unbound.

multimuse. SIDEBLOG TO CENTURIESUNTOLD ! [x]

[anachronistick]

Haven’t forgotten about my starter calls, but Killian has been really sick and since tumblr was kinda already on the backburner it got pushed down a bit. I will be here to do those starters, hopefully sometime after Killian gets his ultrasound on Wednesday and we figure out the best way to help him.

Thanks guys! I will still be streaming games on Twitch at http://twitch.tv/centuriesuntold if you wanna hang out. Otherwise, I’ll see you in hopefully the next week or so!

[preponder]

ALRIGHT NEW YEAR NEW ME. I’m gonna try to weasel back into here...... no promises but like this and I’ll see if I can get a starter out for you! If you have a preference on which muse let me know..... otherwise it’s gonna be muse roulette 😂

[enrychan]

i read the Archon can’t already be part of the Magisterium but. I’m sure they can make an exception for Dorian🌟

[rileymcdaniels]

@magicaltalents

GOD I AM HAVING SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT RILEY AND HOW MUCH SHE LOVES CALEB AND HOW THIS IS BASICALLY HOW SHE TELLS HIM SHE WILL BE WITH HIM FOR AS LONG AS HE WANTS HER

and this is just… so riley and reid and wren and so many of my children

[preponder]

me in june/july: hell yeah i’m gonna write EVERY SINGLE SAILOR MOON CHARACTER me now, in october: what the hell was i even thinking

[softmeals]

Feeling nostalgic about the grim reaper and his wizard bf

[preponder]

Michiru: :<

Haruka: :O

[preponder]

   @thebrazenandbold​ liked this for a starter !

   Usagi had been in America for less than 48 hours, and already nearly the entirety of Cambridge’s population of food vendors and ice cream parlour employees knew her name, her favourite colour, her boyfriend’s name and where he went to school, and at least seven of her self-proclaimed favourite songs, which she was not shy about singing along to whenever they started to play. That’s what she was doing now as she waited in line, eyes closed in delight as she rocked on her feet and not quite belted out the lyrics to a song she only knew half of the proper words to as it played, slightly tinny, out of the speakers in the ceiling.

   “Usagi,” the cashier called to get her attention, “do you know what you’d like?”

   “Ohhh,” Usagi pouted as she opened her eyes and looked over the menu again, “but I like them all! It’s not fair! Oooh!!” She turned on the spot, flipping through her little book of translations more out of nervous habit than any real need to consult it, and looked with completely unwarranted desperation to the next person in line.

   “Please, it’s so hard to decide! What’s your favourite? I’ll buy for us both! I can do that!” Usagi grinned then, like a gremlin about to be fed after midnight, waving a slip of plastic in the air and whispering loudly, conspiratorially, “I have my boyfriend’s credit card!”

[saiyaman-deactivated20231010]

when ur fave is one dimensional or treated poorly by the writer but as a writer you can see how much potential they have for interesting and engaging storytelling

[preponder]

like this post and whenever I get around to actually adding them you’ll get a starter from one of the sailor moon characters I’m gonna be adding (which is. A lot of them. ALL of the inner Senshi, Mamoru, Chibiusa, and Haruka & Michiru, as of right now)! Just let me know if you have a preference.

[scienceninjaturtle]

The Earnest Adventures of Spider-Dad

[wackd-archive]

Not gonna lie I would read like a kajillion issues of this

[mousathe14]

As would I. Anthony Holden does adorable domestic well. If you’re not following his tumblr already, you should.

[swan2swan]

See this is what we could have had for fifteen years if not for One More Day.

[iamthelowercase]

I gotta say though, Spider-Man going up to a villain he fights all the time and saying “hey mate, could you watch this kid for me for like fifteen minutes?” is extremely on-brand.

[preponder]

“Your name’s Torpedo Ass?!?”

[preponder]

like this post and whenever I get around to actually adding them you’ll get a starter from one of the sailor moon characters I’m gonna be adding (which is. A lot of them. ALL of the inner Senshi, Mamoru, Chibiusa, and Haruka & Michiru, as of right now)! Just let me know if you have a preference.

[preponder]

yeah so if i ever get my ass back to writing you can expect to see probably EVERY major sailor moon character on this blog bc i love them all???? 

