ship to wreck.

morgan a. andersen, 25, owner of the broken records music store. a failure, a drinker, a shipwreck. original character. fandomless. indie & selective. multiship & multiverse. presence of nsfw.

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a different kind of danger — multimuse, independent writing/roleplaying blog. includes original & canon characters. nsfw & au friendly. multiverse & multiship. written by Allie. [ E N T E R | M U S E S | M U N ]

[synkendee]

Ahem. May I have everyone’s attention please? Yeah, I moved again |: But this time’s for good, I swear. I decided to do the easiest thing and gather all of my muses, OCs & canons alike, on a single, multimuse blog. If you feel like it, you can come find me there and write with one of the crapton of characters I’ve shoved in there, surely you’ll know some of them already ♥

[synkendee]

+ echoedmistakes

“Mike. Wake up. You’re here. It’s fine”. It was pointless; he kept twitching and tossing around like a madman. All Morgan could do was hold him and pray to whatever god was listening that his night terrors wouldn’t drive him insane. “Baby, wake up, it’s fine. You’re home, you’re safe. Please,                                                                              wake up”.

[synkendee]

     “is it really, 100% absolutely necessary        for you to be here right now?”

[synkendee]

aftermath.

They walked around with shocked gasps and wary eyes. They whispered words to each other, about the most recent murders that had been rocking the town, and each time Morgan’s ears caught one more signal, one more hint that she was missing her chance. She’d been out late, that night; out to find the killer, and end up just as empty-handed as ever. It had pissed her off, made her feel weak and guilty and unable to fulfill the one purpose that had kept her going all these years. It had hurt her so deep and hard she had almost considered giving up for a second; dropping everything, everyone, take the first flight to Europe and begin again. Almost.  There were things to be taken care of here, and people too. Well, one person, at least; as grumpy an asshole as he was, John was still the best friend she had, the one person who would begrudgingly have her back, no matter what. Even when she showed up half an hour late for breakfast. “I know. I know. Spare me, I know”, she apologized clumsily taking her seat in front of him, despite the diner being way more crowded than usual. “I didn’t hear the alarm, okay?”, she carefully avoided making eye contact, just to avoid him scolding her like a five year old, and instead hid her face behind the menu, humming softly as she pretended like she wasn’t going to order her very unhealthy usual. “Sooooo...what’s up?”

[synkendee]

buttheads — like for a starter!! The fish is up and wants to piss people off.

[gemikai-blog]

closed starter for synkendee ;;

            He had looked the map over so much that the paper             was starting to look worn. The address of his old Portland              home spelled out in red ink at the top. The problem was that             none of the streets and stores were in the same place as they             had been eighteen years ago. So he had entered a music shop             in hopes of finding someone who knew their way around as it              was the closest place he found.

                               “Hey can you tell me how to get here?”

[synkendee]

        The first word that pops through her mind is ‘weirdo’.         Why the hell would anyone wanna go to that house?         Well, unless for satanic rituals and some very, very         disturbing kink, but — ah, well. “It’s — a few blocks         down the road, take the first to the left. You’re not,         like, a satanist or something, right?”

[selinasdalton]

“We have our first genetically modified hybrid”

[synkendee]

Heeeello everyone. Thanks for following back — again! I’m heading out for a while, but like for starters in case I get back at a decent hour and have time/muse to write? ♥

[synkendee]

did I drink too much? am I losing touch? did I build a ship to wreck?  indie original character. fandomless. selective.

[rockpaperscissorstiger-deactiva]

asinkingsiren

“Yeah. I’m doing it. Bye bye marriage.”

[synkendee]

“—— Wait. Hold on. Hold the fuck up. Does that — does that mean what I think it means?”

[rockpaperscissorstiger-deactiva]

asinkingsiren

“I’m sorry, are you for real right now?”

[synkendee]

“Do you really want to ask me that? Do you, in your right mind, think that’s a smart idea? I’m not just gonna sit and stare while some wanna be gangster fucks us up, okay?”

[un-paso-lejos]