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                                                              indie multimuse

                                              stubbornly sticking around via jack

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LEAVE EVERY PLACE BETTER THAN YOU FOUND IT.

( Look at this brilliant graphic Atlas made for me!!! )

God, I had no idea what I was doing when I first started this blog, and I still kind of don’t. The fact that I broke 200 is bananas to me. I’m so grateful for all of you, though. My dash is a constant joy, and I don’t think I’ve ever had more fun writing a character than I have with Molly.

He’s left my life better than he found it! 

RIDE OR DIE.

I would literally find a pig farm for you if you needed it.

( @feralandfair​ )—[plays in the background] Hello, bees. You’re the reason this blog exists, and I will remind you every chance I get!! I love writing with you (your characterizations have so much depth, your writing? beautiful), but more than that, I love talking to you. You’re talented and brilliant and weird and funny and generous and cute and a lot of other words that escape me right now when I veer into schmaltz-territory. You make me happy. Thank you for being in my life.

( @solarsurfer )—You’re a bastard and I love you. We may not write together on these blogs, but we’re still gonna get through this bitch of an RPC together if your puns don’t kill me first. Thank you for your voice, your hilarity, and your dope graphics. You’re one of my favorite people to talk to. Keep shooting straight. Folks can die mad about it.

( @pafallende )—You wonderful bean, you talented, delightful human! Thank you for giving Molly a shot, especially after all our time with Shiro and Honey. I was afraid to lose you as a writing partner when I moved blogs, but Molly and Newt’s friendship is everything to me now. Writing with you is a joy that consistently inspires.

( @chartographic )—*holds your face* You know I love and adore you, right? You know you’re a wonderful writer and world builder and that Dox, before Caleb, was my OG dirty boy, right??? I would die for you both. Thank you for always making room for me, whoever and wherever that may be.

( @brknsh )—Would I murder for you? The answer is yes. I don’t know how a single person can exude such constant kindness, positivity, and generosity, but you do. You deserve the world, and you have such a bright future ahead of you. Also, I’m probably posting this real late your time, so if you’re reading this in real time: *slam dunks u into bed*  

( @lingerxng )—LOVE YOU, BITCH. AIN’T NEVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU, BITCH. Thank you for including me in your life. The way you write and capture a character’s voice—including all the funny, fourth wall breaking bits—is incredible and something I want to learn from.

( @necrolilah )—Remember that time we killed a man twice in a row? Remember that time you spoiled the end of campaign one for me? Goofs aside (and I know you’re going to deny what’s coming), you’re a phenomenal, thoughtful writer and a brilliant—and wicked—mind. You don’t pull punches and I both appreciate and envy that.  

( @cobaltsouled )—You know how you know someone for like five minutes but shared experiences makes it so you’re like, hmmm, my people? That’s you. I love bullshitting with you and laughing about white people when they get Big Mad. Truly the voice of Beau.

SHINE BRIGHT.

I love seeing everyone on my dash! Interacting with y’all always makes me happy-wiggle!

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draco;

“I don’t think my father knows how to act as if he likes anyone,” Draco says, softly, as if it doesn’t break his heart to hear his son talk like this. “It’s not that he doesn’t like you, it’s that he’s–I mean, the way I was raised, it wasn’t–” It does not matter the way he was raised. This isn’t about him, this is about his son, and when tonight is over and all his children are safe in their beds he will absolutely be having words with his father.

Biting his lip so he doesn’t say anything he might regret to his father in front of his entire family, he takes Scorpius gently by the arm, guides him away from everyone else. “My father,” he says, when no one else can hear them, “is a cunt. My father has always been a cunt. He will probably always be a cunt. I’m sorry you have to deal with him. And you should like you. You are a very, very good kid.” He pulls Scorpius into a one-armed hug. “You know that, right? That your mother and I love you very much? And if you want him not to come to this sort of things anymore, then he won’t come to this sort of things anymore.”

scor is somewhat surprised when his father takes him aside-- the brief thought flashes through his head that he shouldn’t have said anything, but it’s not like draco doesn’t know the way lucius treats him-- but the surprise melts away when he sees the look on his face. he almost smiled-- almost-- at the way draco talks about him. it’s a relief, really.

he returned the hug, wrapping both arms around his father and squeezing a bit. ‘i know you do,’ he said, pulling away to look at him seriously. ‘and i love you, too.’ at the suggestion, he shrugg- ed gently, eyes glancing downwards. ‘it’s not my party,’ he said, offering draco a soft smile. ‘it’s not my place to ask he not be he- re. i mean-- i wouldn’t invite him to my own parties. probably. but... he’s mostly just avoiding me, so. it’s alright. i don’t mind.’

