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multimuse written by harley.

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thaegeiro‌:

with a sharp, whining intake of breath, frankenstein slammed his eyes shut. it was not the body parts themselves that horrified him — he was, after all, more than accustomed to the sight of corpses — but rather, the implication of what their discovery meant for his fate. explaining away his presence in a graveyard with a sack and shovel would have been difficult enough, but even then, he might have had a chance at passing off his crime as mere thievery. coming up with a believable tale of why he had a sack of mangled body parts would be a little more of a challenge. 

“ —i am a scientist, monsieur. ” that, at least, was not a lie. keeping his head down and his eyes shut, frankenstein shakily continued, “ i am here in scotland for the purposes of research. i can give you the names of the professors with whom i have collaborated; they will reassure you of the truth of what i say. these… body parts are necessary for my research. ”

      Jonathan pursed his lips, brows raising in mock curiosity as he leaned forward and pressed the tip of his dagger into the man's jaw, just behind the chin in the soft fleshy part. He put enough pressure into the gesture that Frankenstein would either have to lift his head to look at him or cut himself more on the blade that was pricking him.

A droplet of blood ran down the side of it, dripping off the guard and staining Jonathan's shirt. It hit the cream fabric and spread, staining crimson in an outward pattern.

“A scientist is it?” He chirped, lips curving upwards into a ghost of a smirk. “Science is no so far a leap from witchcraft and with these body parts strewn around you I would say you're looking more like—well a witch than a man of science. A graverobber. Perhaps I should leave you to the mercy of the Scots, they are so particular about many a thing. I doubt they'd take kindly to you digging up their dead.” He flashed a smile that was far more teeth and far more predatory to be anything else but a threat.

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powerslides onto the dash, trips falls on face. Hi

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Apologies for the silence my poor ankle has been playing up and my painkillers are very strong so writing is hard because I get really sluggish and I bought myself sims 4 pets and got invested in the sims again. I made all my muses and it’s a disaster xD

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stolelife‌:

@otruaighe.  /  plotted thread. 

all things considered, it was little short of a miracle — if he had been the sort to believe in such things — that frankenstein had managed to avoid being caught for graverobbery until now. it was inevitable that he would be found out one day, especially with exhaustion and ill-repressed mania pushing him past the boundaries of caution. in his desperation to finish his odious task, he had grown sloppy: he ventured out closer to dawn, took fewer pains to keep his lamp hidden, chose graveyards nearer to town centres, and ceased to note — much less muffle — the sound of his spade hitting the earth. 

it was just his luck that it was the redcoats who finally caught wind of him. frankenstein had scarcely heard their boots thudding across the kirkyard before a multitude of hands had seized him, thrust him to the grass, divested him of his tools, and dragged him to their waiting horses — and now, in the dark back room of the local inn, he sat, manacled and trembling, faced with the prospect of having to explain to an english army captain precisely why he’d been found with a sack of mutilated parts of corpses. 

“ —captain randall, this is all a misunderstanding. ”

       Of all the things that Jonathan had to deal with this was certainly one of the more... interesting situations. For the moment he was ignoring their captive as he strode over to the canvas sack to examine it.

“A misunderstanding?” He repeated softly as he used the blade of his dagger to lift the sack open to examine the contents. He wrinkled his nose in distaste—it was just like the men had said. A bag full of body parts.

“Then, pray tell, what is this?” Jonathan stabbed through the sack and lifted it, the sound of ripping fabric filling the room as, with a flick of his wrist, send the sack over to Victor's feet. The fabric ripped as it came off the blade and the very body parts that Victor had been collecting spilled out around his feet with a dull thud.

“I am not a man to be lied too.” Jonathan said, his voice tinged with danger most foul. He stepped forward, kicking a severed arm to the side when it got in his way. “So I suggest you start talking truths.”

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[snowinabottlearchived]

SUPERNATURAL GROUP VERSE  / THE GATES OF TARTAROS 

THE PLOT.

the gods knew. the ancient greek knew. we forgot. hidden in the depth of the ocean, far away from the human eye wrath is waiting to gain what is theirs, to fulfill a destiny written in the stars. TITANS locked up by zeus himself to protect planet earth from destruction are hungrily gnawing on the sands of time, breaking the chains that once held them back. an apocalypse on the rise, so different from any threat seen before, as old as creators themselves and as powerful as the forces of hell. an end coming that not even the mightiest heroes can prevent. WHO CAN STOP THEM NOW ? can you ?

THE RULES.

