hello,
if you’re interested...
new blog found here
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if i see you over there, thank you very much <3
if i don’t and this is where we part ways, i wish you the best and hope you will have good days and the good things you deserve always <3
just a PSA:
These muses will not be present on the new blog, I have decided to retire them:
Adam McMillan
Casper Keath
Luci Brooks
These muses I have yet to decide if they will be retired or be put in time out indefinitely (with the chance that they may return):
Austin Greenfields
Jade Willows/Darkcaster
Dario Hernandez
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i’m still not feeling the drive to write, but i am gonna dick around on my blog, make some aesthetic changes maybe, and fight with myself whether or not i really wanna change up my muse roster (retiring some and hiring new) as well as scrapping this entire blog together and start anew.
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I feel like utter crap today...
Writing may not happen...
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well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions
independent. private. highly selective. fandomless oc.
please read google doc before interacting
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Y'all are beautiful and I love you ♥️
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@trageadies liked for a starter
"C’mon, Isaac, c’mon! Hit ‘em hard!”
The shouting of his friend and manager Jerry Nevans would’ve been drowned out by the roaring of the crowd around them if not for his enhanced keen hearing. A bit of blood trickled down the side of his face from his left eyebrow, skin broken from the surprising right hook his opponent managed to land just a few short minutes ago. The other male standing across from him, fists up and clenched, was not human - otherwise his punches wouldn’t have hurt Isaac as much as they did. But the wolf’s confidence hadn’t waned for a second since the fight started. He’d emerge from this the victor, no matter the cost.
“Bob and weave, Isaac! Bob and weave! C’mon, knock his ass out!”
Which is exactly what he did. Isaac pounced first, bare fists swinging strategically wild, his opponent unable to block and dodge every single punch he threw which nearly knocked him off balance - giving Isaac an opportunity to land a critical blow. The wolf’s fist connected with the temple of his inhuman opponent, dazing the man and sending him off of his feet to the ground - unconscious.
The crowd roared - some with cheers, others with boos as Isaac was declared the winner, his arms raised victoriously. After collecting the cash prize - a collective pot of 2300$ - the wolf grabbed a celebratory beer with Jerry before exiting the bar entirely. Passersby from the bar congratulated him as he left, some telling him that they were glad they came to the fight after hearing about it - the word spread around the city, though carefully as it hadn’t entirely been...legal. As Isaac walked out of the bar, Jerry beside him counting his half of the cash and already informing him of the next fight he was booked in, the wolf’s eyes caught a familiar face.
The woman with long dark hair and darker eyes to match - eyes that, quite frankly, he would never forget - stood near the car he’d been renting since first coming to Boston. Lips curled in a smirk. He told Jerry to wait behind for a moment before strolling up to her. His keen senses didn’t catch the shift in her scent at first, blood and sweat from himself and his opponent clogging up his nose.
“Well, well, didn’t think I’d see your pretty face again,” he said, the smirk widening. “Can’t say I’m not happy about it though. What brings you around here, darlin’?”
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❝ WARRIORS OF VALHALLA ! heed my call! the demons’ infernal machinery above the city beckons. shall we live forever? rise up, you great hearts! DRAW YOUR WEAPONS! AND FOLLOW ME INTO HEL! ❞ ⚔ LADY SIF. ft. at immortalwords
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Suspect:
@melsworldofmuses said: ❛❛ freeze! police! put your hands where i can see ‘em!
crime starters
he should’ve been more careful. he had been assured that the alarms were disabled but he should’ve triple-checked them himself. but he didn’t and the moment he heard the door behind him swing open, he knew he had been caught. the safe in front of him is almost opened; he had felt the lock just about to give when he was interrupted. he stopped and glanced over his shoulders, seeing a cop behind him. fuck. he drops the lockpick and raises his hands up, eyes already scanning the room for an escape. there was a window to his left, a door behind him (though whether it was just a closet or if it led to an escape, he wasn’t sure), and the door behind the cop. he didn’t really have many options, it would seem. he’d have to see how things went.
his eyes go back to the cop, holding her gaze with his hands by his head. he had his gun in his waistband, if things escalated. he only hoped it wouldn’t. he was a criminal, a terrorist, but he didn’t want to be a murderer. he didn’t pull the trigger on anybody; anyone who died during a heist was a victim by association, whether it was from destruction or an explosion or caught in the crossfire with law enforcement. he wasn’t innocent, of course, but he didn’t want to watch someone die in front of him like that. he could justify a lot of the stuff he did, but nothing like that.
She had already been on edge tonight with the official ruling by her superiors that the homicide case she had been working on for months was determined to have gone cold, meaning that Kimberly had no choice but to step away from the case. It always hurt when that happened, but the detective took this one more personally than others because of a promise she made to the victim’s daughter, a little girl no older than ten years old - the same age she had been when her own mother was murdered.
