The Voices Won.

Indie OC Multi-muse RP blog.

[broomsick]

The holidays’ wreaths

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💖hleexyooj💖

[muse-roulette]

BOLD those that apply. italicize those that somewhat apply. Repost, don’t reblog, with your answers!

Tagged by: @itsawildx2ride Tagging: whomever

likes artificial watermelon | sleeps in what they’re already wearing | eats their cereal with milk | hates the summer | can recite past the first four digits of pi| eats frosting out of the jar | doodles on their notebooks | can bake cookies | has a garden | has had a snowball fight | eats pancakes without syrup | prefers shorts to pants | can name more than ten superheroes | has a plan for the zombie apocalypse | uses the same password for everything | can’t hold their breath for more than fifteen seconds | watches anime | hasn’t read harry potter | can say ‘i love you’ in more than one language | prefers mechanical pencils | thinks space is cool | takes personality tests more than once to make sure | can’t tie their shoelaces | has a purse | likes salad | likes cool colors better than warm colors | knows how to braid hair | reads biographies | can ice skate | knows their mbti | reads astrology charts | prefers the star wars prequels to the original trilogy | plays video games | reads the newspaper | likes chocolate ice cream better | doesn’t cuss | memorizes song lyrics | collects coupons | has a preferred order at starbucks | likes movie theater popcorn | has seen a play | listens to music with headphones | owns a hoodie | would rather own cds than online copies | has written a poem | can shuffle cards | subscribes to a magazine | double dips when eating | drinks directly out of the milk container | keeps a journal

[muse-roulette]

Bold what applies Italicise what might apply Strikethrough what isn’t possible

Tagged By: @itsawildx2ride Tagging: whomever

broken a bone // had a near death experience // been cheated on // killed someone (and succeeded) // killed someone (and failed) // been mind raped // felt raped // self harmed // been married (depends on verse) // had a child // adopted // been bullied // told a horrible lie // stolen something // seen a ghost // been camping // overdosed on drugs // been drunk // been to a haunted location // passed out // kissed the same sex // kissed the opposite sex // lost a limb // cheated // bullied // broken the law // invented something // punched someone in the face // been beaten up // been admitted to hospital // been drugged // had sex // had sex and regretted it // done drugs // smoked // kissed someone they weren’t attracted to // bled severely // been shot // had an attempt on their life // made an attempt on their own life // lost someone // loved someone // had a pet // been hit by someone they loved // been tortured // held hostage // held a gun // gone without food for more than a day // gone without sleep for more than a day // had surgery // been slapped by a parent // gone to another planet // been to war // been forced into something // had a panic attack // gotten stitches // gotten arrested // been hired to kill someone // played with a Ouija board // witnessed death // been possessed // been in a car accident // had sex with a stranger // been half-naked in the cold // been stabbed // passed out from pain // cried themselves to sleep // faked a smile// prayed // spent a whole day in bed // hurt themselves // taken anger out on themselves // had something slipped into their food/drink // been sexually assaulted // had a stalker // been betrayed // been a traitor // gotten away with crime // taken their anger out on someone they love // been used // used someone // been terrified // played a cruel game on someone // been dominant // been submissive // laughed when they felt like crying // accidentally hurt someone they cared about // thrown up // had a threesome// gotten into a fist fight // gone to jail // used a fake ID // gone to a rave // been in a house fire // left the country // told a dark joke

[muse-roulette]

Tarot Meme

tagged by:  @itsawildx2ride

tagging: Whomever

You got: The Sun

You have a natural vibrance that draws people in. How could you not? You’re positive and optimistic, enthusiastic and warm, energetic and fun. You can be a bit arrogant and have a hard time dealing with more serious situations, but there’s no denying you can make people happy.

[prettyhorses-blog]

[faeriesfromthedeep]

@muse-roulette (Nir)

[maureen2musings]

Galapagos Islands

discoverychannel

[faeriesfromthedeep]

@muse-roulette (Nir)

[muse-roulette]

You can't tag Nir! He doesn't exist!

[fairyuniverse]

[muse-roulette]

another damn profile meme

tagged by: @tanaella​

tagging:   anyone else who feels like doing it!

GENERAL

AGE: 27 HEIGHT: 5′ 9″ WEIGHT: ETHNICITY: American OCCUPATION: Artist GENDER: Male SEXUAL IDENTIFICATION: Hetero ROMANTIC IDENTIFICATION:  Monogamous   MYERS BRIGGS TYPE:  N/A

SPECIFICS

FAVORITE FOOD: Mexican, Chinese, Italian (namely pizza),  FAVORITE DRINK:  Coffee, soda, water, lemonade FAVORITE HOBBY: painting, drawing, photography  FAVORITE SCENT: paint thinner FAVORITE PERSON: The impressionist painters. He doesn’t care that they’re dead.

