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Me: Oh I'm getting so much done today! I've been up and working since 8:30 am!

Me: Remembering to count how many threads I've actually done.

Threads: 3

Me:

#ooc

[cupcakesmuses]

It's the very last button on your Blog Settings.

Hey be sure to go to your blog settings, head down to visibility and turn on this little button that prevents Tumblr from stealing your posts and using it to train AI learning models. Good job, fuckheads, great update.

#psa

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Not me making another Fallout blog...

(Massive WIP, general rules are on this blog here and a list of even more muses)

@goseesunnysmiles

#fallout rp #fallout nv rp #fallout new vegas rp #promos

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All things must pass

                              None of life’s strings can last

So, I must be on my way

                                  And face another day

Indie Critical Role RP blog feat. Dorian Storm, Orym, and Fresh Cut Grass of EXU and Campaign 3

Penned by Lara, follows back from CupcakesMuses

OC friendly, non-selective. TAZ and Acq Inc knowledgeable.

#promos

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a turning point | post s1 willow rp | graydon + open

Graydon walked into the ruins of the Tanthalos kingdom, Elora’s hand in his own gripping tightly. He thought of Kit, Jade, even Arik, who had been rather kind to him on their first meeting. A guy worth saving, if not for Kit and Elora, than because he seemed to be a genuinely good guy.

But now, seeing his old friends… after everything had happened. After the end of the world, seemingly… He saw Elora, across the room, not beside him.

Her hand in Arik’s.

Jealously wasn’t even remotely close to what was passing in his mind. It was betrayal. From all sides.

“I thought you were dead. All of you.” Graydon felt himself saying. His breath caught in his throat. This Elora had long hair, tied back in a braid. Arik and Kit’s hair had grown longer. Boorman, Jade, Scorpia, Willow, Mims… even Queen Sorcha, they were all here.

No one had bothered to come for him.

He looked to his Elora, who’s dark leathers and short red hair faded away into …her. The girl who had greeted them with Arik. The Crone. The rest of her illusions remained, every step he walked with her, she changed the scenery. He wouldn’t know reality if it came up and slapped him in the face.

“I wanted to spare you the pain. I’m sorry, Graydon. But I did need you… You are the true Harbinger. You were born for greatness.” Her dark eyes looked sympathetic, a far look from the stoic sad look of his Elora he’d come to accept. Gods… he’d kissed her. He’d made love to her… He had no idea how long he’d been with her. Felt like months… Maybe a year or more. All the fighting, the training, readying for war…

Against his friends.

A shiver ran up his spine. A tear fell down his cheek.

#still open threads #Never forgiving Disney for cancelling this incredible show

[cupcakesmuses]

"We-- everyone... Eddie!"

Steve isn't really a hugger. He doesn't even remember a single instance when his father ever hugged him. He even felt more comfortable kissing Nancy than hugging her. But he feels a sudden instinct to hug the other boy. But he doesn't. Because he's seen enough and fought enough and been through enough... especially now.

Maybe it isn't Eddie. Thank god Dustin isn't around. The kid is starting to emulate Eddie, growing his hair out, only ever wearing that Hellfire shirt. Steve can't blame him. He's grieving. Eddie was special. Eddie got Dustin in ways Steve just couldn't.

Steve take a deep breath, his body language changes, more tense and on alert. Shock, and even elation, turn darker, more suspicious.

"We thought you were dead." He swallows hard, setting his jaw. "What happened?"

“I’ll be damned. Long time, no see.”

#stranger things rp #steve harrington thread #hellfireheathen #steve is an unofficial muse here. my bff started us watching stranger things again soooo i hope this is ok?

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A Little Madness | Lone Centurion!Rory + open

“I think we all can be in danger of going a little mad, if we’re not careful… But maybe it’s needed. A little madness every now and then to keep sane.”

[cupcakesmuses]

@koschei-taylor

#john bishop #fc dan #dan photos

[cupcakesmuses]

Links are in my pinned post!

