Pure creation.

Independent Inception multi-muse canon and OC blog. Undergoing a makeover right now. Icons and GIFs are not all mine. Inception is not mine. Please read rules before interacting.

[dragonroleplaystarters]

Punishment Starters!

“Are you going to come here, or are you going to make me come get you myself?” 

“Don’t look at me like that, you brought this on yourself.” 

“Stay still, squirming will make it worse.” 

“Keep count. If you lose it, we’re starting over. Understand?” 

“Go get me the cane.” 

“Take your shirt off and put your hands up against the wall.” 

“Open your mouth. I’m putting the gag in so your screaming won’t alarm someone.” 

“Did you disobey my orders?” 

“I thought I told you not to touch that?” 

“Have you finished everything I told you to do?” 

“If you don’t stop acting like this, I’ll be forced to use different tactics.” 

“Your skin turns so red under my palm.” 

“Bend over the back of the couch.” 

“Twenty hits with the belt sounds fair to me. You don’t get a say in it.” 

“I don’t care that it hurts, you’ve earned it.” 

“You might want to bite something, the whip has a bite to it.” 

“Come here and bend over my lap.” 

“I’m tired of your smart mouth.” 

[burnbooking-deactivated20171024]

IN GENERAL :: Ocs get such little attention and that’s some fucking bullshit because they are literally COMPLETELY ORIGINAL (if done right) and who the fuck wouldn’t want to get to know a person? Ocs are great. Shout out to every Oc out there, you’re amazing.

[burnbooking-deactivated20171024]

IN GENERAL :: “It’s in my drafts, I’ll get to it tomorrow” Fuck you, it’s almost been a month.

[fuckyoursensibilities]

No, fuck you.

People have lives that take priority over you and your hunger to roleplay with them. 

Some people have shit going on in their lives that hinders their ability to focus, channel their muse, and write you a response.

There are people who are naturally perfectionists and write for quality, not quantity, so it might take a fucking while.

Most people roleplay for the fun of it, and when people like you get pissy and impatient for not writing you a response on your clock, they tend to feel pressured, stressed, and perhaps even a bit resentful, and therefore they become a lot less inclined to give you what you fucking want.

A “month”? Bitch, you don’t know waiting, then. It can take six months to a year before I respond to certain threads that I’ve drafted, and I’ve made no illusions of that to those who want to play with me, and they are terribly understanding and cool with it. Go write fanfiction if waiting on others is too much for you to handle.

[inceptionmuses-blog]

New rule: if porn blogs follow me, they’re getting blocked.

[inceptionmuses-blog]

At the Royal Ball

"Who IS that person?"

"Care to dance?"

"Have you seen the prince? He's so handsome."

"You should introduce yourself."

"I want nothing to do with them!"

"I'm sorry... Do I know you?"

"I have met so many people today. I'm afraid I forgot your name..."

"Would you like a drink? The champagne is amazing."

"I shouldn't be here. I'm not one of these blue bloods."

"I feel so out of place here. Can we go home?"

"Have you seen the princess? She's so beautiful!"

"I feel as though I have been waiting for this moment all my life."

"Stop trying to set me up with people!"

"These shoes are killing me."

"Do you think they noticed me?"

"This crown is soooo heavy..."

"During the next dance I'm just going to slip out. No one will notice."

"All this pomp and circumstance... How I loathe it."

"If they come at me one more time they will find out just how heavy this scepter is."

"All I want is a cup of tea."

"Is there any real food here? Tiny bits of things on platters just isn't cutting it."

"Isn't this night magical?"

[lessthan50]

Open starter

“___”

[inceptionmuses-blog]

Her mind was in fog. Ariadne looked around but everything she saw was multiplying and swaying around her line of vision. She lifted her trembling hand to her forehead in an attempt to stop her skull from aching. 

“Oww… what just happened?” she sounded like she was tiredly waking up to go to work.

[lessthan50]

“You fell down a couple of stairs.” Stuart told her. She could’ve easily died. “How do you feel? Are you hurt?”

[inceptionmuses-blog]

How did that happen? Ariadne was not some clumsy, ditzy girl who hurt herself in front of guys. 

“I’m fine.” she responded. Ariadne could feel a headache coming in, but he didn’t need to know that. She’d be able to handle it herself. “How long was I out for?”

[inceptionmuses-blog]

Forbidden Love Sentence Starters

"We very nearly got caught then."

"I think we should meet up less, people are starting to get suspicious."

"If anyone asks, you're my cousin."

"I wish we didn't have to meet at night, but my goodness you look so beautiful by the moonlight."