001. everyone is welcome ! we are a very open and friendly group of people, trying to involve as many other users as are interested in our little thing. it doesn’t matter if you are a canon character writer or if you have a         wonderfully developed oc. are you from another fandom and have a supernatural based verse ? don’t hesitate to write us ! do you wanna join and plot with us, just ask. though we expect a little bio and some background the others can work with. 002. no god modding. yes, we know this is supernatural. yes, we know the winchesters won’t die. but not every character is immortal, not everyone can have superpowers and not everyone can snap with his fingers and erase a demonic soul. please consider that in your development and talk about special powers with an admin before you use them. 003. we write together. though there are threads with just two people involved, though not everyone can stick around with the group 24/7, the events happening in the verse are binding for each of us. this means : if one character dies, they are dead. if a certain event is put up by the admins, it happens for everyone. we try to make this group as exciting as possible, so we will do group events, try to give you a well thought through storyline and some hints for each character. please take note of that. 004. no hate, no drama. that’s all. 005. we do have a discord server you will be added to as soon as you joined us. it is mainly for plotting, out of character interactions and basic informations from the admins and other players. there is also a channel for character bios, to have a shortlist of the available muses. please copy your verse information and everything you have in there. 006. have fun ! you do not have to reply every day. you do not have to be online all week. we all have jobs, we all have a real life. this group is no pressure, no additional stress. it is freetime, a fun game and something to enjoy. never feel pushed to reply within two hours or apologize for not doing so. just leave a little note if you are going offline for a few days or can’t be reached. 007. please follow each other. you do not have to interact with every single group member, but it just makes things easier. by the way. its nice to meet new people. don’t be shy ! rules might be extended due to needs.

THE CHARACTERS.

here is a short list of all the available and taken characters. blogs are linked as well. SUPERNATURAL CANON CHARACTERS dean winchester  —  OPEN sam winchester  —  OPEN castiel   —  OPEN crowley  —  OPEN luzifer  —  OPEN rowena  —  OPEN ORIGINAL CHARACTERS / CHARACTERS FROM OTHER FANDOMS amelia johnson  —  created by @snowinabottle nika dietrich  —  created by @the-storm-within-me carlos olivera  —  taken by @mizalasoldier gary mitchell  —  created by @gcdlikc the kraken  —  created by @oddyssea lana collins  —  created by @thelananextdoor​ jim kirk  —  taken by @cosmicanomcly​ if you want to become a part of this, please like this post, reach out to snowinabottle or simply write a short comment. we can not wait to have and welcome you to this wonderful mess, so please. HELP US SAVE THE WORLD !

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laidirnighean‌:

IDENTITY || FRANK RANDALL | @otruaighe | x

her world was spinning, and it had been in the revelations of the evening. fast enough to have her body momentarily believe that she were on some kind of fairground ride that ceased to slow. lifting a hand, she presses it into her lips, the saltiness of her skin almost making her throw up the contents of her stomach and perhaps the anguish of her body. how could they have lied to her all this time? all these years? no matter the reasoning, keeping brianna in the dark on her true heritage- well, it’d been selfish. 

taking the glass he passed to her, brianna ignored the strength of the whiskey and downed its contents, letting it heat up her tummy and tingles across the limbs of her body and to the extents of her fingers and toes. and for one brief moment, she let the taste take over completely and get him out of her head. he was still her father, yes, she knew as such, but at what cost now would his lies have upon their relationship? would they have upon her and claire’s?

setting the glass back down, brianna eyes the designs carefully, twisting her finger alongside it before she pushes it back to him, hoping maybe he’ll refill it and she can drown in the strength of it once more. but until then, she lingered, revelling in the taste on her tongue. “i don’t know,” came a whisper, half broken in the midst of distrust, “would you forgive it? could you forgive it?”

      Frank felt like the world was being pulled out from under him—and he could only imagine what Brianna was feeling. He washed down the taste of guilt with whiskey, knocking it back before grimacing as the harsh liquor stung his throat.

“I...” He began, his voice cracking and he looked down at his hands, staring at the wedding ring that almost felt like it was burning. Had he forgiven Claire?.. They don't talk about it anymore, despite it hanging between them like a rift—things had never been the same. He raised his head, looking back at Brianna—looking back at his daughter.

“I don't know.” He finally said before filling both glasses up once more. He offered it to her this time, holding the glass lightly in his grasp.

“No.” Frank confessed, deciding in at least this moment he would be as truthful as he could allow even if it was cutting open old wounds and leaving them raw once more.  How many more times must he twist the knife into himself as a result of what Claire did? 

“To be betrayed by someone you love—someone that loves you... “ He stood suddenly, and strode away from the sofa towards the side of the room. He placed a hand against the wall and leaned against it, head lowered to hide the anguish in his expression.

