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NEW MUSE. Aubree Reynolds. 

Lockwood wolf adopted out of the family as a baby.

Full bio in my muse tab. 

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 • ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴅɪᴀʀɪᴇs • ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟs • sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ • ʙᴛᴠs •  ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ •

   —          “the voices in my head are always screaming” 

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ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ғᴏʀ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ sᴘᴇᴄɪғʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇs ᴏʀ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇs.

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I keep going back and forth and back and forth on whether I want to come back here and try to write. Maybe it’s because this is a multi-muse blog and my muse constantly changes and I’m always adding and taking people away that I get bored easy. I don’t know. I’ve also not had a lot of good luck with making really good connections and finding steady writing partners? The one person I wrote with here left and my muse sort of just...died. I have plenty of muses and lots of ideas. I just need to put myself out there more I suppose? So...if anyone would like to write, I’ll be popping around and liking some starter calls and all that stuff to try and get things in order.

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I have such high Allie muse right now that I cannot stand it. I stuck her in a prison world before all the stuff happened and I haven’t had a chance to write ANY of it out. Someone love me and give me this. Please. Fuck. I have a little dribble drabble solo thingy written up here if anyone wants to read it. 

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humanityhated‌:

“Says the infamous bad boy of a brother. How many lives have you taken in the past two hundred years, Damon?” 

“Not the point and we’re not talking about me, Miss Ankle Biter.”

     He held out her jacket to her, unfazed. “Let’s go.”

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    Trust is a basic concept among living beings. If you trust someone or something, you don’t worry about being hurt or disappointed. If you trust something, there is a level of comfort in it’s presence. If that trust is broken, however, it’s almost as if you lose a sense of what you know or thought you knew and you begin to question if it was ever honest with you in the first place. 

     The last thing Allie remembered before she woke up was a bright blinding light followed by a sensation of being pulled in a million different directions. Her parents had called a specialist to work with her on healing whatever this weird thing was that seemed to take over her life. They were promised that the behavior would stop and they would no longer have to worry about Allie or the voices in her head all the time. It was such a strange thing to be surrounded by people she didn’t know who were chanting something she could only assume from her limited language knowledge to be Latin. The bits and pieces she picked up on were from paying attention to Sunday Mass. Nothing else about it made sense, but she trusted her parents knew what they were doing and that the voices would stop and she would no longer be burdened with the demons trying to take her over. 

      But something wasn’t right. 

     When she woke up, she was in her house–only it looked different. Different furniture. Different pictures. She noticed that the frame on the mantel that housed her high school graduation picture, the frame her mother used to display school pictures, show cased her fifth grade photo instead. Her bedroom was decorated with pink flowers and stuffed animals splayed across a white wire frame daybed–the one she had as a child. Lastly, in the grass out in the front yard lay her bike–a bike that had gotten run over by her Uncle Steve’s truck when she was twelve. 

     The chill from the cool Michigan air rolled over her arms as she stared out at the road in front of her house. There were no noises. No sounds of cars or machinery from the warehouse three blocks over. There was no sign of anyone–or anything. The voices were gone, but so was everything else.  

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  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

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    Trust is a basic concept among living beings. If you trust someone or something, you don't worry about being hurt or disappointed. If you trust something, there is a level of comfort in it's presence. If that trust is broken, however, it's almost as if you lose a sense of what you know or thought you knew and you begin to question if it was ever honest with you in the first place. 

     The last thing Allie remembered before she woke up was a bright blinding light followed by a sensation of being pulled in a million different directions. Her parents had called a specialist to work with her on healing whatever this weird thing was that seemed to take over her life. They were promised that the behavior would stop and they would no longer have to worry about Allie or the voices in her head all the time. It was such a strange thing to be surrounded by people she didn't know who were chanting something she could only assume from her limited language knowledge to be Latin. The bits and pieces she picked up on were from paying attention to Sunday Mass. Nothing else about it made sense, but she trusted her parents knew what they were doing and that the voices would stop and she would no longer be burdened with the demons trying to take her over. 

      But something wasn't right. 