"There is no pretending any more. I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there's a life after that, I'll love you then."

"Just for tonight let's pretend we're not who we are."

"I can't help myself, the forbidden fruit is always the sweetest."

"What do you mean I'm not allowed to love you?"

"I don't know what I'm going to do, I can't see myself with anyone else."

"I don't want to marry him/her/them!"

"I've began to love this place, our little spot."

"What do you think people would say if they knew about us?"

"They know."

"Perhaps we should quit while we're ahead."

"Flirting with you has been fun but I'm worried we might be in too deep."

"I can't fall in love with you, I just can't!"

"We were doomed from the start, we've been fighting a losing battle."

"I just don't care any more. I love you, and I don't care who knows."

"If you think you can stand living with me, looking but not touching, you're welcome to try."

"No matter what happens, I'll always be there for you, even if we can't be together."

[huffpost]

American Muslims Send A Powerful Message Of Solidarity To Orlando Victims

[fiftythreecrimes]

I feel sad that they even have to do this. They shouldn’t have to defend their religion. And so many in the Muslim community are also part of the LGBTQIA community.❤️

[inceptionmuses-blog]

@jester-of-genocide

“If it isn’t the infamous Joker I’ve heard so much about. Welcome to my humble abode.”

[jester-of-genocide]

  “Quite the welcoming, friend, but might I ask who you are?”

[inceptionmuses-blog]

“I am the Sandman.” he’d tip his hat if he had one. “I’m not surprised you haven’t heard of me. I like to keep my work more low-key.”

[go-amelia-archive]

Amelia quickly followed the stranger, standing by Ariadne’s bedroom door as she watched him rummage through her stuff. Her heart was racing in her chest but she quickly moved over to close her closet. “You got what you need. You don’t need to be in here, can you just go, please?” She asked, standing in front of the man while her hands held the closet shut.

The blonde pushed herself back up against the closet when he pulled out a small canister. “W-What..? I did as you said, you said you wouldn’t hurt me..” She stuttered, looking at him with wide eyes.

Before she could say another word, there was a mist & she stumbled back slightly in shock, expecting pain but nothing came along. Amelia slowly rubbed between her eyes & sighed, feeling slightly off. “Ariadne.. Pl..Please don’t hurt her..” She mumbled, feeling woozier by the second.

[inceptionmuses-blog]

Luckily for him, she wouldn’t be able to do much to get him to leave after she fell asleep. He watched her begin to lose her balance, catching her before she could bang her head on the ground.

The Sandman dragged Amelia to her own bedroom and placed her on the bed. “I won’t hurt the girl.” 

At that point, he could have done anything to her. But this woman coped and tried her best, and he wasn’t going to kill her for that. 

“Not in reality at least.”

Before he left, he took one of his nanobots, his eyes of the outside world, out and ordered it to stay put in Ariadnes room, where it would search further more more evidence and report what they found.

As he left the apartment, he whistled ‘Mr. Sandman’, as he naturally did after these trips.

[go-amelia-archive]

Amelia’s eyes widened as she looked at the man’s photo, her eyes slowly watering as she shook her head. How could this be happening? Ariadne was her friend & she had this secret life that Amelia had not clue about. The stranger looked dangerous & if this was the type of person that Ariadne had been working with or running from, she couldn’t of known her friend half as well as she thought she did.

“Ariadne barely speaks about guys. She’s always closed off about that type of thing.” Amelia answered. rubbing her nose to stop the sniffling. “Look, I don’t know anything about all of this. She left this morning & I have no clue where she is. I clearly didn’t know that she was this type of person if I was living with her.”

[inceptionmuses-blog]

The Sandman sighed again. Unlike the last guy though, this girl cooperated and did as he said. He didn’t have a reason to harm her. As a reward, he would let this woman keep her life.

The thought to check her room came to his mind. He walked into Ariadnes bedroom, which had clothes scattered on the floor everywhere. “She’s not very keen on clearing her floor.” he commented. The Sandman analyzed her room. From what he saw, Ariadne did sound like what most people would call ‘boring’. 

Opening her closet, he noticed a row of empty hangers. Some of the clothes fell off the hangers and laid as a hump on the floor. It appears she was in a hurry. Which means she knew he was coming.

“Well I’m sorry about your friend.” he said. “But after I’m gone, you will have no memory of any of this.” He was quick to extract what looked like a mace canister, containing a gas that erased memories of the last thirty minutes and put the victim to sleep for a bit.

He would explain that it wasn’t to harm her, but he knew if he stalled, she would try to run. The Sandman pressed down on the button and a gentle mist hit her between her eyes.

