* BROKEN / CROWN

independent & private original character multi - muse . loved by vesper . est jan 2018.

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I could be sad about it, or I could take ten shots and pretend it never happened

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     ❝  When I suggested a girls night  ,  this is not what I had in mind .  ❞  She’s clad in a very fitting  ,  skin - tight dress that  ,  if in her closet  ,  would’ve never seen the light of day .  Half hiding behind the dressing room door  ,  Leslie refuses to take one step over the threshold .  Someone might see her .  ❝  I’m sure a T - shirt and some jeans will work for  ...  wherever we’re going .  And these heels ?  I might as well just sign my own death certificate now !  ❞

@salmiire

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* DARLING .

          ❝  you got a lotta nerve, honey.  ❞     //      @knifedwords

     She’s like a deer in headlights  ;  for a moment she can do nothing but stare in horror as she tries to come up with words adequate enough to work her way out of whatever trouble she’s just gotten herself into .  ❝  I didn’t mean to offend  ,  I just ---  ❞  an embarrassed smile pulls at her lips while hands nervously fidget with each pocket of her jeans ,  ❝  you just look really familiar .  ❞

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MUSE PREFERENCES

please repost, don’t reblog. ♥

OPEN CURTAINS | CLOSED BLINDS STRAY DOG | HOUSE CAT PEOPLE | PETS OUTSIDE | INSIDE HALF-EMPTY | HALF-FULL TV | RADIO SING | DANCE SHOES | SANDALS CASH | CREDIT HIKE | DRIVE CASUAL | ELEGANT CENTER | CORNER SWORD | SHIELD AIRPLANE | BOAT FIZZY | FLAT GARNISHED | PLAIN EXTRA SALT | EXTRA PEPPER SPICY | MILD RECORD PLAYER | DIGITAL MEDIA OPAQUE | TRANSPARENT WHITE LIES | COMPLETE TRUTH BLUNT | SUBTLE LOUD | SILENT BOOKS | MUSIC FAMILIAR | NEW YOUTH | EXPERIENCE SPOON | FORK, AND KNIFE KNIFE | BASEBALL BAT SPACE | OCEAN BOW AND ARROW | BLOW DART LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT | SLOW BURNS FRECKLES | DIMPLES LONG EYELASHES | LONG FINGERS SOFT LIPS | SENSITIVE NECK STUBBLE | THICK HAIR SLOW DANCE | INTIMATE CONVERSATION CANDLELIGHT DINNER | STARGAZING

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OC STRUGGLES IN THE RPC

honestly writing an OC in this community is another set of issues.

the soul crushing feeling when you see “no OCs” in someones rules

constantly having to dumb down your canon

adjusting to adapted canons

the amount of your own canon and lore you have to sacrifice to do that

when you mention wanting to write a canon, people that have never shown any real interest in your OC jump out of the woodwork to encourage you to do it

when you do it, and that canon gets more attention than your OC ever did

the alternative of that: when your first character was canon and you transition to writing an OC, people suddenly disappear

fandom OCs that outgrow their fandoms and muns that feel they have nowhere to put them

endlessly worrying if your character is too sue-ish, even after x-amount of years

TRIPLE THAT IF YOU’RE PLAYING A FEMALE OC

oh my god female OCs need their own post

female OCs constantly being underestimated and dismissed; being held to a different set of standards than other OCs

honestly i know people that are straight up afraid to write a female OC for these reasons. they’re discouraged before they even start because they know they will never get the same acknowledgement

people assuming simple, stupid things about your muse (can we all agree to stop guessing whose muse is taller and just look from now on?)

feeling like you have to jump through hoops to keep up with everyone else and keep your character fresh and interesting so people don’t lose interest

canon blogs that shit on OCs– you realize you were OCs too right? what would the original writer of your canon think?

no seriously, it can be so discouraging writing an OC. how many ideas are you killing by snubbing OCs? the future of creative media is in our hands!

has someone stolen my canon?

is my canon too similar to someone else’s?

do they think i stole their canon?

and what do you do when somebody does steal your canon? it can be so hard to prove and it’s so easy for it to be dismissed

having your OC written off because of the face claim choice– that face is constantly typecast, nobody can take it seriously, they’ve been overplayed and ruined. (we love you, nina dobrev and 1D OCs, you’re doing gods work)

honestly, i’m sure i could keep going. if you ask your local OC muns, they’ll be able to tack a few of their own struggles onto this list. hell, i encourage you to!

