I would read them together with you, as many as I can

you vicious, enchanting monster independent canon multi-muse written by glitzy. fill my veins with cruel desire with muses from the mortal instruments, parks and recreation, rogue one, westworld, and more. claw at my walls and I come when you cry permanent starter calls thread tracker

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Hi everyone!  I just want you all to know that for the time being I will not be using icons.  With what little time I have, I want to get on and post and write, and I just don’t have time to make icons at all.  I don’t like the ones I used to use, especially because all three of these muses were on separate blogs so their icons are styled and sized differently, and it makes it look messy when I use them here, and that makes me sad.  ONE DAY I’d like to say I’ll have time to make some, but until then, no icons from me!

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@trickstercaptain​ from henry from here

Despite everyone’s wishes (and warnings) time and time again, Henry Turner was, without a doubt, the child of Elizabeth and William Turner.  Stubborn willpower in his blood and headstrong to the point of no return, when he finally procured information regarding a book (which would lead him to a map, which would supposedly take him to a rumored, lost item of mythical power to free his father from his curse) Henry didn’t blink twice before leaving.  A sizeable amount of coin he’d saved had been spent just to garner the information from the man who saw a boy desperate, and easy to squeeze extra out of.  Henry knew it, but he didn’t care.  He’d pay and do whatever it took to free his father from the Dutchman’s curse.

What he hadn’t anticipated was crossing paths with Jack Sparrow or, as he was fondly called by Henry: Uncle Jack.

The surprise at seeing someone he viewed as close as family brightened his still-youthful features, which had changed from boy to man as quickly as he sprouted upward.  Despite growing up among pirates of all degrees of character, Henry remained a sweet boy in his soul, and he could not keep the honesty of his emotions across his face.  So, upon seeing Jack, there was an abundance of happiness and love, and it warmed his features as his mouth opened with a laugh.

“Uncle Jack!  I can’t believe you’re here!”  If anyone could help Henry, he knew his Uncle Jack could.  The stories Jack had of dealing with the supernatural and otherworldly were more than any other person could ever boast of.  Henry never believed anyone who tried to discredit them, either.  If you asked him, his Uncle Jack was the best pirate there was, second only to Henry’s mother.

Without worrying about keeping appearances and how he should act more like an adult than a child, Henry laughed as he opened his arms and moved quickly to hug the man who’d filled the emotional hole left empty by his father’s unfortunate curse.

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@piraticblood​

There was nothing in Henry’s short, but certainly richly lived life that would keep him from doing what he believed to be true and necessary.  Of such variety was finding a way to free his father from the ancient curse which kept him from being with his family - Henry and his mother.  Everyone would tell him, with grief weighing down their hearts, that it was something he needed to stop chasing, and some fates needed to be accepted no matter how horrible the outcome.  Henry could not and would not.  In the absence of his father’s presence, researching this curse which held him away became a sort of comfort and a way to feel as if he was close to William Turner in even some small way.  He was no boy who’d been left behind by a man not worthy enough to be called a father.

His father loved him, and Henry loved his father.  He would not let even an ancient curse keep them apart, no matter the costs.

“Dad!”  He cried out, oil lantern sputtering, slipping on water-covered and algae slick rocks as he crawled into the yawning gap of a pitch-black cave, one which some tales bespoke a veil between worlds, and a way for the living to have a chance to see the dead.  Henry took a large breath of brackish, salt-water air and walked further in, ignoring the way the hair on the back of his neck rose, and an eerie chill rose goosebumps along his arms.  “Dad!”

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@immobiliter​; FLINT

“Never saw it myself,” Charles’ low, smoke-rough voice broke through the silence just barely.  There was a pause before the next step, before the next chapter, and the build-up of energy inside him was making him feel itchy.  Already his fingers had drummed a random beat against the table, and he’d pulled a dented coin from his pocket and rolled it over his knuckles back and forth, back and forth.  Short of rolling a cigarette and smoking, he was out of ways to distract his mind, and turned instead to the only company he currently kept.  He sniffed and looked forward, leaning his hulking weight back in his chair.  “Don’t think a damn soul that watched us all these years saw the day you and I would work together.”

