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if people wish to talk ow or ow rp i tend to do it a lot more on discord,

tfw the overwatch brainworms have infested the mind-

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tfw the overwatch brainworms have infested the mind-

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"I wouldn't offer if it wasn't alright lass, besides I'll be holding the reigns at your side."

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" O-Oh? Would that be alright? I haven't ridden a horse since I was a girl. "

#🎃life begins and ends but never fails [rowan main verse] #teartoshed #HONSE TIME HONSE TIME

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statistical character personality test. take the linked quiz from the perspective of your character, then select 5 - 10 results from the complete matches list that you feel resonate with your character the most.

Dr. Arden Rook 1. Kaz Brekker (Shadow and Bone) 87% 2. Silco (Arcane) 85%

3. Dr Hannibal Lecter (The Silence of the Lambs) 81%

4. Magneto (The X Men) 80% 5. Viktor (Arcane) 76%

tagged by: @dimitresca

tagging: @parasadist, @sparkadream, @multiicolor, @arcencielreve, @fearbend, @spiderscorned, @deathxdefied

#🧪dr rook [headcanons]

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                                                       𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡  𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡…  𝑜𝑛𝑒  ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟  𝑜𝑢𝑡  𝑜𝑓  𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐃   :   an  independent  and  selective  𝐀𝐙𝐔����𝐀  from  avatar  :  the  last  airbender.  est.  september  2021.  moderate  to  low  activity.  cross-over  &  oc  friendly.  as  penned  by  denise  (25,  she/her,  gmt).  ©

#|hey check this shit out!| [promo] #VERY GOOD AZULA ROLEPLAYER #GIVE THE FOLLOW

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hello, my old heart - how have you been? are you still there inside my chest? i've been so worried , you've been so still ... ( barely beating at all. )

indie. highly selective. emily from the corpse bride. necromanced by mint. personal blogs dni.

#|hey check this shit out!| [promo] #BARKING BARKING BARKING LOOK AT MINTS NEW BLOG

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Her eyes trailed up lazily from the holo-pad boring deep into the Frenchwoman as if assessing her condition. Her gaze filled with a morbid curiosity, a dangerous thing when it came to Dr O'Deorain.

"It is only natural that the mind wanders, it ruminates, it ponders a great many things. Do you not think of the hunt or your missions?" Moira probed casually tapping her nails against the table as her eyes fell back to her holopad her smirk ever present on her face. "I'm sure Akande will give you a mission with adequate agents." Moira assured. "He is very much on base, perhaps you will be given your orders soon. Akande has been very instant on a hand picked team for our latest excursions... I have no doubt you will find yourself on such a team. Perhaps we will work alongside one another." The geneticist added after palpable silence. "I would love to see your work up close. There are always improvements to be made."

“I do not need to busy my mind with such things - so long as I work with actually competent agents, things will go smoothly as usual,” she’d reply easily.

God, this woman was such an absolute piece of work - funny coming from her.

Every time that woman referred to her with that name - Lacroix - it felt on purpose. It wasn’t a matter of respect, no, far from it. If anything, Widow thought it to be a piercing reminder of the very thing that gave her the first rush she’s felt since her kidnapping. A way of subtle torture toward the self made widow. Her sadism never rests, it would seem.

“No, he hasn’t. I haven’t seen him recently - I assumed he was on a mission.” Or taking Sombra out back and putting her down. But, ah, that’s wishful thinking. “I have been given no orders as of late.”

#test muse: moira o'deorain #deathxdefied - widowmaker #deathxdefied

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"Sorry to disappoint." The detective shrugged with a flick of spectral ashes. "I'm guessing you have some abilities that let you mess around with folks, possession, mind control or somethin'?" Ronan spit-balled as he glanced around the school curiously.

It wasn't a stretch of the imagination that he ended up far from Salem, hell Ronan didn't even believe in ghosts until he became one, but there was something off about the person across from him. Something about this person was familiar to him, as if he had seen or heard of a person like him before.

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Ronan raised an etherial brow. A real horseman then… like the stories out of Sleepy Hollow, the detective didn’t know why that surprised him considering he, himself was a ghost. Ronan would take a drag from a spectral cigarette and looked around a little more.

“What is going with this place then? Seems like you have some level of paranormal activity going on around here.”

