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So, I’ve been gone all day doing this.... This was totally an impulse thing and I’m sorry if this confuses everyone because this basically goes against every reason I made a multi-muse in the first place.

I’m going to be a little more professional with how I run Leon’s blog, which includes making him his own blog. Other things that are changing is I am going to format all of my posts (I don’t expect my partners to do the same) and will actually be using my navigation tags.

Again, this is completely impulse, but it just seems this is the best thing to do because I have multiple projects revolving around Leon and I would like to focus more of my time around him.

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What drew you to my OC?

There are tons out there, so tell me what you liked about mine.

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Melissa quite liked the quiet evening now the nutjob had left her alone. Though she paid for her own drink and left, walking since she had gone over the drinking limit and did not fancy a ticket for drink driving.

However she did feel when she wasn’t alone, pausing to listen to hear a group of men walking behind her…it in closer terms. After her. Damn. She could not get a quiet even, could she?

Side stepping stepping into an alley, she waited. As expected, the men followed but stopped as they saw her waiting. One pulled out a gun, another a knife. Melissa waited bored until they attacked. Using her strength to pushed the man twice her size right back, phasing through the gun shots. Though the knife almost caught her, grazing the skin on her jaw before she brought the gang men down one by one, panting deeply though eyed them all, feeling satisfied.

Melissa began to dust herself off little.

He watched, safely around the corner, with a smirk. She was special, and she would be fun to further play with, especially if she found out.

He took advantage of her down moment, using his speed to charge up to her and pin her to one of the walls of the alley, one hand holding one of her wrists and the other arm pinning her shoulders. He didn’t use his full strength, but used enough to hint that he was more than he appeared.

“You are a special one, aren’t you?”

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Aricena:

He was super busy, not even able to realize who she was as hard as he was working, or so she thought anyway. His polite excuse me every so often hinted at him knowing, just perhaps not having the time to say anything more.

She had long ago made her picks. Several books on Boston, One on history, another meant for tourists showcasing the local attractions, and plenty of things to do. Internet was not set up at her place yet so she used the library, a list of jobs tucked into one of the books to go with her when she left.

She was sitting in a comfortable chair, well as comfortable as one could get in the library, lost in in the pages of things to do and see when his whisper fell into her ear. She couldn’t deny a reaction, at least to herself with the pull at her insides, the light smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

She lifted with her small stack of books, watching as he rounded the corner, one of his own maybe pulling across his lips? She couldn’t tell. The sights and History of Boston, along with a guilty pleasure she had been long overdue on indulging, a Simple romance novel, with plans to sit and read later rested on top, and she found her way to the counter.

“Hopefully and hour is enough time to get a card as well?” She smiled sweetly as she looked up at him, waiting for the business of the day to fade, and recognition to finally hit him.

He had been toying with her, of course, though it would seem that his usual tactics did not work. She did not seem to be the one to swoon after someone who gave her little attention. Her very slight reaction to his whisper had told him that. Yes he decided, he would give her attention. He would make her feel special, as if he wanted no other.

He enjoyed this game, he enjoyed watching it progress, watching the other grow their trust for him when he was only using them. He had played this game before, many times, but he would never give off a hint to that.

At the counter, he carefully observed some of the books she had picked up. Most of them were about Boston, which wasn’t too surprising, as she was new. One, however, caught her eye. A romance novel, which probably had its fair share of bits in it.

“I didn’t take you as one to read these sort of books,” he said with a smirk as he scanned the romance. Once all of the books were scanned in, he took a sheet from below the counter and slid it over to her, handing her a pen.

“It’s plenty of time, I just need you to fill this out.” He was smiling, though it was hard to tell if it was from hospitality or if it was just another move.

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Melissa narrowed her eyes, though said nothing. Watching him leave. relaxing  once he was gone though didn’t talk to the barman on her tab. Concluding that this man was a nutjob. And she had no interest in getting involved with it. He planned something but was it really something she wanted to get interested in. He said that name for a reason. To peak her interest…to dig into records.

She didn;t like playing other people games. So she would avoid looking. The game died when no one played into it.

The game was over, for now, and he pretended to ignore her for the rest of the night. He would follow her out, as far as he could get without going too far out of the way, and far enough behind that she wouldn’t notice.

He watched carefully from afar as men started to approach her. If they got to her first, he wasn’t too concerned. He hated having his new toy being taken away from him, though. But he would watch, see if she was as special as he had initially thought.

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He had known at least another vampire was there, having the undeniable scent hit him as he was working. As there were people who needed to be checked out, he was unable to see exactly who it was.

Then, as she made herself known, he had a small smirk come to him, as he checked out the current student, checking out books for some research project on animals of the Sahara. After that was done, he could go have some fun.

He went to go return books that others have looked at from the carts to the shelves. He walked up the same aisle she was in, pretending he didn’t notice her, or in instances when he had to snake past her, he would utter a quiet “excuse me.”

