[godfracture]

♍︎ 𝑮𝑶𝑫𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬 ，an independent & selective 21+ multi-muse roleplay blog with a focus on original characters based in 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑶𝒀𝑺 universe. ▓ possessed by 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔 ，he / they ，31. ✦ .10+ years.

❝ 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅. . . ❞

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𝑮𝒐𝒅, 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒚. . .

[godfracture]

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RSD is a fucking bitch bro lmao , I’ll work through this cause it ain’t anything new, but genuinely sometimes I get so frustrated with myself. Knowing damn well how I feel makes zero sense and has no logical basis, but I still feel it anyway and it makes me so sad. I hate it 😭 and I’m so damn sick of it.

[godfracture]

𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍 ! Liking this here means that you'll receive a starter from yours truly. Length, verse, plot is going to be subjective, of course. . .but I've got a influx of new followers and I figured now would be the time to throw one of these out bc I never do! Please please specify a muse, and if you are a multi specify yours as well! ✦ Also, for those who haven't seen, I did add a handful of new muses from a other multi, so they are up for grabs too! The summary regarding the additions is here.

[godfracture]

𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 ! 💖✨Consider this a little thing to get featured on my pinned & receive priority for interactions, tags in posts that remind me of our dynamic(s), occasional graphics, and more. Also expect me to lovingly harass you with all sorts of stuff. Mutuals only !✨💖

[rpclefairy]

first meeting sentence starters.

send one to have our muses meet for the first time.

“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”

“I think you dropped this.”

“You look lost. Need some help?”

“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”

“You’re sitting in my spot.”

“Whoa! Careful!”

“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”

“Is that seat taken?”

“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”

“You’re blocking the doorway.”

“Were you just staring at me?”

“Excuse me, do you know the time?”

“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”

“I’ve been sent to find you.”

“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”

“Do you work here?”

“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”

“You’ve got something on your face.”

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Do you know the way to ___?”

“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”

“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”

“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”

“You look like you could use a friend.”

“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”

“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”

“I think we’re stuck in here together.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”

“Are you the new neighbor?”

“First time in town?”

“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“I think you’re in the wrong place.”

“You seem… out of place.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”

“That was a close call.”

“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”

“Mind if I walk with you?”

“You look like you’re in trouble.”

“Was that your doing back there?”

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”

“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”

“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”

“Do I want to know what just happened?”

“You might want to keep your voice down.”

“Is it always this strange around here?”

“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”

“Looks like we’re in this together now.”

[godfracture]

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Coming soon. . .

･ ｡ﾟ☆ 𝑩𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑷 ────── Dr. Naomi Williams , former Senior Data Systems Architect for VOUGHT INTERNATIONAL. A whistleblower, who is in works to release one of the darkest secrets in the company's history ; Site Lazarus, a black site located in the Nevada desert. In the most recent past she was on a roster to testify against the company, but she hasn't been seen since. Rumor has it that VOUGHT was working to make her disappear but they can't seem to find her either all thanks to one cocky bastard.

[godfracture]

Coming soon. . .

･ ｡ﾟ☆ 𝑩𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑷 ────── Dr. Naomi Williams , former Senior Data Systems Architect for VOUGHT INTERNATIONAL. A whistleblower, who is in works to release one of the darkest secrets in the company's history ; Site Lazarus, a black site located in the Nevada desert. In the most recent past she was on a roster to testify against the company, but she hasn't been seen since. Rumor has it that VOUGHT was working to make her disappear but they can't seem to find her either all thanks to one cocky bastard.

[godfracture]

Nonverbal RP Starters ✦ @timelvst ☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

The Seventies. . .

It easily became Miss Atomic's favorite era───For the first time in her life she was afforded freedom in the forms of disco fever, the country's finest cocaine supply, and the poorest decision making that would make a Vought executive blush. It's a Saturday night, and that meant it was disco night. It had been damn near ritual for her to wind up at a local club.

♫ For the evening, she chooses a tight pink sequined bodysuit with a plunging collar and flared bottoms with a wingspan decorated with long fringe, pink glitter boots accompanying the bodysuit. Vivienne's hair styled into a feathered blowout, her makeup easily recognizable as something inspired by Twiggy. To say she was feeling DIVINE was an understatement. FINALLY an era where she could be herself and not the picture perfect housewife of the fifties.