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gender: “pretty boy”

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* VIRTUE .

@knifedwords continued from here (x)

she GLANCES back behind the door for a moment, small face weighing up his WORDS. before she flicks her eyes back to him. NIBBLING on her plump pink lip. she opens the door and reveals that she’s all BLOODY. pale palms covered with the sticky red stuff, cute blue dress no LONGER as childlike as it once was. even her cheeks are stained with the stuff.

                    “he, he was wanted to HURT me..                                                              so i.. i HURT him.”

she explains, not WANTING to give marcus too many details of where she’s just been. 

                        “I THOUGHT i could wash it all off… but.. i made a mess.”

     Marcus raises to his feet with a speed that’s inhuman  ,  quick to rush to Virtue’s side and place his palms on either side of her head  ,  the tips of his fingers running through her hair .  His thumbs trace patterns against her skin as he gives her a once - over .  He just wants to know that’s she’s not hurt and only once he’s sure there’s nothing major does he grab both of her hands in his and lead her further into the bathroom .  He doesn’t mind the blood at all  ;  it’s the idea of someone hurting Virtue that brings an animalistic growl to his lips .  ❝  Not angry at ya ,  ❞  is all he can manage in the human tongue and even this comes out as more of a beastly snarl than anything close to words .  His demeanor is much more  ...  wolfish now  ,  and as he wets a washcloth and brings it to her cheek  ,  Marcus finds he has to put all of his focus into being extremely gentle .  He will never cause her harm .

[cummbunny]

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* VIRTUE .

“everything SUITS me marcus.” 

she snips, though she’s HALF serious. she can FEEL his  guilt and she enjoys it, angels are trained to show mercy on those who REPENT. her small form is clothed in an old TWO piece that makes her look like she stumbled out of 1953, toned tummy on show even in the WINTER. marcus’ status as an ORIGINAL of his kind has always made her like him, there is SOLACE in similarity. even for someone like her. she peps up a little at the mention of milkshakes. demeanour suddenly sticky sweet, eyelashes fluttering.

                                   “oh marcus, you do CARE.”

she squeals, hand on her forehead like she’s marilyn monroe in a black and white movie.

                                “as many MILKSHAKES as i want, you sure                                               know how to win a girl over.                                              alright we can be pals again.”

she thinks for a moment and then adds.

                             “though i would have thought i’d have made a                                          BELIEVER out of you by now.”

     ❝  Ya got quite a flair for the dramatic .  ❞  But like the glasses  ,  Marcus finds it charming .  A little over - the - top sometimes  ,  but always a pleasant change from the routine monotony of his life .  He chuckles  ,  the corners of his eyes crinkling under his broad grin .  ❝  I’ll always care about you ,  ❞  he responds sincerely  ,  but the obvious humor in his eyes is ever - present .  He leans over to place a chaste kiss on the top of her head  ,  his words nothing more than a whisper against her hair ,  ❝  Even if ya are overly theatrical .  ❞  His playfulness is replaced by seriousness after several seconds .   Believing in Virtue’s father was one thing  ,  but putting faith in him  ( or whatever you were supposed to do  ...  what did Marcus know ? )  was another entirely .  An unenthusiastic shrug is presented in place of a proper response .  ❝  Believe  ...  guess I’ve got no choice  ,  considering .  But  ...  belong ?  No .  ----  Let’s go  ,  hm ?  ❞

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* AMELIA .