Verses Cheat Sheet Modern/Historical/Dr Who - Almost-immortal servant of Gaia Star Wars - Ex-soldier turned crook Star Trek - Marine turned engineer Final Fantasy VII - Archivist and seeker of Ancients Tolkien - Healer and messenger Witcher - Sailor and security guard Dune - Warrior of House Ecaz Fury Road - Recluse and hoarder of old tech

#promos for pals

[cupcakesmuses]

Send me a number and I’ll open my icon folder and write up a starter with that icon.

#rp memes #queued

[cupcakesmuses]

All things must pass

                              None of life’s strings can last

So, I must be on my way

                                  And face another day

Indie Critical Role RP blog feat. Dorian Storm, Orym, and Fresh Cut Grass of EXU and Campaign 3

Penned by Lara, follows back from CupcakesMuses

OC friendly, non-selective. TAZ and Acq Inc knowledgeable.

#promos #i did it! it me

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source

#gem aesthetic

[cupcakesmuses]

I cannot wait for this movie. And I’m gonna cry all the way thru, just like I cry during “Hey Jude” for Paul McCartney concerts.

I AM SO MOVED

(But damn that missing bass line for Hold Your Hand!!!! I hope he remembered to add it in later…)

#yesterday #himesh patel #fc alastaire #alastaire vids

[cupcakesmuses]

Hi! We haven't interacted in awhile bc of fluctuating muses on both sides, but I just wanted to let you know that I still think your writing is wonderful and I hope you have a great year💕

AW GEE THANKS ANON!

I hate being like "Oh it hasn't been that long and then looking at a muse and realize 6 months have gone by without replying to stuff." I hates it. But real life be in the way.

Thank you for your kind words <3

#ooc

[cupcakesmuses]

"You're safe now, River. Mum and Dad are here--" Amy started, standing as the Doctor did. Both Amy and Rory moved forward quickly to help steady her as she swayed on her feet.

"Let's just take it easy... Maybe sit back down until you feel less dizzy?" Rory moved the wheelchair closer and eased her back into the chair. The elevator doors dinged and opened, an even more elderly couple waiting with a little dog to board.

Amy gave a surprised laugh, as if nothing were wrong, being startled by the doors. She placed herself in front of The Doctor as Rory wheeled her out of the elevator and out of the way.

"Good evening, Mr and Mrs Marcini. Taking Winnifred out for her walk?"

"Is she alright?" Mrs. Marcini craned her neck around Amy and gave an obvious disapproving look to the Doctor's choice in clothing.

"She's had a dizzy spell. Fainted downstairs," Rory spoke as casually as she could. "This is my sister. Agatha."

"I thought Agatha was your mother's name." Mr. Marcini said. Well, hell. That man remembered everything. And he was their neighbor, who took it upon themselves to 'take the new young foreign couple under their wing' when they had first moved in. They disapproved of Amy's lack of cooking skills, her own clothing choices, most of her manners and opinions... and the way Rory 'let her' or 'get away with' all of these things.

"It is." Rory double downed, "A maternal junior. Much more common in England. Good night!" Rory smiled and promptly ushered the poor Doctor down the hall. Amy gave the overweight dog a pat on the head (or she'd get the cold shoulder and whispered about by Edna Marcini for weeks at the supper club) before catching up with Rory and scrambling for the keys in her purse to unlock the door.

The apartment was well lived in and well loved. They'd been here almost 30 years. Anthony had grown up here. There were pictures of him through out the years framed on the wall, candid shots, goofy photos, posed portraits from department store cameramen with his parents. Papers littered the coffee table in the living room, a newspaper on top. There was a sizable TV for the period, a whole 18 inches of screen with a handsome wooden encasement. A burgundy and brown patterned sofa and a lush forest green carpet in the living room with sage green textured wall paper. The kitchen attached was open and painted a slightly lighter shade of green, giving the room a bigger feel with mahogany wood trim.