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like this post for a starter from TC CALLAHAN

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like this post for a starter from HENRY TURNER

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like this post for a starter from CHARLES VANE

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okay! so... I am definitely trying to make a come-back to tumblr rp, though I am extremely rusty.  I think it’s been well over a year, at least.  For my sanity, while I try to get my bearings, I’m going to remove almost all the muses from this blog.  For now, I will only be writing Charles Vane, Henry Turner, and TC Callahan. If you want anything from any of my sons just let me know! ♥

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“We have no warmth here.” Charles from eleanor :))

Did she know how much she did with five words?  

Charles Vane, who held a heavy sword in hand as gracefully as if it weighed no more than a feather; Charles Vane, who stepped lightly among sea-sloshed wood planks and kept his balance; Charles Vane, who could look a man in the eyes as he became his maker, removing him from this world and not share a moment of remorse.  Eleanor Guthrie, with five words, struck his heart harder than if she’d thrust a blade through it.  He would stand tall against a sea of men advancing, but at this he averted his eyes from her to try and hide the hurt that lay in them.

“We did, once,” his low, rough voice barely mumbled, and he cursed himself.  Times like this, he wished he was able to stay silent against her, to let them both free of this torturous way they loved… but he couldn’t let a word or moment go by without response.  Even when she entered a room, his eyes would inevitably pull to her.

For her, he was weak.

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“I know you. I know your nature.” Charles obvs

Something caught between a grimace and a grin flattened his already thin lips, and an amused breath of hot air sighed out of his nostril.  He rolled his eyes away from her, but did not pull away.  She was right, and they both knew it.  She knew the need of his rage when double-crossed knew no bounds.  But to let them walk?  To let a strike against Charles Vane go unanswered?

It was to let go of the power, the fear his name alone struck.

His eyes turned on her again, down the slope of his large, angular nose.  “I’ll be quick.  Quiet.  There won’t be a fight,” the grin was wolfish when it came, “it’ll be a slaughter.”

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taboo sentence starters

rp sentence starters from taboo (2017). it’s a long list, but there were just too many good ones ♥ send one for my muses reaction. feel free to change anything that needs changing in order for it to make sense to have come from your muse.

EPISODE ONE

Who is that? Is hell opened up? Madness comes out through the umbilical cord. In all of this dirty city there is no-one that I can trust, do you understand? When you live alone with a madman, you become half mad yourself. Please don’t talk to me of sense, because if it is you, I might believe it. And I have sworn to do very foolish things. People who do not know me soon come to understand that I do not have any sense. I remember you. Heard the stories. If I give you a girl, I will never see her again. I heard you done a lot of evil over there. You don’t even ask how your own blood fares. I have no fear to feed you with. I did as others did and as others had me do, and we are all owned, and we have all owned others, so don’t you dare stand there and judge me. I know things about the dead. I’m tired of these empty threats you keep bandying around. I’m not a fit man to be around children. One remembers those one looks up to more readily than those you look down upon. I hope I can trust you to keep the secrets of the past buried in a deeper grave.

EPISODE TWO

Why do you even believe I’m telling the truth? Breakfast will be out in half an hour if you can contrive to stay alive that long. You have goodness in you. I can see it in your eyes. I would rather that you worked with me rather than against me. Someone has been brought here to try and kill me. I want to speak to them and ask them why. Love is a kind of madness, isn’t it? I missed you. I couldn’t bear to see you alone. Is it my loudness that troubles you? In the forest, no. In the jungle, no. You used to straighten your skirt and march away like nothing had ever happened. Why don’t you tell your friends that you’re sick and you can come and hear everything?

EPISODE THREE

You’re in safe hands. Your devil saved you. You take pain like a stone. When you sit there with that same look of defiance on your face, I will ask you the same old question– for what do you risk your life? I just know everything. Always assume I just know. You’re not going to get caught because I will protect you. You know, I was in love with you back then. Of course you know. Talk to me, for fuck sake. I’m a little drunk for business. Your leaving was the click of the hypnotist’s fingers. I woke from a trance and realised the depth of our sin. There is enough treachery already surrounding us that there is no need for us to add to it. We used to talk to each other without words in dark corners. Please understand that from this moment I will burn your letters without opening them. I will visit you in your dreams, my love. You seem to know such a lot for somebody who knows so very little. You should know that I am a very dangerous man. To think I have this wicked, wicked thing beneath me and it’s my lifelong duty to punish her. It exhausts us both. A beautiful exhaustion. You summoned me. I am here now. What do you want? I used to think we were the same person. If you’re here just for a wank, pull your pudding and get it over with and let the rest of us enjoy Shakespeare! You have many suitors among the rabble, I imagine, and I, for the longest time, have been one of them. I am a lady of particular tastes. An admirer from the darkness and from on high. You are a weakness.

