#scncfsatan

[dcddyrecper]

Are you a jealous RPer

I’d like to think not ?  I mean like anyone I am still a person behind the muse  and I chat with many of the people I rp with. So I won’t say that I am jealous per say. I can be hurt. Especially by people I ship with. Since if I feel like they aren’t as into our ship as they might be I will pull back, I will restrict the time I spend on threads, because no one wants to feel like the only one contributing, or like they are the only one who sends memes, writes to open threads, and <3 starter calls.  To me, a ship is just that, its where you write a million threads, and can be able a million different things, I positively love people sending in memes to me, especially ship partners, or even better tagging me into stuff randomly, because that says to me, I see you their and I love our ship, here have something more to add to it. If I ship with someone who is just sort of there chances are its going to die. Since, I don’t want to feel like I am bothering, and I don’t like to sound like I am super needy, It makes me feel bad to poke someone to ask them to send something in when I do the same for them.

So I guess the answer is a no--most of the time.  I am that rper that will follow writers I see writing with my partners, just to read threads. I like to see other people’s stuff on my dash. Even if we don’t ship, You can bet I am there to drop a line to check up on you, or wish you a happy birthday or a congratulations, if I see something exciting on my dash.  I will sometimes comment to dash shenanigans .If we ship and I count, Familial , Platonic and Romantic as my ships I will always try to send you something, I will always be there looking for something I can leave you, even if I am on mad hours at work, just because I love you guys and I think of you and look forward to having something when I get home, or reading an answer I asked.  I try to be really upbeat, and vibrantly encouraging, I feel like there is too much negativity in the world to add to it. I just don’t think it’s a huge deal to give what you get.

[manyxxmuses]

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It wasn’t right of her to assume Michael had been behind her fellow witch’s death. Cordelia’s paranoia was starting to get to her, it seemed. The young man was powerful, yes, and something about him did make her instinctively recoil deep down, but other than that he didn’t seem that threatening. 

She knelt next to the body opposite Michael, teeth sinking into her bottom lip at his mention that the poor witch was missing her soul. 

“Usually we avoid teaching that sort of magic here, but it’s very possible someone found an old grimoire and decided to try it out,” she said. “What I don’t get is why Sophia would do it - she was so sweet; hardly seemed capable of hurting a fly, let alone summoning a demon or making a deal with the literal devil.”

[manyxxmuses]

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Whispers spoke of something important being at the Academy, throwing everyone into a state of excitement. Everyone, that is, except Sabrina Spellman. While her two best friends had accepted her being a witch, Harvey was another matter. And that was what was weighing on her mind the entire day; frankly, she could give less of a damn about who this mysterious person was. 

That was the plan, anyway. And then her wrist had to go on and tingle when she passed Father Blackwood’s office - the feeling of ants swarming on her skin, or more accurately, the feeling one got when a numbed limb came back to life. 

Horror coursed through her - she knew what this meant. Please let this be Harvey’s name, please let it be Harvey...

It wasn’t, of course. If it had been, if he had been... it would have happened when she first met him. Or, maybe it wouldn’t have, considering he was mortal. That was what she had told herself, anyway. After all, who really needed a soulmate?

In stark black letters, the name Michael Langdon scrawled across her wrist. Her eyes snapped forward at the sound of footsteps, only to meet a pair of blue eyes belonging to an unfamiliar young man. Or so she thought, until his wrist had been thrust into her face and she her name reflected on it. 

The words were out before she could stop them, and she might have felt guilty about them - after all, it wasn’t his fault - if not for his next words. His father’s book? She had only ever signed one book, the book of The Beast...

Her stomach dropped and was probably enjoying a nice vacation in hell as it hit her. This man... her soulmate... had to be none other than the Antichrist himself; after all, only one son was ever mentioned the Black Book. 

“No, no no no no,” she began chanting softly, her feet taking rapid steps backward of their own accord. “There - there’s some mistake. Some trick. I... you...”

Words failed her, and she was ashamed to admit she could feel tears pricking the back of her eyes.

[thevirginandthefool]

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Send ⛄ to convince my muse to build a snowman with your muse

“But it’s freezing out there,” Dana complained mildly with a pout that would get her nowhere. She had planned on spending the snow day indoors for as long as she could, bundled in blankets if she had it her way. Of course, she wouldn’t have it her way. Especially when she was the only one that wasn’t actually busy.  

After a moment of consideration, she pushes herself off the couch. “If I agree to this, you have to make me hot chocolate afterwards.”

[tenebroustm]

scncfsatan replied to your post: let’s see what the hubbub is , so if you see this...

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o o f ,, i am muted lol

[thevirginandthefool]

@scncfsatan   cont. from (xx)

“They aren’t in the car either,” Marty said as he pushed himself out of the backseat. He looked back the way they came, trying to calculate exactly how much time they had. He looked back towards Michael and nodded in agreement. It never hurt to try to stay positive. Besides, they had managed to make it this far.

“It’s been a while, but I should be able to hotwire it.” He instinctively felt his pocket to make sure he still had the swiss army knife he’d found last week. It had been coming in handy more than he had originally expected. He paused momentarily to look at the other. “Just try not to overexert yourself, alright?

[her-hell]

scncfsatan replied to your photo “This fucker finally came. ... Praise God, Hallelujah ...”

It doesn't matter body type . Seriously , your beautiful and your killing it. Rock on.

Thank you for the kind words, I think it’s my OCD that makes the perfectionism feel impossible when I try to cosplay certain characters. 

[lastxdragon]

@scncfsatan​

[sms - Angel] Your words always make my doubts skitter away like the weaknesses they are and opportune as well. Two of those witches came sniffing around and left singed. They still do not suspect our connection. It amuses me to keep them guessing, but you know I am here for you. Tell me you are wrapping up there soon.