"Welcome home, River..." Amy couldn't help herself, looking around the apartment before looking tearfully to the Doctor as Rory shut the door behind them. Anthony would be home from drama club shortly, as they'd been planning catching the Beatles on Ed Sullivan since their announcement in coming to America.

The Doctor started to come around a bit more. There must have been a bang to the head or something because she didn't recognize the woman in front of her. She looked at her, confused. And why was she calling her River. Come to think of it, who was she? Why couldn't she remember who she? Why couldn't she remember her own name.

The Doctor then felt the squeeze of her shoulder again and then a kiss on her head and realized that there was someone behind her. She looked around to see who it was. Once again, another face she didn't recognize. There wasn't a look of recognition on her face, more one of confusion.

"What is going on? Where am I?" The Doctor said. She looked between the two of them and got out of the wheelchair, soon regretting it as she started to sway a little.

#mistaken identity: 13th doctor

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"It's not fair." Timon said, walking Lyria out of the tent, his voice tight with emotion himself. They were both covered in blood up to their elbows nearly and he knew from experience, even once getting clean and changing clothes, the reality of losing this many people... It would never go away.

They had done a lot of good, but there were a good amount of graves to be dug. And soon enough, the survivors would come to the healers of faith for guidance and solace. Neither he nor Lyria were quite ready for that.

"It's never fair, attacks like this." He took a deep breath, pointing over to the rack of weapons at the training ground ahead. A few of the guards and a handful of clerics had the same idea as Timon. One of the more elderly human matrons was currently taking her anger out on a straw dummy with a morning star. Two guards were sparring, but mostly just striking each other's swords as hard as they could.

"Let's fuck shit up."

@cupcakesmuses asked: “ let’s go smash some stuff until you’re ready to talk, okay? “ - Timon to Lyria

Lyria was not an angry person, not normally. The healing cleric was known for kindness and softness, but right now she felt like a tangled mess of angry and hurt. She didn't think she could talk so she only nodded a bit, a shuddering breath leaving her lungs.

#proelioprocusi #proelio-procusi #timon thread #angry and hurt: lyria

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"Drink first." Lydia said without missing a beat. The fact that he was buying her another... Well, he didn't come off as some more annoying folks, the losers that occasionally tired picking her up to very limited success.

He smiled like Julie, the kind that said 'I only want to help, please let me.' It was awful. And Lydia missed the hell out of it. She was too quick to dismiss people. And even slower to admit that she wanted people around. She was a loner... except when she missed being looked up to or depended on. When she missed her sister. However jealous she was and however infuriating Julie's perfect life was turning out...

There was a letter under Lydia's glass, being used as a coaster. Julie's wedding invitation, actually. She was marrying a respected shop keeper, the very one who's shop was right next to her successful bakery.

@cupcakesmuses wrote (x)

"Well, I don't know about that, but I figured I should not get too ambitious on my first interview", Lux gave back with an unshakable smile. It was the kind of smile that projected sympathy, rather than ignorance - a sensitive difference Lux had learnt the hard way some years ago, and which he had spent hours practicing to never confuse again. Outshining someone's darkness would only serve to make him glow, but rarely spark a light within them, let alone the desire to kindle it. Some had accused him of trying too hard... an observation that only proved that he still wasn't trying hard enough, in his opinion. Smooth and easy, smooth and easy.

With a quick glance at the drink before her, Lux slid onto the nearest bar stool.

"Fair enough", he declared, before waving at the barmaid, "another one for her, please! And a small beer for me, if you'd be so kind!" The woman behind the counter returned his wave, and Lux returned his attention to the scowl sitting next to him.

"The name is Lux, by the way. Ready to hear my suggestions, or do you want your drink first?"

#cheering you up: lux #Oops it's actually Julie not Julia haha. She's my BFF's character to go along with Lydia whom we've never had a chance to play