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The Vampire Diaries (2009-2017)

#c: elena gilbert #not my elena muse popping out #she's so pretty god

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Starter for @cardigcn

THERE'S  THIS  THING  THAT  HAPPENS  WHEN  YOU  BECOME  FAMOUS.  yes,  that  six-letter  word  that  wraps  itself  around  different  tiers  and,  for  those  asking,  robin  scherbatsky  was  nowhere  near  taylor  swift’s  level  with  her  private  jet  making  fumes  on  the  socials  nor  kim  kardashian’s  where  even  the  manager  of  a  corner  store  would  find  her  breakup  plastered  on  their  newspaper  stand,  but  she  was  known  enough  to  feel  the  aftereffects.  those  places  she  once  called  home  are  now  teeming  with  people  eager  to  walk  in  her  footsteps.  there’s  journalism  students  sprawling  books  out  at  mclaren's,  crossing  their  fingers  that  she’d  someday  walk  back  in,  knowing  that  once  she  was  one  of  the  five  claiming  its  burgundy  booth.  she  can  no  longer  get  onto  the  subway  station  at  86th  without  seeing  a  coworker’s,  or  at  least  someone  running  in  her  industry’s  circles,  face  dipped  in  black  and  white,  fronting  a  newspaper.  randoms  hitting  a  turtle's  shell  just  like  she  did  at  the  american  museum  of  natural  history,  influencers  recreating  her  sparkling  commercials,  so  many  microscopic  details  of  her  life  have  been  replicated,  and  while  there  was  a  sense  of  pride  in  that,  she  always  hoped  the  empire  state  building  was  one  place  they  didn't  take  away  from  her.  

of  course,  it  was  where  barney  proposed  to  her  for  the  first  time,  all  those  years  ago,  before  their  marriage  went  up  in  flames,  before  she  went  back  to  ted,  before  ted  and  her  decided  that  it  was  a  romantic  pipedream  to  think  she  ever  could  fill  the  shoes  of  tracey.  new  york’s  air  feels  entirely  different  too.  it’s  no  longer  mystic,  but  holds  its  own  nostalgic  fragrance  that  she  wishes  she  could  bottle  up  before  departing,  being  one  of  the  tourists  now  who  go  up  there  whenever  they  need  a  reminder  that  it’s  not  just  a  place  filled  with  pollution  but  night  crawling  with  dreams.  she’s  close  to  walking  down  its  spiralling  steps,  ready  for  whenever  her  town  car  will  take  her  next,  only  to  spot  his  silhouette  cowering  over  its  railing.  "i  wonder  what  the  playbook’s  pick-up  quip  is  for  seeing  a  familiar  face  at  the  empire  state  building?"  she  asked,  the  corner  of  her  mouth  pulling  up  by  a  notch,  like  a  puppeteer  wanting  a  smile  out  of  her.  "do  you  still  live  here?  it’d  be  strange  if  you’re  not.  i'm  not  quite  sure  how  new  york  city  would  cope."  

#cardigcn #c: robin scherbatsky #you don't have to match this length!! i always babble

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Starter for @immorethanasymbol​

THE  RYTHMIC  GLOOM  OF  DEATH'S  MARCH  is  only  a  musical  ploy  one’s  clued  into  once  they  pass  over.  at  least,  that's  what  we  assume  if  we're  not  among  the  few  who  understand  how  this  reality  works.  see,  death’s  horseman  doesn’t  just  show  up  once  it’s  time,  masquerading  himself  in  the  ghost  of  someone  familial  or  at  least  so  previously  decidedly  loved  by  us,  but  for  a  psychic  it’s  in  the  night  hours,  the  dreams  that  provide  intuition  to  what’s  near,  in  a  touch  of  a  hand,  the  silenced  voices  spiralling  in  someone’s  head.  awakening  is  both  a  gift,  reminding  oneself  of  how  resplendent  life  can  be  when  limitless,  but  also  a  rotten  curse  that  separates  you  from  those  asleep,  and  for  wanda,  who  experiences  clairvoyance,  it’s  often  like  living  through  a  state  of  replay.  she  not  only  dreamt  of  vision’s  passing  but  also  heard  his  own  lullaby  echo  of  infinite  "it’s  alrights"  transcend  throughout  the  forest  when  he  passed,  steve  only  mere  metres  away.  

nothing  she  could’ve  ever  done  about  it,  just  a  simple  nudge  that  someday  it  would  come  into  being.  sometimes,  like  now,  she  can  still  hear  the  confidence  in  his  voice  despite  her  own  trembling  if  they  had  switched  positions.  being  so  stuck  into  the  vagueness  of  memories  and  soon  to  be's  that  she  doesn’t  notice  her  surroundings,  can’t  quite  zone  in  on  the  silhouette  of  the  ex-soldier  with  auburn  hair  cuffing  the  back  of  his  neck,  a  much  different  haircut  when  considering  his  cleaned  do.  he’s  claimed  her  as  his  unofficial  assistant  at  shield  in  the  months  since  half  the  nation  came  back  from  the  void,  everyone  it  seems  except  vision.  it’s  a  cough  that  brings  her  out  of  everything,  boomeranging  her  back  into  the  moment,  and  as  if  a  computer  itself  who  has  been  rebooted  after  a  bug  has  destroyed  its  system,  there’s  no  traces  of  grief  displayed  on  her  features.  just  a  cheeky  smile.  "you  know  i  can  be  doing  more  than  this  right?  surely  there’s  some  witches  to  be  trained."  even  that  sentence  itself  triggers  the  passing  of  tony  stark,  another  hero  lost  at  war.  "one’s  telepathic  mind  to  be  perfected,"  and  she  walks  towards  him  then,  forgetting  about  the  paperwork  creased  in  her  arms.  

#immorethanasymbol #c: wanda maximoff

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#the song that inspired my url #i'm going to watch pll's original sin and see if i'm in a writing mood after that #playlist

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Gossip Girl (2007 - 2012) 2.20 Remains of the J

#c: blair waldorf #ship: chair

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#stephen’s a better person than me bc if she looked at me like that i would let her wreak havoc on the entire multiverse no questions asked

Elizabeth Olsen as WANDA MAXIMOFF Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness | dir. Sam Raimi (2022)

#c: wanda maximoff

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Hello, I’m Rachel, 27, operating from a gmt time zone! I’ve been in groups during recent times, and played Elena Gilbert throughout my high school era, but with limited time on my hands as I work as a journalist yet still a need for collaborative writing, I’ve decided to start up an indie multi-muse blog. Oh, and my little oc mascot is Miss Swift, aka my favourite writer, with my love starting for her since I was twelve... there she is now!

The characters I’ll be writing for can be found here, header here, and icon here. Please keep in mind that I care more about your quality of writing than the sort of graphics that you use or your writing format! So, with that in mind, mine won't be at all fancy. I only like my dashboard to be filled with mutuals, so if we’re not doing so by a week’s time, then I will be unfollowing. If I do end up following you again, I’m sorry! I’m rather forgetful, and it’s NOT a sign of me trying to persist through but that I simply don’t remember following the first time.