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"Everyone has two sides, one is who you are, the other something else." Mun Note: Each character has a Real and Fantasy self except for Maria. Her situation is just slightly different than the others. A multimuse blog by Mageling Writer is 30+ and has 12+ years of roleplay experience. CST/CDT UTC-5 time zone Follows back from anktank-rp-main

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[oncce-againn]

(trying to flirt) can i be your problem

[angelxrp]

He was right. She did want to be closer to Strawn. “My grandmother was born and raised here. I never met her, though,” Lavender admitted. She’d found an old picture of the lake tucked away among her grandmother’s belongings and thought that, somehow, coming here might make her feel closer to her. “My phone actually died. I thought I could read the map, but clearly I overestimated myself,” she added with a soft chuckle. “Would you really help me? That’s… really kind of you.” Lav considered refusing—after all, he was a stranger—but she was freezing and completely helpless. “I’m from Florida.”

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"That's a shame. May have known your grandmother if she was a native. And the same for your phone." Charles finished cranking the new barbed wire down to the last post he had had to replace. He then put his tools in the bed and retrieved his Themos to offer her some coffee inside. "Not a problem, ma'am. Happy to help out. Can't have you keep wandering around and getting more lost. Name's Charles, Florida. But everybody calls me Charlie. What's yours?"

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@entangledmuses

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cell phone headcanons

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:                              - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone                              - my muse’s last text to your muse

[technopathicredhead]

🔁

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 🔁 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬. for @fantasyandthereal

Stardew Valley OST - Winter (Nocturne of Ice)

"Well Picking up that book was a mistake" Ruby said, while she was dressed for the cold, she wasn't exactly dressed for winter wonderland.

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Talia couldn’t help but smile at the scene in front of her. Something about the situation was familiar, but also like a distant dream. The Inkwalker grabbed the book in the younger woman’s hands and handed her a coat.

“Yes. Some books are not the mundane scriptures they appear to be. So I assume that’s how you got here in such strange clothes that are clearly not meant for this weather? Now the bigger question would be whether the travel through this tome is one-way or reversible. What’s your name traveler?”

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@rdireborn

Shelley was not truly interested in the man she was getting close to. He was just another mark to be figured out. Even if he was cute, she was being paid to infiltrate his life, then report back to her employer. And Shelley was never one to mix work and pleasure. For the moment she was, just Shelley, not the Vesper Wraith on the surface. Frankly she’d have rather just poisoned the man’s drink when he wasn’t paying attention and leave it at that. But the client wanted the mark alive. So here she’d been, pretending to be a young woman flirting with the man next to her at the local tavern.

“So what’s your deal, handsome?”

[oddctelier]

closed starter for ── @anktank-rp-main

Her lips brushed against their knuckles as she held their hand within her own, worry blossoming in her chest as she muttered softly. It was an incantation she had used hundreds of times to help with illness but this time it seemed to be doing little to heal them. There was a fear starting to burn beneath the surface of her skin — a fear that her magic would not be good enough to fix this. "Il'miren, il'miren." Small threads of light seemed to pull from her fingertips and wrap around their wrist, her concentration illuminating the air surrounding them as she did her best to heal them.

Cisne had learned long ago that healing was not done by force, it was done by persuasion. And as she felt her magic pour into the other it felt as though everything around them stilled — almost as if they were watching Cisne work. The light faded and the threads dissipated, leaving Cisne holding their hand firmly but with a hunt of gentleness. Her shoulders sagged and she felt a tad bit light headed, she probably went a bit overboard with her magic this time but it was worth it in her mind. "How do you feel?" She asked, one of her hands coming down to rest on their shoulder. "You probably shouldn't move too much, it might do you more harm than good." She warned softly.

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Jonathan was in a bad way. The Hexblood had gotten into a very bad scrape protecting Cisne’s hometown. He’d have been fine if he’d not fallen from one of his bouts of being forced into the mental connection to the coven that turned him into this proto-hag form. Whether they’d reached out to him intentionally to try and figure out where their “son” had escaped to, or it was an unintentional by-product of the coven calling a meeting, he wasn’t sure. But it had distracted him enough that he’d been caught off guard by the rampaging horde he and the other defenders had been fighting against. A large orc’s greatsword through his gut had been the price. Even if he slew his attacker, he’d been on his way to the Beastlands to reside with the goddess he worshipped. That was before light threads had tugged him back to the material plane, and a simple “Your hunt is not over, Young Warden.” from the direction he was being pulled from before breath returned to his lungs and his eyes found hers.

Cisne’s lovely voice was both sweet honey and daggers to his newly conscious head. Being revived always felt like a heavy hangover, plus the crown of antlers that were regrowing after being broken in the fight did not help. But it also was the only reason he’d not grabbed for his sword to continue what his mind thought was a current battle. He relaxed and followed her voice, weakly saying, “By the grace… of Mielikki, I… still breathe,” back to her. “Did we… win the day?”

[uniiicornsources]

Send MOM + a question for my muse's mother to answer the question.

[nickygalitzine]

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 🔁 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬.

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Starter Call

Going to try writing some starters (for the girls mostly. They need attention.) If you want something specifically to you though, give a like. Want to plot first? DMs are open.

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Giselle Lycos, High Court Magister of the Senri Imperium / Right Hand of Emperor Draven Solis

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The Vesper Wraith

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Send 🧍 + A Muse* To Meet A NPC Connected To The Muse

(*Or no muse for single muse blogs)

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Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

[corsetslaced-moved]

open to: m, 21+ || opposite: Aislin d’Lunaruz (alt fcs available) plot/connection: Y/M is the king/crown prince of their kingdom, and is engaged to Princess Aislin d’Lunaruz to solidify the alliance between their families. However, Aislin is determined not to make things easy for Y/M, refusing to admit to their natural chemistry….or that they were best friends as children.

“Y/M, Your Majesty,” the princess curtseyed, yet there was a bitter bite to her words, despite it simply being how to address Y/M. “It is an honour to be in your kingdom and your presence,” Aislin added, her sarcasm well hidden as she was a trained diplomat and negotiator, despite having failed to negotiate her own marriage and was stuck with Y/M, refusing to show attraction or admiration in any form on principle of the old practice of arranged marriages. She’d even heard Y/M has requested to marry her, rather than any of her sisters. “If I may ask, your majesty, why…why me?” she had to ask, observing they were alone in the throne room.

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Martin, however did not share the same stringent policies in his kingdom. While arranged marriages were common, there was actually consideration towards one’s happiness with the arrangement unless otherwise necessary. So while she was reserved, he was open about the affection he had for his future bride. “Really? After the length of time I’ve known you and your sisters, when have I ever shown more than gentlemanly, brotherly, affection towards them? Plus, I’m your only choice now, according to your parents, and the sisters you claim I’d be a better match with, Daisy.” That old nickname for her that had initially started out of a mispronunciation of Aislin, but she was the only one among her family who had one.

“And we’re in private, so you can drop the formalities. Seeing you act so rigid towards me is odd. I know all too well that you’re putting on a face for propriety. The future queen I fell for doesn’t mind getting messy or kissing frogs.” He chuckled before taking her hand to kiss it, and then directing her to the chaise lounge. “I’d much rather talk over tea and not force you to balance on those tiny, uncomfortable, shoes your mother clearly forced you into. Or the corset you’re clearly struggling to breathe in.”