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"hello?" baalmon asked as he enters lady's shop.

Lady’s attention was drawn to the sound of the voice of a customer. She looks up to see Baalmon enter. “Hello sir how can help you?” She greeted him warmly.

#digimonrp #ladywizardmon #ask-sorcerymon

My Digimon OC muse LadyWizardmon and my X-Men Teleporter OC muse Megan made on in two different Doll Makers.

(LadyWizardmon and Megan-belong to me)

(Doll Maker used for LadyWizardmon-http://www.dolldivine.com/dark-mage-creator.php)

(Doll Maker used for Megan-http://www.dolldivine.com/x-girl.php)

#ooc #mun #ladywizardmon #megan #my muses #digimon oc #xmen oc

Lost.

It was pouring rain and a 6 year old faun was drenched, cold, and lost. He had long white hair that covers his eyes, small growing in horns, small pointy ears, his fur from the waist down was white in color along with his lion like tail. He was so cold he started to shiver and he starts to cry from the frustration.

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Lady's closed rp!

Emil a boy who looks much younger than he really is was running away from a group of thugs all over town. He tries his best to loose them, but they keep finding him. His blind folds whipping back as he ran. Emil stopped in front of a nice house to catch his breath, but was soon caught by the thugs as one of them pushes him hard to the ground. He sits up dirtied from the road below him. "Look at you, you're pathetic!" One said making a disgusting look at him. Emil was frightened, he wished some one would rescue him. Yet he feels ready to die in that moment.

#ladywizardmon #emil #digimon #crossover

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famous first lines of poetry pt. 1: bold the ones that apply to your muse.

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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // Tyger Tyger, burning bright // I have done it again. // Do not go gentle into that good night. // The sea is calm to-night. // Let us go then, you and I, // April is the cruelest month, // Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // There is a place where the sidewalk ends // I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) // Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // Whose woods these are I think I know // Let us twain walk aside from the rest; // Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, // I taught myself to live simply and wisely // It so happens I am sick of being a man // I wandered lonely as a cloud // Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // O my Luve is like a red, red rose // O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; // Out of the night that covers me, // It was many and many a year ago, // You may write me down in history // Do not stand at my grave and weep // Some say the world will end in fire // Some say in ice. // Hope is the thing with feathers // The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // No man is an island, // Remember me when I am gone away, // I met a traveller from an antique land // ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves // This is thy hour O Soul, // When we wear the mask that grins and lies, // Death be not proud, // And death shall have no dominion. // Laugh, and the world laughs with you; // The art of losing isn’t hard to master; // To see a World in a Grain of Sand // Is there anybody there? said the Traveller // Nobody heard him, the dead man, // That crazed girl improving her music. // Come to me in the silence of the night; // Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // When you are old and grey and full of sleep, // In Flanders’ fields the poppies blow // I thought of you and how you love this beauty // Life, believe, is not a dream // It may be misery not to sing at all, // If tarry space no limit knows // Come live with me and be my love, // Had we but world enough and time, // My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense // Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art- // Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. // Heaven is what I cannot reach! //My dear, my dear, I know // In visions of the dark night // Shall I compare thee to a summers day? // Break, break, break // She walks in beauty, // I had a dream, which was not all a dream. // He clasps the crag with crooked hands.

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