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hiatus on all my blogs for the foreseeable future <3

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i'm over on @ruinborn for the evening while i watch through the film and gif my big boy. <3

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he  stood,   immovable  &  steadfast.   like  that  of  a  dark  altar,  carved  from  the  shadows  of  which  he  was  born.   a  truely  hellish  figure.   the  single  light  cast  upon  him  made  every  hardened  muscle  look  as  if  it  were  chiseled  from  marble.   his  veins  twisted  like  the  snakes  of  eden   beneath  his  taut  flesh.   the  mask  he  wore  consumed  his  features  and  his  face  was  as  a  visage  of  death,   the  metal  mouthpiece  of  hell  itself,   leaving  only  eyes  that  were  deep  and  hollow.   he  said  nothing,  he  didn't  need  to  when  he  knew  that  it  was   he  who  would  bring  the  reckoning  that  gotham  deserved.   the   executioner  of  greed,   sanctified  by  violence.   salvation  or  damnation,  the  choice  is  yours. ©

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here is the list of muses that will be on this blog officially after i get the time to rearrange things!

aniela sinclair ( the first selkie, adelaide kane )

bastien dubois ( aniela's husband and bayou demon, aaron pierre )

cael sinclair ( aniela's "twin" brother, matthew gray gubler ) / only available for some verses

samael sinclair ( aniela's older brother, jonathan bailey ) / only available for some verses

ithuriel sinclair ( aniela's eldest brother, kit harrington ) / only available for some verses

torben beck ( aniela's adoptive father, mads mikkelsen ) / only available for some verses

felipe beck ( aniela's other adoptive father, pedro pascal ) / only available for some verses

alek whitlock ( death, jeffrey dean morgan ) / appears in most of the verses, a constant.

chase whitlock ( son of death, matthew daddario ) / only available for some verses

chrys whitlock ( daughter of death, india eisley ) / only available for some verses

santiago ortega ( lover of death, javier bardem ) / only available for some verses

drina thorne ( surgeon/scientist, famke janssen ) / only available for some verses

deacon thorne ( chemist, bill skarsgard ) / only available for some verses

ronan cross ( bodyguard, tom hardy ) / only available for some verses

julian cross ( bodyguard, rahul kohli ) / only available for some verses

mikhail sokolov ( assassin, aidan turner ) / only available for some verses

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heeeeyyyyy, so i'm super sorry for the whiplash, y'all, but i am going to move bane BACK to his own blog. he's just very much rolling around inside of my head. and for here... after a lot of deliberation, consideration and thinking in my noggin, this is still going to be a multi-muse blog, but i've realized that i'm more interested in writing and being online for the muses that really truly inspire me, and honestly that's ani and all of my muses connected to her, and the world i've built for all of them. so this is going to be transitioning into an oc-only blog, focusing on my lore for ani and the muses i've developed around her. :))))

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my dog just shit on my foot-

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heeeeyyyyy, so i'm super sorry for the whiplash, y'all, but i am going to move bane BACK to his own blog. he's just very much rolling around inside of my head. and for here... after a lot of deliberation, consideration and thinking in my noggin, this is still going to be a multi-muse blog, but i've realized that i'm more interested in writing and being online for the muses that really truly inspire me, and honestly that's ani and all of my muses connected to her, and the world i've built for all of them. so this is going to be transitioning into an oc-only blog, focusing on my lore for ani and the muses i've developed around her. :))))

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iykyk... i'm back on my midnight mass bullshit again. :')

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heeeeyyyyy, so i'm super sorry for the whiplash, y'all, but i am going to move bane BACK to his own blog. he's just very much rolling around inside of my head. and for here... after a lot of deliberation, consideration and thinking in my noggin, this is still going to be a multi-muse blog, but i've realized that i'm more interested in writing and being online for the muses that really truly inspire me, and honestly that's ani and all of my muses connected to her, and the world i've built for all of them. so this is going to be transitioning into an oc-only blog, focusing on my lore for ani and the muses i've developed around her. :))))

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⊰⊰ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄 ⊱⊱

this is an excerpt of something from a group verse, but is loosely based on a verse where aniela is actually still an angel, with her brothers cael, samael, and ithuriel. ithuriel, the oldest, has long been dead, and samael has just died, and so all that remains is aniela and cael. please read tags before proceeding.

You don't remember when you had come outside, nor did you recall seeing Samael come home, but his voice, light and airy greets you as you sit up from the grass that you're laying on.

" I got you a gift, dear sister. "

And your face blooms into excitement because Samael always brought you the best gifts! Eagerly do your palms face upward as you shift to your knees, reminiscent to the beggars and Jesus' feet, and a moment later, Samael is pressing a keychain into your hand, a little fuzzy seal. Your favorite animal.

" Oh, Samael, it's so cute! Thank you! " Your joy, your delight, how much you love your brother pours from the tone in your voice and the way you throw your arms around him in gratitude. Your face buries affectionately against his neck as he laughs, that warm comforting sound that you always felt safe in. And when you pull away, you gaze upon his countenance . . . which has vanished. His mouth is open in agony and he has no eyes, golden blood dripping from the sockets down his pristinely pale cheeks. His hands suddenly grab your face, and he screams at you, a piercing, wretched sound and then your body jerks awake.