[preponder]

forceworn‌.

everything about this sucked. the chair she’d been given was short on one leg, and seki’s leg had fallen asleep about ten minutes ago. someone had carved the word ‘pussy’ into the table, and the edges of the letters were just rough enough to irritate the soft part of her forearm after the first twenty minutes. the room was just slightly colder than was comfortable, and the distance to the bar in the center of the table was far enough that, short as she was, she had to lean over the table awkwardly. 

it had been a long week. 

tuesday had begun just after dawn, with breaking news of a tragic murder — a woman in her thirties and her five-year-old daughter. the victim had confided to her boyfriend that she thought she was being stalked, and her video doorbell confirmed it; every food or package delivery she’d received for the last two weeks had been the same young woman in a blue 1992 subaru. when the victim confronted the stalker late monday afternoon, neighbors reported a shouting match, and the doorbell footage caught her, furiously shouting at the closed door before flinging the meal delivery onto the lawn and hurling a chocolate shake at the door. the next footage was of that same young woman returning later that night and leaving again just as quietly. the last person to leave the house alive.

the detectives had knocked on seki’s door by tuesday at noon, pulled her in for questioning, and in eighty-two minutes she had been arrested for murder. a full 30 hours later, and she was being asked to speak to someone new. she patently refused, but apparently that wasn’t an option. so she’d elected not to say a word.

the state of delaware had no death penalty, but seki was beginning to wonder if this might be worse.

she snapped her head up to glare at the speaker; the first time she’d bothered to look directly at him since he had leisurely strolled into the interrogation room and attempted to endear himself to her by arguing with the cops. it hadn’t worked. 

“ are you screwing with me?  i don’t want to talk to any more pigs. i don’t want to bond with pigs over puzzles. you think you are smarter than me, but i could turn you inside-out. i don’t want to talk about your puzzle. i don’t want to talk about the dead people. i want to be left alone. ” 

   ❛ now, miss otana— ❜ blanc’s eyebrows raised slightly with the kind of easy smile that only seemed to work when paired with a thick mississippi drawl, ❛ to be verbally assailed upon with such an… unearned moniker, why, it brings sadness to my heart. ❜ he paused, looking down again at the crossword, mouthing the letters as he tapped the boxes with the pencil. ❛ well i’ll be damned- that’s it right there. a - s - s - a - i - l. assail. ❜  

   triumphant, blanc set the pencil on top of the crossword, now folding his hands together as he focussed entirely on seki otana across from him. if he was honest, benoit was surprised she had spoken. she’d been secure in her stony silence right until that moment. it might have been a mistake, born of haggard exhaustion, or perhaps he’d genuinely tried her patience. as uncomfortable as benoit was, he could only imagine how disagreeable her current position might be.

   he was less surprised that she obviously saw him as just another police officer. that wouldn’t do- after all, he wasn’t one. nor had he been brought onto the case by the police. no, his hiring was now of a far more tenuous nature. technically his job had ended monday night — but he wasn’t the type to just walk away just because a case grew cumbersome, especially when there were still so many loose ends to tie together.

   ❛ allow me to introduce myself, and i am sorry for not doing so until just now. my name is benoit blanc. now, you notice, i do not introduce myself as detective, or officer. i am what most would call a private investigator— for hire. i am here today because i was employed for sophia florian’s case… i am not, however, here at the… behest… of the department. ❜

   blanc watched seki carefully. she was smart, of that he was sure. she could put the pieces together.

   ❛ i do believe you now have a question for me. ❜  

[selena-soto]

quarantine be like

[preponder]

    @forceworn​ liked this for a benoit blanc starter!

   the hard plastic and metal of the chair was beginning to wear on him. benoit glanced briefly from the newspaper on the table in front of him to the watch on his wrist. just over 40 minutes. he had known he was playing the long game here, but now he wished he’d requested some more plush chairs for him and his companion.

   she sat across from him, handcuffed to the interrogation table. he’d requested that the officers remove them for his interview — because indeed, that was what he preferred to call his conversations, far more than the word ‘interrogation’. they’d refused, of course. they believed her guilty of murder. blanc supposed she was an easy scapegoat for them, connected loosely and more or less having admitted to the crime itself… but no. the pieces didn’t fit, and some outright contradicted what he knew to be true. there was more at play here.

   still, it would be hard to prove her innocence and find the real culprit behind the crime if she refused to speak with him. the local force would only tolerate his continued poking for so long before they wrote the case off as solved. blanc turned his attention back towards the crossword, tapping the eraser of his pencil against the side of his cheek.

   ❛ i seem to be a bit stuck, ❜ he confided in her after a moment, ❛ 111 across, six letters, three and four ’s’ and ‘a’, ‘attack fervently’. i’d thought assault, but that’s- well, that’s maddeningly one letter too many. ❜