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Welp, it's been fun on here folks but I'm gonna go start over muse blog wise and keep this as an archive. Most of you have me on skype or know of my other blogs (in case you don't, they're fallenxmorningxstar and fireairandseduction) if you wanna know the new muse blog address.

See ya.

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Gonna mentioned I can be found here and now also here. One is an indie oc rp blog and the other is a multi-muse oc blog. Check them out!

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-- Hiatus --

After thinking about it, I'm putting this blog on an indefinite Hiatus. 

If you want to bug me at all, I'm RPing over here: http://fallenxmorningxstar.tumblr.com/

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Tay's multi-muse Original Character blog. Sidebar art by myself, character is Amisi. (Temporary...

So instead of having my muse blog explode with OCs, I decided to give these guys their own multi-muse. Any threads I have with my OCs over here will carry over onto the one being linked to. Transferring profiles over will happen within the next few days.

Feel free to follow the blog!!!!

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"Yes, we shall." And so they walk. "I haven't decided what to get him yet, though," Zane starts, "I... freaked out at him last night because--" He stops, frowning. How was he going to explain why he freaked out to her? "He... said a few things that set me off, even if he was right in the end. Which is why I want to make it up to him."

He'll look at the buildings they walk by before turning and smiling at her, "Tell me about yourself. What do you do?"

"Sure," she’d respond. "I don’t see why not." She could use some company. "There’s a store just a few blocks down. We can part ways there." A smile.  Truth was, she was feeling kind of awkward. She had just bumped into someone by accident (which happened every now and again) but as she gazed at him now she realised she couldn’t remember his name. Her memory was terrible and, while he hadn’t offered it at all, she had come to conclude she’d forgotten it. No matter. She’d find a way to ask him later on.  "Shall we?" she said. 

#muse: Zane #heartxdesire

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Zane smiles a bit at her before swooping his hand under the bags handle, so he can hold it with his arm instead of his hand right now. "Henrietta," he repeats the name to himself, as it isn't a name he has heard before. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Henrietta," he says with both a charming smile and tone that he hasn't caught himself using.

"I was going to visit a friend, actually," he says. With a head tilt he adds, "In fact, I was thinking about whether or not to pick up some food for him and I when you bumped into me..." What he doesn't mention is that he was going to attempt to persuade said friend into forgiving him for his freak out the night before with food. A little manipulation, he admits, but it'd work.

"I guess we're out for the same thing, then," he says with a light laugh before turning. "Why don't we walk together? After all, you did bump into me." He says with the same coyness he had earlier, though this time he doesn't seem panicked about it. He seems relaxed with it... how strange.

Henrietta’s babbling would cease the second she saw the books. One of her biggest worries had been that she’d ruined them and upon being shown that she hadn’t, she felt she could relax. Zane seemed to have had a bit of a friendly approach, too, though she wasn’t going to explain her inability to pay for the books’ cost if any of them had been ruined. She had long since forgotten was it was like to have money to her expense and while she was in the process of looking for a part-time job she couldn’t help but think of how hard it would be to support both her mother and herself on that income alone. 

Pushing those thoughts aside, she’d look up at him. Zane was quite a dazzling fellow. It was Zane, right? She’d curse her luck again. While she’d been paying attention to what he’d been saying she had already forgotten whether or not that was his name. “Zane?” she’d try, wanting to sound as certain as possible. “I’m Henrietta,” she’d add, extending a hand so that she could shake his own. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” There would be a moment’s pause. “I was headed to get some shopping done, actually.” "What about you? Nothing too important, I hope." Were it to have been important, chances are she’d had him running late. 

#muse: Zane #heartxdesire

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Zane looks down at her, "It's... alright," he says with some uncertainty. All she did was bump into him... there's no need for the reaction she's having right now. "It's fine," he says with a bit more certainty and adds a smile to it, hoping it will calm her down a bit. Zane picks up the bag of books that fell and pulls out one, showing it to her. It's in good shape and not damaged. His smile widens, "See? No damage done. They're in perfectly good shape."

He slips in back into the bag and looks at her with a curious expression. "Where were you heading? It would have to be important to not watch where you were going..." Zane says with faint sarcasm, his expression almost coy. His eyes widen when he realizes what he said and it almost looks like he's panicking. "Ah, sorry! Sorry... that slipped out. I've been trying to hold it back, but it's... been... getting hard to..." He looks down, realizing he might start sounding like a mad man if he continues on like he is.

