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[fablesuntold]

If we are mutuals, you are welcome to: 

tag me in starters 

answer my open starters

spam my inbox with memes

ask me to spam you with memes

scream at me in ims at all ungodly hours

randomly drop a plot idea on me whenever you want 

never be scared that you’re bothering me in any way bc, if i followed you, i love your blog and I am always down for interacting with you!  <3  <3  <3

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&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  you  know  that  dynamic  of  the  emotionally  closed  off  one  &  the  kind  one  they  have  a  soft  spot  for?  yeah,  that’s  the  vibe.  )

said from the lone wolf.

❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜

❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜

❛ i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about. ❜ 

❛ do you wish i was different? ❜ 

❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜ 

❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜

❛ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. ❜ 

❛ i’m not leaving you out here alone. ❜ 

❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ 

❛ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. ❜

❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜ 

❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. ❜

❛ what is with your weird fascination with me? ❜ 

❛ yeah, you keep on telling yourself that bullshit. ❜ 

❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜ 

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be. ❜

❛ people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done. ❜

❛ i’ve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ❜

❛ you won’t survive out there. they tear all good things apart. ❜

❛ i don’t know what’s the truth or what’s a lie anymore. ❜ 

❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜ 

❛ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❜ 

❛ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. ❜ 

❛ what you think you’re going through is nothing to what i have been through. ❜ 

said from the soft spot. 

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ how is it that you’re never scared? ❜

❛ you think i’m weak because i’m not like you. ❜

❛ you wanted to be left alone, right? ❜ 

❛ how do you make the pain go away? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t smoke, you know. ❜

❛ destroy what is destroying you. ❜

❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜

❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜

❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜

❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜ 

❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜

❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ why do you care? you could have just walked away. ❜ 

❛ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? ❜

❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜ 

❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜

❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜ 

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜

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Your portrayal? Can’t fault it. Can’t express enough how much I love the way you make me feel when we write together. You’re so attentive to not only your own muses, but the muses I send your way. Always make them involved if that makes sense lol. You write your muses more canon than how they are in shows/games/movies ❤️

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PLEASE, my heart is gonna burst with all of this love. You have no idea how much I appreciate everyone who sends these lovely messages in. Really needed it after these past couple weeks 🥹💕

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Closed starter for Lev & Abby — @vengeancefcrged ✨

Rain battered down hard and fast against the withered glass panes of the store they’d decided to shelter in— the only noise preventing the silence that’d settled between them from becoming overwhelming since leaving the theater. Lev had never seen that side of Abby before.. so consumed by rage as she pummelled both of those girls into the ground. In fact, he didn’t think she was going to stop until he’d intervened just in time. She hadn’t scared him in that moment— no, Lev knew Abby would never hurt him. But admittedly, her fury had taken him by surprise. And with the way she’d been more than ready to overlook the fact that one of them was pregnant, knife to her throat ready to seal the final nail in the coffin? He was happy he’d managed to stop her when he had.

Peeking over at her now from across the way, anger had seemingly subsided and if anything? Abby looked almost.. lost; broken, as she stared emotionlessly ahead. Another sight he wasn’t used to. It caused the space between his eyebrows to pinch with concern. “.. Abby..?” Having already scoured the store and found basic medical supplies, Lev returned to her side to crouch down next to her, clean rag in hand. Abby had protected him from her own people. Taken care of him when Yara couldn’t. Now it was his turn to take care of her— not because he felt obliged to.. but because he wanted to. Abby was the only person he had left. She was family.

“We should clean your wounds before they get dirty.” Inspecting the deep gash on her cheek — the result of a blade — Lev brought the rag up to dab away at the blood, careful with his ministrations. “You did the right thing stopping and walking away when you did. Thanks for listening to me..” His voice was quiet; gentle. As gentle as the tone Abby had used with him when consoling him after Yara had passed away.

