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Memory Meme

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xxmoved:

Past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories. 

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❥ - a childhood memory

♣ - a fading memory

✂ - a vivid memory

✖ - a repressed memory

✈ - an eye-opening memory

✤ - a memory that involves romance/love

☤ - a memory of death/loss

✍ - a memory of their mother

☽ - a memory of their father

♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)

✌ - a memory of a relative

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

✓ - a sexual memory

♬ - a friend/best friend memory

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I have three replies when I get home from work to do. And whatever else appears in my tag tonight. By the way thank you for the support!

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parapsyched:

anonymous submission:

FYI my muse has a life outside of our threads! Send me a __ and I’ll describe an original NPC or unclaimed character who:

§   my character likes

±   my character dislikes

Φ   made my character’s day

×   upset my character

Σ   my character helped

€   my character hurt

↯   my character killed/wants dead

⇅   wants my character dead

♥   loves my character

∞   will always be remembered

≋   has been forgotten

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coveynsky:

modern mythical creatures | witches

A witch is a person who practices witchcraft. The stereotypical witches are commonly portrayed as wicked old women who have wrinkled skin, pimples, and pointy hats. They wear clothes that are black or purple. They also have warts on their noses and sometimes long claw-like fingernails. 

People believed that witches had a pact with the devil. The diabolical mark (or mark of the devil) was a token left on the skin of the witch.

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imahxrricane:

        WHO IS IN CONTROL?

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daayaan:

“Just try to have fun, all right. Really, that’s all I ask. You still hoardin’ key chains or is that a thing of the past?” Rohini grinned broadly at the younger woman. “Do try to gimme a call every once in a while, yeah?” 

withershinswitch

“I’ll try t’, mate & nah quite. Been hoardin’ those Funko ones through. I got my Iron Man and Harley Quinn that are always with me and I’m gonna round up the Star Wars ones if I find ‘em.” She said with a bright smile, her sides sore from her laughter earlier.  “Best believe I will be ringin’ y’ up, though I love spendin’ time back home- I’m gonna be missin’ the lot of y’.” 

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wayfaringwitch:

I need a few hours sleep. I got things to do during the day..and work tonight. 

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fractisspeculis 

She might be bleeding and on the ground but  Ang pushed herself up. Darkened eyes stared  upwards as she heard the sound of footfalls, one set leaving while another was approaching.  She covered her head as she curled in on herself wondering if the second set was her attacker’s mate or if they were of someone who had witnessed  the scrimmage. 

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wayfaringwitch:

“If you don’t know when to be a human being, you don’t know when to be a witch.”

― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

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withershinswitch:

“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.”

―Terry Pratchett,A Hat Full of Sky

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Send 👫 and my muse will introduce your muse to one of my other muses | status: acceptingfor:   fractisspeculis

“Why’s everyone askin’ me all a sudden t’ introduce people,y’all are adults introduce yourselves. ” 

“Govorite li bosanski?” He asked out of habit, his voice gruff & a little louder that one would expect. Just a small sign of how hard of hearing he had become over the year. He wiped the flour from his hands on the front of his shirt. “ Oprosti! ‘m Elvis.” Dark narrowed eyes accompanied and smile that went from ear to ear. “Let me get you a plate, child. You look like you haven’t eaten in ages.” His voice carried a heavy accent but he spoke the words a bit slower to keep them from being slurred in it. 

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Send 👫 and my muse will introduce your muse to one of my other muses | status: acceptingfor: shotgunshellsandfeathers

 " ———– ‘ave we got t'do this NOW? “

“Angelia, manners.” The older woman said softly as she undid the headscarf and let it come to rest on her shoulders. She pushed her graying bang behind her ears and held a hand out to the man after she stepped behind the bar. “ ‘m Yasmin.”

Lithe, nimble fingers pulled a shotglass from beneath the bar and filled it with a her favored whisky. “And one on the house.” 

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shotgunshellsandfeathers:

“see if we’re makin’ that ‘nto a wager, if ya’ find  cigarettes too you’ll have me owin’ ya’ one.  whipper-snapper.”  

Another smile twitched onto his lips, fleeting as quickly as it’d appeared. Calloused fingers spread across the cold counter, the bat rolling lazily from the gentle nudge, Will paused, tipping onto his heels with a low snort of a laugh and tip of his head. 

“go. knock ya’self out, ‘ll keep an eye out t’ make   sure ya’ get back ‘n one piece. miracle or no.”

“no expiration date on y’ ownin’ me there,mate.”  she crouched down and tightened the worn leather of her boots, followed by emptying her supplies out of her bag to lighten her load.  “- y’ gonna be ownin’ me outta ass when I come back with both and some grub--”  though his smile had faded hers lit her features again,  she remembered the grate she had seen on the way to the town, either it was an old fallout shelter or a tornado  cellar. Either way there was a chance that there was  supplies still within and she needed the pack space for what she could find.  her footfalls were quite dodging the patches of dead limbs  and the frost. the gun she flitched in hand, though she was  certain that there wasn’t anything that close in the woods.  it was out of habit and the fact that she had no bolt cutters  and she was next to certain if there wasn’t an easy way through the grate there would be a lock somewhere. 

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denabarai 

“Oi ‘ave y’ got nothin’ bette’ t’ do than going around scarin’ folks?”