⟨ 𝙉𝙊𝙎·𝙏𝘼𝙇·𝙂𝙄𝘼. ⟩

𝚊 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩.

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                                      moved to @unbelong.

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#UNBELONG   —   written & loved by ash.   prev. nostlgic.   read all rules before interacting & do not follow if you are under 21.   active fri — sun.

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                                      moved to @unbelong.

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i’m going to move blogs, but here’s what i’m going to do first:

finish all new oc pages.

come up with a new url.

redo my google doc.

move all drafts.

NOTE: if you plan on following me on the new blog, thank you! if not, that’s okay. i know i move quite a lot, and i know it can be annoying. if you no longer want to follow me/move with me, i will not be offended. do what’s best for you <3

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                   ‘and what makes you think i can help you?’ maybe he could, maybe he couldn’t. there was no use in giving that information up just yet. phillip enjoyed the feeling of power, even in situations as small as this one. plus, he was curious — not many have tried to seek him out to revoke their deals. he stares at corrine, barely blinking, waiting for her to answer.     @tragicas​.

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                   reaper stands tall, stands at attention, hands grasped in front of him at waist level. true that this being is not who he reports to ( no, that would be the all knowing death ), but warren would have to be naive to think she wasn’t important. he’d have to be childish not to know her name. ‘i... did not think i’d ever get to meet you,’ he says slowly, keeping his eyes forward — the last thing he wanted to do was upset her. ‘if i may ask... why have you come?’     @undawn​.

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                   ‘i usually don’t eat this late,’ they agreed to meet at the indian restaurant after eleven, jimmy having just gotten out of the office and unable to remember the last time he might have eaten. ‘that’s a lie, this is usually the only time i can eat,’ he corrects himself, loosening his tie as he sits down across from darcy. ‘what’re you ordering?’     @iamdarcylewis​.

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KLAUS   (   theseancekid​.   )

     “Oh, don’t play that card, you know I’m ALWAYS the last to know about things!” He knows his brother’s anger is not to be messed with (and to be fair, it’s slightly justified), but he still can’t help himself from jabbing his big toe into the other’s thigh to diffuse the tension. Now is no time for a fight! (In fact, there’s no good time for a fight, as far as Klaus is concerned— growing up in a household where everyone was able and more than willing to kick his ass at a moment’s notice meant that he’d mastered the art of avoiding confrontation very early on). 

     But once his foot is removed and Diego fixes him with those eyes full of Daddy Issues and Silent Rage, he’s backed into a corner once more. “Yeah, Diego, He told me everything. He gave me a detailed powerpoint presentation of his life story and then we held hands and sang kumbaya.” He chortles, long limbs pulling inward as he scrambles out of hitting range from his brother. 

     “Look, I don’t know what any of it meant, okay? He said…the only way to get us all under one roof again was to…y’know. But he was so…so Dad, y’know? Like, so matter-of-fact about it. Like of course he killed himself, it was the only logical thing to do. Made me feel like an idiot for not figuring it out, that PRICK. “

                   ‘that’s because we all got tired of chasing you down and trying to get you to listen,’ his face does not change, but diego can tell that klaus is attempting to be civil, which means he should probably contribute to the peace. especially since klaus had information diego was now eager for. irritation grows once more at the sarcastic remarks — klaus is smart for stumbling out of reach. ‘can’t you take anything seriously? we’re talking about dad’s death here,’ it might be too much to ask of klaus, diego realizes that. but he does it, anyway. 

listening now, diego scoffed and shook his head, not at his brother, but at the way their father must have sounded in this strange scenario. ‘of course even after he died he thinks he’s better than everybody,’ gaze moves to the floor in thought. ‘so clearly he wanted us together, right? now we just have t’figure out why,’ another scoff. ‘couldn’t make it easy for us, could he?’

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i’m going to move blogs, but here’s what i’m going to do first:

finish all new oc pages.

come up with a new url.

redo my google doc.

move all drafts.

NOTE: if you plan on following me on the new blog, thank you! if not, that’s okay. i know i move quite a lot, and i know it can be annoying. if you no longer want to follow me/move with me, i will not be offended. do what’s best for you <3

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multi-muse loved by kaeli ft. muses from : bridgerton, carrie, dirty dancing, harry potter, the haunting of hillhouse, midsommar, silence of the lambs, twilight and many more !