“I'm sorry.” He whispered. “Brianna, I'm sorry.”

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lightsailing‌:

@otruaighe liked for a starter from jack !!!

rogers was, in no way, the first man to be perplexed and sickened by the behaviour of the liberated man. he was not even close to being among the first few; there were scores of them that had come before and had objected against an alternative society. in his time sitting in a drafty cell with naught but a friendly ( but conditional ) rat to discuss the duality of mankind with, jack thought maybe it was the romans that were the first to ostracise such a different way of life. then, it flipped on the romans and then the pagans were the ones being snuffed out by the christians. the thought of, some day, a great democracy of an elected leader attempting to snub out any semblance of totalitarianism and tyranny made him laugh. 

he thought maybe he would voice his findings to the governor. maybe it would make its way into another one of rogers’ books. as much as jack wanted to loathe the idea of being mentioned in a work for all of “civilised” society to ooh and aah at, the concept of being immortalised in parchment and ink did have a certain allure to it. living eternal among other rabble - rousers of history for men to read about when they, too, were perplexed and sickened by the behaviour of the liberated man. and then, he too, would write the tale of the next black sheep and so the cycle could continue. it wasn’t education, per se, nor was it history, but poetry written by the human condition. 

keys jingled and clanked against the harshness of the compound and the rat scurried away. “forgive the state of the place,” jack said, watching the rat disappear. “i wasn’t expecting company.”

      Woodes was not a stranger to pressure—the life of a privateer and the subsequent events that had followed that decision had made sure of that.

Still, the ever increasing pressure that was beginning to mount upon his shoulders felt like a noose around his neck. The days were ticking down to deliver on his word, the Spanish were nipping at his heels and the rather irritating band of pirates that still defied him and his leadership were scurrying around just out the corner of his gaze like rats.

Speaking of rats..

As his boots thudded against the stone floor several of them scurried away, hiding in the shadows. If only the rats of the pirate kind were as easy to scare off. He clenched his jaw, the tension making his temples pound even more than they already had been. He knew he was getting ill but it was just yet another thing for him to soldier through. He could not allow himself to be seen as weak at this pivotal time.

He let himself into Rackham's cell, casting his gaze around critically before letting it settle on his prisoner.

“Perhaps this might brighten it up a little.” Woodes replied as he stepped to the side to let the soldier in carrying a chair for him he set it down and left, returning a few minutes later with some bread, ale and gruel.

Woodes sat himself down on the chair, crossing one leg over the other as the soldier put Rackham's food on the floor and left, shutting the door behind them to give them some privacy.

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          If we depart from the letter, we are not interpreting the law, but guessing at the law.

                                  josiah hunt from harlots. featured on a multimuse                                               rules | muses | written by harley | ©

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I wouldn’t call it excessive violence. It’s just enough to make my point. 

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[ text; miranda --> woodes 💅] Oh, good, because I also got some bath bombs. [ image attachment: approximately 90 bath bombs of varying shapes, sizes, colours, and glitter-levels ] [ text; miranda --> woodes 💅] You're welcome to try them, just remember to rinse out the tub afterwards! :D

↪  @harriedwritings // miranda > woodes.  

[ ✉ → Miranda Hamilton ] .......Is this why I ended up with glitter in my hair the other day?

[ ✉ → Miranda Hamilton ]  I have no words, though I require one sea salt bath bomb as payment for these glitter transgressions.

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❛ I know. I know what and who you are. What will you do? Kill me? ❜ @ jack randall

↪ a darker shade of magic / a gathering of shadows // accepting          ↪  @stolelife​                      ↪ Black Jack Randall 

      Jonathan’ssteps were a slow measured pace, each movement was carefully craftedto give the illusion of indifference. This man was beneath him afterall why should he pay attention to anything that came from his mouth? A Witch much akin to Mrs Fraser but with darker ties if the pieces of hoarded corpses hadanything to say about it—oh what tale the dead would tell of VictorFrankenstein.

“Youknow me, do you?” Jonathan finally said, a brow rising as he cameto a stop behind the chair that Victor sat in. The torches cast long,flickering, shadows against the stone floor. Darkness reaching out tolap at Jonathan’s black boots.

“Canyou see into my very soul?” His voice was low, thick like honey asit dripped from his lips but it was not sweet—dark ichor. As he had beenspeaking he had let his hands rest upon Victor’s shoulders, aninnocent enough gesture as he smoothed down the shoulders of theman’s shirt—despite it being rather tatted and dirty from hisimprisonment anyway.

