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" I don’t think the spell was meant to BURN the book, was it?”

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anordinarymiraclex liked for a thing with SAM!
" I don’t think the spell was meant to BURN the book, was it?”
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The Mun’s Interpretation || Still Accepting!✦ Has your own interpretation changed from when you first began playing the character?
[[ Yes, definitely.
I’ve been working on a very long and involved HoND fanfic for quite some time now and I’m rewriting it because my blog has made me more sensitive to how Quasi is.
I realized that he’s a sarcastic little fuck and that made me so freaking happy. He’s just the kind of guy who will smile to your face but when you’re walking away later you go “WAIT, WTF.” I think that part of Quasimodo is SO FREAKING IMPORTANT because too often, Quasi’s true character gets lost in a muddled shadow of timidness and embarrassment.
Yes, he’s shy upon first meeting, but if the person proves that he can trust them, he will usually start to let his guard down. But when meeting new people, he can’t help but to turn back to that terrified state. After all, in that time period “monsters” [ as they often called people with disabilities, or in his case, deformities ] were not given any chance at all. They were usually killed. The fact that he had been able to live out 20+ years was amazing in itself, which is why people were so incredibly distraught upon first glance of him because they truly never did see anyone like him.
But yes, TLDR;
My interpretation is definitely changing every day and with every interaction. I love being able to bring out sasshole Quasi because he’s so ridiculously funny, ie:Movie- Esme- “You’ve done this before?”Quasi- “No.” :]Quasi- “What? What am I supposed to do?! Go out there and rescue the girl from... From the jaws of death and the whole town will cheer like I’m some kind of hero?!”
Phoebus- “Truce?”Quasi- “Well... Okay.” :] /Beats the ever loving fuck out of him
And if he gets comfortable around a muse, you can bet your ass that they’ll be on the receiving end of that. Haha. ]]
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questions for the mun!
☆ - What type of fantasy AU would you like to do one day?Ironically enough, I don’t have more than a couple of threads set on Kayley’s main/movie verse, and I’d love to get to do something in that setting perhaps with a historical character or a mystical creature of sorts (but I’m good with any muse, really, I just need to give my main verse more love).Other than that, I’d love to try a thread set in the world of The Infernal Devices (and The Mortal Instruments as well, but I like TID better). I’d probably make Kayley a Shadowhunter and I’d just love to explore that side of her.
Send this to the 12 nicest people you know or to seem to have a good heart and if you get 5 back you must be pretty awesome❤️
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The Tightrope of Fire || Closed Starter
Riley grinned as he had shocked the crowd with yet another magic trick. He had made himself disappear behind a box, only to reappear behind the entire crowd. When he made his way back to the stage, the applause seemed thunderous, making him laugh as he waved to them all. Oh how he enjoyed living in the circus... The people were so easy to impress, though the tricks themselves weren’t always as easy as they appeared to come across, if anyone could figure them out that it. It involved a lot of running and precise timing.
As his act finished up, Riley cleaned himself up and started around the circus, waving to his friends that worked at a few booths. His eyes fell upon a tent, eventually, when he had wandered that far. Usually, he wouldn’t have noticed a single thing, except... There seemed to be a voice coming from this one.
Curiously, he looked inside.
“Hello?”
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Who Am I? || Elsa and Madellaine
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The darkness of night weighed down upon her, so thick that it oozed into her lungs, clogging them with terror.
What happened?
The world spun; a terrifying blur of browns and greens.
Where was she?
Ragged breaths fell from her lips, but each was a sound she did not recognize.
Who was she?
Countless questions bounced around in her head that only worsened the ache encapsulating her skull. Actually, pretty much everything hurt: her shoulders ached, a smattering of cuts stung her arms and legs, bruises littered her torso, and her feet ached with every step she blindly took in the darkness of the woods. After pulling herself from the mangled wreckage of a carriage—a carriage that she didn’t remember to whom it belonged nor why she’d been inside—for some reason even she couldn’t place, she knew she couldn’t stay. And so, despite her body’s protests, she’d trudged her way into the surrounding forest.
Only to get herself hopelessly lost.
The glowing lights had been what attracted her to the circus. When she broke through the seemingly endless trees, the communal bonfire raging at the center of a cluster of tents was the most welcoming sight she’d ever seen—or at least, that she could remember. The distance between the terrifying forest and the comfort and warmth of the fire seemed to stretch on forever.
It had taken the people she’d stumbled upon a while to determine what to do with the injured, delirious woman. Her legs were wobbly, and she feared she’d collapse at any moment. But, with some help, she managed to make it across the circus grounds to the grand tent of the Ringmaster.
Immediately he put the blonde on edge, although she couldn’t quite place why. After a bit of deliberation—and her nearly collapsing from being so exhausted—it was decided that she could stay at the circus until morning, when her situation could be further discussed, and her escorts took her to the person who would watch over her: a young performer named Madellaine.
The men with her shouted through the tent flap once they arrived at Madellaine’s domain, offering nothing more than a vague, “New girl! She’s staying with you tonight!” before shoving her inside, a startled gasp leaving her lips. Her battered legs weren’t strong enough to catch her; the blonde crashed to the floor with a pained cry as the footsteps of the others outside faded away.
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[[ You’re literally the sweetest, thank you <3 ]]
Heyy hii! c: Spreading the love today, and I couldn't forget about you, now could I? First of all, I love ALL your blogs! And I'm dying to interact with all of them, 'cause wooow quality all over <3 Shipping these two is gonna be the most perfect thing ever! I love how we're both kinda shipwrecks (in a positive way haha), so thank you for that. Keep doing what you do. Hope you're having a great day! And know that I'll be stalking your blogs in the meantime hehe Happy Positivity Day!~
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I really have to say the same for you and all of your blogs. I love writing and chatting with you and I’m sorry I’m slowest person in the world. And our ship is going to be amazing <33