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DANNY   (   shinedied​.   )

   the  risk  is  obvious,  endear  the  new  kid  to  him  and  have  a  chance  at  a  solid  friendship  was  the  wanted  outcome.  but  there  was  the  result  that  would  freak  him  out,  or  weird  him  out.  what  was  considered  WEIRD  out  in  nebraska  anyway ?  his  hands  lightly  drum  against  the  table  both  in  nerves  and  a  lack  of  anything  to  do.  maybe  he  too  should  work  on  his  homework  –  but  he  likes  the  quiet  of  home,  and  besides  it’d  be  TOO  EASY  to  𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯  𝘪𝘯 and  get  the  right  answers.  ben’s  smart,  danny  knows.  he  shrugs,  trying  to  find  the  right  words  that  make  it  sound  like  not  a  big  deal.   “  i  don’t  know,  it  just  …  comes  to  me.  most  times  it’s  just  listening  and  looking. ”  of  course  these  words  mean  different  things  to  danny  when  the  target  is  people’s  heads.

“ but  yeah !  you  want  to  know,  i  can  help  figure  it  out. ”  it  was  the  thing  he  liked  best  about  tony.  when  he  showed  him  good  things,  lost  things.  it  made  it  seem  not  as  scary.  he  smiles,  a little  bit  brighter  now.  he  never  thought  that  ben  would  actually  want  the  help.  “ i  like  helping  anyways.  one  time  i  found  my  dad’s  old  writings  under  the  stairs  for  them.  they’d  forgotten  the  movers  put  it  there.  but  i  saw  them. ”

                   ben thinks danny is cool. not in the way popular kids are cool, but in his own way. being nice, and kind, is rare around here, and clearly danny has those traits. which makes him the coolest, in ben’s book. homework entirely forgotten now — it’s extra credit, anyway, and not due for 2 weeks — ben’s face lights up as he lays his elbows against the table, leaning forward as if they were discussing something top secret. ‘really? awesome... did you, like, see the movers put them there, or did you come across them?’ he’s impressed, regardless. ben can be one to misplace quite a few things, if he isn’t paying attention.

thinking about his parents and what they were most definitely hiding from him, ben wonders how they should go about finding out this information. they could scooby gang it, follow the clues to unmask the monsters, but ben was confident enough in his researching ability that he would have found physical evidence by now, if there was any. his parents are keeping their reasoning under lock and key, so they would need to be smart about this. nerves quickly flare again, fingers fidget. ‘would you... want to come over? my parents both work late, so we’d have, like, an hour and a half to look around,’ ben begins to backtrack, his fear of rejection surfacing. ‘you don’t — you don’t have to. obviously. i just thought, if we could search their room, or...’ ben gulps. ‘whatever you want,’

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SOREN   (   @elskcv​. )

he’s keeping up formalities because it’s the right thing to do,  what with him not knowing who the driver of the carriage is as well as he would like to.   but at the apology,  he grimaces before sliding the partition shut so the stranger can’t hear them.   what personal space he’d given his king is quickly eaten up as soren slides to sit beside him,  arm along the back of the seating.   ❝ you have nothing to apologize for, ❞  he says,  tone and eyes solemn.   ❝ whatever trust you may have lost in me,  i’ll do everything i can to gain it back.   everything and anything.   i swore those years ago that i would live to protect you.   i still mean it. ❞

                   he isn’t always as formal as he should be when it comes to soren. many have questioned their relationship and if it should be terminated. that was never anyone else’s decision to make, fortunately. antony would never let that happen. soren has always been much more professional, which saved their necks a handful of times. when it came to his royal duties, antony was the epitome of a ruler. when it came to the man now sitting next to him, he simply cannot keep up pleasantries. ‘i have lost no trust in you,’ the king says firmly, leaning back to touch his shoulder blades to soren’s arm. ‘you continue to keep your word, and i will always be grateful,’ he pauses, eyes locking with soren’s. ‘i am mostly glad i am not alone,’

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CORI   (   brainwrangler​.   )

