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MARI x SAGE & AMY x MOROS FOR THE CAMPING MEME

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you (Camping Edition)

Mari and Sage

Who brings up going camping in the first place: Mari

Who packs too many “just in case” items: Sage

Who accidentally gets them lost while exploring: Sage would, since he’s not a nature kind of person outside of painting. lol

Who pitches the tent: Mari

Who catches the biggest fish in the nearby lake:  Mari

Who gets sick from eating too many S’mores:  Sage

Who builds the camp fire: Mari

Who initiates the camp fire songs: Umm, hm, I want to say Mari, but I am going to say both or Neither instead lol

Who complains about not having cell service: Sage probably would

Who suggests skinny dipping: Mari

Who swears they ‘just heard something’ at 1 AM: Sage ahah

Do they camp in style (air mattress, portable electronics etc) or rough it: Probably rough it

Amy and Moros

Who brings up going camping in the first place: Probably Amy

Who packs too many “just in case” items: Neither

Who accidentally gets them lost while exploring: Amy

Who pitches the tent: Moros

Who catches the biggest fish in the nearby lake: Moros? lol

Who gets sick from eating too many S’mores:  Amy

Who builds the camp fire: Moros

Who initiates the camp fire songs: Amy lol

Who complains about not having cell service: Most likely Amy

Who suggests skinny dipping: Probably Amy

Who swears they ‘just heard something’ at 1 AM:  Probably them both, and just to try and mess with each other lol

Do they camp in style (air mattress, portable electronics etc) or rough it: I can see them roughing it. But they most likely would go in style ahah

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"Dude I am so sorry, I didn't mean to do that!"

Bad Lip Reading: The Empire Strikes Back Starters 

He stayed silent for a moment, then gave a little smile “ I guess this is the part where I say ’ It’s okay, as long as you didn’t mean to. It’s fine that you decided to do that in the first place.’ Right? You know, forgive and forget? - But suppose I decided not to forgive, or forget? Then I’m a revenge seeking asshole?  Choices choices…”

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Sage Season// Sage, Katherine and Luca

How in the hell did he fine himself in this sort of situation anyway? What had he ever done to anyone to have hunters coming after him. He knew Elliot wasn't going to be happy about it, not one bit. Because they had been doing a pretty good job at keeping under the radar, and not using their powers, no one noticed they were really that different. But some how, the hunters figure him out. He couldn't go home, not without putting Elliot at risk, if she was still not found out that was. Sage leaned against a tree, he wasn't exactly ready to fight a hunter, he could barely even control his ability... Letting out a breath he peaked around to see if any of them had still been following him.

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“You Were A Mistake”

Send “You Were A Mistake” and see how my Muse reacts.

He made a face, pretty offended by that. Then narrowed his eyes on the other “ I was a mistake? And what in the fuck do you mean by that?!” He asked, having no idea why the other would say that. But Micah could give anyone a number of reasons to say that to him, honestly.

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µ

Send µ and my Muse will sucker punch your Muse in the face.

Sylar was mad, really mad. And you want to know who he was mad at? This mother fucker right in front of him. He was so mad he could just- And he actually did just then, his fist slams right across the others jaw, pushing as much strenght into it as he could. He then blinked, realizing what he had down and swallowed “ Ah. Did you see that? Some dude just punched you,  and he ran off. That way…” He points.

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🎂

Send me a ‘🎂’ and your muse will get a birthday present from my muse!

Blue had spent a lot of time thinking about this. It was hard, because he wanted to pick the right one. But, he figured it was worth it, because this person was worth a well thought out gift. He even considered making the other something. But no, he wasn’t going to do that. He was going to buy it.   It took a long time, but he found it. He found the thing he figured they’d love. Lifting up the box he grins, it had the most perfect wrapping paper. But inside, even more perfect, the item. He eventually found his target and walked up to them “ Here!” He says holding the box out “ For your birthday.”

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     It’s like she’s been walking for days, looking for Beth. Or Glenn. Or Rick. Or anyone. The prison was a mistake, she thinks. They got too comfortable. They got too confident. They were caught off guard, and there’s no one to blame but themselves. Now, they’re scattered, and it takes all the strength she has not to crumble under the weight of all the grief she has for her fallen friends, and for those whose fates are still uncertain. She’s not sure if it’d be better to know for sure, but if nothing else, that uncertainty offers doubt, and doubt is enough to keep her searching for answers; to keep her fighting. She’ll find them one day, somehow, dead or alive. Or she’ll die trying.

     A noise in the trees has her reaching for the knife at her belt and freezing, tensed and ready to strike, barely even daring to breathe as her ears listen out for any hint of a sound. Nowadays, the living pose a greater threat than the dead, but around this area, the living could be survivors from the prison. They could be family. It’s a gamble to speak out, but she has to. It might be Beth. Or Glenn. Or Rick. Or anyone.

                             “Who’s there? Beth? Glenn?”

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Human sacrifice, cats and dogs, living together… Mass Hysteria!/// Moirae & Moros

Now, if this were any other sort of situation. Someone happening to see a young male writing in a book might of mistaken that male for perhaps writing a story, or maybe something like that. Though you could suppose that that was the case, anyway. Because for Moros, this was a story he was writing. He could not stop himself from writing it either. He seemed to just become taken over by some other force when he was writing. Fate wasn't an easy thing to have control over. Being the one who wrote it was not exactly the easiest job in the world.

Lifting his hand up from the book he closes it with his other " You three should be working." He says, then slowly turns away from the table he was sitting at. Standing up he looks up  toward the ceiling and watches as streams of light green swirl over their heads " This one looks like it is swaying a little bit." He blinked then looked away. The threads of fate were obviously very important. Without them, there would be chaos, and the world, and going so far as even the entire universe would all implode on itself, because reasons.