She decided to go out for a long drive to clear her head, purging her racing thoughts from cycling through every single piece of evidence and clues and leads that they collected in the hopes of finding something they might have missed by focusing on the road, the darkening colors above and around as night began to fall. But during this drive, her police-issued radio suddenly sputtered followed by the voice of the police dispatcher informing all officers who were listening of a potential break-in and robbery happening currently - the location was one Kimberly recognized as she was not too far from there now.
She stepped on the gas and drove her 67′ Chevy Impala vehicle to the location, drawing her gun as soon as she stepped out from her car. In the back of her mind, she knew she should’ve waited for the back-up that signaled they were also on route, but Kimberly’s instincts told her that time was of the essence.
She entered the building, quietly and cautiously, and found what she was willing to bet was the perpetrator, but one could never be too careful even when apparently catching someone red handed. She kept a steady aim on her gun in one hand, a flashlight also trained on the man in the other; he appeared to be in his early to mid 20s, light brown hair, a stature of approximately 6′0″ - details she memorized in the event she needed to put out an APB in case he decided to run.
“If you have a weapon on your person, toss it aside,” she demanded, keeping her eyes sharply fixed on him. “Do it slowly - one wrong move and I won’t hesitate to shoot you.” To incapacitate, of course, she rarely aimed to kill unless it was to defend a life - her own or somebody else’s (but more somebody else’s for the most part). “What do you think you’re doing, hm?”
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY! *cue candles and cake appearing as well as confetti* Wishing you all the best on your special day <3 <3 <3
Birthday Shenanigans For…OH, WAIT IT ME!!
THANK YOU, LOVELY!!!
You’re such a sweetheart and I love you!
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HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I LOVE AND ADORE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK, AND I CANT BELIEVE WE'VE BEEN FRIENDS FOR TEN YEARS. YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING GOOD IN THIS WORLD AND IM SO GLAD WE GOT TO HANG OUT FOR MY BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY. IF I WASNT WORKING WE WOULD HANG OUT AGAIN TODAY. I LOVE YOU FOR ALL OF ETERNITY. 🥰😍❣️💋
Birthday Shenanigans For…OH, WAIT IT ME!!
*CRIES*
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH PAIGE
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You guys are amazing ♥️
I love you all ❤
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Lets Play A Game of This or That
My muse has to pick one or the other. They have to pick one. Not Both or Neither.
Cats or Dogs
Carnivores or Herbivores
Monochrome or Colourful
Liberal or Conservative
Lawful or Chaotic
Sweet or Sour
Heroes or Villains
Books or Movie
Spicy or Mild
Endurance or Sprinter
Quality or Quantity
Perfectionism or Efficiency
Hot or Cold
Night or Day
Sunset or Sunrise
Vacation or Staycation
Logic or Emotion
Angels or Demons
Ghosts or Aliens
Past or Future
Abandoned Places or Crowded Spaces
Walk or Drive
Left side of the Bed or Right
Coffee or Tea
Knives or Guns
Pirates or Ninjas
Vikings or Knights
RomCom or Horror
Date Night or Friends Night
Hook up or Relationship
Clean or Messy
Writing or Typing
Indoors or Outdoors
Spring or Autumn
Doctor or Dentist
Fly or Drive
Silence or Ambiance
Subtle or Blunt
Plans or Surprises
Dad Jokes or Dark Jokes
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THE HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TO A LOVELY PERSON (AKA YOU), I hope you have a very nice day; thank you for being YOU, wishing you the best today and always!!! 🎉🎁🎂🎈
Birthday Shenanigans For...OH, WAIT IT ME!!
AWWWWW, LOVELY!!!!
Thank you so much for the kind words and wishes
I LOVE YOU xINFINITY BBY
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me reading more about Enneagram type 2 The Helper for Kim
Information
Basic Fear: Of being unwanted, unworthy of being loved
Basic Desire: To feel loved
Key Motivations: Want to be loved, to express their feelings for others, to be needed and appreciated, to get others to respond to them, to vindicate their claims about themselves.
me: *SCREAMS AT THE ACCURACY*
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Headcanons: Kimberly Mason
Thanks to @ghostofaformerself, I have discovered that for Kimberly, her:
Myers-Briggs is ISFJ [Introversion Sensing Feeling Judging]
and
Enneagram is 2. The Helper
(I also love how we both immediately thought of Kole as she was reading The Enthusiast description :P either you read my mind, you know my muses well, or both [it’s the second but also both. both is good XD)
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👀👀👀
Dear new mutuals (and long time mutuals, let’s be honest),
I, your resident trash panda with cats for mun fc, would like to say thank you for following me and giving me and my buttheads a chance and a part of your time.
Please note that I am as shy and terrified af and I apologize that/if I do not approach you first (but trust me, I’m just sitting here trying to work up the courage cause i can’t talk to people oop but i’ll get the hang of it....eventually).
Really, though, thank you very much for following me and I honestly am excited to write/have the potential of writing with you!
also I’m slow as a rock I’m sorry
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