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Moving all the muses (and threads) to @storiesuntold! If you still wish to interact with my OCs, you can find them over there. It will take some time till I have moved everything but I’ll try to move all the bios as soon as I can and only then focus on moving the threads.

[everynineyearsandthirtyfourdays]

Endless Matt Ryan gifs: 3/? [x]

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@muchmorethanmuses asked: stalk - Cornelius and Mor | Meme | accepting

Mor was quite attuned to others who were connected to the domain of Death like him. So it was no surprise that when someone like that entered the Fae domain that he would get curious. After all, it was his job to look after the ones entering these places or living here.

He didn’t try to hide as he followed the other and as such it was no surprise when he was spotted. “Hi. What are you doing here?”

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muchmorethanmuses​:

“What am I, a peasant?” She asks - though it’s mostly jest. Mostly. She could also just hire a new housekeeper - and vet this one a little more thoroughly. But until that happens - she either needs to buy more clothes or wash what she’s got.

“You know how to do laundry?” She asks incredulously. It seemed like an odd thing for him to be programmed with.

“Of course not, my lady” Alastair sasses right back, a smile dancing across his face, which drops a bit at her second question.

Pushing his hands in the pockets of the jacket he is wearing, the android shrugs in a very human way. “Guess programmers thought it would be good that even an android build for fighting should know the basic stuff so that their human wouldn’t have to do it. So yeah, I know how to do laundry. So, do you want me to show you how it goes?”

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muchmorethanmuses​:

“Yeah, well. That makes two of us.” He admits - as if it isn’t painfully obvious that they’re cut from the same cloth. His tongue flicks out over his lips before he continues. “At least… You know. We can both be shit at it. And I don’t have to worry about you being… I dunno. Upset. Because I’m not cracking out the poetry, or something.” 

He probably could - if that’s what his soulmate had wanted - but the idea makes him cringe. 

“You’re not… Right?” He asks, and he is glad he hasn’t separated from Al just yet. He doesn’t want to be vulnerable - but he is self-conscious all the same. He’s still not sure what ties you to your soulmate - what chooses it. What if Al would have been better suited with someone… Softer? Someone less similar? Someone who could tame his fire, instead of throwing oil on it? They don’t know each other very well yet - but Alastair’s predominant emotion is anger and it shows. 

Patrick had reigned his in, tamed it slightly - but he can see himself in his soulmate, even if it’s refracted instead of reflected. 

At least they were like two peas in a pod in this thing. Not that it really was a good thing, probably. If at least one of them was better at this stuff, maybe it wouldn’t be so difficult but at the same time it felt good not to not be the only one who was bad at this.

A short, small laugh leaves him, surprising himself a bit, at Patrick speaking of poetry. “Not at all. Hope you don’t mind that I won’t do it either. Is not really my kind of thing.”

Maybe he should have accepted Riley’s offer to teach Al how to play the piano back when there was still the chance for that. At least then he could have offered that sort of skill if Patrick had been interested but he couldn’t okay, so it didn’t matter anyways.

“Maybe we should do something together some time? Like, go hiking or something. If you want...”

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Sara: *sassy comment* ✌ John: heh, nice 😜

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muchmorethanmuses​:

“I know. But I want to.” He’s done it before - flirted - since he took his soulmate in. It’s a social crutch he slips back into when things get strained. And they have gotten strained - the pair of them have been pussyfooting around each other so far.

It was weird. It was awkward. But they were grown men and well. It was what it was.

Now - If he was being honest - the liquid courage he’s partaken in is helping here - he’s always louche, but Al has made him tense up like a virgin on their wedding night. There was also an old acquaintance that had attempted to get reacquainted.

Tempting as it was - there were other considerations to be made now.

So before anything could happen (he was not known for his strength in that department after all) he had returned home. He’d started about as subtle as a sledgehammer, and when Al had remained oblivious (to the point that it seemed deliberately done) he’d abandoned all pretence in his flirtation.

“I can shut up though if you’d like. Got a laundry list of other things I could be doing with my lips.”

He had never been good at this. Sure, he had explored a lot when he was younger but as he grew older he had to admit to himself that he just wasn’t someone to jump into bed with anyone and even with people he knew well it took him a long time to take that step. 

So even with the awkward air around Patrick and him, he couldn’t really bring himself to reciprocate in the way he knew his soulmate wanted. He trusted Patrick to a degree, yes, but he still didn’t feel close enough to take that last step.

And now he had cornered himself and had no idea what to say without hurting Patrick. He really was shit at this. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Al leaned slightly away, wishing the ground would just swallow him up or he could walk through walls and just away from this situation like the ghosts that had been bothering him his whole life.

“Sorry...” Shoulders raised as if he prepared for a punch and eyes looked anywhere but his soulmate as he admitted quietly, “I... I would prefer the flirting for now then.”

