FATES // Can You Unwrite Me?

TELL DANTAE I BURN 21+ blog || multimuse || OCs and Canons under heavy construction please bear with me

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MULTIMUSE - MULTIVERSE - MULTISHIP. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. HC-BASED.

PLOT HEAVY. COMMUNICATION REQUIRED. INFLUENCED BY ALL SOURCES.

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MULTI-FANDOM // ORIGINAL -- CANON // OCs-- PARA-NOVELLA

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[ CARRD ] -- [ MEMES ] -- [ THREAD TRACKER ] -- [ MINORS DNI ]

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---BLOG ARCS AND FURTHER INFORMATION BELOW THE CUT---

Some muses, specifically Hellaverse muses, on this blog are canon divergent and I want to list a few important things about them below.

Vox -- Not as silly as canon. Much more conniving and intelligent than he is portrayed in the show. He's still a fast-talker and can also be a sweet-talker, but his words are more carefully chosen and he's more likely to THINK BEFORE HE ACTS. Very possessive and manipulative. Also FTM.

Lilith -- Did not leave Hell for so long of her own accord. She was a captive of heaven and a bargaining chip for God/Yahweh for when Hell got too far out of line. If she is in Hell, it is certainly for an ulterior reason that she is probably being forced into. She is still in love with Lucifer and misses Charlie very much.

Stolas -- Stolas is easy. His only big change is that he is also FTM.

I will keep adding to this as I think of things that are pertinent. Feel free to come look as a reference.

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BLOG ARCS:

The Saga of Frankie - Stolas/Frankie - Helluva Boss

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Welcome to the Rough N Tumble - Millie/Lea/Dez/Lin - Helluva Boss

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consider this a meme call! if we haven't interacted yet (or even if we have) give this a like and I'll throw someone in your box. feel free to specify the muse!

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muses have been updated

[azafell]

Neither of the Angels headed towards Aziraphale had been particularly on guard. After all, no one unauthorised had set foot in this part of Heaven in over six thousand years. The area had been closed off after the rebellion, and if certain Angels wondered what had become of it, they were smart enough not to go poking their noses where they didn't belong.

They had hardly registered Crowley before they were on the floor, one of them out cold, the other grateful he didn't need to breathe as a snakeskin boot pressed into his troath, enabling him to do little more than blinking up at the intruder.

"We should hide them," Muriel offered, glancing towards the room they had just exited, an involuntary shiver running down her spine. Hopefully she wouldn't have to go back in there.

She didn't get to ruminate on that thought for much longer, as Crowley barked the instruction to GET THE BLOODY DOOR. Five quick strides and she has reached it, pushing down on the doorhandle to peer inside carefully. When she confirmed it was indeed Aziraphale, and that he in no shape or form resembled that other thing, she let out a relieved sigh.

"It's him!"

Aziraphale braced himself the moment the handle went down. Such a simple feat, but, to him, the door might as well have been made from reinforced steel. No matter what he tried, it would not yield, and thus he had given up trying to escape long ago. But the door didn't fully open, and the voice coming through it was familiar in a way that made him, if only for a moment, hopeful.

It was a fleeting sensation, though he did momentarily wonder why they'd use Muriel. Sure, he had found her nice - refreshing in her honest simplicity - but they'd hardly had the time to get acquainted properly. Then the door opened properly, and, behind Muriel, Aziraphale distinguished a more familiar face. His heart sank. But he was too tired, and too proud, to protest. It wouldn't make a difference anyway. Perhaps if he could fake indifference, they would get bored of this particular torment eventually.

So instead of giving them the satisfaction of showcasing his distress, Aziraphale bowed his head, refusing to look at the figures in front of him as tears burned in his eyes.

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IT’S HIM–!

Crowley stopped breathing. Heart skipping painfully in his chest as he turned halfway around in time for Muriel to push the door open with her shoulder. Past it, a blindingly white holding cell with the achingly familiar visage of an angel kneeling on the ground.

And for a moment, their eyes met. Crowley almost lifted his boot from the guard's throat in lieu of closing the distance between them. Then Aziraphale lowered his gaze, leaving him cold. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

The very next moment his foot gave way. The guards were replaced with toads crawling on their bellies across the ivory tile beneath and Crowley snorted in satisfaction as he bent to scoop both of them up. Dropping them into Muriel's hands as he breezed past her.

