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considering making a hub for all muses and mainly roleplaying on discord. want to write, don’t have the energy for tumblr. thoughts?

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i'm  not  needy.  you're  antarctic.

ㅤㅤicy  blue  eyes  narrowed  as  she  looked  over  at  him,  rocker  t  shirt  and  unkempt  hair  sticking  out  from  all  sides.  she  was  fond  of  @hawkinshellraiser  despite  their  clear  differences,  but  her  favorite  thing  about  him,  begrudging  as  it  was,  was  his  ability  to  call  her  on  her  bullshit.  he  didn't  pussyfoot  around  her,  not  like  steve  or  jonathan.  he  treated  her  like  she  was  real. 

 ㅤㅤ"  hey  -  SCREW  YOU.  I  am  not  antarctic.  I'm  just  not  soft,  there  is  a  difference  Munson.  sorry  if  you  don't  get  that.  "

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thrust.

dialogue prompts from thrust: a novel by lidia yuknavitch.

sometimes the story of who you might become comes before you understand it.

it's much easier to study the emotions of another than try to feel them for yourself.

stasis can kill a person.

no one ever becomes anything stuck inside staring at shadows, languishing in plato's cave. you can forget you have a body at all, living that way.

being alive means walking toward death.

i better get back home, before there's trouble.

the holes in a girl have to fill with something.

are you fucking with me?

the whole concept of evil: what the hell is that all about?

my love of _____ is bigger than a lot of things.

i love you. my love will always be in your body.

your grief is killing you.

remember: you can't save anyone.

i have never felt homesick.

i feel hope-sick.

hold as still as a statue.

i've never met a _____ like you before.

perhaps 'monstrous' is just another word for 'magnificent'.

fiction and fact are not at war.

the body has its own calculus, doesn't it?

everyone shifts masks, every hour of the day.

maybe sometimes, death isn't death anymore.

do you suffer when you sleep? does it stay with you when you wake?

i don't know how to talk about what it means to be haunted.

i don't know if that was love, or something else.

there is no word for what we are to each other.

where are your parents? where do you live?

how do we assemble our hearts, to keep us from breaking apart?

when did you stop ____?

there's a world of shit in your eyes.

i'm not allowed to have _____.

i can't remember ever being [age].

i wish i were anyone else's daughter.

no one should ever have to live like this.

isn't 'enforcing freedom' an oxymoron?

i have nowhere to go but down.

i can hear your accent. you think it's gone, but it's not.

i want to kill you, but you're already dead.

no one wants kids like us.

you will never be apart from me. i will always be with you.

tell me how long to kneel and i'll do it. you know i will.

the death of languages is what precedes the death of the world.

it's not understanding i want, it's attention.

remember to stay human.

tell me what you feel in your body.

grief does not exist in linear time.

when do you feel most human?

you're like a secular angel.

it's okay. i know where the story's going.

memory is just making stories.

studying a thing isn't the same as being a part of it.

don't take things that are not yours.

memory is proof that imagination is a real place.

a story can be anything, at any moment, if we need it badly enough.

you don't look crazy.

how is anyone supposed to know who they are, anymore?

even if you are crazy, you're okay.

grief is an object you have to carry over time, like a body.

isn't everything everywhere resting on bones?

the past gets buried, but it comes back when people least expect. like ice melting away, or water rising.

that story took a very sad turn.

not all stories happen with a beginning, a middle, and an end. maybe they never do. end, that is.

nothing is more important than giving children stories they can grab onto and live by.

there is no place that recognizes 'mother' as a form of employment.

we could have been anything. we could, still.

between 'inert' and 'pervert', i choose pervert.

why does no one listen to children?

it's not wrong to want to be loved.

i'm not needy. you're just antarctic.

have you ever had opium tea? i have some at my place. i live very near here.

you're the most sentimental brute i've ever known.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀- ȷᥙs𝗍 ᥴᥲᥣᥣ mᥡ ᥒᥲmᥱ, 'ᥴᥲᥙsᥱ і'ᥣᥣ һᥱᥲr ᥡ᥆ᥙ sᥴrᥱᥲm ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

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⠀⠀-⠀ independent selective Edward Munson, adapted to multiple verses and fandoms. transmasculine and pansexual (male leaning), versatile dominant. dark themes present such as homophobia and transphobia, drug abuse, death, blasphemy. PROCEED WITH CAUTION! a study in surpassing expectations, sex, drugs, rock and roll, midwestern homophobia, satanic panic, classism, and not running away. ⠀⠀

⠀ + possessed by j (they/he). ten years rp experience. est october 2022.

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I am trying to come back today. on this blog I'm writing fancy witch OC ( eden ), snobby wendigo survivor ( emily ), psycho clown stan ( harley ), starry sandwich connoisseur ( jill ), shotgun sweetie ( nancy ), and bad bitch final girl ( sidney ). hit me up for plots, I need even loose plots to get this thing going.

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do you guys ever go back and read some of your writing and just wish you could go back???

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maybe we attempt a little ic wire fun today

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Selina today ― multi tomorrow

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ㅤㅤway down in the dark alleyway , somewhere in the garden state , a girl from the poor side of town waits. she has my name but not my face. and I tried to let her be someone , hoping when the morning comes that she's not another hit and run but EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT PEOPLE DISAPPEAR HERE. 