"Weellll yeah, I did say that there were demons and other ghosts around didn't I?" Saul reminded with a small huff as though the answer to the question had been as perfectly obvious as that. "We're allowed out at night and have all the fun we want with whatever stragglers we might come across too."

Another huff leaves the witch then as brows furrow in annoyance while arms cross over one another. "Though just my luck I run into a stray ghost over someone who I can actually play with."

#🔍 a spectral detective [ronan main verse] #noctechoro saul

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Azazel's held a dangerously playful glint. "See now that's the problem here, you are focused on what my mother would do in this situation." The demi-god noted. "Besides I don't have all of my powers just yet so my games have to have limits, wouldn't be fair if I could steamroll people now."

Inspecting his nails, the demi god sighed. "You ever think my games on face value are meant to sound boring, people underestimate them and then the real games begin"

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“A shame, I do love a good game.” Azazel sighed dreamily. “But what gives? All gamed out suddenly?”

“More like, said game just sounds boring as hell so my interest in it has been lost.” The half-mer notes with a shrug, arms crossing over one another as well. It’s quite the challenge to keep his interest in well, anything really, especially when there’s nothing for him to benefit from cause of it. “Here I’d have thought that a demi-god of your heritage would be able to come up with something better than that.”

#🏺ever after sigh [azazel main verse] #noctechoro sanya

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The poet offered more than just a toothy grin and offered the stranger his clawed hand to shake. "Why yes! It is a school that accumulates generations of fabled heroes and wicked villains in order to rekindle and rebirth the tales we love so dear!" Malory's tail flicked to punctuate each word as he gestured to the grand castle in the distance.

"I myself attend the school! After Wonderland High was unable to take students myself and a few others began attending and well we're still writing our chapters to come!"

The stranger's odd appearance didn't seem to phase her much. Considering she lived in a land where all sorts of creatures lived, it was really no surprise. Though what did seem to get her was the mention of where she was. It didn't sound familiar, at all so she couldn't help wonder how she'd ended up here.

"Ever After...High?" She muses glancing around the area again before looking back to the other. "Sooo...this is a school of some kind?" A very interesting school if that were the case if the one she was speaking to was in fact one of the ones who attended.

#🪶jabber jabber jabber [malory main verse] #drcamlight

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The thunderous footsteps heralded a chance of a storm, one Mebh had only witnessed from the safety of the cobbled kitchen, staying far from the ladies' wrath was the best way to survive. Out of sight out of mind, at least in theory.

Mebh hadn't known about Lady Daniela fighting her beloved hunter. She hadn't seen the gnashing of teeth and the venom that was spat. It was almost touching the level her huntress would go to defend her, yet Mebh was no fool. There was only so much Cassandra was willing to defend and family meant more than a warm bed after all.

So when the thunder came to a halt, the hunter knew she was facing the eye of the storm. For once in her life she was as helpless as the prey she used to stalk, it was hard to control the instinct to shake her hands in terror. Her fingers set a plate down deftly and dried her hands upon completing the task.

Mebh let out an uneasy breath, wondering if she were even permitted to breath around the Matriarch of the castle.

Then the little light in the kitchen from a lamp was smothered in the sheer magnitude of the Lady's shadow and then the scoff. The hunter turned on her heels, her hands clasped in front of her and she gave a small bow of her head, acknowledging her place. It was humiliating being declawed in the way she was.

Her voice steeled and managed to conceal any hint of fear.

"I can only offer my apologies my lady."

Girls are a poisoned breed. Few would admit they ever thought this way, but one need only cast a lazy glance around the world,  in the opinion of the great Lady Dimitrescu,  to see it brimming with women afraid of themselves, and always battling for control of their own nature: control of their temper, their appetites, their time, their desires. All threatening to spiral, and ruin them. One need only talk to any given man for mere minutes before seeing he wished the locking away of a girl’s nature, like he wanted a tiger, caged.  Her girls were different, of course. They were worse. Much worse. This was a thing she loved in them. It was needed for her girls to have tempers, appetites, times, and desires as black as coal and twice as incendiary. But just as a woman with viciously effective guard dogs needed them still to come to heel, so too did the Dimitrescu Matriarch have an issue to resolve.  To call the girl in question an issue seemed a joke, if you asked her. A fight? Between Cassandra and Daniela? Over this little thing? Red-haired, scarred, and subjugated, she looked every inch a stray cat that had meowed toward the hearth of this Castle for scraps of pork and the ends of milk. The sound of heels on marble echoes, until everything came to a certain and dangerous stop. The shadow of the owner of this maid loomed large. Dangerous seconds slipped by. The Lady’s expression is shielded by the shadow of her hat — two glinting eyes sparkle, a haughty chin juts out. That was all that was readable. That, and the hands placed on the lofty lady’s hips. “So you’re the morsel that’s got my daughters in a frenzy.”  A cold scoff forced out of her mouth. The words hang there, a languid, icy accusation.  “I had expected more.” 