"A gift." he said smartly, glancing at her from the corner of one golden eye. Despite his cheek, she seemed at a loss and he sighed. "Feed them to that thing down the hall."

"Right–!” She squeaked her answer, obviously conflicted by the command, but scurried back up the hallway anyway, leaving them alone.

“Aziraphale...” The crack in his voice was audible as he stepped beyond the door. Heels of his boots clicking on the hard floor, he closed the distance between them in three long strides before hitting his knees. “Angel...?” Hands hovering uselessly in the air for a long moment, like he was afraid to touch him, Crowley was slow to let them settle on his shoulders. Tentative for the fear that the other might disappear. He didn’t. Narrow fingers clasped around Aziraphale’s slouched frame and it was all Crowley could do to gulp in a jagged sigh of relief before dragging him into his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around him.

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discussed starter for @voxxcd

Cigarette smoke hung in the air like a heavy, looming smog. Bodies packed into narrow walkways between tables and around stage-side seats while sorry men waved paper cash at the dancer on the pole. That is, if they weren't stuffing it down their server's bra. Music boomed to a heady bass that Valentino could feel in the back of his head as he skirted around a circular booth, heading for the adjacent lounge.

There was supposed to be someone waiting for him there. Well, not him. His boss– Lazarus –the overlord in charge of this part of town. And Laz would be along in time, he supposed, but for now it was Val's job to entertain. To be the fantasy that kept them coming back. He could do that.

Strappy, platform heels carried him effortlessly through the crowd, toward a quieter nook of the club. A lounge shielded from the public eye by a velvet curtain, marked by a bouncer standing watch like it was VIP only. The bouncer, Marco, was a burly, bully sort of hellhound. Tall, but nothing compared to Val in his heels. He reminded him of a rottweiler his Abuela's neighbor had when he was growing up. Mean-looking mug and all. Val smiled when he reached him.

"Y'r man's in the corner booth." Marco gruffed as he reached to pull back the curtain to allow Val through. He didn't thank him. There was nothing to thank. They both were used to this arrangement. It was just business. So, Valentino stepped down into the lounge as the curtain fluttered back into place behind him, and surveyed the room.

It was largely empty, save for a few business types playing cards near the bar. A waitress Val knew as Candy was leaning on the counter as she waited to be called over. She was chatting with the bartender and they both cast him a casual glance but nothing more. Val didn't mind. They weren't who he was looking for. That would have been the unfamiliar face sitting in the far back of the lounge, in the corner booth, back to the wall so he could watch the room. A neatly-dressed figure with a television where his head should be.

"Interesting…" Val smiled to himself as he observed the other for a moment. At least until he was spotted. Two-toned eyes met keen rubies then, and Val smoothed his mini-skirt before heading over.

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let's talk ships

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME :   JEALOUSY.  」     * change pronouns as needed. 

' who are you talking to? '

' it must be nice to always be the center of attention. '

' you'll always be mine. '

' don't you feel so lucky? '

' i just can't let you go. '

' are you actually going to wear that? '

' you let him talk to you? '

' you're so lucky.'

' i can't believe you would do that without me. '

' you really have it all, don't you? '

' why weren't you answering me? '

' you're flirting with him. '

' i'm so glad you're mine. '

' were you looking at him? '

' you drive me crazy. '

' you're with me now. '

' don't give him any attention. '

' everyone's staring at you. '

' i don't like how he talks to you. '

' yeah, i'm jealous. '

' remind me that you're mine. '

' who was that? '

' get over here. '

' kiss me. now. '

' does he know we're together? '

' did you tell him we're a pair? '

' i don't care if he's jealous. '

NON-VERBAL:

[ KISS. ] SENDER grabs RECEIVER in a public space to kiss them in a heated, jealous manner.

[ DANCE. ] SENDER watches RECEIVER dance with someone else at a club/ball/gala.

[ SNAP. ] SENDER snaps fingers to call RECEIVER over.

[ PHONE. ] SENDER grabs RECEIVER's phone to check who' they've been talking to.

[ GRAB. ] SENDER grabs RECEIVER's wrist to stop them from leaving.

[ TUG. ] SENDER tugs RECEIVER closer in a public space.

[ WATCH. ] SENDER watches RECEIVER flirt with someone else (be it for a mission, or personal development).

[ CALL. ] SENDER calls RECEIVER over and over until they pick up.

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i have such a need to explore voxval as a ship

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my phone died, so much for reading that fanfiction.

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