The second the Bee Gees come on, she's out on the dancing floor having the time of her life, dancing with a 'stranger', it's staged choreography, of course. Still, she sells it and the crowd goes wild along with a few event photographers snapping photos in a frenzy. Once the final moves happen she filters back into the crowd, smiling and laughing as she high-fives a few passers by as she wanders to a outer patio, pulling out an Amethyst Eve cigarette. A quick pat down makes her painfully aware she has misplaced her lighter so as one does, she approaches another 'gal', gently tapping her shoulder.

❝ Hey, sunshine! You got a light? Totally fumbled mine inside while jivin'. ❞

[griefswallowed]

@godfracture asked: ( 🏚️ ) : for our muses to cross paths in an abandoned house. From Art <3 

sienna feels absolutely insane by simply being here. she glances behind her at the street that seemed both so familiar and so foreign, feeling a lump forming in her throat. she hasn't been back here since that fateful halloween night, over five years ago. she can't stop herself from glancing behind her at the quiet neighborhood street, feeling a lump forming painfully in her throat and tears prickling at her eyes. she'd grown up on this street, had amazing memories here, and yet she has never felt like she doesn't belong as much as she does right now. she feels like an intruder, like she should brace herself in case the old lady next door came out to screech at her.

she takes a deep breath to brace herself, fingers curling painfully tight around the key in her hand. she can see traces of faded yellow crime scene tape hanging on the mailbox and, in a sudden fury, she tears it away and tosses it so that the wind catches it and carries it away from her. her stomach roils dangerously as she forces herself to take one step closer, then another.

it takes a few tries before she's finally able to get the key in the lock and even then, she has to take a moment for herself. her hand is curled tightly around the doorknob and her chest is tight, making it nearly impossible to breathe. what's it going to be like in there? she knows that all of the furniture is still there because she refused to let anyone touch it. clean it up, take the food out, whatever, but don't take anything that doesn't need to be taken. that was what she'd said after being asked for the umpteenth time by her aunt about what she wanted to do since, at eighteen, she was the one who inherited the house even amidst all of the legal bullshittery and the trauma. 

the click of the door when she finally swing it open echoes loudly in her mind. she takes a shaky deep breath and steps inside, tears immediately falling down her face as she takes in the dust and realize with a painful jolt that someone has been cleaning it up until recently. the layers of dust were not as thick as she had expected them to be.

sienna takes a cautious step into the house, then another. she debates leaving the door open, then decides to close it in case one of the nosy ass neighbors calls the cops or something. she closes the door behind her and then turns, freezing as something moves out of the corner of her eye. that was when the familiar feeling hit her, the one that screams that danger in the form of a silent black and white clown is nearby.

she takes a couple steps towards the kitchen before she finds herself face to face with the last person that she wanted to see right now. her blood turns to ice as fire sparks in the pit of her stomach, quickly stoking into a roaring flame within her. “what the fuck are you doing here?” she hisses, knowing that she won't get an answer but unable to help herself. “how fucking dare you show your face in my house after everything that you've done? haven't you done enough?” 

she knows the answer to that final question. no. it's not enough. it's never enough for someone like him. it never will be. she's torn between fight and flight, knowing that she's weaker without the sword but unable to just turn and run after everything.

[godfracture]

Homecoming. A delicate operation! One that must be planned thoroughly. Thus far he's secured the meal───a delicious spread of rotting food pulled from the trash cans behind the house, and fresh meat courtesy of a racoon who had graciously offered itself body for the special occasion, placed between two blood red candelabras as a centerpiece on the dining room table, a sprinkle of maggots creating the perfect accents to the dish. At the table sits a collective of rotten familiar faces just for Miss Sienna───Brooke Valdeon, Barbara Shaw and the pieces of Allie Thompson, all dug up from their respective graves, arranged carefully in their seats after a long and treacherous journey from the cemetery.

A head bobs to an invisible tune in the kitchen, a hand stirring a pot of viscera with a wooden spoon on the unlit stove burner, wafting it like it were as delicious as chicken soup. A taste, the scarlet worked in his mouth in consideration before an index finger is held up, a cabinet opened, and another, looking for───Salt ! A surprised jump and smile as he finds it, snatching it quickly before turning it upside down, allowing a mountain of it to pour into the pot and all over the stove before tossing the container behind him. Course, then he grabs a pinch to throw it over a shoulder, rather be safe than sorry of course.