EPISODE FOUR

You will answer to God for this. Each ribbon represents a reason not to comply. As each ribbon is untied, a reason disappears. As we explore ways to make you change your mind these next few hours we will be doing God’s work. When they speak of you, there is such hatred now. Before, they laughed. They can’t kill you, but they will crucify your name and crucify all those around you. I don’t keep anybody around me that doesn’t deserve what they get. You know, semen not ejaculated at the point of passion turns to poison and narrows the mind. Eventually, you become an ape. You said I’m a weakness. I wasn’t weak. All of those that I gather are damned. It’s just part of a company policy of mine. How the hell can you walk around a house this old without making a noise? When was the last time you set foot inside a church? Judging by the horror on the faces of the ladies, you are known. I knew that when you saw me, you would come to me and I realise that is how it always is. You feel me, don’t you, when I break in? I could come more often, but I spare you. You are in every way an unopened box. Just when I think it’s empty, I hear a tiger roaring inside it. I control the timing of this. At all times your life is in my hands. You fucked her, and you lay your hands on me?! I know I will have my satisfaction. I declare it! I challenge you to a duel. At dawn to the death.

EPISODE FIVE

Dear God, have mercy on my soul. It would appear that my life is more precious than yours. I shot him. Between the eyes. And a host of devils flew out of the hole in his head and down the river. You will hang. They will catch you and hang you. Look, I’m very happy to admit that I don’t want you to die. But can you also admit that you don’t want you to die? They say he’s the devil, but not to me. Now there is nothing up that road for you apart from death, so you run along and tell your friends how you almost lost your heart. Not only is she among the large number of women I would sleep with, she’s also among the much smaller group of women I would masturbate over. I am inside your head. Always. What the hell are you doing here at whatever the hell time of night it is? Why do you always look down your nose at my plans? You said his name! In your sleep. You said his name. You need a priest, my dear. Trust requires a little time. We have no warmth here.

EPISODE SIX

What are you scared of? Go home to your mother. She loves you. You’re safe there. Go to sleep. All will be well. Help yourself to breakfast. He won’t be dead, and he won’t be happy. You can depend on that. Never lock your door or draw your robe against me again. Come now, all is forgotten. How ridiculous it’s all been, and you and I fighting like children. Careful not to wake the dead as they reach their final resting place. Three days and not a word? Did you think it would go unnoticed? What have you done? You are sending me home? I will get rid of the body. No one will know. You are betrayed. You shouldn’t be here. Take that dress off. Take that fucking dress off now. I need to ensure no one else betrays me. You don’t want much, do you? The devil’s here. Go get some sleep. No. Go away. I’m busy. I’m not fit to be near you now.

EPISODE SEVEN

I thought, in all your charity, you might extend some sustenance and some shelter to this poor, unfortunate boy. Come into the house, we’ll find you something to eat and somewhere to sleep. You’ve a heart, at least. I do know you cared for her. You were kind to her. She told me. I received a message that you wished to speak with me. When you first came back, you told me you loved me. I know you. I know your nature. The lioness will fiercely protect her cubs, regardless of the consequences. Even if that means her certain death. You will not harm her. She is harmed enough already. He’s been there all day, either mad or sick or drunk. We knocked. He won’t answer. You are not sick and you are not dead yet. Come out, or I will come in there and drag you out. You did him a kindness. Put an end to his pain. I killed him! You came back too late! For both of us. You are far, far too precious to go anywhere. I am scornful of those who judge. You are a fool. They are going to hang you. I cannot pack up my entire life in five minutes. Well, what’s the use in hiding? I suggest that you leave very quickly and very, very quietly or you can stay for the extreme violence that is coming your way. I want her to forgive me. You know it’s a sin not to tell the truth in a sacred place. We are aware that you have a certain capacity for pain. My God, look at you. Well, your plan worked. You in a cell, me on a hook. I’m here. What do you want? They will walk you along a tight rope. A line between life and death.

