REGAL.

ind. pri. oc multimuse by jim. muse list. rules.

[oldominicn]

@coruscato

"Corey, I got a bone to pick with you—" She tried to give the man some peace and tranquility these days (Lord knows he needs it), but enough was enough. Eliza walked in shaking a set of speeding tickets in her hand.

"These cameras of yours are defective. When have I ever gone over the speed limit? Never! I think you're picking on me at this point." She placed the tickets on a table in front of him. "Make them disappear...." Pause. "Please."

[coruscato]

"I don't know, Eliza, I think they're working just as they should." Corey let out a low whistle as she splayed the tickets out. He pawed through them, tutting. "Have you tried, I dunno, not getting caught? I think that might solve your problem."

He looked down at his phone, scrolling through it before he leaned back in his seat, sending something off--a subsequent notification popping up on Eliza's phone. "Use that link. It'll make them disappear, trust."

[coruscato]

Jeez, everything here is so out of date

[coruscato]

Starter call btw! For anyone who's still around!

[coruscato]

Sound off, who isn't dead

[kunessii]

[coruscato]

@frestoniia

It wasn’t every day your older brother stood on your doorstep with a basket full of homemade baked goods, that’s because it wasn’t every day that it was Christmas--but, fortunately for Craig, this was indeed his reality. Today, he would find his older brother on his doorstep with a basket full of delicious treats prepared especially for him for it was the Christmas season and Edmund wanted nothing more than to share in the revelry with him.

He had knocked on the door--and after a moment or two, he debated calling him. Where was he? The cookies would soon be cold--well, they weren’t warm anymore either, but perhaps they still held the remnants of the heat from the oven--and that was fading fast in this weather; though, he figured they would still taste plenty okay despite that fact. Craig certainly hadn’t complained about them in the past.

[coruscato]

@banamaak 

There were worse things than a meeting in the Christmas season--like stepping in a puddle with only your socks on--but it ranked up pretty high up on the list in Edmund’s mind. Though, there were some silver linings to this whole debacle--one was that it made the process of gift giving a whole lot easier and Edmund was certainly going to take advantage of that fact. 

He thankfully didn’t have to present anything today, so he took advantage of this captive audience and his newfound free time to hunt down those on his Christmas list. He wasn’t necessarily planning on running into Iman so soon, but he was pleasantly delighted to see her. “Oh, love, how has your trip been so far? I do hope everything’s been relatively alright. If not, I hope,” Edmund lifted up his basket, “I might be able to help mend some of those ties with this city of mine.”

[shutyourmoustache]

Normalize smacking down needlessly shitty people.

[thatsbelievable]

[cryptidsandchaos]

might fuck around and walk into a thick fog and never return idk

[rob-pattinson]

[coruscato]

@hadzyuka Hoe, hoe, hoe.

As Christmas was the season of giving, Edmund felt led to go out of his way to give to those less fortunate than himself--and, well, this lady in question certainly was unfortunate, in all senses of the word. 

He rapped on her door in Polatsk, straightening out his pea coat as he leaned his weight to the side. Her basket was quite the sight indeed, he looked forward to seeing her face as she rifled through it. But, for now, he had to wait--and if she happened to not answer, he would... well, he would simply go home; there was no sense staying here longer than he had to.

But she would answer, he knew she would. If she wanted free alcohol, she would.

[coruscato]

slams dale on my blog

BEHOLD a MAN

[coruscato]

If I were to just write characters with no bios, how illegal would that be

[coruscato]

@attrociteas If you’re cold, they’re cold--let them in.

The Christmas season had been in swing for the past few weeks and Edmund had been busy setting up his decorations at his homes and in his office--but, tonight, it was time for another tradition: the delivery of baked goods as a year end peace offering to people he had been an absolute prick to over the past eleven months.

Frankly, the first man on his list was solely there because how accessible he was--at least location wise, was the man actually accessible? That was yet to be seen. But, he hadn’t turned down a basket of his homemade sweets and holiday loaves so far, so he remained on his list for the foreseeable future.

Edmund knocked on Arthur’s door, holding the basket off to the side.  

[coruscato]

hi so i got married and got a full time job but i am here for rn..

does anyone want any cookies from ed

[deanwinchesterapologist]

bitches who grew up in the city are like "omg the calming sounds of home 😍😍" and the sounds are like [people yelling outside] [faint explosions] [incessant sirens] [trains rattling]

[kunessii]