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We aren't mutuals, but we have tons of muses in common. I really do love your writing! It's amazing and the thought and care you put into your characters is inspiring! I hope someday we can write together. (Also, if not, that's totally cool too! I can admire from afar! <3)

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Omg thank you so much! Always happy to discuss plot ideas and muses with you if you ever want to come into my DMs and talk. Even if you just want to have a chat out of character first that perfectly fine with me 💕

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Here from your Ellie blog but you’re doing great my dude! We don’t have many roleplays yet but you always give me the feels whenever I read your writing, and even the characters I don’t know I know you’re portraying them accurately. I especially love your Ellie. Love the rage and emotion you pour into her like in the game, and I like the way you give us a great balance of her softer and more angry side. It’s my favourite portrayal of her

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AHH whoever you are: thank you so much! I’m always worried that I don’t do my female muses justice, but this message just warmed my heart so thank you again. Hope we write more together soon, I’ll always be happy to toss Ellie your way— my muse is through the roof for her ✨

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Anyone want a starter from any of my The Last of Us muses:

Lev

Joel Miller

Jesse

Jerry Anderson

Ellie Williams

Owen Moore

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YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYALS but I’m always happy to tell you again and again, shouting it from the rooftops.

Where to even begin? Do I start with your in depth, attention-to-detail writing that describes the scene, the character’s feelings, and the conflict/scenario perfectly so the reader knows exactly what’s going on, hooked and SAT? Or the way you write your muses, drawing from their fandoms so well it’s like the canon character is actually in what’s basically a canon thread you’ve created for them? With their voice carrying all their emotions — wit, sarcasm, angst and humor — and their mannerisms?

There’s a reason why we have so many threads and ships, and why we write on two different platforms. I literally cannot get enough of your writing and portrayals, and I’m so happy to have found an amazing mun and friend here that I can spam/gush over our muses/ships/fandoms with, tossing around new ideas and getting excited about our replies and brainrot.

So how’s your portrayal? Everything and more!!!

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I’ve read this over like a dozen times already and it legit made me TEAR UP. Really needed these positive vibes, so thank you so so much you’re the sweetest. I cannot get enough of YOUR WRITING AND PORTRAYALS either. You literally bring the muse to life and capture everything about them to perfection. Seriously, you’re the most talented person I’ve ever come across and it’s you who brings out the best of my writing with your own. I always look forward to seeing a notification from you, whether it be for a thread or our out of character talks/plot ideas/brain rot. You’re everything I could’ve asked for in a roleplay partner and friend, and I’m so glad you’ve stuck by me for the years we’ve written together. Thankful everyday. 🥹💕

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WHAT TYPE OF POETRY ARE YOU?

Muse: Ellie Williams

Result: Symbolic and Metaphorical Pain

A lot of hidden words and covered meanings, however, the feeling of grief, sadness, and/or heartbreak reminisces over your reader's head. You include dark connotations and dark words that make your reader feel unnerved in a way.

Tagged by: @dollhidden thank you so much! 💕

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this~! ✨

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@popularmxnster ♡’d for a random starter~✨

The fog was descending upon him thick and fast, causing the buildings around him to fade from view completely, or turn into mere shadows. Something wasn’t right about this town. Silent Hill— a place James used to visit all the time with Mary.. now he barely even recognised it. The fog wasn’t the only unsettling thing about the place. The fact that he couldn’t recall seeing a single person since setting foot into the town was perhaps a bigger issue to worry about. And don’t even get him started on the strange gurgles hidden away within the mist. What exactly was making those ungodly sounds? James wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to find out. But what choice did he have? He needed to venture further. He needed to discover for himself if his wife was in fact alive after receiving a mysterious letter from her three years after her death.

How could that be..?