                               FINGERS     TOUCH     SKIN     ,     ,     as     some     seeable     conductor     counts     time     -     -               they     moving     ,     ,     each     action     becoming     smoother     as     they     go     (    every     glance     )     something     NEW     ,     ,     coraline     was     infatuated     with     H     I     M     -     not     only     because     his     mind     was     so     vast     and     deep     but     because     he     treated     hers     with     the     SAME     VASTNESS     -     every     inch     DARK     but     not     untouchable     ,     ,     reality     never     out     of     reach     (     not     truly     )     although     it     may     feel     that     way     ,     ,     she     supposed     if     they     both     had     an     HOUR     set     aside     to     d     i     g     into     each     other’s     mind     ,     ,     the     understanding     that     they     both     and     would     only     grow     and          (     what     tenderness     does     one     find     in     open     wounds     )     what     does     the     supple     touch     of     warm     FLESH     bring     when     you     trust     someone     with     its     recovery          ?     ?     how     does     one     heal     without     first     being     stabbed     and     stitched     back     together     again     ?     ?

eyes     that     had     been     STUDYING     HIM     now     admire     ,     ,     her     smaller     form     trotting     quickly     in     front     of     him     only     to     turn     walking     backwards     ,     ,     (     pain     brings     no     clouds     to          sunshine     )     ❝     shall     the     foxes     play     ?     ?     ❞     she     asked     only     to     hop     up     onto     the     LEDGE          near     the     sidewalk     -     -     feet     moving     backwards          (     still     )               unafraid     of     falling     ,     ,          her     arms     BRANCH     OUT     AS     SHE     smiled     turning     once     again     on     toes     -     -          with     (     a     wag     of     a     tail     ,     ,     a     grin     of     a     tooth     )     begging     was     for     pigeons     -     but     longing     was     for     lovers     ❝     the     plotting     can     w     a     i     t     can     it     not     ?     !     ❞          and     her     heart     was     LONGING          with     her     EARS     they     both     begging     for     a     laugh,     ,     so     as     coraline     met     the     same     pavement     as     he     she     grabbed     both     of     his     hands          once     again     facing     him     .     .     ❝     will     you     humor     me     in     a     dance     -     -     ❞     she     slows     as     they     stand     under     a     street     lamp     uncaring     as     people     pass,     ,     ❝     you     lead     ❞

                   he’s suddenly brought back to their youth, then, watching cori leap up onto the curb ( hannibal isn’t worried; if she were to stumble, he would surly catch her ). much like how they ran and jumped and danced when the two were young, the doctor watched cori with an almost cheeky fondness. the knowing looks they shared told of a secret only they knew about — something that would be buried with them, side by side, when they finally left this earth. ‘is it really the time to play?’ he asks, but doesn’t mean it as he holds his hands out to help her from the the short ledge.

large palms land on the small of the woman’s back, pulling her close beneath the beaming street light. he prided himself on being observant, but all of hannibal’s attention is on her, much like it always is when she graced lecter with her presence. there’s no music, but that’s never stopped the duo before. their love seems to make their own music, tunes only they can hear, deep in their chest, played along to the rhythm of wild hearts. ‘are you sure you’re alright?’ lecter says after a moment, eyes staring into hers with a softness he often kept for her alone. ‘you know i don’t like seeing you hurt,’

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i unfortunately have 232 followers which means i am Anxious and want to Move.

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i’m super busy this weekend, but i’ll try and q more stuff for the week uwu

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SERA   (   heartbetween​.   )

     Head tilts to the side as she mulls over his words. Not that they mean much to her. She sees no prize in ruling the world; not with the current occupants being as vile as they are. Who would want them as subjects? Who would want a world that’s been slowly destroyed due to the actions of a singular species? Humans are a disgrace. ❝ Perhaps… if they intend to fix the problems it has. Or burn it all to the ground. Makes no difference to me. ❞ Cool and collected, equally as calm, Sera’s eyes follow him and a soft smile tugs at her lips. ❝ Which do you prefer? ❞

                   phillip knows she has much the same distaste for humans as he does. they’ve done nothing for this earth. they only take and take. phillip has not been affected, but he’s seen their environment choke and rot around them. he uses certain humans as disciples, some as slaves, but the others... he has plans for them. ‘i believe the world deserves to burn, much like it always has,’ the entity leans forward, watches sera’s grin to a tee. ‘i’ve yet to find someone who agrees,’

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Drink the ’ respect female muses, ocs and older muses ’ juice or die by my blade .