EPISODE EIGHT

At last, I have found a way out of the cage which I have been living. I intend to leave. Travel to a place where I will be free. It is a place where some day I hope we will meet and be happy. I witnessed and participated in darkness that you cannot conceive. How the hell did he find me? He sees me in my dreams. Is that it? I will gain revenge on those who stole my body. If it was down to me you’d have been dead long ago. But the orders are you shouldn’t be harmed. You know what happens to little boys that lie don’t you? My only appointment is with intoxication. Whatever my destination, if you survive your recklessness please, keep some part of my soul inside your own. If she were dead I would know it. I would hear her and I would feel it. How did I not know? You’ve lots of people waiting for you. People who have given up everything for you. If anything, it’s a fine day to die at sea. You came back. You told me you loved me. You were not born for freedom. You wouldn’t know what to do with it. It would torture you. I’m sorry for what I did to you. I’m sorry. You are forgiven.

I am an impulsive roleplayer.

I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’

I’m sorry I drop threads. I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes. I’m sorry I ignore my asks. I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them. I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.

Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!

And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!

I always want to roleplay with you. Just…perhaps not with that thread. You feel?

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❝ This is a weird conversation and I want to talk about a book I read about World War II.❞ carina @ henry in like modern verse lmfao

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         “But… the book…I just need to see it…”  His voice trailed off, watching her openly, confusion written clear as day across his face.  How could she not of been as excited as he was the moment he recognized it?  She possessed a rare, once in a lifetime book that was near-impossible to get hands on.  Henry had poured over every corner the internet reached just scrambling for scanned pages of it.  And she had the whole thing!  And she wanted to talk about… World War II?  How could she not want to talk about what information that book possessed?

         Elizabeth had not raised her son to be rude, even if his head was full of fanciful notions of curses and spirits and all sorts of mystical things.  So, while he was considered to be the “weird ghost guy” by his peers, he only blinked at her and sighed a smile onto his mouth.  “What did you like about the World War II book?”

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pls remember that even when:

you don’t get sent memes

you aren’t quite getting a lot of replies

you feel like your characterization is shit

when you feel like you don’t want to be here anymore

that i still love & care about you. i want you here. i will always want you here. your worth is not determined by the amount of asks or threads or followers you have. your worth can’t even be determined by anyone on this website. 

YOU DETERMINE YOUR WORTH. Love yourself today.  Love your blog. Love your muses. Chin up, lovely.

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       john mulaney: kid gorgeous   → sentence starters

slightly edited in some cases to work for rp purposes. feel free to change phrasing or pronouns to fit your muse(s)!

❝ Let’s change the subject! ❞

❝ This is a weird conversation and I want to talk about a book I read about World War II.❞

❝ Whoever did kill her only did it to protect her from this world. ❞

❝ Ah, none of us really know their fathers. ❞

❝ I was sitting over on the bench. ❞

❝ You saw what happened and did nothing! ❞

❝ Sometimes, he was gay. ❞

❝ When he was holding back the gay part, he did some of his best work. ❞

❝ I never talked to my dad about that but I figured I’d tell you. ❞

❝ Freebasing is the greatest orgasm known to man. ❞

❝ I’ve been sober now two weeks. Well, weekdays, not weekends. ❞

❝ What was so funny? I wanna know. ❞

❝ None of that matters but it’s important to me that you know that.  ❞

❝ Phonebooks don’t leave bruises. ❞

❝ Give us some money! As a gift! We want a gift! But only if it’s money! ❞

❝ I thought I’d be dead in a trunk by now. ❞

❝ You spent it already?! ❞

❝ Where’s the money? ❞

❝ I lived on cigarettes and alcohol and adderall. ❞

❝ Do my friends hate me or do I just need to go to sleep? ❞

❝ That’s illegal! They tricked me! ❞

❝ I paid 120,000 dollars for someone to tell me to go read Jane Austen and then I didn’t!❞

