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Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking

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ok but like when did self-sacrifice become synonymous with death? writers seem to have forgotten that people can make personal sacrifices for the greater good without giving their lives. plots about self-sacrifice and selflessness don’t always have to end in death. suffering doesn’t have to be mourning. you can create drama and emotional depth on your show without killing everyone. learn to explore the meaning of living rather than dying

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IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH ICONLESS ROLEPLAYS REBLOG THIS SO YOUR FOLLOWERS KNOW !!

like as much as i love icons and a good psd, sometimes its just tasking to do. and not everyone has great resources. so if you’re okay with having threads with no icons, please reblog this so that people know you’re okay with it. i feel like roleplayers today are too focused on the aesthetics and won’t follow people who use base icons or even none at all. it’s not about icons, but about the writing !!

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Cer was in london on some contrived buisness, although his true purpose was seeking something. A supplicant had mentioned in passing about a coffee shop in the heart of london that did wonders, but he had never been able to find it again. A wry smile crossed his face and low rumbling chuckle slipped from his lips.

Stopping for a moment, he looked up at the sky, letting his mind search for any remote power sources. There. He began walking again, ignoring the gawking stares of the people around him. 

When he finally stopped, he stood in front of a little shop that was trying very hard to not be noticed. Another chuckle escaped him and he stepped inside. 

Stag in a Coffee Shop

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Business was slow, but then again, when wasn’t it slow? The quaint little shop blended in with the brick and stucco and wide glass panes of the buildings around it, camouflaging the very existence of the tiny place. It was weaved to be such, unnoticed by all except those who needed it the most. 

Kiri preferred it so, as she lined up the ceramic mugs along their designated shelf, still warm from their trip through the dishwasher. This business wasn’t something she needed to do at all, no monetary value held any favor in her cold heart, but it was something she needed regardless. It gave her hands something to do, kneading dough or steeping tea, and every soul that entered left with the sliver of peace she scoured out of the chaotic existence of the city she had set up shop in. 

Peace- an odd thought for something like her, a creature who dwelt in the shadows of death and festered upon blood and chaos of war. It was more than she deserved, and she would covet the sanctuary she forged for herself until the day where she was dragged, fighting tooth and claw, back down below where she belonged. 

Yet she had been set up for a year now, and perhaps she would continue for a year more. Hiding in plain sight was something Kiri excelled at, even if the arbitrary clock continued to tick ever so ominously closer to the end of her chosen lifestyle. She would figure out how to proceed when that time came, but for now, she wasn’t going to worry about it. There was no point in doing so, after all. 

Instead, Kiri set the last of the mugs down onto the shelf, picked up the tray she carried them on off the counter, and headed into the kitchen to finish her menial tasks until someone broke the solitude. 

Someone always did.

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to the people with the same muse as me:

let me congratulate you for your fantastic taste on characters

also,

come and discuss headcanons with me

plot twin verses with me

come gush about their history and questionable life choices and asshole attitudes and the little quirks that made you fall in love with them with me

I’M NOT HERE TO COMPETE WITH YOU, I’M HERE TO DEVELOP ARCHS AND HAVE FUN WITH THIS CHARACTER THAT WE BOTH LOVE

come at me dudeski.

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date a selkie, but don’t hide her cloak. let her go home and visit her family now and then, knowing that she’ll come back and hang her seal cloak in the closet like she always does. trust is important.

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so this kid he used to bully me in middle school before i got tough, well this is kind of a funny story. so i sugar from time to time but my latest sugar mommys house is so extra and i didnt bring my glasses but im going through the house because she told me to make myself at home and i see a family photo and im just like he looks really familiar but i cant make out shit. and so she and i start talking and shes like yeah i have a son your age actually and im just like wait… and she was like you’ll meet him later when we go to the car show, and im just like fuckin wait.. and we get to the car show and its me and her we’re holding hands being friendly and shes like and heres my son. and i shit u not this is the same dude who used to fucking bully me in middle school and he starts fucking crying because he didnt know his mom was lesbian and i was just like hey its been a while, but im getting fucked by your mom.

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Poison Ivy by Hayden Williams

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Send Ɖ if your muse would like to dominate my muse and Ƨ if they'd like to be dominated by my muse

Send “I’d like to see that on paper” to get a drabble of it.

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“You bake when you’re stressed and sometimes you give me cookies, but recently you’re giving me whole baskets each day, now I’m not complaining but are you okay?” AU

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Reblog This If Shipping an OC Muse with a Canon Muse is Okay and isn’t Problematic

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Harley wants kisses from Ivy

The sensuous woman smiled, her crimson lips curling up in pleasure. “Well, my dear, you only have to ask.” She slid on hand into Harley’s hair, the other snaking around the blonde’s waist and pulling her against the ginger woman’s body. She hummed, pressing her mouth against Harley’s, lips opening slightly to taste the other woman.