After, he moves quick to a bucket on the floor of the kitchen, picking it up with a ladle from the counter to quickly fill the glasses in the dining room with blood before rushing back to the kitchen after the door opens. . .and when he returns he turns and there stands the guest of honor! Sienna is early, which causes his jaw to drop in surprise, paired with wide eyes before the expression calms. Art waves it off, he technically did forgot invitations so it's only fair she didn't know when to arrive.

The smile drops instantly. After EVERYTHING he'd done for her, all the effort, and she wasn't even impressed!? A silent stomp, his hands moving immediately to grab the pot on the stove only to throw the viscera inside all over her───and when she isn't burning up, his eyes immediate dart to the unlit burner before smacking his forehead as if he made a silly mistake. His head moving back as a silent laugh shakes him. . .and when he looks down to find her soaked in gore (assuming he caught her off guard), that 'laughter' causes him to double over, the pot dropped before he points at her, hooting and hollering silently in amusement at the sight.

[fallesto]

His fingers, clad in purple gloves, drummed restlessly against the steering wheel as his battered Cadillac came to a halt outside Amusement Mile. Rainwater cascaded from the shattered neon sign above, splattering against the windshield like a barrage of tiny bullets. "Oracle of the Glass Veil? Hehe." He muttered, sneering at the faded sign that stretched his scars. "More like Oracle of the bullshit veil." With a loud metallic groan, he kicked the car door open, his boots crunching over shattered bottles and the skeletal remains of cotton candy sticks.

His laughter, sharp and sudden, pierced through the sound of the rain as he walked past the rusted ticket booth. "Oh-ho! Look at this graveyard!" His arms spread wide, head tilted back to take in the sagging big top tents and the carcass of a popcorn machine overturned in the mud.

"And here I thought I was dramatic with my exploding whoopee cushions!" A flick of his wrist sent a playing card slicing through the air, embedding itself in the decaying wood of a fortune teller's booth. The Joker had no intention of retrieving it.

The mud squelched beneath his boots as he neared the purple-and-white tent, its frayed banners fluttering like dying moths in the wind. He paused just outside, fingertips grazing the damp fabric of the entrance. "Knock knock …" He sang, his voice oozing with false cheer. Then, without waiting for a response, he slashed the tent flap open with a switchblade, stepping inside with the grace of a predator.

Quickly he twirled into the tent like a carousel nearing its end, arms outstretched as if anticipating applause. The movement sent rainwater flying from his sleeves, droplets catching the dim lantern light like scattered diamonds before splattering onto the moth-eaten rug. He collapsed into the chair opposite the Oracle with the elegance of a marionette dropped from its strings, his boots, still caked with alley grime, thudding onto her table hard enough to make the crystal ball shake.

“Helloooooooo, let me guess, your little ball, never told you I would come, hmmm?”

[godfracture]

Water droplets splatter on the crystal ball, her deck of tarot cards, the candles with wax build up. . .everything that held its own flavor of mysticism. . .and while it perturbs her she doesn't react. Instead her delicate hands lift to steady the crystal ball, assuring it didn't fall when Joker kicks his legs up onto her table. Mud splatters against her ghostly white garb and all she manages is a small wry smile.

❝ On the contrary. It was fated. ❞ she whispers in return, her head slightly tilting as her pale blue eyes watch him from behind her veil. ❝ I have met. . .Mr. Cobblepot. Mr Sionis. . .Mr. Nygma. . .Ms. Ivy, a collective of dangerous company, it was only a matter of time until your curiosity brought you here. . .but it's not just curiosity, is it? No. . .you can feel something coming. ❞ Those pale hands lift to touch at her crystal ball, more effect and comfort than real use.

