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@muse-manor asked:

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More recently, I've thought about playing these two goobers. But part of me worries that I won't be good at playing them.

muses civic has considered | open & accepting

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~Still on a Record of Ragnarok stint and loved their Jack the Ripper.

~One of my all time favorite villains in anime... the Jack Horner of anime if you will. But because he is a fucking NAZIS, and given the uncomfortable raise of fascism world-wide, I am less interested in touching him. Doesn't matter he doesn't really follow Nazi ideology and just wants never-ending war I still think the worldwide climate makes it harder for me to want to do shit with him. It's also why Schrödinger and Rip Van Winkle don't get much play, they are no longer apart of Millennium but the imagery is still present.

[civicrphub-old]

^ Remembers how her father didn't even forget about her birthday even though she hates her birthday.

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Marsha groans. She had gad enough of this dude.

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@muse-manor liked for a starter with Martin | open & accepting

[ 📚 ] While she only interacted with Martin a few time, Marsha knew that she didn't like him. He reminded her of her dad (not a good thing). She internally groaned. "What do you want?"

[oflostinfound]

“The point that I must emphasize is you won’t get a sniff without me!” From Gumbald

Disney Lyrics: Villain Edition (pt.1) | Sentence Prompts

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ A sniff...? ❞

She was sure he meant she wouldn't have a chance without him, but it was such an odd expression... at least to her.

Ears droop as her eyes shift around the ruins. She couldn't think of a way out of here on her own, and her necklace often refused to teleport her around Ooo- only allow her to travel between where she last left in this world, and her cabin back home.

So, steeling herself, she nods in the direction of the strange pink man,

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ Okay. What do we need to do? ❞

[reaper-of-archives-blog]

raggehmuffins, u is a butt

//I swear to god apacakes—

[mermaid-pancakes]

"I fear that we must bid you all a do. Though our appearance was short, we enjoyed our time with you. So we wish you a goodnight and hope that you find peace before the night is through," the small vampire smiles, his loyal hound at his side as he wishes the manor's guests sweet dreams. As he turns away, the candles around him blow out, darkening the halls until all that can be seen are red eyes at the end, belonging to estates glorious butler. With a blink, even he is gone.