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“  if you ever find yourself in the wrong story, leave.  ”     a selective multi - muse.   written by taylor,   28, she/they. affiliated with: yharnum, veilmotel, & forwrath.

carrd, memes, boards, art cred. main blog.

primary.

romeo lucignolo from lies of p. he/him.

rufus shinra from final fantasy vii. he/him.

jesse chambers from detective comics. she/her. info.

apollo from greek myth. he/him.

ada wong from resident evil. she/her.

secondary.

filippa kosta from if we were villains. she/they.

vis telimus / prince diago of suus from the hierarchy series. he/him. info.

suren from the folk of the air. she/her.

vincent valentine from final fantasy vii. he/him.

tifa lockhart from final fantasy vii. she/her.

tertiary.

holland vosijk from the shades of magic series. he/him.

matthew lynch from the raven cycle. he/him.

jordan from the dreamer trilogy. she/her.

grant emerson (damage) from detective comics. he/him. info. [tw for csa]

kol mikaelson from the originals. heavily headcanon based. he/him.

jill warrick from ffxvi. she/her.

ethan winters from resident evil. he/him.

test.

will kempen from dark rise. he/him.

larkin gorm garret from tfota. he/him.

sleipnir harbard from ffxvi. she/her.

victor frankenstein from frankenstein (1818 vers). he/him.

test-test... (the boys ain't ready yet, but i have them in my pocket)

prince noctis lucis caelum from ffxv. he/him.

richard 'dick' grayson from detective comics. he/him.

enver gortash from baldurs gate. he/him.

[kennycrows]

May the Blessing of the Crystals go with you.

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the ff xvi dlc that exists in my head: evil gays sleipnir and barnabas fighting good gays terence and dion

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I HOPE THEY CAST JACOB ELORDI OR TIMOTHEE SHAMLAMADINGDONG AS JAMES IN THE IF WE WERE VILLAINS MOVIE/SHOW <3

KIM IS THIS YOU????

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HOPE YOUR BACON BURNS TODAY <3

i don't eat bacon, honey

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Oh nooo I fell for it nooo :(((((((( noooo... 🤡

thanks for playing

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GOOD MORNINGGGG, i got a lil start on dms last night... so i am excited 2 keep those going! i'm also very slowly drafting replies to those plotting memes, so expect those and expect me buzzing in your ear like a bug at some point tonight. i know i keep saying this. but this time it's true!!

[yharnum]

he was uncharacteristically quiet this morning, though he wouldn’t chalk it up to being subdued. however seismic the night more had been, & however pleasantly exhaustive, he didn’t harbour any complaints about it at all. this was something altogether different. at first he’d considered keeping it to himself. what was the point in being the one to bring it up when she hadn’t exactly given him a reason to? it would have been comfortably well enough to let it be. sleep in, take her out, inhale tacos at an inhuman rate. the usual with jesse, and what about it needed to change anyway? yet the words tumble out like he can’t trust what his eyes are trying to sell him.

maybe it wasn’t the best time to blurt it out either; he catches her right as she’s taken a gulp of lemonade & it leaves her wiping her mouth off hurriedly. [kind of irritating, seeing that; she looked hot doing it and there was lipstick staining that napkin. woof.] with a light scoff, he knows he’s making a face. twisted up frown and brow bent to say, no, he wasn’t joking, but it sounds about as stupid to his ears now as challenging her to throw back beer. couldn’t help it, could he? he wasn’t blind but something worse: although he could see her joy, the light in her eyes, he was someone who didn’t always trust his eyes.

❛  huh? let me, what?  ❜ finally, his mouth twitches; it gives away wry amusement and a forming smirk that matches her own. jason leans over the table now to invade her space a bit better, with his arms folded over it & his eyes snagging on her face. ❛  you wanna elaborate on that? avoid, uh, misrepresentation.  ❜

he gets punished with a boot to his shin. with a scoffing laugh, he leans back into the shitty booth and tosses an arm over the head rest. jacket splayed open, his shirt smells like her perfume. easily, the leather zip on the side of his boot treks ever so lightly up along her leg. ❛  how often we talkin’? i can let you embarrass me over culinary dares only so often. oh, but if you got time to kill with me...  ❜

miss see-ee-ooooh. running with trouble from nine to five suddenly. he wondered, did her little interns flock around the office building like confused ducks around her? did they notice the dishevelled state of her desk & dress when she left in a hurry? belatedly he realises, it’s bad move thinking about it; she’s taking up enough space in his mind on a good day that— there he goes, thinking about the lipstick stain on a stupid napkin. he clears his throat a bit, boot still by her leg. she says, try the churros, and he’s not hungry for it, kind of dying inside about his limits, but he’s nearly always desperately hungry for other things in his vicinity. ❛  dude, i can’t. worried if i eat any more, i’ll turn into one. can’t let that happen, we need you focused.  ❜