❝ A woman..❞ she hums, and instead of the crystal ball flickering to life, it's her eyes behind the veil glowing with a sickening blue light. ❝ Yes. . .She's been in your life for a profound period, and she owes her enlightenment to you, but lately you have noticed a change in her. Distance perhaps, or maybe. . .it's those lingering stares when she thinks you're asleep.❞ A hum, with a inhale, her head tilting up to the light fixture overhead that slightly sways. ❝ You believe she's planning to leave you. . .You're right to question that. All the signs you've witnessed have led to it. It's not a reach, nor exaggeration. It is fact, and who can deny fact? The question is what will you do when she decides that you aren't what she needs anymore? ❞

❝ Mmm..❞ A pause, her brows furrowing beneath the veil, her telepathy grazing his brain like a gloved hand. Still she maintains her facade of monotony, offering him no judgement, no reaction. ❝. . .you have considered many things already. Bleach inside needles, gasoline inside a gut. . .You think you can keep her complacent, loyal, but you've already lost it, and you have already lost her. Every solution you've imagined shares the same flaw───none of them will ever make her love you.❞

[osaetti]

❝ peace has never been afforded to me; neither have I ever been able to steal it.  ❞ the admission (or childish grumble; it could be somewhere in between, an ill-fitted truth) slips from his lips more easily than he expects, && a finger taps restlessly against his leg. ❝ although I suppose I haven't looked to regret for it. ❞ there's a crooked smile on his face.  ❝ is that your professional advice, then? ❞ the deflection comes easily on the heels of his self-deprecating joke, more deep seated instinct than genuine anger.

Loki lets silence fall for a beat, a measure of unsaid apology in his next words for the barb. ❝ connection has been much the same, yes. regrets... I  ─  have a countless amount. a great many of them I still treasure deeply. ❞ the word treasure spills out in between them, bitterly, but his expression is steady. ❝ and abhorrent things are something I am profoundly intimate with, in all measures of my long life. ❞ he cocks his chin, tone even. ❝ have you found your landing, then? ❞

another brief hush as her words resonate. such an odd conversation, unexpected and almost thrilling. again and again, small confessions are allowed her, a strange sense of camaraderie being built. so his next words, then, are with genuine humor; ❝ I don't believe they'll be very happy to hear that. ❞ there's a sparkle in his eyes as he speaks now, conspiratorial acknowledgement of the things he's already said that if she wanted, she could report. ❝ I think they expect me to either betray them or torment you. ❞

[godfracture]

There's something familiar in the way he speaks, her eyes lax much like her body posture. . .That final mental guard crumbling as she calms into a place of authenticity. Pale blues find themselves glancing to the finger tapping against his leg before lifting back with a faint smirk at the deflection. It's expected, of course, much like that silence they both allow to breathe.

❝ My landing. Well. . .❞ A thoughtful pause paired with an inhale and glance up to the lights overhead, ❝ It's. . .riddled with tragedy. I suppose that's why I have such a fondness for the trope. ❞ A twitch of her lip before she looks back to him. ❝ I started out in a much different place . One I tried to belong in for too long. When I made the choice to find my own way, I hurt many people, but. . .Perhaps most of all, I hurt myself. ❞ The confession is riddled with a troublesome blend of regret and bile, reflected in the disdain pulling at her lips with the furrow of her brows.

❝ When you. . .are different, the world likes to remind you just how much. . .and it's always dreadful. Something I believe no child should ever have to grow through. I began hearing people's minds exceptionally young, but before I knew where the voices were coming from, I thought it was my own mind. . .Sometimes the thoughts were pleasant, other times. . . .some of the worst things you could imagine. . .and because of it I was profoundly alone. I had no friends, I was the weird kid.❞ A sigh, her head shaking slowly as a breath escapes her lips, hands flexing. ❝ I thought for a long time that I had outran the desire to dig into peoples heads, but I didn't. In my early adult life I discovered the heinous things people thought in my presence, which is still happening. You ask if I've found my landing, and I suppose the truth of it is───I've wound up in a place that is truly no different despite wanting to pretend the opposite. ❞

❝ Still. . .I persevere. . .because when everything has been stripped bare, I am able to do so. . .It's a curse as much as a blessing I suppose. ❞ A half shrug, ❝ Unfortunate really. ❞ Only then does a soft breathy chuckle escape her lips, ❝ So let them be upset. They aren't happy to hear most things, which is the least surprising thing of all. ❞ Admittance to not intending to reveal their conversation paired with a creeping smile, ❝ People tend to forget I'm not morally just, I think it's because I like wearing all white.❞

[awkwardcourage]

@godfracture | “ Are you lying to me right now? ” From Prism!