Finally, once he was done organizing books in her aisle, he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “We close in an hour.”

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He had known at least another vampire was there, having the undeniable scent hit him as he was working. As there were people who needed to be checked out, he was unable to see exactly who it was.

Then, as she made herself known, he had a small smirk come to him, as he checked out the current student, checking out books for some research project on animals of the Sahara. After that was done, he could go have some fun.

He went to go return books that others have looked at from the carts to the shelves. He walked up the same aisle she was in, pretending he didn’t notice her, or in instances when he had to snake past her, he would utter a quiet “excuse me.”

Finally, once he was done organizing books in her aisle, he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “We close in an hour.”

Closed Ari/Leon

She had only been in the library a half hour or so, somehow slipping past him, or at least she thought, and disappearing among the shelves to dive in and find something she hadn’t read yet. It had bee a while sine visiting one, and she felt at home the minute the same scent of the pages and glue hit her senses.

Memories of long ago, reading by a fire, or out in the afternoon sun curled around her as she flipped through the many pages, looking each over in turn. Out of the corner of her eyes she caught him,  busy working with another who had an armful of books, idle conversation from both as he made the books theirs for the next two weeks.

She smiled and turned back to the shelves she wandered through, not interrupting yet silently letting her presence known, should he lift his head and turn to look.

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Send me a faceclaim and I’ll tell you who they’d be in my muse’s life as a NPC

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"I haven't slept in like 3 days everything is funny and your hair smells really good" AU

- (dances-with-snowflakes)

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H O R R O R . P R O M P T S

“I just got back from the cemetery.”

“I swear I just saw someone… or something looking in my window.”

“I know I closed the damn closet door, but it keeps opening! Please tell me this is just some kind of joke you keep pulling.”

“What’s behind you in these pictures…?”

“Apparently like 20 years ago, some girl slaughtered her family in the basement.”

“I think there’s something about this house that you’re not telling me.”

“I keep hearing noises coming from the attic…”

“I know what I saw, and whatever is in the basement… it’s not human!”

“I didn’t have time to see what it was! I just got the hell out of there!”

“Whose grave were you bringing flowers to…?”

“The electricity guy said there was absolutely nothing wrong – and yet, the lights always flicker on at 2am. Explain that to me?”

“Why don’t you spend the night in that house ‘alone’, then try to convince me that you don’t believe in ghosts.”

“Y-you don’t understand, he didn’t have a face!”

“I had a dream that I killed you.”

“Ah, yes… the room you’re staying in. It’s a paranormal hot spot, apparently.”

“I keep hearing whispers at night… I-I can’t sleep!”

“There was something else in there with me, I’m not going back to that house.”

“Come on, it’s just an urban legend…”

“Are you trying to tell me I’ve been sleeping in a dead girl’s room!?”

“I keep getting the feeling that someone is following me.”

“Don’t panic… but I think there’s someone else in the house.”

“I can still feel her/his ghost, and it’s killing me…”

“There’s something growling in the basement… could you, uh… check it out for me?”

“Can you just… can you please check the closet?”

“P-please… put the knife down.”

“I bought this haunted ring on eBay!”

“No, no, no – run!”

“I didn’t forward one of those freaky chain letters and now I keep hearing the laughter of children coming from my hallways at night.”

“The dead are all around us…”

“She’s dead! She’s dead and yet I keep seeing her, everywhere!”

“There’s something breathing under the bed…”

“You can’t tell me you don’t believe in ghosts after all we’ve been through.”

“I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see, something… that wasn’t supposed to be here.”

“Maybe an exorcism is in order…?”

“I woke up, and it was j-just… staring at me.”

“He was there, then like a second later he literally vanished! I saw it happen!”

“I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.”

“You can’t honestly tell me you’re in love with a dead girl.”

“Wasn’t someone murdered in this house? Why are we here?”

“If dying means being with him/her, kill me. I’d be happier that way.”

“Ghosts aren’t real. You need help.”

“…what do you mean we didn’t talk last night? You came over, you were here.”

“You saw something you weren’t supposed to see. And now… now you know what has to be done.”

“I’m pretty sure my toaster’s haunted.”

“What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare open that door!”

“I visited his/her grave for the first time today…”

“Something terrible happened here, didn’t it?”

“Wh-why do you have a knife…?”

“You’re all bloody, what happened!?”

“You know that book from The Evil Dead? Yeah, well… I’m pretty sure we found something pretty damn similar to it.”

“You’re bleeding…”

“How can you not see it…? I’m dead! I’ve been dead for years!”

“I’ve always wanted to see you choking on your own blood.”

“I’m sorry, I’m busy Friday with the… funeral and all.”

“I’ll never forget the sound of his screaming.”

“From the looks of it, the afterlife is a lot more fun than this.”

“Legend has it that you can still hear her crying for her lover in the dead of night.”

“I want to be dead, too.”

“Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.”