[lil-moonlight]

Police officer: please get out of your vehicle

Me: after this song

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scmcnymuses‌:

“And cartographer. Kind of makes for a useful skill set, surprisingly,” he replied. Not as curious as a sword turning into a human being, though.

“Magic doesn’t sound very trivial to me.” He brushed himself off, regarding the other person with a curious look. “If you can - do that -” he said, gesturing between where the sword had been and where the sword human now say, “- why are you still here? Stuck in some old ruins?”

It stood to reason that they could just… get up and leave. Walk to a new place where somebody might actually find and be able to use the sword.

Well, it definitely sounded like a good skill set. Some of his previous owners could have used those.

“Let’s just say I took a.... prolonged nap and you woke me up.” It wasn’t really a voluntary nap but by now he was used to the shock of losing another wielder immobilising him for an uncertain amount of time. He wonder how much time had passed this time.

“Besides, better stuck in some old ruins than a grave.”

[storiesuntold]

“There are many great stories that are still untold. Let’s see where they will lead us…”

➛ Independent, Mutuals Only, Multi Muse ➛ With Canon and OC Muses from different fandoms e.g. Assassin’s Creed, Good Omens, Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts, Marvel, Now You See Me, etc. ➛ Written and loved by Sinise

Personals please do not reblog!

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ooc - don’t reblog | I am super tired and in pain thanks to sunburns on my arms and knees despite suncream (I hate my skin & sun allergy so damn much). So I doubt that I’ll get any writing done tbh. I’m lurking an available on discord to chat if anyone wants to. might fall asleep soon tho if nothing changes

[horrorandhalloween]

[datacowmuses]

Send “Pain is weakness leaving the body” and I will randomly generate how your muse will find mine

[Random Number Generator can be found here]

with a broken arm

with a broken leg

dehydrated

with a concussion

with a stab wound

hungover

after a bar fight

with the flu

with (a) broken rib(s)

with sore muscles

after falling down the stairs

with a twisted ankle

blinded temporarily

with ringing ears

with a burn

after running into a door

out in the cold without warm clothes

covered in blood

overly exhausted

after a nightmare

after losing part/all of their memory

with a black eye

rper’s choice!

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@muchmorethanmuses​ asked: “That wasn’t an accident!” Audrey II for Terynion

Terynion seems unfazed by the talking plant looking being’s outrage and simply shrugs as if to say: ‘prove it’. True, he had placed his sword in the ground, very close to the other’s roots and had done so very deliberately. But he had no desire to fight with the other about this. It was supposed to be a warning to behave after all and if they didn’t, well, Terynion didn’t have his sword just for show. Even if his listless ways nowadays might seem it so.

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@muchmorethanmuses​ asked: “Don’t touch it!” - Dew, for Sargon?

Sargon pulled his hand back at the sharp words. Not because he was scared of the other - he could easily swallow her whole in his true form if he needed to - but because she sounded panicked while he had been simply curious. “You should just leave this lying around if you don’t want anyone to touch it.” The eldritch being pointed out in a - for him - surprisingly calm voice.

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scmcnymuses‌:

Milo continued to stare, wondering if perhaps he was doomed to only find things that were sentient. “Why does this always happen?” he muttered.

“Uh, well… not exactly,” he replied, pushing up his glasses. “Treasure hunter implies that I’m doing this for personal gain. I’m just a linguist - I translate a lot of texts.” And one particular text that he had found on returning to the surface had led him here. “How is this possible?” He didn’t discount it as a fever dream, but it was still strange.

The muttered words pick Excalibur’s curiousity and he would love to know what else the young man has come across but that question will have to wait for now.

“A linguist you say. Curious.” It wasn’t every day that someone stumbled across him who wasn’t a fighter of some sort or a treasure hunter. But then again, one could argue that a linguist also hunted for treasure, just of the knowledge kind.

“As trivial as it may sound: magic.” Excalibur shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it if I were you.”

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muchmorethanmuses‌:

“Hmm..? Oh-“ She glances at her arm. “I’m fine - you can come in if you want.” When her father had made her - copied her - he’d gone to great pains to keep her in the dark about her nature. Which was understandable - she hadn’t taken the eventual revelation well. Part of his deception was programming the only natural discomfort a human would feel following such a substantial accident. She’d eradicated the programming that caused the response - but sensors still generated the symptom. Instead of disappearing into the ether - the signals caused errors. So, she was chasing them down to get rid of them.

Irritating but hardly taxing.

“You sure everything’s okay?” His shrug had not exactly been convincing.

He followed her invitation only after a millisecond of hesitation and entered the room. Walking closer, December grabbed a chair and sat down opposite from Frankie, close enough their hands would touch if they reached for another but enough distance to give her room to work.

That alone helped him calm down a bit more, knowing he wasn’t alone.

“It’s nothing important.” It’s almost a natural reaction by now to brush off his own troubles but knowing Frankie, she probably won’t be happy with it if he stays quiet about it for too long. So, after a pause he adds “Just... nightmares, I suppose.”