"Um..." Somehow, Hughie has managed to lie plenty of times before and get away with it. Most people chalk his nervousness up to his nature, rather than anything to do with what's coming out of his mouth. "Yeah. Look, I'm sorry, I... I guess I'm just not ready to talk about it yet."

[godfracture]

❝ That's. . .okay, you know ? ❞ Prism's voice is soft, her expression tucked into a place more genuine than what those inside Vought had been used to. ❝. . .I'm not here to criticize you, or anything like that. . .and to be. . .transparent, I don't agree with how things have been handled. ❞

[godfracture]

Nonverbal RP Starters ✦ @seratem ✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

Why she had been there was anyone's guess───An abandoned subway landing, lit by flicking fluorescents ,and not another person in sight. It's reminiscent of a place frozen in time, complete with torn advertisements on the walls, trash overflowing onto cracked concrete, the faintest squeaking of rats looking for a feast the only other sound present and the omnipresent smell of mildew and something profoundly sour.

The further she walks, the static of old audio systems crackle to life, and with them, a distorted song plays just for her. Lights flicker towards the end of the song, and soon enough the flicker off entirely, only the bright red exit sign over her head providing an aura of light. . .From behind her a hand stretches out, it's slender, boney fingers slowly dragging against her soft skin.

❝ Seems you have fallen down the rabbit hole. ❞ A raspy voice whispers from behind her, his hand wrapping around her own slowly, gently, despite the disturbing aura he's presenting. ❝Unless, of course. . .you have been looking for me? ❞

[plotbunnie]

Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

[h0mlander]

@godfracture asked: ❛ I can weep no longer, for I have no more tears to shed. ❜ for Sovereign

for once, john didn’t reply immediately. words lingered into spaces that he found incredibly irritatingly heavy the way that grief seemed to do that. grief no matter how strong one’s soul might be, it was something that stretched out for long periods at a time and demanded one’s attention.

his expression remained though his gaze narrowed on her as if trying to figure her out. even gods like him shed tears, although he would not make it known to the conversation. it would cause somewhat of an understanding to which a god would be mortified by the idea

there was no softness to it. no comfort. just blunt observation delivered with the same certainty he approached most things with.

“people act like tears actually change something.” a pause. “they don’t.”

his eyes drifted away from them briefly before settling back again, sharper this time.

the words came too easily from him. too practiced. like he had told himself the same thing enough times for it to become scripture rather than survival.

“so which is it?”

his gaze remained fixed on her, unblinking.

“are you done crying because there’s nothing left in you…” his head tilted slightly. “or because some part of you is finally learning better?”

[godfracture]

A silent rage flows through her veins like mercury. . .Much to a vast audience to donors and corporate audience her detachment has grown recognizable, but she played nice. Smile when it expected, apologize if she were particular callous, but Sovereign would be lying if she said she felt much of anything but abhorrent disgust in the people around her. It's been building and building, becoming harder to hide.

❝ Neither do prayers, and yet people still get on their knees and speak.❞ Spoken like sin, her pale green eyes focused on the cityscape on the other side of large glass windows in the Seven's boardroom. ❝ I've never been partial to either. . .Prayer is wasteful unless it's to REAL Gods, and what good are tears when people become paralyzed with them ? ❞ A faint breath of amusement, her head shaking. ❝ No. . .I've transcended the need. ❞ Slowly, her head turns to him, the absence of apology blatant. ❝ I may be a monster, but at least I'm an honest one.❞

❝ Growing up in Site Lazarus. . .I only really wanted to see the sky. Instead of affording me such kindness, they gave me a book. ❞ Glossy black lips curl, a soft breath of amusement as she moves to take a seat, the leather of her suit shifting through the air as she gets comfortable, her gaze finding him once more. ❝ It was Alice in Wonderland. . .and I found I would often daydream about being the 'Queen of Hearts'. There's one particular quote that has lived with me since I left Nevada, and it's simply : ' Open your mouth a little wider. And always say, Yes, your Majesty.' ❞

[godfracture]

𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍 ! Liking this here means that you'll receive a starter from yours truly. Length, verse, plot is going to be subjective, of course. . .but I've got a influx of new followers and I figured now would be the time to throw one of these out bc I never do! Please please specify a muse, and if you are a multi specify yours as well! ✦ Also, for those who haven't seen, I did add a handful of new muses from a other multi, so they are up for grabs too! The summary regarding the additions is here.