     When she woke up, she was in her house--only it looked different. Different furniture. Different pictures. She noticed that the frame on the mantel that housed her high school graduation picture, the frame her mother used to display school pictures, show cased her fifth grade photo instead. Her bedroom was decorated with pink flowers and stuffed animals splayed across a white wire frame daybed--the one she had as a child. Lastly, in the grass out in the front yard lay her bike--a bike that had gotten run over by her Uncle Steve's truck when she was twelve. 

     The chill from the cool Michigan air rolled over her arms as she stared out at the road in front of her house. There were no noises. No sounds of cars or machinery from the warehouse three blocks over. There was no sign of anyone--or anything. The voices were gone, but so was everything else.  

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SOMEONE GIVE ME A KAI PARKER THREAD RIGHT NOW

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So my brain did a thing and now I need someone to write this with me.

Damon became human right? And he and Elena have kids and a normal life and are human and happy and la la la. What if something happened to Elena (vampire attack?) and she died.... because they still live in Mystic Falls. Leaving Damon alone with their kids all human and grieving and in that grieving he does something stupid enough to get himself killed knowing that Ric would come along and have someone save him. Then he’s a vampire again because he can’t see his life without Elena even for their children because lets be honest he’s Damon and he’s selfish. And then mayhem. 

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Naughty Little Meme

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive? ✿ : Has your muse ever had sex before? ☜ : Does your muse like to top? ☞ : Does your muse like to bottom? ∀ : Your muse’s favorite position? ☺ : How often does your muse masturbate? ☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually? ✌ : Is your muse good with their hands? ♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing? Á : Is your muse loud in bed? ⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks? ☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some? ♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?

👅-Would they rather give or receive oral sex? 👠-Do they watch pornography? If so, what kind? 💋-Do they use tongue when they kiss? 😈-Favorite sex position? 👎🏻-What is an absolute deal breaker in the bedroom? 🐶-Favorite pet name they like to be called? 👄-Do they swallow? 👙-Favorite outfit in the bedroom? 💦-Best place for their partner to cum on/in? 🌶-Most sensitive place on their body? 👑-Daddy kink, yes or no? 💍-Ever had an affair? 🏢-Most public place they’ve had sex, or would like to have sex? 🍒-When and how did they lose their virginity, if they have?

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Delightfully Domestic Starters

“The coffee pot didn’t turn on this morning.”

“Who’s turn was it for breakfast?”

“It’s my day off, I earned the right to be lazy.”

“This could get fixed by a professional, or it could be fixed by an amateur for free.”

“You’re under arrest for being a blanket thief.”

“The use of cold feet in bed, as a leverage tool, is illegal.”

“How was your day at work?”

“I’m going to need a bath…”

“No no, you’re sick. You rest, I’ll take care of everything.”

“I think we need to go on a bit of a grocery trip.”

“I’ve noticed all the laundry was done. You didn’t have to.”

“Leftovers, or more take out?”

“The neighbor is getting obnoxiously loud at night.”

“When was that garden gonna get started again?”

“Dishes… right the dishes. In the next few minutes I swear.”

“I know you like my shirts but now you’ve even stolen my doubles.”

“All your oversized shirts belong to me now.”

“I can’t help what I do in my sleep. That includes what’s done with the blankets.”

“You were tossing and turning last night. You okay?”

“I’m not sick, I’m only slightly ill. There’s a difference. I can handle today.”

“So dinner was being made… and then I realized the smoke alarm was broken.”

“Duct tape is a temporary, long term fix to everything.”

“I love you, but you’re beginning to pass out mid sentence. Go to bed.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, I can do what I want!”

“If there is more noise at 2am I swear…”

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mergedfirst liked for a starter

     “I’m sorry, what? Who died and made you queen of all things siphony and magicky? I think I can handle this all on my own. Thanks.”

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humanityhated liked for a starter

     “K. That’s really nice and all, Elena, but I’m going to need you down at like a six and a half. You’re at a twelve. ---This reckless thing is.....reckless.”

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camiimmortal liked for a starter

       “Do you really think it’s that simple? Just accepting it and letting it be what it is? I mean he’s her father. He of all people should know what it’s like to be without one.”

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thesacrificialxlamb liked for a starter

“Because Klaus is clearly on a war path against who really even knows what this time, I don’t really know who else to go to about this.”