ㅤㅤindependent writing blog for SELINA KYLE originally of DETECTIVE COMICS but completely rewritten and reimagined by νєη∂єттα  🔪

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sorry i tried to kill u can we still fuck

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happy holidays and merry crisis worsties. I’m going to attempt a write this evening if the gods will allow so cross your fingers for me! I hope everyone has had a great week 🖤🖤

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✧ —𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒

[ send +reverse for the roles to be swapped, when applicable ]

🌲: for our muses to go out and buy/cut down a Christmas tree

🎄: for our muses to decorate a Christmas tree together

🎁: for my muse to receive a gift from your muse

🛒: for our muses to go holiday shopping together

⛸️: for our muses to go out ice skating together

🔔: for our muses to deck the halls

🎵: for our muses to go caroling

🎅: for our muses to write letters to Santa Claus

✒️: for my muse to write a holiday letter to your muse

☕: for my muse to offer your muse a cup of hot chocolate

📺: for our muses to watch a holiday movie together

🥂: for my muse to offer yours some spiked eggnog (or other alcoholic beverage)

🍪: for our muses to bake holiday cookies together

🍽️: for our muses to cook/eat a holiday meal together

🌟: for our muses to wish upon a shooting star

❄️: for our muses to get stuck inside during a snow storm

⛄: for our muses to build a snowman together

🎀: for my muse to help your muse wrap gifts

⚡: for our muses to lose power in the middle of a snow storm

💋: for our muses to share a kiss under the mistletoe

🛷: for our muses to go on a sleigh ride

🔥: for our muses to cozy up in front of the fireplace

🧣: for my muse to give yours their scarf/jacket to keep warm

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i want you carnally *shoves a knife into your abdomen*

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ㅤㅤ   ”Let’s  flip  a  coin.  Heads,  I’m  yours.  Tails,  you’re  mine.”

ㅤㅤ   slowly,  she  slid  her  hand  into  the  warmth  of  his  lettermen's  jacket,  feeling  the  bulge  of  his  muscles  beneath  her  fingers.  they  hadn't  been  together  very  long  but  she'd  known  @nightmarishwritings  for  a  while.  the  appeal  was  there  and,  not  for  the  first  time,  Emily  was  reminded  that  she  wasn't  just  with  Matt  to  make  Mike  jealous.  HE  REALLY  DID  HAVE  POTENTIAL  and  she  did  have  a  good  time  with  him.  “  sounds  like  I  win  either  way..  ”  she  leaned  up  on  her  toes,  pressing  slightly  into  him  as  she  pressed  her  lips  against  his. 

 ㅤㅤ   she  hummed  as  she  pulled  away  from  the  kiss,  tongue  circling  her  lips  as  if  she  might  bring  in  more  of  his  flavor.  “  so  have  you  decided  about  tonight?  ”

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ㅤㅤ   five  years  old  ,  the  first  day  of  kindergarten.  Maureen  had  hung  around  the  classroom  waiting  for  Sidney  to  cry  and  want  to  leave  ,  and  she  would  have  ―  if  it  hadn’t  been  for  tiny  blonde  Tatum  coming  over  to  talk  about  the  bracelet  she’d  worn  that  first  day.  it  was  a  good  luck  charm  from  her  mom,  a  silver  chain  with  a  T  charm  hanging.  Sidney  wore  a  similar  one,  probably  bought  at  the  same  place,  her  swinging  charm  an  S. 

ㅤㅤ   ten  years  later  ,  Dewey’s  face  is  buried  in  his  hand  ,  mumbling  curses  over  and  over  as  Tatum  tries  ,  and  fails  ,  not  to  laugh  about  the  fire  hydrant  she’d  hit.  ‘  you’ll  never  get  your  license  at  this  rate.  ‘  Sidney  cries  from  the  backseat  ,  but  she’s  laughing  too.

ㅤㅤ   senior  year  ,  everything  is  supposed  to  be  perfect.  they’ll  graduate  together  ,  go  to  college  together  ,  marry  Billy  and  Stu  and  have  the  lives  they  always  wanted.  except  ,  no  ,  it  doesn’t  work  out  like  that.  Billy  and  Stu  are  arrested  ,  Dewey  is  badly  hurt  ,  and  Tatum  is……dead?  no.  she’s  not  dead.  she  survived  the  attack  ,  and  sure  she  will  have  a  few  scars  but  she’s  still  there.  she  didn’t  leave  Sidney  alone…..

ㅤㅤ   she could never do something like that.

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ps any muse I have ever had their main ship is with @jesvshotsaucechristmascake or any of their blogs so write that down thanks

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ㅤㅤ   sharp  pain  shot  through  her  chest  as  she  stared  at  the  blonde  before  her.  part  of  her  couldn't  believe  what  was  happening,  how  someone  who  two  months  ago  was  considered  a  best  friend  could  now  be  the  complete  opposite.  venom  spewing  from  her  lips  and  all  Emily  wanted  to  do  was  tear  the  braid  straight  from  her  head,  maybe  spin  her  around  by  her  braid  and  toss  her  into  Mike's  arms.  LET  THEM  HAVE  EACH  OTHER  -  she  didn't  care  anymore. 

ㅤ  ㅤ  “  you  want  me  to  be  so  mad  but  like  -  why?  I  have  had  him,  been  there  done  that.  ”  her  eyes  narrowed  as  she  looked  at  @omniterror,  one  hand  going  to  her  hip  as  she  began  to  smile.  the  situation  was  becoming  comical.  she  had  decided  to  drag  Matt  up  to  the  mountain  for  one  reason  and  one  reason  only,  and  she  was  about  to  succeed  in  her  mission.  she  blinked  once,  looking  from  Jess  to  Matt  behind  her  and  back.  taking  one  step  forward,  she  lowered  her  voice  so  only  the  blonde  could  hear.  “  tell  me,  princess…  ”  with  her  lips  just  an  inch  from  her  former  friends,  she  breathed  the  words.  “  do  you  taste  the  cherries  when  he's  kissing  you?  WONDER  WHERE  THAT  COMES  FROM...  ”