               They told her it was closed, they told her she couldn’t enter            which was the only reason she went inside. When someone told her she couldn’t do something, spite made her show them otherwise. The guards outside hadn’t even seen her sneak in, it had been too easy. Amelia expected to be greeted with some kind of grand event but instead, there was nothing but a lonely, miserable ass. ❝ I’m not in the mood for company either, man, I just want a DRINK. ❞ She ignored his command and took a seat on the stool beside him. her hands on the counter as eyes darted about in search for a bartender. ❝ There a bartender here or what         ❞

              ❝ They did tell me you’re closed but I decided you should be open. ❞ She spoke with easy confidence even as fists clenched and unclenched, desperate for a drink. ❝ This was the closest bar for blocks. Gimme a break. ❞

     ❝  Does it look like there’s a fuckin’ bartender ?  ❞  Vincenzo snaps at her with a roll of hazel eyes  ,  downing the rest of his drink in one go .  If she were one of his associates  ,  she would’ve already had a bullet in her brain  ---  he’s too quick to rage and very trigger - happy .  No more unnecessary messes  ,  he thinks .  It repeats three times before he’s able to calmly slip off the barstool and snatch the vodka from the top shelf .  He opens it  ,  aimlessly tosses the cap to the floor and takes a swig right from the bottle .

     Several seconds pass before he turns to face her .  There’s a malicious glint in his eyes when he fixes her with a cold glare  ,  setting the bottle down so he could grasp onto the counter with both hands  --  perhaps too tightly .  ❝  You a top shelf or bottom shelf kinda lady ?  ❞  With a curt nod  ,  he motions to the shelves of liquor behind him  ,  ❝  Pick your poison  ,  princess  ,  but then we’ll go back to quiet  ,  huh ?  ---  Or I could always drag you out by your fuckin’ hair .  ❞

[hellothisistruth]

He’s toxic. His smile will poison you. His boyish charm dangerous. The glint in his eyes as he challenges you to do something devious is lethal.

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        werewolf    /    requested by anonymous !

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"promise that you won't get mad." she hasn't opened the door to his house properly yet, she's just peeking around the door to the cabin. brown eyes guilty.

     Shit .  That’s the first thing that comes to mind .  What did she do ?  ❝  Can’t promise that .  ❞  And it’s true  ;  anger’s all he knows .  It’s instinct .  He turns to look at her with an exasperated sigh  ,  but chooses to remain seated on the couch  ,  situated several feet from the door .  Just in case  --  he’d rather be far enough away so he could take his quick temper out on something other than her .  ❝  Ya don’t gotta hide from me  , Virtue  --  no matter what .  What happened ?  ❞

[underworldwrites-deactivated201]

oh god royal aus

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“your country’s trying to take over/annex my country and you’re making it difficult to hate you because you’re so nice and attractive stop it” au

“we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice” au

“i’m a prince/ss and you’re a servant and we’re not supposed to hang out but we’re gonna fall in love anyways” au

“i’m a prince/ss and you’re my bodyguard and we’re so not supposed to bang but we kind of did anyways” au (bonus: limo sex is great sex)

princess diaries style “i grew up not knowing i was royal and suddenly my royal grandparent showed up out of nowhere and told me i was so now i guess i’m the heir to the throne and you’re my crush from my pre-royal days but i still have a crush on you” au

alternately, “i grew up not knowing i was royal and now i guess i’m heir to a throne and you’re the guy who’s supposed to be teaching me how to be royal bc i suck at it and oops we made out” au

“i’m a prince/ss from a small country nobody’s heard of and i’m in college pretending not to be royal and you’re another student who’s always calling me out on my bs” au

“my country’s going through some issues so i’m here in hiding and you’re a civilian who lives in the same apartment complex as me” au

[karaszorelarchive]

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     ❝  It must be wonderful to be  ...  like you .  ❞  Leslie has thought about it more than once  --  the allure of being something so strong .  To be invulnerable  ,  without worry of ailments or disease or being harmed by another .  Omnipotence  ,  if it could be regarded as such .  To Leslie  ,  the idea of power is something straight out of a dream  ;  a reality she can’t quite touch no matter how hard she tries .  ❝  What does it feel like ?  ❞

@vampanic