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possiblexfile · 4 years
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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐈?
oubliela / multi verse, enhanced spy oc / main
sansvoeus / supernatural + superpowered multi / main
sensevive / human only multi muse / main
givenwork / reimagined holmes characters / medium-low activity
*possiblexfile / quartet of monster muses / low-ish activity
suchlovin / human, writer, sugar baby oc  / scattered-low activity
lonesurvived / ellen ripley + newt / hiatus
seizuresight / alice cullen / inactive (?)
When I’m not away for school related reasons this is where I can be found. If I’m going to be away I’ll generally leave a little notice!
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possiblexfile · 4 years
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got a few more assignments to finish but i’ll be back soon
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This is Laura. We’ve been waiting for you.
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“𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬.” *
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atramentotm‌:
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“total way.” she sticks the lollipop back in her mouth and crosses her arms. “know everyone important anyway.” all the cool kids and the not so cool kids. and they all know her. or fear her. or so she’d very much like to think. “what kinda far places? are you from switzerland.” 
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𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐆. 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓. 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄. The next question, confuses her even more. She doesn’t know place too well, she’s only ever been two places. But Switzerland? That sounds fake. “Swiz? Swit?” A little whimper of confusion leave her throat.
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possiblexfile · 4 years
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“you’re not from around here. i’d know, ‘cause i know everyone from around here. so.” she points the lollipop at the other kid. “where’re you from?” 
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𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐒 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, face scrunching up into a frown. “No way,” she chirps. No way she knows everyone. Lark eyes the lollipop, and her mouth turns into a little O of intrigue. “From far places.”
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭/𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.
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I will be away until March 02-03, I’m flying to Pennsylvania for a wedding and staying a week, will be bringing my laptop and have travelling data but I’ll probably be on disco//rd.  baby yoda’s soup#4143         for mutuals only please
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I will be away until March 02-03, I’m flying to Pennsylvania for a wedding and staying a week, will be bringing my laptop and have travelling data but I’ll probably be on disco//rd.  baby yoda’s soup#4143         for mutuals only please
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❝ people get nervous for me whenever i tell them that i fight magical beings . but have they considered that i have the greatest weapon of all ? ❞ brings out a lighter and hairspray . FWOOSH FWOOSH
𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘, but amusement is clear on his face. He hides a chuckle behind a throat clearing cough and rests his hands on his hips. “What happens when the hairspray runs out?” he says lightly, a half-smile on his lips.
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possiblexfile · 4 years
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valentine's day application
Name: Age: Do you like to cuddle?: Can we make-out?: A night in or dinner out?: Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: What makes you a good Valentine?: Would you cook for me?: Would you let me cook for you?:
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mayhaps you should take a look at my 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐲 blog 
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✧・゚ general starter call like + reply to specify a muse ・゚✧
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✧・゚  open invitation to spam me with memes ・゚✧
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𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇  it,  she  could  relate  to  the  dismissal  of  help,  even  when  offered  bluntly.   she  crosses  her  arms  over  her  chest,  leaning  onto  her  back  heels.  she  laughs  again,  holding  a  bit  of  admiration  for  the  other  girl.  her  own  slight  of  hand  a  clumsy  mess  —  not  from  lack  of  trying.   
❝   clever — got  any  other  tricks ??  ❞   curiosity  sprung  forward.  daring,  she  takes  another  step  forward.     ❝   or  are  gummies  the  only  thing  you  ‘ don’t  buy ‘  ❞  she  asks,  a  smirk  forming  across  her  lips,  a  single  eyebrow  raised.  
𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒, but she cannot boast any real skill for slight-of-hand. Telekinesis, and her unnoticeability camouflage is how it all works so well for her. Without that Lark would not be very sneaky. Lark shrugs, but grings cheekily, and for a fraction of a second, Aspen might catch a maw of sharp pointy teeth, that upon blinking would seem none other than normal.
“Just candy,” Lark says with a little laugh, the action lighting up her face. “But one more trick.” Lark stands and motions at her to turn around. If the girl indulged her, Lark would demonstrate her camouflage. Too bad it doesn’t work on Paloma or Lark would be able to stay up reading as late as she liked. “Don’t look, I’ll show you.”
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀    on  a  surprise  bubble  of  laughter,  a  soft  chuckle  finished  with  a  slight  amusement,  replacing  the  previous  annoyance.  ❝  guess  you’re  not  going  to  answer  why  the  hell  you’re  out  here  alone  after  that ?   ❞  aspen  had  days  like  this  when  she  was  younger,  not  out  of  force  but  because  she  wanted  to  be  anywhere  but  home.  sitting  on  street  benches  or  on  stoops,  looking  like  a  street  rat.  but  at  the  end  of  the  day,  she  always  returned  home. 
there’s  a  slight  twinge  of  guilt  for  having  snapped.  prying  questions  never  resulted  in  a  respectable  answer,  her  defensive  nature  always  burst  forth.  ❝    look  —  i’m  sorry.  i’m  not  the  sharing  type.  i  can  help  you,  even  if  it’s  just  buying  you  another  bag  of  those  gummies.  ❞ 
𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐊 when the girl laughs, but her lips quirk up at the sides just a titch nevertheless. Her face just as quickly contorts into a quizzical expression and she gives a little huff. “Came for a snack,” she says as if it is utterly obvious. Lark likes to climb the jungle gym and run and roll in the grass on the field, Paloma doesn’t mind as long as she doesn’t wander past the gas station which is another block away.
This bigger girl seems to think Lark needs help, but she doesn’t. She’s perfectly fine. “Don’t need help.” Lark shakes her head then pushes some of her hair off her face with her hand. “Did not buy.” Lark chuckles. She stole it. Very sneaky. No one noticed.
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            ❝  𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 ❞  aspen  retorted  back,  the  younger  girl  might  appear  to  hold  outward  injuries,  but  sitting  outside  a  corner  story,  speckled  with  dirt,  normally  held  a  deeper  story.  dark  eyebrows  knit  together,  the  next  question  surprisingly  deeper  than  the  brunette  expected  from  this  odd  exchange.  the  truth  always  rested  on  her  lips,  ready  to  jump  forward,  spill  to  any  ears  willing  to  listen.  her  walls  came  up;  stone  upon  stone.  features  hardened,  her  full  facade  taking  from;  ❝   it’s  a  lot  a  shit,  and  none  of  your  business, kid.   ❞
𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 and raises an eyebrow. She looks down at herself and frowns with her whole face. Paloma has often said that Lark is prone to looking smudgy, but that’s also a product of her unnoticeability camouflage— the way she sort of fades, like she’s lost opacity. Lose sight of her and you just won’t notice her at all even if you were looking for her, your brain just doesn’t register her as important anymore. 
As a means of silent explanation Lark points at the playground, with a jungle gym and a field, visible from across the parking lot. Lark looks at the girl as if waiting for her to explain herself, but when she speaks again Lark makes a sound of disappointment. “Fine,” she says, waving her hand dismissively. “Keep your shit business.”
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