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tacos and lemonade, and a teasing dance with red hood that now felt second-nature. the rubbery smell of the booth, the way it squeaked with their weight every time they shifted, and the clamor of cooks somewhere arguing did not touch jesse. and jason seemed just as thoroughly unbothered. the food was good, filling. their legs were touching under the table like a challenge and a promise. and jesse both watched and listened as jason took the out she'd inadvertently given him, the conversational escape route. should've known he'd be so cheeky. wasn't he always?

the speedster wasn't pissed, not even close, but she gave him a little kick beneath the table, anyway, a swat as her skin warmed, contact meant to jostle, not harm. her mouth quirked, eyes of the studious scholar and ceo flicking over him while he sat back in the booth. there it was again: the squeaking noise of the seat. the environment had almost comical timing! her subtle smile broke into a grin for exactly 3 seconds, then smoothed into something neutrally content for speech. ❛  easy, i'd hate to put you on your ass in front of grandma and grandpa,  ❜ booth number 6, just to the left. they were wearing their church finest and couldn't hear jesse at all. she tipped her foot a little to the side, a jolt going down her spine at the brush of contact he lent her. touch held so much power. she hadn't known until she'd met him. or maybe she had, and she spent a good chunk of her life running, too afraid to melt in someone's palm. well, here's for melting.

❛  you know what i'm talking about.  ❜ duh. jesse's other leg, not captive, shifted suddenly, and his pants leg slid an inch up his calf as she nudged it. ❛  and yep, i do, so, once a week at least. that too much for you to handle? think about it and reach out to my people. we can try my place next time. you cook.  ❜ fully a jest between them. he hardly needed to put in a notice; they were comfortable enough with each other to justify jason simply showing up.

noting that some of the food was still untouched, (she'd had enough herself— her appetite was vast, but not limitless) jesse fondly suggested he try the churros. he was full, though. clearly. and most definitely distracted, if the press of limbs beneath the table was any indication. jesse kept her blue eyes on him as she finished off her lemonade, a lapse of just a few seconds, and said, amusement in her tone, no longer the ceo but some lovesick, hypocritical thing who'd come to reap her own proclamations:

❛  suit yourself— guess that's a no on a to-go box?  ❜ the server, kind but bored, looked their way, head turning at the sound of minimum wage trigger words, but didn't approach; someone else flagged them down, pulling their attention. the couple that was not a couple teased uncontested, then, uninterrupted. for now. ❛  care to tell me what exactly i need to focus for?  ❜

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i may or may not be entertaining a ff multi :3 probably just going to use my current list (rufus, tifa, sleipnir, jill, vincent, noct) and add squall + rude, but i'll consider any other characters, too. if you have requests... put them gently below

yes... soon... SOON

[maythe4th]

HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS (2003) dir. Donald Petrie

[aphel1on]

i have such a love for characters who descend into madness or villainy out of deep, deep empathy. characters who fundamentally cannot cope with the cruel realities they find themselves in and blow up about it in spectacular fashion. fallen angel type characters with tears of outrage in their eyes. characters who break before they bend, and break so badly they splatter blood all over their noble ideals. every variation on it gets me so good

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aeon: come on, don’t let it end like this.

❛ i won't, ❜ ada snapped, a brief wave of pain, impersonal irritation before she caught sight of that crumpled, worried face and felt like an ass for her edge. she sighed out, wincing a little as she wrapped her wound with inadequate gauze; his hands took rein as hers fumbled, and her pride was sharp, but let him finish. with leon's help, she'd already picked the shrapnel out of her leg, an explosion set by a member of the connections she'd been trailing sending her skidding back. there were echoes of raccoon city as she stood, his hands on her shoulder, her waist, then her cupped cheek.

the same leg had been pierced in '98, too. and he'd been just as helpful in those early days, just as eager to put her together and soothe the hurt. this time, ada let him. their bodies weren't strangers to each other; her limbs missed his limbs. she allowed herself to feel the pain of her injury for exactly five more seconds, skin paling, forehead clammy. then, she was all adrenaline. ❛ i'm too stubborn to die, leon. you know that. this is—nothing. ❜ in the seconds that followed, ada placed a bloody hand at his collarbone and told him everything he'd missed since he'd seen her last: (work had stolen him away just as these mishaps began....) the violent attempts to hack into the safe house at the start of the week, the bomb that had been strapped to a car she planned to rent, the little shop that owned the vehicles damaged by the sabotage. the steady feeling that eyes were on her.