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"it is really unbelievably difficult to get accurate information about a haunted house." also for diego

haunting of hill house starters | accepting.

‘good morning to you too, klaus.’ it’s said mildly, with only a hi-nt of oh, jesus, what now? underlying it. diego looked up from his breakfast, still crunching a piece of bacon. ‘i take it you did-n’t sleep.’

he watches his brother for a moment, then sighs, sitting back in his chair. ‘why are you trying to get information on a haunted ho-use?’ diego said, crossing his arms over his chest. ‘don’t you no-rmally try to avoid ghosts?’

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“I’m just trying to help you.” [thervnqueen]

some old meme | @thervnqueen

‘yeh, i’m sure you are.’ 

the resentment will fade, he tells himself continually. it’s not her he’s really mad at-- it never has been. why couldn’t you have be-en faster? if you had just been faster, you could have caught thetrap, you could have stopped it--

he pauses. breathes. and looks up at his goddess again.

‘i know you are. tell me what to do.’

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scorpius starter call | @ophelialived

‘i hate the ministry.’ he’s laying facedown on the couch, voice slightly muffled by the cushion his face is buried in. he hasn’t even bothered to take off his outer robes, and the bag on the floor near his head is telling the same story: he walked in and promptly fell over.

‘it’s a terrible organization full of terrible people who are so stu- ck in the past they can’t see what’s going on in front of their own damned faces.’

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(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) (vax)

my muses feelings towards yours | accepting.

he isn’t quite sure how they ended up in bed together. he doesn’t know, but vax isn’t upset about it, either. caleb’s body is thin, but warm, burning with a fire that is unfortunately familiar to the half-elf; his side has a new scar thanks to it.

but he doesn’t mind, not one tick. his only goal right now is to sooth that fire.

his lips start at the crown of caleb’s head, a small smile curving his scarred lips– maybe that would get the wizard to relax a bit. vax can feel the tension under him as he moves downwards, br-ushing his eyelids, his cheek, his ear, before finally, finally meeti-ng his lips.  the kiss is slow, languid almost as vax takes his time with it, one hand cupping caleb’s jaw. he wants the man to relax, damnit. and he was going to make that happen if it killed him.

vax travelled further, lips meeting the skin of his neck now. the little voice in his head told him to bite it, mark it, see what kind of delicious noises he makes, but– another time, perhaps. he’sbusy moving to his shoulder, kissing his way down caleb’s arm and down to his wrist. here, he dares to stop and give a little nip to his pulse point, dark eyes dragging up to meet brown. he hol-ds his gaze for a moment, then turns to carefully press a soft ki-ss to the pad of each finger. 

he repeats the treatment on his other side, starting with his fing-ers and working his way back up. vax plants a kiss at the spot where his chest peeks out from his shirt, settling both hands alo-ng his sides to hold him still. he doesn’t stop there, continuing down to kiss his stomach, his hips, all the way down his legs to the inside of his foot, before making his way back up. vax slides one hand into his hair, holding the back of his head as he kisses him again, and again, trying to memorize the smell of his skin and the way his mouth felt.

he isn’t sure how they ended up in bed together, but if he has any say in it, they won’t get out for a long while.

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scorpius starter call | @potterstillstinks

‘i don’t think grandfather likes me all that much.’ it’s said without remorse, or hurt, or even anger. scor is standing next to his father, talking quietly, as his sister opens anot- her present. lucius is across the room; he hasn’t said mo- re than two words to his grandson all day.

it’s a little strange to admit it aloud. he’s known (or at least, suspected) it for years. ‘is it terrible that i’m not upset abo- ut it?’ he asked, voice low enough to not be carried over the rest of the party. ‘i mean-- i don’t know. i don’t mind th- at he doesn’t like me. i like me.’

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❛ am i going too fast for you? ❜ / VAX

old nsfw meme.

