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Indie multimuse adored by Plane 

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Nope not listening, he didn’t see anything.

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//ok. real talk.

I’m considering torching the fuck out of this blog. yeah, i still have muse for some of my muses, but one of them just makes me sick. Physically ill, just thinking about them. Im not gonna go into detail but it physically pains me to think about why i ever wrote them. I can’t remember if it was a request, if i just decided to pick them up, but i do know that the happiness I felt when writing them has soured and gone rotten. It’s not often I let something get to me, but this is different.

Words cant express how sorry I am for leaving threads unfinished, friends on “read” and never coming back here, but even logging in is making me cry. I know its been a while, but I’m tired of these thoughts in the back of my head and this blog is not doing me any good, collecting dust here. Some muses might return in their own blogs if I feel strongly enough, but I don’t know if I should just leave this as an archive.

Sometimes destroying the root of your ire is more therapeutic than you’d think.

For now I’m just going to log off, if you want to talk to me you know where to find me

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♦ At Your Service ♦

♦ Indie Yellow Pearl of Steven Universe  ♦  Commanded by Plane

♦ Semi-selective ♦♦ Literate ♦♦ OC/Crossover Friendly ♦♦ 6+ Years Experience ♦

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♦ At Your Service ♦

♦ Indie Yellow Pearl of Steven Universe  ♦  Commanded by Plane

♦ Semi-selective ♦♦ Literate ♦♦ OC/Crossover Friendly ♦♦ 6+ Years Experience ♦

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so.

i downsized.

remaining muses are 

peri // thrax // oz // otto (tho he has his own blog now) // gi // and gwenpool.

i cleaned out the inbox too. deleted a few threads. trying to start fresh. good news, im still rping, bad news is not as much. but im still here. and surprisingly i wasnt purged. so yeah. might add some muses but for now catch me on my other blogs or recommend muses you could see me writing if you want me to try my hand.

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yeah so im still alive but i have been re examining some of my muses. Things have happened and led me to decide to take some muses completely off my roster, even for requests, and while I ask you not to pity me, i ask you understand. I’m just not going to write certain fandoms. thanks.

high key considering making this a villain only multimuse

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yO i know im not on here much but if I get delete you can catch me at @nichehumor

stay safe, nerds

[zandolaf]

ABSOLUTE WARNING, REBLOG THIS ASAP.

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“Happy Halloweeeen!” Ais grins, strutting in dressed as none other than Winnifred Sanderson, fiery red hair and all. She’s gonna do the whole ‘I Put A Spell On You’ performance for Ozzy and his co-workers, too. She’s such a goob.

Osmosis can’t keep the goofy grin off his face as he watches her, a couple other immunity workers chuckling and clapping as she sings. He’d seen the movie, they all had, but couldn’t remember the name of the character despite being able to place who she was and what from.

At the end, he stands up clapping, grinning like an idiot.

“Atta girl! Get it!”

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                                        𝓗𝓞𝓜𝓔 | 𝓡𝓤𝓛𝓔𝓢 | 𝓜𝓤𝓢𝓔𝓢

                                       𝐼𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝒶𝒹                  

                                                                                                                    Template cred . 

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“And once again, no one fucking believes me.”

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Caught up in his thoughts and doing his best not to remember some of them Osmosis would have bumped right into the virus had he not spoken aloud. The heat was rising, and with it the temperature— whether he wanted to or not, Jones had to leave. One hit and he was out, no second chances, no do-over’s.

A bit of something fell on his shoulder and with a start, he realized that it was on fire, quickly taking his jacket sleeve to flame with it. After scrambling to take it off, he threw it as far as he could, pupils like pinpricks in his eyes. He saw that damn claw in his peripheral, knew what it could do, and there was no telling if the flames it caused would have the same effect.

More and more debris came crashing down around him, a particularly large beam knocking him backwards with a yell. Shit, anyone in a five mile radius could have heard him, not to mention his startled curse as his gun was knocked from his grip. The clattering it made as it skittered across the floor was booming in his ears, and in a split second decision decided to forget it in favor of finding a new exit.

