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a different kind of danger — multimuse, independent writing/roleplaying blog. includes original & canon characters. nsfw & au friendly. multiverse & multiship. written by Allie. [ E N T E R | M U S E S | M U N ]

synkendee

Ahem. May I have everyone’s attention please? Yeah, I moved again |: But this time’s for good, I swear. I decided to do the easiest thing and gather all of my muses, OCs & canons alike, on a single, multimuse blog. If you feel like it, you can come find me there and write with one of the crapton of characters I’ve shoved in there, surely you’ll know some of them already ♥

dark-and-twisted-puppeteer-deac

TELL ME ONE THING YOU LIKE ABOUT HOW I PLAY MY CHARACTER

#m.#maybe god can be on both sides of a queue.

askboxmemes

"If you were mine I'd..." Finish it in my ask.

#m.#(doesn't have to be romantic.#you're all more than welcome to freak her the fuck out).#maybe god can be on both sides of a queue.

witchqueenarchive

lovely things → cemetery sculptures

#secrets.#memories.#maybe god can be on both sides of a queue.

earstwo

#pieces.#the north.#(I don't know i'm just. screaming a lot).#maybe god can be on both sides of a queue.

fassysource

#the north.#maybe god can be on both sides of a queue.

Beauty and The Beast sentence starters

"Who could ever learn to love a beast?"

"Here's where she meets Prince Charming, but she won't discover that it's him 'til Chapter Three!"

"Do you think I'm odd?"

"What are you staring at!?"

"I was trying to be hospitable."

"Well there's the usual things: flowers, chocolates, promises you don't intend to keep..."

"This is yet another example of the late neoclassic Baroque period. And, as I always say, 'If it's not Baroque, don't fix it!'"

"This is the day your dreams come true."

"What do you know about my dreams?"

"You can't stay in there forever!"

"Fine! Then go ahead and starve!"

"Aargh! That hurts!"

"If you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much!"

"If you hadn't run away, this wouldn't have happened."

"If you hadn't have frightened me, I wouldn't have run away!"

"You should learn to control your temper."

"We don't like what we don't understand, in fact it scares us."

"Don't talk like that."

"Everything's going to be fine, you'll see."

"No, no! Please. Please! Please don't leave me."

#m.#maybe god can be on both sides of a queue.

inspirationallly

#unbroken.#maybe god can be on both sides of a queue.

niightfallen

plotting call!!

Because getting swamped with starters now that I have a lot of drafts to look after would be sort of pointless, but I’d really love to get new consistent plots going on, so please like this if you’d be up for plotting any sort of thread out? ♥

#maybe god can be on both sides of a queue.

richardgansey

Happy 29th anniversary, Gemma Arterton

The industry is quite chauvinistic generally. Expectations of women, girls, what they should look like, how they should be, what they should say, what they should wear, how their hair should be, what colour their skin should be.

#unbroken.#maybe god can be on both sides of a queue.

( + nevartea | starter call ).

“I'm sorry, could you just step a few seats away from me? You reek”.

#nevartea #v: dig up her bones.#s #(I don't know what it is about all my muses wanting to piss off yours.#But I'll admit I'm enjoying it.)

( + reinesfaveur | starter call ).

Of drunks and misplaced fools, Camille had seen plenty; none of them, however, had ever looked as unbelievable as this one. His uniform suggested a military career (was that a musket? Ah, but of course. A Musketeer), and his demeanor didn't make him look as experienced in the consequences of wine as the beggars that crowded the streets so early at morning. Well, he looked like he needed help. Maybe. Or maybe just a shoulder to hang on to.

“Do you need help, monsieur?”, she inquired, as she set up her stand for the morning market.

#reinesfaveur #v: la fille des fleurs.#s #(I still need to work on the verse tbh but she'll be a florist or something).

( + tenebrisvenator | starter call ).

“May I help you?”, Lucille frowned, wary, and painfully conscious of the pepper spray she'd left somewhere in her office. Strangers didn't usually bother her, not in a place like NYC; but this one, he had something she was struggling to put her finger on. Like some sort of smell she had forgotten —— she couldn't help staring at him, wondering why on Earth he seemed to stand out in such a crowded scenario.