our lives we cling to, whether they are morals, people, or simply things. Write a fic showing us what your muse values most in life and what they are willing to do to hold on to it.

Long ago, before time itself
There were two children.
The boy, if he could be called such
Was tall and handsome.
He was quiet, save when he spoke.
When he did speak, he was bold and thoughtful.
The girl, if she could be called such.
Was also tall, but more rugged and fierce.
She was loud and violent.
When she was quiet though, she was intelligent.

They were raised together.
Not as brother and sister, but as commanders
For each had been promised to the military.
The boy learned politics and strategy and weapons
The girl learned strategy and weapons, but did not bother with politics.

When it came time for them to take their posts
( The girl turned to boy and said )

Word count: 936

I did this for Lucifer a few months ago, and I figured that since I use Sariel a lot more for serious stuff, it may be a good idea to have a quick but detailed introduction to her and her world that doesn’t mean going to the website and reading ten million pages.

A quick character sketch kind of goes like this: Sariel is six feet and four inches of warrior instinct, intense loyalty and a whole lot of attitude. She pledges her complete and utter loyalty to Lucifer first and foremost, acts as one of his advisors, and manages about four departments of Hell including being one of seven heads of the redemption department. Her general disposition is one of aloofness, choosing only to involve herself when she feels she or her friends are at a high risk. When that happens, she snaps into an aggressive general, willing to destroy anything until told to stop. Over the years this instinct has decreased significantly, but is still there and will spring back if the right opportunity presents itself.

Note: In Sariel’s world, God has no gender – It is a being whose true form is beyond comprehension, so it shifts into human forms to communicate.

( Part I: Sariel’s History )

( Part II: Hell and Fallen )

( Part III: Influences )

( Part IV: Powers and Relationships )

( Part V: Verses )

Tony, not to be out done by that other thing but...this might just do it.

Your "fans" create the best entertainment ever.

Stark, have you seen this?

Because that's just special.

[OOC: Also the comic updated today for the first time in about three months! 8D!!]

Because apparently Sariel fails at speaking in hiaku, these began to pop up here, there and everywhere

( Nudity under the cut )

*waiting for megurine_luka for shenanigans*

"War is cruelty, and none can make it gentle." The Battle of the Strong by Gilbert Parker

Sleep was not something that came easy to her now. There were nights that her body would ache and demand rest, but every time she closed her eyes, she would jolt awake out of fear of reliving the battle field. It wasn’t that what she did bother her, but rather the screams of her comrades as they lay dying. Sariel knew nothing she could do would help them, and so she ignored them and continued to fight against Michael and his armies.

Tonight however, she managed to shut those screams out and curl up on her cot, a thick blue blanket wrapped around her. She made a small murmur in her sleep and shifted positions. It was cozy under that blanket. Safe. ( No one else to worry about, just her. )

Word count: 1645

And 24 hours later...

DAMN it feels good to be tall.

Because chat demanded it. For unter_allen

( Betting is bad, mmmkay? )

88.2.C: "Do not speak of evil for it creates curiosity in the hearts of the young.”

Exert from Medieval Spirituality: A Source Book – page 237

The following is a devil tail. These sorts of stories were common to be heard in sermons given during the 13th and 14th centuries, and were used to reinforce morals. This particular tale is anonymous, and was found in a book keeper’s shop in Ravenna in 1959. While there is no truth in these stories whatsoever, there is some deviation from typical devil tales in that the demon here is a woman with a strange description – a combination of French and Muslim. This perhaps demonstrates xenophobia of the preacher who told the tale. At the very least, the text provides a level of information on how business was perceived to be potentially sinful at the time, as well as demonstrates a more mischievous nature assigned with demons and devils rather than the pure evil, as is typically assigned of medieval religion and it’s attitudes towards such things.

Not too far from Ravenna, there lived a young man, called Antonio. He had little left in the world, for most of his family had died during the plague. Why he was spared is no business but God’s, but such tragedy did not deter him from his faith. He praised God daily for his life, for his food, for his shelter, and for his success, as Antonio was a man who sold and traded goods. He had gained a good sum of money, and while he gave some money to the church as alms, he kept most of it for himself in order to attract a beautiful wife.

( Not long ago he had heard stories of the devil traveling the roads of Italy, looking for souls to buy and innocent Christians that he could make appear foolish... )

Word count: 870

Quick drabble fic. Idea came from Tony's mun, and is based around events in this thread.

Tony (nottheherotype) and Zach (iron_marksman) are used with love.

( In a resturaunt with so much class, if we stopped laughing we could almost pass... )

Mun is more or less off hiatus and dealing with uhm...lovely Jersey weather. Will be starting work soon though, so availability on Mondays and Tuesdays will decrease for a time, and then come June, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays my availability will decrease.

1. Who are you?
2. Yay! How long have we been RPing together?
3. What was your first impression about our RPs? (i.e., were you nervous, intimidated, disappointed, impressed, amused, annoyed?)
4. First characters we played together?
5. Most amusing scene from one of our RPs?
6. Most depressing?
7. Sappiest/most romantic?
8. Cutest couple from our RPs?
9. Cutest friends?
10. What's your favorite character that I play? Why?
11. Least favorite? Why?
12. Something you'd like to RP/see happen in an RP with me at some point (no matter how random!)?
13. Name a song that reminds you of one of our couples/one of my characters and why you chose it.
14. Anything in particular that makes my style of RPing stand out from others'?
15. Anything I could improve on?
16. Character of mine you'd like to see more of?