The rattling of a rusted tin can skittering across the road was what eventually caught James’ attention, body instinctively turning just in time to witness a silhouette emerging from the cloud around him. A man not much older than himself. Maybe he knew what was going on here. “..Excuse me, sir?” A few cautious steps were taken as he slowly approached the other male. “I’m looking for my wife, but it doesn’t look like anyone’s here. Has the town been evacuated?” That was the only reasonable explanation in James’ head. He had to admit though.. there was an awful nagging feeling in his head he refused to acknowledge. The truth.

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send ✎ ( pencil ) and I'll make a fashion moodboard for my muse (carlisle)

Moodboard Meme

send ✎ ( pencil ) and I'll make a fashion moodboard for my muse

Muse: Carlisle Cullen.

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@musingmemories sent: 12) our muses are in a fight,  but cuddle anyway because they don’t like sleeping alone. — From Kim Jun-hee x Lee Myung-gi ✨

‘I don’t want to see your dumb face again for the rest of the night!’ The echo of Jun-hee’s anger still tore through their new apartment like a hurricane, the slam of their bedroom door enough to rouse the poor neighbours Myung-gi was certain. Luckily for them, their neighbours were more understanding than most — all of them now pretty much one big dysfunctional found family after almost greeting death in the dreaded Squid Games. Once a rather rundown, shady looking building standing tall as the Pink Motel, now converted into a place for the survivors to call home.. a tight knit community nobody else understood and wouldn’t ever be allowed to understand— one that looked out for each other because they all shared the same demons in the form of nigntmares after the sun faded behind the horizon, as well as the mutual fear of being forced to go back to that island.. wherever it was, still unclear.

What was clear was that he no longer favoured sleeping alone anymore, and he knew damn well Jun-hee felt the same way too— a shame she was too proud to admit the fact, as well as being too stubborn to let their earlier dispute slide. Fortunately, Myung-gi was used to the bickering and cold shouldering.. by now, he figured he must’ve been an expert in the field of being shunned to the couch.. which is exactly where he’d found himself once again, neck and back already aching with the small, confined space that barely accommodated those lanky limbs of his. But at least Jun-hee hadn’t stormed off to Geum-ja’s apartment like she had so many times before. Always a silver lining, right?

Tossing and turning the hours away before eventually settling on his back, Myung-gi stared up at the ceiling in thought. How long was she going to stay mad at him this time? Would they ever reach a point in their relationship where they could actually exist in the same room without wanting to tear their hair out? Questions that needed answering fast with ‘Junior’ — still yet to be formally named — on the way any day now. They needed to get it together. Be adults. That was pretty difficult to do when all they ever did was fight about the pettiest of things. Myung-gi couldn’t even imagine what life would be like once the baby arrived, and the annoyance with each other was only elevated by stress and exhaustion.

Clearly she wasn’t going to step up and be the bigger person tonight, and so Myung-gi knew it fell on his shoulders to do the right thing: man up and go be with her.

So that’s exactly what he did, albeit, groaning under his breath the entire way down the hallway to their bedroom. Trudging past the threshold, his gaze settled on her outline facing away from him on the bed. Normally he’d be perfectly happy with leaving her to sulk it out, but truthfully? He hated it when she was mad at him. “..It’s me.” As if she didn’t already know— after all, who else would it be? “I wish you’d stop ignoring me. For somebody who claims I’m the childish one, you’re not doing any better yourself.” Perhaps this wasn’t the best way to go about getting back on her good side, but Myung-gi had quite the reputation of saying the wrong things at the wrong times.

Sighing, he reluctantly crossed the room without awaiting a response, sliding under the sheets next to her and winding his arms around her from behind to cuddle up closer to her. “I don’t even know what I did to make you angry this time. Is it the hormones that’s making you act like this?” A genuine question murmured into the darkness that would no doubt be taken the wrong way as per usual, Myung-gi quick to bury his face into the back of her shoulder as though hiding from any repercussions his words may have for him.