Suddenly,sharply, he moved, slender fingers closing around Victor’s throat asthe palm of his hand compressed the man’s windpipe. Jonathan pulledhim back against his chest, the other hand petting the dark curls of his hair before holding Victor’s head still for the struggle that he knew would come.

Hewaited, and waited.. and waited a little longer, he knew.. he knewhow long it would take for a man to die with a hand around histhroat. He waited until the last moment before he pulled his handaway, stepping away and pulling Victor back to the ground—taking the chair with him. Itlanded with a loud clatter and Jonathan walked around until he was standing at Victor’s side. With that he raised his boot and pressed it firmly Victor’s chest, toe nudging faintly against his throatin warning.

“Idid not know you could see into the dark.”

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❛ Has anyone ever told you that you’re too sharp for your own good? ❜ from garrett @ benjie xoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

↪a darker shade of magic / a gathering of shadows // accepting         ↪ @harriedwritings // garrett                      ↪ Benjie Bones

      Despite himself Benjiesnorted and reached up to push the bird mask away from his face. The  beak was stuffed with herbs in an attempt to keep the plague that hadrun rampant through the City at bay but Benjie didn’t really believethey did much good. If the plague would take him it would, there wouldbe no stopping it. All it had really done is killed his sense ofsmell.

“You know.” Benjiesaid offhand as he ran the flat of his palms against the leather ofhis work apron before producing a small biscuit from one of hispockets.

“I can never tell ifyou’re talking to me or the birds half the time.”

As if on cue a largedark Raven flew down from the rafters of his surgery, cawing loudlyat Garrett. He was obviously proud of himself for catching the mansneaking into the building.

Benjie raised his handand fed him the biscuit in reward.

“What can I do foryou Garrett, are you hurt?”

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[ text; miranda --> woodes 💅] You have to promise not to be upset with me when you get home. [ attachment: an image of approximately 500 boxes of various types of tea ] [ text; miranda --> woodes 💅] They had a sale.

[ ✉ → Miranda Hamilton ] …………………………[ ✉ → Miranda Hamilton ] ………………… I do not have an appropriate response for this.

[10 minutes later]

[ ✉ → Miranda Hamilton ] As long as they are out the way you can buy as much tea as you want.

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is flint even fucking ready to fistfight himself

Get ready to mcfricken go.

[promaethean]

A DARKER SHADE OF MAGIC / A GATHERING OF SHADOWS by v. e. schwab sentence meme.

❛  I’d rather die on an adventure than live standing still.  ❜

❛  After all, you can kill people, but you cannot kill magic. Not truly.  ❜

❛  Impossible. What a useless word, in a world with magic.  ❜

❛  Everyone thinks I have a death wish, you know? But I don’t want to die – dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were actually doing before wasn’t actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high.  ❜

❛  You have two faces. One you wear for the world at large, and the one you wear for those you love.  ❜

❛  Everyone’s immortal until they’re not.  ❜

❛  It is as it is. It cannot be undone. So please, be grateful, and be done with it.  ❜

❛  The thing about freedom? It doesn’t come naturally. Almost no one has it handed to them. I’m free because I fought for it.  ❜

❛  I know you can do this. I know you can hear me. Stay with me. Listen to my voice.  ❜

❛  Maybe you just got a taste of what it really means to be alive. You almost died. So now you know what it feels like to live. To fear for that life. To fight for it. And once you know, well, there’s no going back.  ❜

❛  You made a mistake. Everybody makes them. Even me. I’ve made many. It’s only fair that you made one.  ❜

❛  I did only what I had to do. If I could have given my life for yours, I would have.  ❜

❛  A kiss for luck. Not that I need it.  ❜

❛  I know. I know what and who you are. What will you do? Kill me?  ❜

❛  Why am I the only one in this fucking world to be held accountable for my actions?  ❜

❛  Aren’t you afraid of dying?  ❜

❛  I’m sorry. For whatever happened to you. For whoever hurt you so deeply that you see things like friends and fondness as weapons instead of shields.  ❜

❛  You know so little of war. Battles may be fought from the outside in, but wars are won from the inside out.  ❜

❛  Between the two of us, we’ll tear the whole world down.  ❜

❛  I am going to cut that smile off your face.  ❜

❛  It hurts. More than dying ever did. There are days when I feel like I deserve this.  ❜

❛  Death doesn’t scare me. Not nearly as much as the idea of wasting a perfectly good life in fear of it.  ❜

❛ You’re always so eager to slash and stab, why couldn’t you have stabbed him.  ❜

❛  Which is it, huh? You’re angry at me, or worried about me, or happy to see me? Because I can’t keep up.  ❜

❛  Wouldn’t it be amazing, if we got away with it?  ❜

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