Zane extends his hand to her, "Let's forget all that. My name is Zane, what's yours?"

"Oh God, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking and—-" babbled the girl frantically.

#muse: Zane #WHOOPS THIS SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN AS LONG AS IT IS #I'M SORRY #heartxdesire

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Yes hello I am alive and around, I have just been takng a break from the rp world for a bit.

I have added an OC to the muse list. Gonna make a starter for him sometime soon here.

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teenbara started following you

A certain Trickster will wonder how this unfortunate soul wounded up here, in front of him.

"Hello."

#muse: Loki #teenbara

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Libero frowns at him. "You were the one who invaded my personal space." What did you expect him to do? Just take it? Not gonna happen. "Rather hard to give someone the cold shoulder when that happens."

In a bit of a huff, he'll pick up another book and proceed to crack it open, but pauses as he considers something else instead. He looks up at Belial and then back down at the book, before putting it back down and getting up with a sigh.

"But you're right, I am terrible at it." He says, sounding dangerously composed all of the sudden. He'll walk over to the right side of the room and pick up a pillow, giving Belial one deep glare before tossing it straight at his face. It's not a very soft pillow, either.

Belial smirks. Yup, he feels pretty achieved. This is what this is all about, after all: getting Libero to speak. The second he did, he let go and stood up. “And he speaks,” he muses. How he managed to regain his composure in seconds only Heaven knows. “You’re terrible at giving people cold shoulders. Live with it.”

#muse: Libero #.Belial #themuseboxofchaos

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This is clearly not working as planned... in fact, it's probably making it worst. "Stop it," he says, quite annoyed. He'll try to squirm his way out of Belial's grip while clearly pushing him away as well, "Let go, Belial."

Yes, but Belial isn’t moving. He merely winces when he’s flicked and proceeds to flop on Libero so that his shoulder is being used as a pillow. He wraps his arms around his waist, slim digits caressing his sides as he snuggles. He doesn’t say much this time, though. He just lets his actions speak for him. 

#muse: Libero #.Belial #themuseboxofchaos #Belial won this round

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Libero will give him the most unimpressed expression in the world. It's essentially him saying 'You dick, did you really just do that?'. Like, really? Belial never makes this easy for him, does he? No, he never does. Why did he expect him to make it easy for him after all these years?

He'll flick Belial on the forehead in an attempt to tell him to get off his lap and that he hates every fiber of his being right now.

Okay, alright. Belial gets the picture. He finds it adorable. So watch him as he nicks the book and just plants himself on Libero’s lap and nuzzles him more. He’s purposefully doing this, by the way. He isn’t always this cute. "You know you love me," purrs the demon.

#muse: Libero #.Belial #themuseboxofchaos #You're gonna have to try harder Belial he's not going to let up

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Libero seems to glance over at Belial before looking away from him, returning to the land of books. Nope, he definitely isn't going to respond nor does he have any intentions to whatsoever.

He knows exactly what Belial is trying to do when he nuzzles him and he's not going to let him have the satisfaction of getting him to speak. Libero will make this point quite obvious when he turns a page in one of his many books, letting the silent treatment grow worst.

In a very lavish room, sits a Libero whom seems to be buried in some books. Do you dare to interrupt him?

#muse: Libero #.Belial #themuseboxofchaos

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In a very lavish room, sits a Libero whom seems to be buried in some books. Do you dare to interrupt him?

#muse: Libero #open

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What's...

What's with everyone wanting to tear each other apart.

She's not even sure he'd succeed well with such a tall man.

#muse: Jolyne Cujoh #dashboard musings #i'm so sorry

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Cue an utterly confused look. "Chii?" She repeats quietly to herself. "I don't know you either. My name is Jolyne." She points to herself. "Where are you from, Chii?"

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Chii wondered off through the streets, Taking in all the sights around her. Though every now and then she would stop, She would stop and point at things. She would state what the things were before going back to walking again. There weren’t that many people around, So when Chii did see someone she would walk over to them. “Chii does not know this person”

#muse: Jolyne Cujoh #.Chii

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