𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀'𝙎 𝙉𝙊 𝙎𝙐𝘾𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙎 𝙂𝙊𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙊𝙈𝙀.
independent and selective multimuse roleplay blog, featuring muses from 𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙇 𝙍𝙊𝙇𝙀, 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙉𝙐𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙎, and 𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙑𝙀𝙇, among others. written by michael ( she/her, 28, gmt ).
doc / memes.
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Cosmic Funnies
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Keni
noise dept.

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trying on a metaphor

Kaledo Art

blake kathryn
One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
Three Goblin Art
occasionally subtle
Sade Olutola
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Andulka
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@millionwoes
𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀'𝙎 𝙉𝙊 𝙎𝙐𝘾𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙎 𝙂𝙊𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙊𝙈𝙀.
independent and selective multimuse roleplay blog, featuring muses from 𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙇 𝙍𝙊𝙇𝙀, 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙉𝙐𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙎, and 𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙑𝙀𝙇, among others. written by michael ( she/her, 28, gmt ).
doc / memes.
I'm looking for one or two more persons to join me for wild beyond the Witchlight (d&d 5e)! It'll be Wednesdays at 6pm CST. I'll be DM'ing. If you are interested, you can catch me on discord at pumpkin spice latt-gay#4239.
making a carrd to come back and :( i ran out of elements :(
hello yes i am alive!! there’s been a lot of ttrpg things happening and those are a lot but yes hello
&. gideon blackwood. ❪ soulwept. ❫
his eyes finally lift again to adelaide, after more than a few silent moments fixed on the fireplace by the wall. her words are echoing in his head. the rest of their conversation had been lost to this new topic.
part of him is relieved; his fears and suspicions of guinevere’s parting was more than the initial mundane story he had been told. that his sister had not been a victim of such simple circumstances. and yet… he’s read her diary, her notebooks, seen the little things she’d scrawled down. if there was a way to feel his sister’s rage, it would be this.
“then you need to explain, please.” his voice drops, eyes unmoving from her. “there has been a lot not said about her death.”
there are things she leaves out. gideon doesn't need to know about how smirke visited the institute, doesn't need to know about the thing that attacked ms. blake, doesn't need to know how scared guinevere was of what they found under the bed. but she tells him how they found mr. ward's body — part of it, though she doesn't elaborate on which part —, tells him about how ward had figured out that smirke was no longer smirke, tells him about how he it attacked guinevere, took her face and corrupted it in front of all of them.
"i can’t help feel like i should have pieced it together, that i should have noticed. i worked with the man, for years, it— this shouldn't have happened." she sighs, though it comes out shaky, broken. doesn’t tell him about her visit to the museum that morning, doesn’t tell him about how it could have been her.
(doesn’t want to know if he would have preferred if it had been her.)
"there was a book. it hurt the— whatever it was that took them both. i used it against it and it was… destroyed."
adelaide turns to gideon for a moment, sucks in a breath, and immediately looks away. "it was so fast, mr. blackwood. but we didn't even— if there was a way to save her— we didn't try—"
there is no competition. respectfully, you could never be me. disrespectfully, i would never want to be you.
indie & private pasha devereaux of the council witch series. blog content conjured & curated by pher. rules & about •• headcanon •• canon lore •• promo credit
puts 80% of my charas on the aro spectrum out of sheer 💖 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 💖
"We can't make this character (aro)ace. If we strip them of their sexual attraction and love interest, what else would be left that motivates them?"
Oh geez, you are right. What other motivation could this person possibly have other than eventually getting laid.
You fool. You absolute buffoon.
(in)justice
Revenge
Fear of losing loved ones
Family/friends
Thirst for knowledge/curiosity
Call from a higher power
Boredom
"It's a job, I'm getting paid for it."
Spite
Guilt
Duty
A bet
"Maybe I want to save the planet BECAUSE I LIVE ON IT???"
Simply being a decent human being
misunderstandings
Fun
No one else is fucking qualified to get shit done
Pizza
endgame adelaide hcs. so many spoilers for the finale.
⚜ has been at the panopticon the whole time, probably. was probaby down with jonah’s body when the eyepocalypse happened and then went up when it got thanos’ed turned to dust.
⚜ part of her knows that this might be too good to be true and it probably won’t last.
⚜ there’s... a lot of pleading for jonah’s life. or to be the one to do it. when you’ve tethered your life to one man for 150 years, letting go is hard.
⚜ absolutely does not deserve it, but she’s thrust into the new reality because we’re doing the everyone lives nobody dies au and i won’t take criticism.
⚜ rebuilds the institute to keep an eye (heh) on the fears. makes a beautiful, intricate, white marble and glass tower.
⚜ surprising absolutely everyone, her goal becomes prevention. she wants her comfortable status quo back, and she never really wanted the apocalypse to begin with. preventing everything from happening again by thwarting any plans for it becomes her goal.
⚜ she takes jonah’s last name, though. out of grief, and to keep the institute’s name, but also because she’s taking over his legacy.
finale spoilers but here’s some hcs for my muses except addie bc she’s getting a bigger post
everyone lives nobody dies BYE
i’m treating the new reality like when you turn a bag of holding inside out. everyone that got consumed by the fears now manifests back in there.
yes that means EVERYONE lives including my boy michael
eldritch on main. absolutely fucking macabre and incomprehensible on main.
nikola has custom clown versions of all face emojis
absolutely nobody: me: what if homebrew dnd class for avatars w subclasses for each entity
Repost, don’t reblog! Tag the few followers i have muns you would like to get to know better when done!
Name: michael Nickname: mimi Age: 28 Faceclaim: it’s 2021 i don’t have the energy for fcs anymore Pronouns: she/her, ve/vir Height: 5'4″ Birthday: sep 14 Aesthetics: purple, stars and moons, sharp and many-teethed monsters Favourite muse(s) you’ve written: i mean it’s been 8 years i think at this point we can say it’s tony What inspired you to take on your current muse (that you are posting this on): laughs in multimuse but there are Themes™ present throughout all of them that really just show my biases What are your favourite aspects of your current muse: it’s the Projection, my guy. also, in some cases, it’s the contrast/outlet for things i’d never be irl What’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing: mostly music, also meta on characters bc woof Favourite types of threads: on one hand, Emotionally Cathartic threads, but on another level, threads with Plot? I’ve found that I have an easier time writing if I have a Goal In Mind for a thread Biggest struggle in regards to your current muse: a lot of them are mean and i’m not!!! i’m a soft little bean!!!! but also being scared of Getting Things Wrong even though that’s mostly an irrational fear and that my partners like me anyway
tagged by: @perceiivent elias u’re a darling <3 tagging: bestows a tag upon thee
hi i’m alive it’s just been a really long and tiring week i just wanted to yanno show signs of life
shout-out to the people with ridiculous crossover crack ships that you get way too invested in even though you’re not writing it with anyone (yet)
The hero shows up at the villain’s doorstep one night. They’re shivering, bleeding, scared. There’s also a slightly dazed look in their eyes– they were drugged. They look like they were assaulted. Looking up at the villain, swaying slightly as they’re close to passing out, they mumble “…didn’t know where else to go…” then collapse into the villain’s arms.