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And each separate DYING EMBER                                                 wrought it’s GHOST upon the floor                                                 Fandoms include: Being Human (US),                                                 Peaky Blinders, Young Justice & POTC 

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                                                           This is why                                                           Why we fight                                                       Why we lie awake                                                          And this is why                                                       This is why we fight                                                            When we die                                                              We will die                                                     With our arms unbound

                                      Independent / Private / Selective Multi-muse                                Muses from Being Human ( US ), Young Justice and                                              The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants                                                            Written by: Anna

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                                                           This is why                                                           Why we fight                                                       Why we lie awake                                                          And this is why                                                       This is why we fight                                                            When we die                                                              We will die                                                     With our arms unbound

                                      Independent / Private / Selective Multi-muse                                Muses from Being Human ( US ), Young Justice and                                              The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants                                                            Written by: Anna

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                                                           This is why                                                           Why we fight                                                       Why we lie awake                                                          And this is why                                                       This is why we fight                                                            When we die                                                              We will die                                                     With our arms unbound

                                      Independent / Private / Selective Multi-muse                                Muses from Being Human ( US ), Young Justice and                                              The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants                                                            Written by: Anna

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                                                           This is why                                                           Why we fight                                                       Why we lie awake                                                          And this is why                                                       This is why we fight                                                            When we die                                                              We will die                                                     With our arms unbound

                                      Independent / Private / Selective Multi-muse                                                            Written by: Anna

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                                                           This is why                                                           Why we fight                                                       Why we lie awake                                                          And this is why                                                       This is why we fight                                                            When we die                                                              We will die                                                     With our arms unbound

                                      Independent / Private / Selective Multi-muse                                                            Written by: Anna

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Hey guys! I am a terrible person, but I’ve  moved Artemis again. She is over on my new multimuse blog that can be found here. I’m so sorry I’ve been struggling with her muse but I really hope that putting her over here with other muses I want to test out  will help! I understand if I don’t see you  guys over there, but I would really like too!

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Hey guys! I am a terrible person, but I’ve  moved Artemis again. She is over on my new multimuse blog that can be found here. I’m so sorry I’ve been struggling with her muse but I really hope that putting her over here with other muses I want to test out  will help! I understand if I don’t see you  guys over there, but I would really like too!

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I know multimuse blogs are kind of taboo around here but who would follow me if I made one? Amelia would remain on her own blog of course but I would probably move my Artemis to this blog and then maybe pick up a POTC muse and idk who else but I’m curious… 

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                          “ I won’t bore you with my scars. ”

                                                                  promo credit: thcriddler

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Reminder that when Artemis is being an ass, I’m over here. 

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volanoctis:

He’s caught off guard by the request for a moment, simply blinking in response. It processes a second later, and he gives a quick nod, knuckles knocking against her door frame before stepping towards her, keeping his head down. Any other day, he would have teased her about the situation, but the thought hardly comes to mind today. He brushes her hair out of the way, holding a hand against her shoulder to keep the fabric still before quickly unzipping and turning her back to her, stepping just outside the room.

“Hey, ‘Mis– do you know if you have any   tea? I think we could both probably use   a cup right now….”

He hasn’t really given the idea much thought– just that he’d like to do something a bit more helpful that simply sitting on the couch in silence with her, and that it’d be better to ask before digging through her mother’s kitchen. 

                                 “ Thank you. ”

                           She does have half a mind to check and make sure that he is not looking before she slides the black material off her shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. It’s not like she is terribly uncomfortable with changing in front of people, if she remembered correctly, at least half the team had seen her in various stages of undress. It only takes a moment to tug on a pair of sweatpants and a loose fitting gray tank top before she turns back to Dick. 

                              “ My mother is Vietnamese, Dick,                                  Of course she had tea stashed                                   around this place... And honestly,                                   that sounds really good right now... ”

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Sets a cup of coffee in front of her, before settling in the chair opposite with his own cup, and laying his head down on the table. It was a long night, okay--

                                        “ Thanks, Dick. ”

                       Words are met with a soft – albeit slightly forced – smile as she takes a sip of the hot caffeinated liquid. His exhaustion was her fault, and guilt gnawed at her… She had been the one that had asked him to stay with her – a promise that surely lasted longer than he had expected – and he had been up with her most of the night… What little sleep she had managed to get with her head resting against his shoulder had been fitful and restless… And she’s still not exactly sure if he had gotten ANY sleep at all…  

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                          “ I won’t bore you with my scars. ”

                                                                  promo credit: thcriddler

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Also, mutuals should hmu for my shapchat

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-blinks- WTF is with all the sexual crap over here ladies and gents?? Wowowow my dash is filled with awkward naughtiness. 

-nopes away- 

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volanoctis:

He’s caught off guard by the frailty of her voice, how broken she sounds. She’s never sounded so weak, and it doesn’t fit the normally headstrong and confident blonde he had come to know, come to consider one of his best friends. Dull eyes blink slowly, lips pressing together into a thin line before giving a small nod in response. 

“Alright– of course. As long as you need me.” 

His voice is quiet, throat tight from the tears he’s been fighting all day. He had tried to be strong, for everyone else’s sake, tried to be the leader they had all come to respect. But he was still just a kid– a kid who lost his best friend.

He hasn’t been back on the couch for more than a few seconds when he hears Artemis’s call– moving rather quickly to the edge of her bedroom door, hanging around the frame but not stepping inside. 

“–Yeah?”

                           That was probably not the right thing to say, he might NEVER get to leave... Because she needed him, badly. More than she ever likely admit... He was the closest thing she could get to Wally -- he had been his BEST FRIEND after all -- and he was likely one of the only other people whose grief could compare to her own. Though she says none of that, not to him. 

                            When Dick arrives at the door frame of her childhood bedroom, Artemis clears her throat and turns her back to him. “ Could you unzip me? ” She questioned, gesturing to the zipper that ran from her shoulder blades down to her lower back. “ I can reach it and my mother is asleep... ”