RANDOM

LIST TEN FACTS ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:

1. He’s been drawing since he was three and hasn’t stopped since.

2. Between the ages of ten and twelve he wanted to be a dancer, realized he sucked and went back to art.

3. Mason has six siblings of which he is the oldest. 

4. he’s afraid of the dark, which is probably why he paints a lot of light into his paintings.

5. He’s afraid of spiders.

6. when he was fifteen he nearly died of pneumonia from staying outside in the rain because he insisted he wanted to paint in it for an experiment.  

7. he went through a french emo phase.

8. He’s been to most of the major art museums in the country.

9. He’s an endless optimistic.

10. in High school his nickname was “mr. Sunshine.”

FIVE THINGS THEY LIKE:

1. The rain,

2. Music and art

3. sea glass rocks

4. Cinnamon buns

5. nature. 

FIVE THINGS THEY DISLIKE:

1. the dark.

2. Pickles.

3. traffic,

4. people who dislike art.

5. spiders

COMMON WORDS/PHRASES THAT ANNOY THEM?: "That’s not art.” “you call that art?” “you’ll never be an artist” “GIve up” 

PERSONALITY TYPES THEY PREFER: Mason prefers happy and upbeat people, 

PERSONALITY TYPES THEY AVOID: Negativity mongers. 

WHAT DO YOU FIND DIFFERENT ( OR DISTINCT ) ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?: I like that he’s so endlessly optimistic. 

[weallheartonedirection]

The Aquarium near me posted this today

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Me

[faeriesfromthedeep]

@muse-roulette

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You can’t tag Nir on a blog he doesn’t have!

[faeriesfromthedeep]

Naturally! That’s why he was tagged to the multi-muse! 

[muse-roulette]

Or a blog he's not on, then!

[weallheartonedirection]

The Aquarium near me posted this today

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Me

[faeriesfromthedeep]

@muse-roulette

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You can't tag Nir on a blog he doesn't have!

[itsawildx2ride]

Not Fit for a Lady || Gavin x Izzy

[muse-roulette]

itsawildx2ride:

Stay out of the way. Typical male response. Cute and thoughtful in its own way, but still somehow feeling somewhat patronizing. As if he thought that maybe, just maybe, she couldn’t take care of herself.

Not that Izzy didn’t appreciate the help. In most cases, she was more than self sufficient, but her crowbar was stuck somewhere under the soaked mound that was her tent and belongings and while she could hit hard, it looked like the thing that had decided to come play in the rain with her could hit even harder. It had sent a man sailing through the air with what hardly seemed to be a second thought, and she knew she didn’t  have the strength to try to take that on.

Hey, at least she had a name for the other guy. The one not shoving his sword as far down into the mud and muck as it could possibly go, that is. The energy that was released at the same time was palpable and different from the flash of lighting that lit the skies once again, though the lightning strike was close enough that the scent of ozone lingered in the air.

The knuckelavee roared in outrage as it tried to pull its hooves free, only to find that the wet mud beneath it had turned to a muddy, Highland quicksand, its angry struggles only causing it to sink down deeper into the muck. And quickly. In the way that things happen seemingly in slow motion, but so fast that actual time belies itself, the creature found itself up to its shoulders, still bellowing in anger. But oddly enough, not fear.

“I am not the last of my kind, nor the last of his servants!” it finally shouted. “There will be others. He will not….” the yelling was cut off prematurely as mud flled the undead centaur’s mouth, enraged eyes glaring straight at Izzy as it sank fully under the surface of its new resting place.

She wasn’t sure that she dared to move from her patch of “high ground” near the tree, but also realized that with the lightning striking so close remaining where she was probably wasn’t the best idea. Reaching up, she pushed wet hair that had plastered itself to her head and face back out of her eyes and took a careful step away from the tree. “Well…. that was…. “ exciting? awesome? “different.”

“That spell still disturbs me to no end.” Fergus said as the monster sunk beneath the grim and the only thing that was left was a muddy patch of grassland. “Of course its not any less disturbing when the ground is dry, but...” He shook his head and looked over at Izzy as she stepped out from the tree line.

“You think that’s something, you should’ve seen last month when the mounds opened up, and...”

