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psssttt, you can also find me for meme spammage and OC talk, on here. just tell me who u are when ya write & all will be cool

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three artsy Swedish magicians with cool magic, and

seven demons, three angels and their godly mom

the permission to interact with your muse.

(I'll make a cool promo once I'm done with organising this blog, I swear ;-;)

[magiskasyskon]

by LIKING / REBLOGGING this post, you give

three artsy Swedish magicians with cool magic, and

seven demons, three angels and their godly mom

the permission to interact with your muse.

(I'll make a cool promo once I'm done with organising this blog, I swear ;-;)

[magiskasyskon]

by LIKING / REBLOGGING this post, you give

three artsy Swedish magicians with cool magic, and

seven demons, three angels and their godly mom

the permission to interact with your muse.

(I'll make a cool promo once I'm done with organising this blog, I swear ;-;)

[magiskasyskon]

by LIKING / REBLOGGING this post, you give

three artsy Swedish magicians with cool magic, and

seven demons, three angels and their godly mom

the permission to interact with your muse.

(I'll make a cool promo once I'm done with organising this blog, I swear ;-;)

[magiskasyskon]

by LIKING / REBLOGGING this post, you give

three artsy Swedish magicians with cool magic, and

seven demons, three angels and their godly mom

the permission to interact with your muse.

(I'll make a cool promo once I'm done with organising this blog, I swear ;-;)

[magiskasyskon]

by LIKING / REBLOGGING this post, you give

three artsy Swedish magicians with cool magic, and

seven demons, three angels and their godly mom

the permission to interact with your muse.

(I'll make a cool promo once I'm done with organising this blog, I swear ;-;)

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the moment when you realise you’ve been making and moving blogs on this site so much that by now it feels just like moving into a downstairs apartment...

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Mun vs Muse

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“Then again... there is a chance this really is spicy.” She stirs her drink and finishes it, grimacing when it hits the back of her throat. Showing her magic in front of someone else so easily isn’t something she would usually do. Then again, the feeling that she can trust this guy makes its way inside her heart slowly but surely, and it seems she has just acted upon it.

It’s not like she knows anyone at this party, anyway.

“Sorry if this catches you off-guard.” She offers a semi-awkward smile. “If you truly think about it deep down... it’s not that magical. It’s what everyone calls a talent. I can do this to anything I draw, or paint, or, hell, even make out of clay. Everything I create can move around and... do things.”

Then it’s her turn to listen. Oh, so he’s a musician? Charming. It’s always the people that like art and music, isn’t it, that she wanders to most easily. And that part about the apartment, relatable. Well, she doesn’t hate where she lives - it just gets boring staying at home. With luck, she doesn’t get to be bored much. Though she hates waking up for work sometimes, she loves working.

“Fair enough. Same here - when there’s no people to tattoo, at least. Or any paintings and designs to make.” It’s always a bit weird when she has to talk about work. Some people nearly stone her to death for being a tattooist, thank goodness they don’t know about the magic she uses to work this. So she mentions the painting. He doesn’t seem like someone who would judge her, but better safe than sorry. Looks like there’s some bitterness in both of them here.

“You hate where you live?” Just when she would have suggested moving out, she bites back the rest of her words and fumbles with her glass. It’s never as easy as it seems once you have actually moved out. Especially at the times when changing the place you live is but a mere dream - a time when you’re too broke to even think about it. “I used to feel the same way.” For a different reason, but a similar feeling nonetheless.

“Alright then. Take your choice.” She makes a pause between sentences to finish the rest of her own drink, then seeks the bartender with a glance. “Heh, then you’re just like me. At least when I can afford it.”

“Oh, I entirely forgot to introduce myself.” She then flashes him a grin. “I’m Rigmor. Like rigour, but with an m instead.” She doesn’t know if he’ll laugh at her jokes. But she definitely will.

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“You’re not drunk. It’s magic.” She laughs as well. “I could tell you more about it later if you want.” Later, when both of them are more sober than this. Not everyone thinks the same thing of her and her brother’s and sister’s abilities when they see them for the first time. Some people claim to have seen the entire world, and simply change the topic to something other than magic. Others make them talk too much about it… in a world that could kill them for having it, not the best option. But hey, it’s a good conversation device.

Another giggle. Usually she tends to be a lot quieter and lost in her own little world, but this conversation is way too relatable. And that’s good… right? Ah hell, spending too much time on my own has sure helped forget how to have conversations, she thinks. “Do you go out a lot, then?” On the other hand, going out sometimes does magic for her mood, literally. So when its time comes she wants to enjoy every single second, to the point of getting reckless. “I get those moods when I like doing that, too. And… here I am.” The torn jeans, shirt in too many colours to count, and the fluffy coat hugging her hint nothing about her quieter, calmer mood. But they don’t have to, either. She’s come to have fun now.

“Mmm… not even a drink?” she jokes. “It could be something less strong, too. Unless you’re in for getting messy. I’m down for either. A drink always helps me dance better.” Did this even sound well? She’ll have to let him be the judge of that - and of whether to accept a drink from someone he only met a few seconds ago. But Rig is not a bad guy. Just a little lonely, and thus too brave at times.

“Ah. Thought someone slipped in somethin’ spicy into m’drink.. Good to know I haven’t lost my mind just yet.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle, and he has to ponder her offer for a few moments. He himself, in all honesty? He’s never even encountered something like this… Paranormal? Is that what you call magic?