‘no-- gods, no. sorry. give me a second.’

he doesn’t know where this came from. he’s shaking like a fucking leaf, breath coming raggedly. breathe, damnit, breathe. nothing’s wrong. what are you doing?

push past it. you’re fine.

he forces himself to pull molly closer again, sliding one ha-nd up into his hair, curling around one of his horns. he bre-athes in the tiefling’s scent, his taste, crushing his lips aga-inst molly’s so he can focus on that instead of the erratic beating of his heart.

breathe. you’re fine.

he curls one leg around molly’s hips, dragging him closer even as he grips the blanket to stop the trembling of his hand. he wants him, gods, he wants molly so badly it hurts.

you’re fine.

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♭ angry text from knife boy

text memes | accepting.

♭ for an angry text

[txt: Where the hell did you run off to this time?][txt: Why is it that the first sign of trouble comes and you’re immediately out the door?][txt: We got things to do. Get your shit together and come back or stay gone this time.]

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caleb;

@lingerxng LIKED for a starter !!

“THE      FEATHERS    are a little ostentatious, ja?? not exactly subtle.”

vax’s nose wrinkles when caleb points it out. ‘i know,’ he said,  ‘don’t remind me. i didn’t have a whole lot of choice in the ma- tter. at least they’re black and not... i don’t know. bright purple.’

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“Come kill the party with me.” / VAX

danger days starters | accepting.

‘a bit drastic, don’t you think?’ he walked side by side with the tiefling, hips bumping occas-ionally. the coffee in his hand was making his fingers numb, but that wasn’t going to stop him-- a mere 40 degrees never stopped his iced coffee addiction. he slurped noisily, glanci-ng at molly before offering him a sip.

‘why can’t we ever just go to a party. why do we have to kill it?’

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dirty hobo;

caleb’s eyebrow twitched up and he smirked ever so slightly just behind vax. his hand lingered on the half-elf’s hip, and he kept the book purposely tilted away just enough that the other wouldn’t be able to read the spine or cover. ❛hmm? why, vax’ildan? would you like it to be?❜

vax snorted at his comment. it wasn’t often that caleb was in this good of a mood-- it was cute, honestly. ‘d’you know how much gold mollymauk would give me if i told him what you wanted in bed?’ he said in response. not entirely a lie, not en- tirely the truth. vax was good at the tightrope.

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♭/ VAX

text memes | accepting.

♭ for an angry text

[txt: i swear i am going to kill percival some day.][txt: insufferable know it all prick.][txt: he got vex hurt again.][txt: it was an accident but it’s ALWAYS an accident and i’m so angry i’m shaking.][txt: tell me something so HE doesn’t have an accident.]

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shippy starter | @thecatwizard

vax was quiet as he slipped into caleb’s tent, letting the flap fall closed behind him. no lights-- even the campfire had died down at this point. the half elf took a second to let his eyes adjust bef- ore they settled onto the sleeping form--

or previously sleeping form. shit.

vax shifted awkwardly, uncomfortable under the gaze of the hu- man and his cat. ‘i, uh. i couldn’t sleep,’ he said. ‘...i didn’t really have much of a plan once i got in here. i just... wanted to see you, i suppose.’

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continued | @fireburdened

‘i knew there was a reason i liked you, red.’ diego’s lips twitched upwards in a semblance of a smile, then he glanced down the alley again. ‘alright, follow me.’ down the alley-- around the corn- er-- bingo.

‘have you ever seen those homemade flame throwers people make out of aerosol cans and lighters?’ he asked, voice kept low as he poked his head just enough over a window. ‘i want you to stay right here. if anyone comes out that door--’ he ge- stured just behind her to the dirty metal door-- ‘i want you to do that. alright?’

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continued | @thecatwizard

‘oh, shut up, would you?’ vax has gone into healer-mode, kneeling next to caleb’s feet as he inspects the ankle. they were still at least three days’ travel from the next town big enough to have a cleric, and he doubted gustav had any healing potions. thin hands are ge- ntle, almost delicate as they move the ankle, just enough to get his hand under it. it’s warm and throbbing and vax knows exactly how much it hurts.

‘what were you thinking, anyway?’ he said, glancing up at the other man. ‘you should be more careful, caleb. can’t go getting hurt all the time.’