“That’s enough, Fergus.” Gavin said, removing his sword from the ground and using the edge of his cloak to clean the mud off it before sliding it into the scabbard. He turned an looked back at Izzy. “What you doin’ out here in this weather in the middle of nowhere?”

[itsawildx2ride]

Canvas & Paint Equal Art || Mason x Isadore

[muse-roulette]

itsawildx2ride:

ouHer mouth had opened to argue with him. Her work was far more than “pretty”. It had function, purpose, and did more than just impress, aesthetically speaking. But, it was also evident that Mason wasn’t finished with the folder, and seemed to be studying its contents a little more closely. He surprised her by finding a medium that she hasn’t considered previously.

But it didn’t seem that he was quite done as he continued to speak, and Izzy fell silent to listen to him. He wasn’t wrong. So, there wasn’t a chisel and hammer to break off pieces of marble, and it wasn’t exactly traditional metal sculpting, but there was more than a little artistry that went into everything, from the very beginning of the project’s design idea to the end product. Both eyebrows raised slightly as he expressed that he’d like to see how this one turned out, if she ever actually decided to complete it. 

As with anything else that she did in her “spare” time, actually getting around to working on this one would take time and resources. It would suck at first, the payoff later would be nice when she was able to sell it. Chuckling softly, her eyes lit with amusement as her chin inclined slightly, “Well, I guess the only way that you’ll be able to see it when it’s completed is if there’s a way for me to reach you after today. I can’t promise that it will be any time soon as the person who was supposed to footing the bill has fallen through, but it could happen.” 

To say that she had nothing really better to do made her sound somewhat sad and pathetic. Much better to let him make his own guess as to what that meant. He could take it how he wanted to. Or ask questions. Either way, Izzy was game to answer if he chose to play. 

Shaking her head gently, she grinned somewhat wryly, though there were traces of sarcasm in the expression. “Yeah…. Kind of afraid that if he contacts me after standing me up for an appointment that he, himself, set up months ago, he’ll be declined. The design is mine, and I am now free to do with it what I will. He had plenty of time to contact me to reschedule if there was a conflict, but he chose not to.” 

It sounded mean, but she didn’t have the time to waste on people who weren’t serious. She had more than enough other projects, both personal and paid, to occupy her time. 

Izzy’s lips curved up into a more gentle smile, less of her usual grin, as Mason spoke a little about how he started drawing and where he found his ideas from. “Do you still carry a similar sketchpad with you?” She leaned forward just a little, her eyes curious. “What have you drawn most recently and what did you do with it?” 

“Oh, yeah, sure. One sec.” He motioned for her to follow and went over to a corner where he’d stacked a couple of things. Digging through them he pulled out a card and handed it to her. It wasn’t anything fancy, just his name and number, and a website address. “The website is just a personal gallery website, if you wanted to see some of my other paintings that aren’t in this show. Or just see what other styles I like. But that’s the best number to reach me at. If I don’t answer, just leave a message and I’ll return it as soon as I get it. I’d really like to see more of what you do. It’s really interesting.”

She asked about a sketch book next and Mason paused, held up a finger and went back into the pile of things. Crouching down, he searched through a couple before he handed her one. “It’s just little things. Cityscaps of people and things I see on the street. Sometimes I don’t do anything with them, sometimes I turn them into something bigger. Just depends on if they speak to me or not.” 

[botanyandbrilliance]

Surprise Dates || Haydn x Liv

[muse-roulette]

botanyandbrilliance:

Liv had been rather lost in her thoughts when the server stopped by. As such, she was slightly startled by the sudden violation of the quiet bubble she’d built around herself. Shifting a little uncomfortably, she thought for a moment, then shook her head with a bit of a smile. “Ehm… as much as I’d like to say ‘yes, please’, it would be incredibly rude of me to order before the person I’m meeting arrives. If I knew what his preference would be, I’d order for him, but to be honest, I’ve not the foggiest.” 

Both shoulders moved as she shrugged gently, the half smile she gave the girl almost pained. “So… I, ehm… guess I’ll just wait. If that’s all right, I mean?” She couldn’t imagine that it wouldn’t be, and if the guy her friend had set her up with didn’t end up showing up, she’d order tea anyway. It was good for the soul. 

Every time the door opened, her eyes drifted over to it, half hoping and half dreading the person walking through it would be the person she’d been there to meet. But, most of the people who entered were a couple or more. Until one fellow walked in by himself. 

Well, Haven was’t wrong. He certain is attractive. Assuming that’s the guy, naturally. He’s probably not… oh… wait a tick… he’s headed this way…. 