If he hadn’t hesitated earlier, that would have hit him head on as he grabbed the door handle, now propped heavily against it. If it wasn’t ablaze, he could easily move it, but he wasn’t keen on burning his hands. Not quite THAT desperate.

this was a mistake its collapsing the whole building is collapsing it’s closing in i’m gonna get crushed there’s no way out fuck shit there’s no exit no exit NO EXIT--

“Y-You think Immunity don’t know you’re here?”

Guess it was ‘go back for the gun’ time after all.

“Fat fuckin’ chance I’d go anywhere without tellin’ somebody a damn VIRUS was to blame!”

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//oh praise be whatever the power’s back who’s still up

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//YO MY POWER JUST DIED THANKS STORM SO IF I DONT SHOW UP UNTIL TOMORROW THEN THAT MEANS I DONT WANNA PAY FOR WIFI DATA AND I WENT TO BED PEACE OUT FUCKERS

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// with Skrillex playing heavy in headphones and knocking my fa/ar c/r//y //3 cd case off the shelf (and dust with it) i think I have muse for one (1) crazy mowhawk shitlord

Pls kill it with fire

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The sight of the heat tearing its way towards him was enough to pull Oz from his stupor, jumping like a startled cat to roll out of the way. He’d seen the aftermath of what that claw did, both to cells like him and the environment, but never seen it in action. 

Now THAT was something else!

Not keen in the slightest on touching it (or even being in the same room as the virus longer than he had to), the cop leapt and rolled, coming up behind cover to fire off a few shots from his weapon before bounding off again, not even caring if he hit the target. Keep moving, keep moving, he’d worry about the damage later after he survived the encounter first.

“YOU SURE LOST LAST TIME!”

Though it wasn’t the best idea to piss off someone that could kill him three times over, Jones couldn’t help himself. It was stupid to charge in, guns blazing all by himself, but he’d be dead before he let Thrax get away with another murder for his stupid deadline. A life was a life, and Oz was on Immunity for a reason.

            𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓪𝔁━━ When open fire took place, Thrax also ducked for cover. But there was still just a big smile on the virus’s face. “This time is different, Jones.” This time.. He had psychology on his side. And he wasn’t planning on falling for those dumb tricks again. That claw that was still heated, dipped into a pool of the sinus’s mucus. Filling the whole room with steam.

   Giving him free range to torment the cop. 

              “This time, You aren’t makin it out alive.” He laughed as he made his way around the room. But it was almost impossible to tell where the voice was coming from. Or.. the sound of his chain, that he twirled around mockingly. “And even if you do win, I’ll be back. I’ll always be inside your head. Like a catchy song.”

   He began to whistle. 

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Out of anyone Oz had ever dealt with, Thrax was always the one to play dirtiest. Whether it was taking hostages, using his viral ‘gifts’ to his full advantage, or just going for a cheap shot, Thrax would probably see it as a way to get a leg up on the competition. Though it would have been nice to have his own partner with him, Osmosis had beaten him alone once, he could do it again. He’d done so in his nightmares every day for months afterward, what else could old T throw at him that he hadn’t already faced before?

“Sure confident for a guy that got his ass handed to him by a cold pill an’na single white blood cell!”

Damn it it was hard to see in here-- but as far as he knew, Thrax could see just as poorly as Jones could. Torn between turning tail for the exit (if he could find it now) and just unloading a clip towards the threat, the cop knew he’d have to fight as dirty as Thrax did, or at least outsmart him. He’d grown up on the wrong side of the digestive, he knew how to win a fight against a bigger guy, and hell on wheels was Thrax big.

More shots fired would just give away his position, but he was lucky-- he’d just had lunch. Spare change was still in his pocket, and if he could confuse the virus by throwing coins (and subsequently making noise) from a separate vantage point, he might be able to finally put him down (or at least cause some lasting damage).

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Here comes Ais with a great big hug for that blue squish boy! Ozzy’s been missed terribly, it seems. Prepare for impact! 💙

Oz feels a rush of air before he’s practically knocked out of his chair, a loud “OOF” all he can say before he hits the ground. Almost mad he had food in his hands when she came in for a landing, he just laughs, and ruffles her hair.

“I was wondering where you’d gotten off to ya goof.”