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@chyremn // continued

The sky above them is slightly obscured, a strange haze hangs in the air. Despite this, the sun can be felt with such intensity it's oppressive. It is a dry heat, relentless, as if they've been set in an oven to roast. Sunny stares at Castiel searchingly. They do not think he is a god, but he is something... Celestial all the same.

Something like her, perhaps?

Of that she is unsure. She only knows that whatever he is, he is not from here. And he confirms it himself. She stares a moment longer before regaining her composure.

She lowers her walking stick and bows to him. When she stands, she stands with a wince that is soon covered with a smile.

"welcome to the barrens," she murmurs, "i am called sunshine, the guardian of this land. what may i call you?"

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I have the urge to work on the lore doc

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@malum-incessu // continued

What Patrick kicks clatters loudly across the floor. It's hard to identify at first only because of what it is. Not a knife or a gun, but a tire iron. Canary's eyes follow it and then flick back to Patrick, tears rolling steadily down his cheeks.

Everything he wants to say seems to be caught in his throat, impossible to get out. Even if his life may depend on it-- Patrick may have lowered the gun but he still had a gun-- Canary can't seem to get a single word out. Blood is spattered all over Canary's face , shirt and arms, even staining the bleached blonde locks of hair that hang in his face.

Almost certainly in shock, all Canary can do is force himself to give a slight shake of his head. No, he's not hurt.

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I'll be around more soon it's just that I'm moving Saturday and have less than the entire apartment packed

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Oh, how deeply Fauna wishes to believe Loki. How intense her want is to hang onto the idea that love could be greater than her own wrongs. Her tears dry up but her sadness does now, it sticks to her, relentless as a raging storm.

She thinks of her sibling. She thinks of her children. She thinks of her lover, long since gone and buried. All of it hurts so deeply.

"tell me something happy?" Her voice is raw, pain filled and desperate for some of the hurt to be alleviated. A hand rests atop Loki's, still against her cheek. "something that brings you joy, love, won't you give me that?"

her appearance wasn't strange to LOKI in the least, having seen inhumans of all kinds before. their own true form was of blue skin, unlike any other god he had seen. she leaned into her hand, doing nothing to remove it. another wave of tears comes forth - she is wiping them away as they fall. trying to console them to the best of her abilities. her presence might not be calming to most, but she could try her best for them. not wanting to stand by idly & watch them crumble.

❝  you would be surprised to know how much forgiveness that people have in their hearts. sometimes, we do the wrong thing for the right reason. you just need them to see that. ❞ she coos, cradling their face gently in her palm. her thumb wiping away the mess of tears down their cheek. ❝  i've been in your shoes before, expecting to be alienated. but sometimes, love is greater than the wrongs. ❞

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if you don't quiet down, everyone out there will know what we're doing. — moonbeam.

meme tag // @allevils

"and so what if they do?" It asks, lazily running its fingers through her hair. It looks at him, smiling with too many teeth and watching with strange, swirling eyes. "this is my palace. they'll accept whatever it is i do."

Icy cold lips pepper kisses against her throat.

"i'm not worried. are you?"

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Independent, semi-selective multimuse blog. Written by Fool. 21+ only. Crossover and OC friendly! Threads mutuals only, please. IC askbox open to all for memes or IC interactions. Starring muses from The Lost Boys, Evil Dead, The Frighteners, and From Beyond.

CARRD.

RULES.

MUSES.

ASK MEMES/INBOX PROMPTS.

INTERACTION POST/STARTER CALLS.

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"I'm more curious than afraid." (Akriel for Blair!)

meme tag // @decreedfate

"you know what that did to the cat, right?" Blair asks, shifting from foot to foot as he turns to look at Akriel. There's no pause to allow her to answer, though, Blair answers it himself. "killed the cat. curiosity killed the cat."

A very, very brief pause. In that pause, Blair grins.

"but what a lot of people forget is that satisfaction brought him back."

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@eladead // plotted

Angel Albright is never the type to turn down an invitation to something that could expand her influence. She is also not the type to refuse a chance to get dressed up for a nice party, either. She comes to this gala, (of which she thinks calling it as such is a little old fashioned but not quite tacky), her blonde hair curled neatly, diamond earrings dazzling, and a pale yellow silk dress with a low back and a split up the side nearly up to her hip.