[go-amelia-archive]

“I know, they’re ridiculous, right? I wonder how they even pick names for places, do you think they just put random words in a hat & whatever they pick out is the name of the bar?” Amelia laughed softly, stretching her arms out before pulling on her jacket.

“Floggin’ Mollys sounds good to me. I’ll be back from work at like 8pm then we can head out at like 10? Is that good with you?” The blonde asked as she picked up her bag & pulled it over her shoulder.

[inceptionmuses-blog]

“My shift ends at five, so that wouldn’t be a problem.” Ariadne answered. Five o’clock sounded like an early time to get off work. Architects however, have to use a lot more brainpower in their work than other people.

[inceptionmuses-blog]

“He’s a monster.” Ariadne chocked. 

[go-amelia-archive]

Amelia smiled widely when her friend agreed, clapping her hands in celebration. “Yes! I’ve been needing a night out!” She smiled before clearing the rest of the table of their breakfast.

“So where are we off to tonight then? Which bar or club should we hit up first? I heard that Liquid is pretty good from a work friend.” Amelia suggested as she looked back to her friend.

[inceptionmuses-blog]

“There’s a bar called ‘Liquid’?” Wow. People and bar names these days. She was aware of a few others in town. “Well, I passed one called ‘The Centaur’, but it’s a little too fancy for my taste.” Ariadne came from Canada, where the bars were pubs and weren’t run by vegan hipsters. She was comfortable more in a place with pool tables and cigar smoke.

“There’s also another bar nearby, I forgot the name.” There was a loading circle in her mind as she tried to recall it. “Oh, it was Floggin’ Mollys. But you pick, it was your idea.” 

[go-amelia-archive]

“Well, I’ve been alone since I moved here & frankly, I’m getting sick of it.” Amelia laughed softly as she washed her dishes before moving on to dry them. “Scotland wasn’t great for romance but this place isn’t much better.”

“I know how you feel, I hate when guys do that. Lead you along like you’re a little toy before becoming bored & just dumping you like you were nothing.” She agreed as she put away her dishes.

“We should go out, get drunk & just have fun. Y’know, be the cliche girls in the movies.” She smiled as she turned around to her friend, leaning back against the counter with her arms crossed.

[inceptionmuses-blog]

A beer every now and then sounded good. As long as the place didn’t only have ‘girly’ drinks. The last time she got drunk was pretty hilarious because she starting quoting lines from the Toy Story trilogy in Shakespearian. 

“Colors me, I bethink the word thou art searching f’r is space ranger.”

“That sounds good to me.” Ariadne stood up and took her plate to the sink to wash it. She lived alone in Paris and it was nice to have a girl roommate to keep her company.

[go-amelia-archive]

“Sh..She can’t be.,” Amelia mumbled, shaking her head slightly as she watched the stranger. “She’s been my room mate for a year, I would have known if she was a thief, a traitor.” She retorted, shaking her head even more to shake the thought of her friend being someone like he described.

“You must have the wrong person. Ariadne can’t be who you’ve been hired to find. You’ve got it wrong.” Amelia didn’t believe him for a second, there was no way that her friend was who he was looking for. “If you leave without harming me then I won’t call the police & everything can be forgotten about.”

[inceptionmuses-blog]

The Sandman sighed. How many Ariadnes could a person know? He produced from his coat what looked like an iPad but was his little helper. “Is this not your roommate?” The photos primary subject was not Ariadne, but a gentlemen in a suit collecting his things at a luggage carousel. In the background though, was a small girl getting her passport stamped.

He zoomed in on her. The screen displayed a crisp and clear picture of Ariadne, a looking towards someone else.

“Perhaps she mentioned someone tall, dark, and handsome.” he assumed, bringing the focus back on Arthur. “One of her accomplices.” 

[go-amelia-archive]

“Yeah.. Maybe.” Amelia replied quietly before finishing off her tea. “It’s nice to dream though, huh?” She laughed softly as she stood up, picking up her cup & plate before moving over to the sink so start washing them. “How about you then? How is your love life going? Don’t make this all about me.” The blonde asked, her back to her friend as she cleaned.

[inceptionmuses-blog]

To dream. Ariadne didn’t have dreams anymore, only nightmares. Nightmares of men stalking and catching her. Nightmares of Cobbs crazy dead wife torturing her. Nightmares of seeing him...

“I can’t say. Never really had one.” she sighed. “I know, it’s sad. The problem is either the guy comes off as a stalker or leads me on for a while only to break me later.”

Did Arthur count? No. Arthur, like a friends ex, was off limits. Plus, she didn’t know where he was. The last place she saw him was at the airport in LA.