“Whoa – wait! Please don’t go down there… let’s just get out of here, please?”

“You played with a Ouija board!?”

“Me and some friends played with a Ouija board the other night… and things have been a little strange since then.”

“There’s so much negative energy in this house… do you know if someone died here?”

“You’re always hanging out in cemeteries… and yeah, it’s kinda creepy.”

“They just don’t believe like they used to…”

“I will haunt you until the end of time.”

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Ask me about my OC!

Character Creation Questions

1: Origins! How did you come up with the concept for your OC?

2: Were they originally well received by the fandom? Or if they’re fandomless, did the RP community take to them right away or was it hard to get attention?

3: Has your OC gone through different incarnations during their stay on Tumblr? Were they reimagined or have they stayed the same all this time?

4: How do you get into your OC’s mindset to write for them? How do you find the muse for them?

5: Were you nervous about putting your OC out there? How long did it take before you decided to play your OC here on Tumblr.

IC Interaction Questions

6: What is your OC’s family situation? Do they get along? Do they fight? Or are they alone?

7: What does your OC look for in a friend? Do they value friendship a lot?

8: What does your OC look for in a significant other? Are they looking at all?

9: What is your OC like when at work? Are they diligent? Slacker? Do they get along with their co-workers?

10: How do they deal with strangers?

Inside the Muse’s Mind Questions

11: Is there a place they go to in order to escape the world, the stresses of life? What’s their favourite place?

12: What scent calms them? Reminds them of home or something soothing?

13: Do they have any favourite foods? Would they eat it all the time if they had the chance? What do they hate to eat?

14: Pet peeves. Tell us what would really tick them off. Do they have a Berserk Button?

15: Does your OC have any awful fears? Do they get paralyzed with fear or can they work through their fears?

16: What are concepts they value? Virtues? What do they look down upon?

17: Do they have any guilty pleasures? They embarrassed about them? Do they flaunt them?

18: Do they have a guilty conscience? Why? Did they ever do something they totally regretted?

Miscellaneous Questions

19: Have they ever been injured? Sick? How do they deal with it?

20: What are Tropes you associate with your muse?

21: Name an embarrassing situation that your muse has been in.

22: If given a million dollars, what would your OC do?

23: Any ships for your OC?

24: Have you ever gotten anon hate because of your OC?

25: What are your plans for your muse in the future?

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                                             The horrible conceit of D E A T H and night,                                                          Together with the terror of the place

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The human did indeed stop, removing an earbud and turning towards the two. “D’you say something, lady?” His face was molded into an expression of confusion, his brows furrowed and the corners of his mouth drawn down.

“Yes,” Leon called to him. “She was going to ask if you wanted to walk with us.” His devious smile had quickly morphed into one of innocent inquiry. The young man looked even more confused.

“Why the hell would you want me to walk with you?” His voice held a light amount of guilt. He had done something, and Leon suspected he thought they were cops of some sort.

Making note to ask about his age later, Mariana winked and picked up their speed. The entitled ones were the most enjoyable to watch suffer. Usually she would feed on the unsuspecting; lovesick and lust filled bar-goers, music festivals, married men and women looking for a quick time. On occasion, they they lived. The man ahead, however, stood little chance.

Stop, she projected her own thoughts out until they coiled around the human’s with the ease of a serpent. You want to turn around, si? 

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                         I crave more threads of Leon playing mind games with people okay?

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Ask a Killer

| Heroes or Villains, Killing May Be Relative |

♔ :First kill

♕ :Last kill

♖ :A kill you regret

♗ :A kill you have been known to boast about

♘ :How you prefer to kill someone

♙ :Most malicious act tied to your name

♚ :A time when you showed mercy

♛ :A time when mercy was requested but not provided

♜ :Post-kill actions, thoughts, or emotions

♝ :Ever killed for sport?

♞ :Define a good kill

♟ :A close call to being killed yourself

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                                             The horrible conceit of D E A T H and night,                                                          Together with the terror of the place

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“Is this the harbour early Americans threw tea into?” she asked, using her free hand to lightly gesture at the bay.

Starless, the sky seemed to fuse with the water into a solitary dark mass. Only lights from the city glittered in front of her, reminding Mariana vaguely of how the world had grown artificially brighter as the years passed. The landscape would change with each “modern” age. Impressive buildings would be knocked down and rebuilt in taller, more slender and sleek forms but the city’s inhabitants rarely changed. Still as oblivious as ever as they walked by the two vampires.

“There should be enough for at least an appetizer.” Mariana shrugged.

“I suppose it would be, though I have to admit that was before my time,” he replied with a small chuckle.

“Indeed, there should be a lonely bystander of whom no one will miss.” Lo and behold, as he spoke, his eyes fixated on a slender man wearing a black hoodie, headphones plugged into his ears. He walked past the two with an air of authority, one that would easily be B R O K E N. WIthout a word, Leon looked to his companion, a small devious smile on his lips.