#🏹 unluck of the irish [mebh main verse] #dimitresca #mebh vc: i am shittin it fam

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Ronan raised an etherial brow. A real horseman then... like the stories out of Sleepy Hollow, the detective didn't know why that surprised him considering he, himself was a ghost. Ronan would take a drag from a spectral cigarette and looked around a little more.

"What is going with this place then? Seems like you have some level of paranormal activity going on around here."

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Ronan would huff before his interest was piqued at the mention of missing heads or maiming. Whatever was plaguing this school? Was certainly more interesting than his paranormal cases back in Salem, but there was something about the boy that unsettled him, perhaps it was the casual way he recounted the information.

“Good that the… maiming has lessened, but tell me more about this Ailill, sounds like he took too much inspiration from a Horseman or something.” Ronan would joke.

"It does mean more fun for the rest of us so I suppose that is one good thing about it~" Saul chips as his head tilts slightly at the inquiry about Ailill. "Weeeellll seeing as he does have a horse that he rides around on and can remove his own head at will too......I'd think he was one. Unless the definition of them has changed or something."

#🔍 a spectral detective [ronan main verse] #noctechoro #[noctechoro - saul]

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The passerby that Elina had spotted was rather strange, he was tall and lanky with a long striped tail and looked to be some hybrid of a lizard or a dragon. He was happily talking to a friend as he walked past yet stopped once his mismatched eyes spotted the strangers wave.

Malory gave a big toothy grin and waved enthusiastically her way.

"Oh! Greetings! Are you lost per chance? You seem a little dazed and a tad confused and certainly not in a most Wonderlandiful way!" The creature said with a hearty laugh. At the question Malory laughed again and nodded. "Why you're in the land of Ever After, specifically Ever After High!"

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒱𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓎 @diiscordandstriife (For: Any EAH muse)

"This is definitely not the Valley anymore." Elina muses as her gaze travels around this strange new place. How had she ended up here? Last she remembered she'd crawled into bed after a long day then when her eyes opened again, she'd woken up here. Turning her gaze away she manages to wave and catch the attention of a passerby. "Um, excuse me, you wouldn't happen to know where I am would you?"

#🪶jabber jabber jabber [malory main verse] #drcamlight #oooo i can't wait to hear more

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#|grounded in tartarus| [ooc]

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Go on anon and pretend to be a journalist. Ask my muse the hard-hitting questions. Make them squirm. Make them admit things they don’t want to.

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dialogue starters from the magician's daughter by h.g parry, [1/?].

❝ sleep all right? ❞ ❝ what time did you get in? ❞ ❝ all right. i give up. what have i done now? ❞ ❝ death isn't a habit you develop, you know, like tobacco or whiskey. it only takes once. ❞ ❝ i'm not a child. ❞ ❝ don't say that. ❞ ❝ how should i know? ❞ ❝ never mind. ❞ ❝ yes, my love? ❞ ❝ what are you up to, then? ❞ ❝ you're not still sulking, are you? ❞ ❝ i told you, i'm not going anywhere! ❞ ❝ how is it too late? ❞ ❝ they won't find us. ❞ ❝ you didn't. ❞ ❝ i'm here. what's wrong? ❞ ❝ won't that hurt you? ❞ ❝ later. when i'm back home. ❞ ❝ this is it. ❞ ❝ now i've done it. he'll never shut up. ❞ ❝ i thought you were dead. ❞ ❝ he never listens to anyone. ❞ ❝ how is it too late? ❞ ❝ do you want the crusts cut off your sandwich? ❞ ❝ the bacon's burning ❞ ❝ what's burning? ❞ ❝ why is something always burning around here? ❞ ❝ where do you go? ❞ ❝ you mean... from other mages? ❞ ❝ who was he? ❞

#|you shitposted in the wrong neighbourhood| [meme tag]