❝ If it’s too big you can just wear it as a sleep-shirt. ❞

❝ Hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you? ❞

❝ Jokes don’t do well in court. ❞

❝ I’m in the phase right before Old. ❞

❝ I am damp all the time. ❞

❝ I am gross. ❞

❝ UGHHHHH – you know, life. ❞

❝ I don’t know what my body is for, other than just taking my head from room to room. ❞

❝ I get super hot in the middle of the afternoon for no reason. ❞

❝ Let’s just not see each other for eight months and it doesn’t matter at all. ❞

❝ I was raised to be nice to everyone in every situation because you never know their story. ❞

❝ A lot of people don’t seem that nice and they seem to be doing fine in the world. ❞

❝ Not everyone thinks the same things are nice. ❞

❝ Famous people are weird as shit. ❞

❝ Your suspicions are correct. ❞

❝ I say ‘knock-knock’ out loud.❞

❝ The world is run by robots and we spend most of our time telling them we’re not a robot. ❞

❝ Think about that for two minutes and tell me that you don’t want to walk into the ocean.❞

❝ It seems like everyone everywhere is super mad about everything all the time. ❞

❝ I try to stay optimistic even though things seem to be getting a little sticky. ❞

❝ I don’t remember that in Hamilton. ❞

❝ I need everybody, all day long, to like me so much. It’s exhausting. ❞

❝ What do you think they’re celebrating? ❞

❝ I wasn’t raised catholic and I’m fucking glad I wasn’t because it’s a fucked up organization. ❞

❝ That should be the slogan of the catholic church: It’s an hour! ❞

❝ God can’t hear you. ❞

❝ First of all, get out of here with your facts. Just ‘cause you’re accurate doesn’t mean you’re interesting. ❞

❝ A charming anecdote that was fake and never happened. ❞

❝ These meaningless politeness rules! ❞

❝ I would never say that, not even as a joke, that my wife is a bitch and I don’t like her. ❞

❝ My wife is a bitch and I like her so much. ❞ 

❝ I smoked cocaine the night before my college graduation. Now I’m afraid to get a flu shot. People change. ❞

❝ I was in Connecticut recently, doing white people stuff. ❞

❝ Brush your teeth! Now boom, orange juice! That’s life. ❞

❝ College is a $120,000 hooker and you’re the idiot who fell in love with her.❞

❝ STREET SMARTS! ❞

❝ He could look at a child and guess the price of their coffin. ❞

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❝ Don’t be the first to die.❞ ( lawrence for logan )

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         ❝ Cocky son of a bitch. ❞  Logan laughed, twirling the pistol in his hand carelessly, but keeping it held all the same.  Before this park he’d never had need to handle a pistol but now, through numerous adventures, he’d become fairly handy with it.  Add to it the knowledge that he couldn’t die ( just get a sting that’d hurt like a bitch for days ), his handling of weaponry wasn’t exactly careful as it should otherwise be.

         One brow rose higher than the other as he laid his attention on Lawrence, settling his forearms on the horn of his horses saddle and tilting his head with a look that bespoke curiosity.  ❝ I think my odds are pretty high, friend.  Yours on the other hand… ❞  And he flashed a wide, toothy smile as he leaned back, gathered his horses reins and kicked the heels of his boots into it’s flanks, making it lurch forward with a snort before it started running.

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❝ All I hear is monsters.❞ ( martha for tc )

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         They may have just barely become acquaintances, dare say bordering on friendship, but TC knew enough about this that he couldn’t help but cross a line of familiarity.  His hand reached out - wide, large, warm - and rested gently over the top of hers.  His fingers curled and he squeezed.  Whether or not she brought her eyes to his, TC turned his head so he could lay his attention fully on her, his expression one of understanding and sympathy.

         ❝ I might not know the voices your monsters have, but I let mine nearly destroy everything I loved for years.  Don’t let yours do the same. ❞  Another small, soft squeeze of his fingers around hers.  An attempt at a small, encouraging smile shortly after.  ❝ I learned a valuable lesson.  Sometimes sharing the voices helps their volume quiet down.  So… if you ever want to turn their shouts to whispers, I’m here.❞