someone wanted her dead; the desire was both clear and loud. and though their methods were crude, lacking subtlety, they'd drawn blood. enough was enough. ❛ now you're up to speed. ❜ why hadn't she called, told him her life was in danger? she had an easy explanation: she'd thought she could handle it herself, didn't think it was worth worrying him over.

the trail ahead was a mess. now that the smoke had cleared, she could see into it, but the passageway was blocked, choked by rubble. she didn't feel like flirting with another explosion just yet. no, she'd double back, find a way to loop around and intercept the person all the same. ❛ been a long time since someone's knocked me off my game. why don't we bring down the bastard together, @yharnum? we're due for a date. ❜ as if she weren't actively bleeding. they'd need at least a brief reprieve before she could stalk the culprit again.

@yharnum,

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“turn off the look. i hate that look.” vincent

❛ —what? ❜ vincent asked, but only after staring directly at them for a minute, head tilting slightly to the left, not unlike a dog trying to understand a strange sound. voice nothing but serious, all wry inclination he'd shown earlier gone as the sun shone bright and hot, and he became grumpy and in desperate need of a nap. sometimes, he missed the dark cradle of a coffin, a small room. it was quiet always, it had nothing to say about his expressions or lack thereof. how exhausting the world was, but rewarding, too. there was no turning back now.

@giriure was an interesting creature, at least. a curious one. he didn't know if he was projecting or not when he looked at her and thought he sensed a familiar weariness, a familiar strain that came with bearing heavier burdens than most. the sort of pain that made your shoulders throb and your back bend. he exhaled rather loudly, red collar half obscuring his mouth as he continued. ❛ i have a look? you're imagining things. tired, maybe. when is your bedtime? ❜

@giriure,

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apollo who is your favourite child ever. Do not say ken

❛ and who are you to dictate my tongue? out with you! ❜ apollo, ever the stubborn; just like his beloved son, who would sooner scrunch up his proud little face than admit the two of them were more alike than not, shared more similarities than differences, cycles persisting through them, father and son and son and father holding a mirror to each other. he waved an impatient hand in the air. a bird alighted his shoulder and took offense. it thought, in its little head: master is displeased, this shan't go well. but apollo liked to praise his children more than he liked to defy orders, and he found himself smiling in seconds, thinking of his son's ambitions.

❛ i have no average offspring. they excel all; i love them all. yet if i had to choose... ❜ paternal pride soared within. the air seemed to grow warmer, brighter, happier. not an oppressive heat but a happy one. ❛ he breathes unapologetically. his teeth are sharp, his hands quick when he steals, every blow accurate. no trace of his feeble mother in his bones. i could not be prouder! ❜

@daylighter,

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and if dio said to apollo put the lyre down and grab that guitar, bitch we're starting a band ???

❛ my ambitious brother, ❜ apollo started, pale brows knitting as he nevertheless continued to cradle the lyre, fingers stroking the sides as though it were a pet, not a beloved musical instrument. hermes would huff. ❛ which mortal companion inspires you so? ❜

his mouth twitched up into a smile, fond and indulgent and lazy. he stood up, his own brand of mischief lighting his eyes suddenly, and poured them both glasses of wine from his gilded bar, pearl with stars and spirals etched in gold. he couldn't help but tease his sibling. but ennui came easily to gods, didn't it, and apollo was naturally curious even here, had grown too idle as of late and wanted a little stimulation, wanted to experience something new. he thought of bands as he knew them, various sorts springing up over time, and the muses, beautiful, keen, smiled on, draped over chairs in much the same way he'd been. they approved. handing @alucinore a glass, contemplating the offer: ❛ i suppose we would play in your domain. ❜

[inoyana]

GOD I LOVE VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN

hello i changed his design again. i’m trying to find a good balance so that he doesn’t look like a generic anime boy im really trying man. its in my blood. i dont want him to look like , actually realistic either though because i find that really boring but i want him to still have like a nice design yanno…

this was like a 15 minute doodle but i wanted to post something frankenstein again i just love him so much i cant believe the new movie botched his character so badly

[dandelionfool]

Deaglán/Carnifex/Siamun