A hoarse, wrecked cry tears through the angel's throat as she scrambles, fresh tears staining and splotching her face. She'd screamed his name, she'd screamed Samael's name, and only when does everything slowly fog back into her mind does Aniela wail into the air. Heavy wings wrap around her form, cocooning her in a tight embrace while she cries. This lasts for a few more minutes, maybe seven, before none other than her beloved other brother enters the room. The only brother she had left.

" Hey little bird, it's all right, shh, shh . . ."

Cael's long arms come to wrap around her shaking body before his hands gently push her wings out of the way. He takes hold of her cheeks, thumbs doing their best to wipe away the tears that seem to be endless. And it shatters him, just a little. " Does it hurt, Ani Beth? "

She nods. Of course she nods, because the loss of her brother has been agonizing. She nods and her hands lay over Cael's on her cheeks. " I miss him, Cael. I want him back, I need him back "

" I know, little bird, I know. I want him back too. But I have something that will help. " He murmurs quietly, as if to a scared animal, to quell them, to ease them. And from his pocket he produces a vial of clear liquid and a syringe. " Hold your arm out for me, yeah? "

And she knows, she knows that she shouldn't, but she's too exhausted to complain. She's too agonized to fight, because she does, she wants the pain to go away. " Will it hurt? " She asks as her arm extends toward her brother, who starts to tie one of her golden hair ribbons around her arm. He ties it tight, but it does it's job enough and her vein raises.

" Just for a second, but you'll feel better right after, I promise. " He fills the syringe and flicks it with his fingers, and lowers the needle to her arm.

" Wait, Cael- " But he's quick about it, injecting the drug into her system, and like he promised, there was a pinch of pain, but then her lids are fluttering and she feels a warmth spreading through her entire body, and the hands of sleep are pulling and tugging at her. She's barely coherent once more, but with what little consciousness she has left, she mutters a soft, " Gratias tibi ago, frater. " And she falls under sleep's spell once again.

Cael kisses her forehead and pulls the covers up over her, and he sits there on the side of her bed, praying that God would forgive him.

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just so everyone knows ( and probably unsurprising ), aniela sinclair and bane are like, the main primary muses on this blog, but i really would love to get things going for everyone, so don't be discouraged if you see me writing as my main muses, if you're interested in a different muse! i wanna develop and build all of them with you all!

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good morning, dewdrops!!!

i've come to the realization that unless i click really well with someone, i may not be good at plotting LOL so while there are certain things that are going to require some plotting on here, i'm gonna try....to wing it... kinda. which means you can send me things if you want even if we've not plotted :')

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Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them.

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i know he was a piece of shit person, but bro hulk now too???

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gm dewdrops!!! today might be a quiet day, the night terrors were acting up last night, and i am so exhausted now 🤪

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⊰⊰ @salvatoraes 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 :

[ CHIN ]: as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

The  woods  were  nice,  especially  at  night.   Though  not  as  nice  as  the  seaside.   As  the  selkie  looked  down  at  the  creek,  she  briefly  wondered  how  long  it  would  take  for  her  to  follow  it  to  the  ocean.   She  sighed.   The  ache  she  felt  at  the  absence  of  everything  that  was  the  sea  felt  like  a gaping  wound  on  her  heart... but  she  was  being   rude.   Here  she  had  asked  Stefan  to  join  her  on  a  walk,  and  she  was   moping.

❛     I'm sorry.     ❜   She  apologized  in  earnest.   She  swallowed  down  the  urge  to  say  more,  but  it  didn't  work  and  before  she  could  stop  herself,  she  had  started  rambling.   ❛     I just really miss home.  I miss the sea.  I miss swimming all day and-     ❜   Mouth  snaps  shut,  eyebrows  furrowing  with  regret.   ❛     Not that I don't like it here!  I do!     ❜   She  huffs,  suddenly  feeling  like  she's  digging  herself  a  hole  too  deep  that  she  can't  climb  out  of.   ❛     What I meant was-     ❜

Stefan's  index  finger  hooks  under  her  chin,  and  he  tilts  her  head  up  and  despite  the  way  her  eyes  had  glossed  over  like  she  was  going  to  cry,  dark  hues  meet  his  own.   She'd  worried  that  she  said  something  wrong,  but  when  his  thumb  strokes  over  her  skin,  she  flushes  and  swallows.   The  urge  to  lean  into  the  touch  is  overwhelming,  but  she  doesn't.

❛     I'm sorry,     ❜   She  murmurs  again.   Sometimes  she  wished  that  she  could  just  keep  her  mouth  shut... and  that  she  could  stop  apologizing.

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hi dewdrops !!! i have added my carrd onto my pinned. none of the muses have info yet, and please forgive any typos, i'll fix it later, but it has my rules and muse list !!!