Upon reaching her table, she rose as it seemed rude not to stand up when he arrived, and took the hand that he extended to her in a firm, but not overly tight handshake. A gentle smile touched her lips as she nodded, her eyes touching his for the briefest moment before moving to that wondrous place near the eyes that somehow managed to simulate eye contact. “I am. You must be Haydn, yeah?” 

It was cute how she stood up to greet him, and the feeling came with a smile. He tightened the handshake in a slightly firmer greeting.”I am, glad I found the right person. It would’ve been a little awkward going around to each table asking if it was you. Or spending the whole night sitting alone, and both of us thinking the other hadn’t shown up.”

In truth he’d cheated. He’d asked Haven for a pretty good description of Liv to avoid such a situation. So he had a good idea when he came in, for who to look for. But it would’ve been rude to tell her that.

Haydn gave her another smile and let go of her hand. “Shall we sit and order? If you’ve never been here before I can recommend their green smoothies, and of course their is an endless selection of tea.”

[muse-roulette]

Cathedral Halls || Vadoma x Aa’di

[muse-roulette]

lostintimenoutoftouch:

As she had spoken, Vadoma’s pale eyes had watched the man’s face carefully, watching for any signs of irritation. To his credit, he remained patient and actually allowed her to finish speaking before he said anything in response. Considering his mannerisms and brusque attitude, she’d half expected him to cut her off, tell her that whatever she was saying wasn’t important and want to go charging off into the Never Never without any real plan. 

As she’d surmised, Eran didn’t so much as look confused when the language suddenly shifted from poorly executed English to flawless, if old fashioned, Russian. 

She gestured to the pew she had been sitting in, moving a little further in to make space for the surly man to sit, before she sat back down herself. One didn’t simply walk into Faerie. Not without a really good plan. And she didn’t have nearly enough details. 

“Naturally, there are things I will need to collect before we can go anywhere, and even before that, I will need a very detailed description of what happened. Everything. What they looked like, what magics were used - if any - and how long ago this happened.” The descriptions and magics would help her figure out if the offending party had been Summer, Winter, or neither. Maybe Eran already knew this information himself, but she wanted to hear everything, in detail, before she started to devise a plan. 

Summer would be far easier to work with, as she still had contacts within that faction. Winter would make retrieval considerably more difficult and with the Wyld? Anything at all could happen. 

He waited until she had moved down in the pew, glanced toward the front of the church, and then sat down and joined her. “I would be more than willing to help you collect what ever you need in exchange for your help in this matter.” He answered, sitting still in the pew, and the only movement he had was to turn his head to face her, and his gaze shifted to watch her, and occasionally shift to glance around the church.

“It happened two days ago, and it was winter fae as far as we could tell. We have no reason to believe that this had anything to do with Summer or the wyld courts. Though we are not willing to rule out either.”

He turned away for a moment, his gaze distant. “We were heading home for the night and we were attacked. Walking along one of the paths along the lake front. Fog rolled in and dampened even the light posts around us and they came from the mist. The bulk of them attacked me while the others went for him.”

[muse-roulette]

Nightmares & Memories || Pitch x Toothina

[muse-roulette]

beanyoneyouwantmetob:

This time, the response of the tall, dark and sinister man wasn’t expected. It had been the hoped for response, but not expected. Tooth withdrew the tiny faerie, who seemed very much relieved by the gesture, hiding it once again in the feathers that surrounded her head like a corona. Pitch’s glare, however, didn’t intimidate the small one’s mistress. It probably should have, but she’d more than shown why she was who she was, and that he had no more hold of fear on her. 

“You could, but that would be incredibly ill advised.” Holding up one diminutive hand to forestall anything else he might say, she fixed him with a look. “Well then, since it’s not you, I wonder if you can help to enlighten us as to what exactly it is that’s encroaching on the safety of children?I did tell the others it didn’t have your particular flavor of slime, but obviously I’m here.” 

It was Tooth’s turn to smile, though there was not a trace of humor in it. “Someone is moving into your territory, Pitch, and it looks like they’re attempting a hostile takeover.” 

“Why should I care?” the words interceded in the middle of her dialogue when she mentioned the encroaching danger on the children. He vanished into the shadows again, pacing around in lazy patterns while she talked. His posture was relaxed, and remained a mirror of his boredom of the conversation. 

His pacing stopped at her further words, and his eyes narrowed. “That’s impossible. And insulting.... What happened?”

[italianoutlanders]