“I try and go out when I can. Not like there’s much else for me t’do, other than playin’ music on some cold sidewalk, or stewing away in my shithole of an apartment.”

Although the words, in any other context would sound bitter, he.. doesn’t sound all too pissed about his situation. It’s a lifestyle that lets him live free and recklessly, just the way he likes it. Cole.. probably presents himself as a bad guy to many, but it’s all so people don’t pry too hard. He’d rather be the asshole who still manages to be the life of the party.

He barely hesitates at her next few questions, a smirk on his face. He’s never one to pass up a drink, and he doesn’t have to pay for it? Bonus!

“Well.. maybe you do owe me a drink, there. I would never miss a chance to get absolutely fucked up.”

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by LIKING / REBLOGGING this post, you give

three artsy Swedish magicians with cool magic, and

seven demons, three angels and their godly mom

the permission to interact with your muse.

(I'll make a cool promo once I'm done with organising this blog, I swear ;-;)

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Send me a ❄ and I'll use a random generator to help choose a Winter themed plot for our muses!

After time and time again of pestering phone calls, your muse has lied to their parents about having a significant other and now that it’s time to go home for the holidays, they are desperate to have someone play the part. My muse begrudgingly agrees to pose as your muse’s significant other and attempts to make the best of the situation by spending the time trying to embarrass your muse as much as they can.

It’s the first “snowfall” of the season and what was supposed to just be a light flurry turned into an ice storm and now my muse is stuck at your muse’s house with no electricity.

It’s the middle of the night and my muse hears a knock at their door, it’s your muse and they are dripping wet and shivering out in the cold. My muse invites them in to warm up.

My muse is supposed to cook a holiday feast for their family that’s coming to visit from out of town, but has no idea how to cook the traditional holiday food and has enlisted your muse to help.

My muse is walking through a park when they’re suddenly hit with a snowball, after looking around for a few moments, they discover yours hiding behind a tree with a hoard of snowballs.

My muse needs help creating the perfect snow angel. Their problem is every time they stand up, they leave a hand print and scuffs around the snow angel.

My muse teaches yours how to ice skate, but isn’t very good at it either.

Our muses decide to have a snowman building contest and whoever builds the biggest snow man in the allotted time, gets to destroy the others’.

Our muses decide to see who can catch the most snowflakes on their tongues, winner gets to bury the other in the snow.

Our muses have been searching for the perfect place to go sledding and when they find it, they discover they are not the only ones. The place is overrun with screaming children and they aren’t too sure they want to sled with this many kids around.

Our muses planned to go caroling but no one else that volunteered to come along showed up.

Our muses take a trip to Starbucks to try their first ever peppermint mocha.

Short on cash, our muses decide to start a snow shoveling business and must compete with the group of children that had the same idea.

Your muse has knitted mine a very ill fitting sweater and insists that they wear it to the town’s annual Winter Fest where anyone who’s anyone will see them.

Your muse’s water pipes froze and burst and now has to shower at my muse’s place until the damage is repaired.

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PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME .

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

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“You’re not drunk. It’s magic.” She laughs as well. “I could tell you more about it later if you want.” Later, when both of them are more sober than this. Not everyone thinks the same thing of her and her brother’s and sister’s abilities when they see them for the first time. Some people claim to have seen the entire world, and simply change the topic to something other than magic. Others make them talk too much about it... in a world that could kill them for having it, not the best option. But hey, it’s a good conversation device.

Another giggle. Usually she tends to be a lot quieter and lost in her own little world, but this conversation is way too relatable. And that’s good... right? Ah hell, spending too much time on my own has sure helped forget how to have conversations, she thinks. “Do you go out a lot, then?” On the other hand, going out sometimes does magic for her mood, literally. So when its time comes she wants to enjoy every single second, to the point of getting reckless. “I get those moods when I like doing that, too. And... here I am.” The torn jeans, shirt in too many colours to count, and the fluffy coat hugging her hint nothing about her quieter, calmer mood. But they don’t have to, either. She’s come to have fun now.

“Mmm... not even a drink?” she jokes. “It could be something less strong, too. Unless you’re in for getting messy. I’m down for either. A drink always helps me dance better.” Did this even sound well? She’ll have to let him be the judge of that - and of whether to accept a drink from someone he only met a few seconds ago. But Rig is not a bad guy. Just a little lonely, and thus too brave at times.

@goldenscoundrel​ from here.

It takes her a few seconds to register what the guy has said. The drink on the floor tells her enough… but too slowly. She’s had a bunch of these already. And her spilling the next one on him was just meant for a cheers. Ah. Maybe she should get some food as well.

“Å fan, förlåt… I can… Hold on… I can clean this up, but don’t get freaked out.” She shuts her eyes closed and as if mutters something, and the rose tattoos poking from under her sleeve turn into a real vine that wipes the shirt dry. “Yeah, I’d definitely say we had a bit more of this than we could handle. I don’t remember anything…”

Was this a sleepover party, or just a crash at a bar that she somehow passed out at and her friends left? Not something that wouldn’t happen to Rigmor. But not something that happens often, either.

“You alright? Shirt aside, I mean. I can pay for it to get cleaned if you want.”

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“Solitude is independence.”

— Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

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if you ever catch the triplets just staring stupidly in the distance or at each other, they’re just doing telepathic talking, don’t mind them. but you can laugh at their faces all you like

also, they can only read each other’s minds, as well as those of their friends/people they are very close to