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Slowly catching up with replies, sorry for being so slow. Been super busy and not in the best headspace. Feeling a little better now though 💕

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@phoenixmuses ♡’d for a random starter~✨

If there was one thing Billy despised more than his home life? It was this shit-hick town his waste of space dad had decided was the perfect place to start anew: a clean slate for all of them. In other words, his dad thought the town was small enough that Billy couldn’t possibly burrow his way into any trouble like he had back in California. Well, he was fucking wrong. He’d take Hawkins by storm just to prove the point if he had to, and if Billy was unhappy? He’d already made a vow to himself that everybody around him was going to know about it. After all, he’d much rather be surfing the waves of San Diego’s beautiful coast than to be stuck here at a ‘party’ he didn’t want to attend with people he thought inferior to himself.. may as well cause a little trouble to dull the pain, right? After all, where was the entertainment?

Speaking of entertainment..

It had arrived in the form of Steve Harrington: Hawkins High’s former bad boy and favourite amongst women.. a title lost with Billy’s abrupt arrival, attention quickly shifting to the new shiny toy to play with.. and oh, Billy couldn’t help but to be smug about it, cerulean blues darkening with malice the second his gaze locked onto the other male. “Well look what the cat finally dragged in~! It’s King Steve himself.” A mock bow was given, before a smug, wolffish grin paved its way across his face around the cigarette hanging lazily from the corner of his lips, Billy approaching Steve with all the confidence of a peacock flourishing its brightly coloured feathers: a challenge of sorts, shoulders squaring with his as he sized him up and down.

“You’re late.” Clicking his tongue with a goading ‘tsk’ smacking from his lips, a protruding finger extended out to begin jabbing at his chest, billows of smoke blowing into Steve’s face with the rising of Billy’s free hand to finally remove the cigarette from his mouth. “What’s the matter, Harrington? Scared I’m gonna steal all the limelight~?”

That was probably the least of Steve concerns if all the rumours were true; Nancy Wheeler and himself were having a little trouble.. and you bet Billy was more than ready to drive an even deeper wedge between their relationship if Nancy ‘the slut’ Wheeler was up for a little fun tonight.

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Missing them fiercely tonight.

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@dinglhoppr ♡’d for a random starter~✨

Ariel.

What a rather peculiar name for an equally peculiar woman. Beautiful it sounded rolling off his tongue.. fitting for such a pretty face. In all of his travels spent exploring both land and sea, Eric had never come across somebody who captivated him as much as she. A breathing enigma; a mystery.. one that Eric only wished to know more about if only she let him. Unfortunately though, it didn’t take much at all to make Ariel shy away. Most of his questions went unanswered, her quick to excuse herself or change the topic completely. She wasn’t being rude, Eric knew that. If anything, she was just timid. A fish out of water. And he knew better than to push. The last thing he wanted was to spook her away and run the risk of never seeing her again. Still, what little he did know about her.. it wasn’t almost enough to quell his everlasting curiosity. Especially now, the two of them perched upon the wooden deck of one his many favourite harbours, nothing but the stars and gentle breeze from the sea to keep them company.

Although the view was breathtaking with moonlight illuminating each ripple the tide made, it was nothing Eric hadn’t seen before. Instead, his gaze remained solely fixated on her, porcelain blues staring pensively as though trying to gauge what was going on in that head of hers.

“..There’s still so much I’ve yet to learn about you.” His gentle voice finally broke the silence that had settled between them, one that was free of awkwardness, filled with blissful tranquility. “I mean.. I know your name. If that’s even your real name.” A teasing but gentle smile appeared on his face, one that settled easy on his lips. “I don’t even know what your favourite colour is, or.. how you like your eggs in the morning.”Did she even like eggs? To Eric, it was the little things he loved to discover about a person. If she spared him only the finest detail about her today? He’d be a happy man. “Is there anything more you wish to learn about me?” Maybe if he opened up first, she’d follow suit.

Wishful thinking on his end perhaps, but it was worth a try.

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Fell down a rabbit hole and watched Alien Romulus and now I got Rain on my muse list. Oops—