She looks beautiful, she knows this and flaunts it with ease. She smiles effortlessly, cozying up and chit chatting with whomever comes her way. It's not only influencers at this party but actual celebrities, and they could be just as easily manipulated as anyone. At least as far as Angel was concerned. It may be a bit more effort but she loved a challenge.

"oh, yes, that is funny," Angel says to the man currently next to her who has said something that couldn't have been more unfunny. He continues to practice his standup while Angel's eyes wander. They lock with someone across the room and she gives an exaggerated eyeroll and tilts her head towards the man still cracking jokes that she's smiling almost painfully at.

To the man across the room? She mouths help me and rolls her eyes again before she turns back and gives a half-hearted laugh to Mr. Comedian.

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"easy, hm?" She murmurs, raising her brows. "don't you find that a bit funny, coming from yourself?"

Angel doesn't pull away, though. In fact, she shifts closer, shuddering as her dick brushes against his thigh. She's excited, she can't deny that, every move Trent makes feels as if it's lighting a fire inside her. A deep, carnal desire she has long attempted to ignore.

Her hands move further up to cup his chest, greedily squeezing and massaging over muscle. One thumb brushes against a hardened nipple and she sighs softly, enamored.

"you want this badly." She observes, as if she doesn't want it just as bad as he does. "i think i could make you cum just by talking to you as sweetly as i am now."

"You're a tease, but you're easy." He drawls, hypocritical maybe when he's the one leaning back, pulling her back with him and kissing her sloppy-like, the pretence of politeness fading — the performance of worry, that he's a guy, who meets a woman, a near stranger, who offers to let him hit, and he barely thinks twice. He's exactly that guy. Her, all to himself. His dick twitches at that. The muscles of his abdomen tense as her hand grazes over, anticipating the route higher, kiss broken as his head lulls back, laden with heavy exhales. He keeps it to himself, that Angel's getting him there quick, that she has some effect on him he can't name. "Touch my tits, babe." All breath, and closed eyes.

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❝ i'm more curious than afraid. ❞ @snuffbait ; cove && jack kline.

meme tag // @snuffbait

"w-well," Cove says with a soft sigh, "th-that's..."

And then he trails off, unsure how exactly to tell this person that there are things he should be afraid of. Cove understands that he's powerful. He can sense it in Jack in some intrinsic way that he doesn't fully understand himself. He can only assume that power recognizes power.

"things outside of e-earth are... we shouldn't m-mess with them. let's j-just leave them be. okay?"

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I wrote a bunch, then also packed two whole boxes for my move in. Haha. A week.

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What drew you to my blog initially, and what, so far, has made you stay?

Is it the mun’s muses, their writing style, their worldbuilding? Is it the mun themselves? All of the above? Let ‘em know!

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"Is the daily grind meant to dull the mind?" (Michael for Cove!)

meme tag // @decreedfate

"something like th-that." Cove murmurs, more to himself than to Michael. Behind his sunglasses he peers at the angel, trying to gauge just how serious of a question that is. He bites his lower lip and then gives a small shrug.

"there are w-ways to make it b-better. it's not all d-doom and gloom, you know."

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(guy experiencing ocd) maybe its not ocd. maybe im evil

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" you look like hell. " @ cove

meme tag // @vastiitas

Behind his sunglasses, Cove rolls his eyes. It's not a habit he likes but it's been one he's had trouble breaking ever since he realized people really couldn't see him doing it.

"thanks," the sarcasm is light, but it's there all the same. He brushes a sweaty palm over a bleeding cut on his forehead, winces, then sighs. "are y-you going to help or... j-just st-stand there making fun of m-me?"

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"Brace yourself."

meme tag // @voot-cruisin

The response from inside the computer screen is nothing short of a shrieking cackle. Irken symbols shift and disappear, replaced with new, different but still somehow alien symbols.

"wh h hh AT ar e you G G GOinG TO Do?" They ask, their voice static filled and stuttery in the speakers-- replacing the voice of Zim's own computer. "ERASE m M ME? HA!"