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Muse: Lucy Everett, 29 - 31, Pansexual, Tattoo Artist/Witch
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"Why did you do that?" Lucy questioned them, but she did not have any malice or hate in her tone. Simply sadness. She was seated at the bar, a few feet away from where they were standing. They were completely alone, so there was no worry about them getting interrupted. "Why do you always act like that when I'm around? Do you like seeing me heartbroken?"
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"You... aren't upset?" Pan could scarcely believe it. He had just told his lover everything, his true identity, the story of how they all came to live among mortals, every single detail. He had expected disbelief or anger that he wasn't 'Perry' as he had claimed for so long. But all he got was a gentle touch and... sympathetic eyes?
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open to: m/f/nb/anyone and everyone
plot: my muse, beck, is a werewolf. your muse found what they assumed was a dog/wolf on the side of the road and brought it home. after a couple of days of getting her strength back, she's able to shift back to human form and has become very… infatuated with your muse. (note: please do not like my starters unless you intend on replying.)
she's been watching them through the eyes of a wolf for days now, lifting her head with interest every time they came or left. it had caused a persistent ache not being able to communicate, not being able to speak and to touch, that when she finally felt her strength come back to her she was all too eager to use it to shift back into human form.
she waited until they had left the room, animal’s golden eyes watching them disappear down the hallway, and then she shifted. blonde, slender, and entirely nude. mumbling a ‘fuck’ under her breath, her eyes darted about the room before stealing a blanket from their sofa, wrapping it around herself.
she followed their scent, step for step down the hallway, practically intoxicated by it. it led her to outside a door - their bedroom, she had learned after curiously following them about. thighs squeezed together and she exhaled so hard it made her dizzy. she reached up, knocking once, twice at their bedroom door and letting the weight of her hand push it open ever slightly. ‘ okay, don't freak out. ‘
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Everyone’s Shadow
| muse: Damian Wayne
| open to: anyone | canon or oc
| sexuality: bisexual
| suggested connections: ex, fwb, one night stand, will they won’t they, girlfriend / boyfriend
“This is just how things are, alright?” Damian shook his head. “You’d never understand the pressure of being Robin,” he huffed. “You think being Bruce’s son is bad enough, no, I have to live in the shadow of Dick, Jason, and Tim. This family, it’s all about being better than the last person and I intend to be the fucking best.”
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his 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 were 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 of the Fᴼᴿᴳᴱᵀ ⁻ ᴹᴱ ⁻ ᴺᴼᵀ , and of a 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 . . . . . 𝘚𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘕 𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘈𝘚 𝗣𝗟𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨. * 𝒋. 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒌 , 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚜𝚊.
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| open ; peter pan, prince of neverland |
The young fae walked down the shore. "Hello." He said with a grin. "You must be lost." He told them, holding out a hand. "I'm Peter. I think it's me that you're looking for." He was the first lost boy on the island. Since then he'd been the leader of the boys and even some girls too.
"Do you have a name? Or something that you'd like to be called?"
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Walking along a platform, Harry hummed lightly, musing to himself before saying "You know, I'm really enjoying freedom." Turning, he stepped off the platform, landing right down in front of the other "The air is fresher, the faces are more gorgeous." He grinned eying another passersby "And you, duckling, are one of the finest I've seen in at least the last ten minutes."
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“ — A LAST NOTE FROM YOUR NARRATOR: I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS. — ”
psd credit to @t-toxicgirl!
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2000+ roleplayable icons sized at 100x100 of JENSEN ACKLES as SOLDIER BOY from THE BOYS. These were screencapped personally and then cropped and organized. Other than that, no editing was done at all. Feel free to use or crop or resize with whatever psd as you wish. If with PSD, just pm for preferred details. DO NOT claim as your own, resell, or use for anyone but yourself. Please CREDIT me if buying and using
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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊˚✦☪┊❛ ❜ ┊ Keep on loving her. It’s that simple, and that complicated. Love. Fight. Never back down. It’s time for her to grow up, truly.
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“ it will be a l o n g hunt tonight “
written by envy / carrd
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𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙉 𝘼 𝙎𝙔𝙈𝘽𝙊𝙇, 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙉 𝙄 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙂𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝙁𝙊𝙍. / an independent roleplay blog featuring canon and original characters. fandoms include : boku no hero academia, great pretender, ferris bueller’s day off, peter pan (2003), stranger things. written by charlie ( he / they, 26, cst. ) / CARRD. PROMO TEMPLATE.
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Like for a starter from Pan, God of nature
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open to m / f / nb !! you’re my personal assistant or secretary who i’m fucking and i told you to hang up on my wife once i was done speaking with her but you didn't.
“what the fuck was that ??” brad growled once they were off the phone. he had stormed out of his office to confront them as soon as he heard the call end. “i hung up the phone ten fucking minutes ago and told you to get her off the fucking line as soon as i was done. so what the fuck are you doing speaking to her for that whole time ??" anyone could tell he was livid. not that he swore any less when he wasn’t. “next time, i need you to do what you’re FUCKING TOLD. or both our lives are going to get real fucking messy. got it ??” he went to storm off but turned on his heels and came right back. he wasn’t done. “and another thing. only a fucking idiot would stay on the line and chat to my fucking wife like you’re the fucking high school [ ‘faggot’ for male muses ; ‘fat girl’ for female muses ] trying to suck up to the popular cunt on campus hoping they’ll validate your existence.” he checked his mobile to make sure his wife hadn’t sent him any messages or tried to call him with any suspicions. “she’s got nothing better else to do all day out there in our fucking overpriced slice of suburban hell; t he fucking ‘queen of suburbia’, pta cunt mom she is. she’s a real fucking nancy drew cunt when she wants to be, so don’t give her anything to suspect, alright ??”
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So I think I'll fly away
Set a course for brighter days
Find the second star, I'm soarin'
Then straight on to the morn'
𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 @captlost
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❝ a serpent lives somewhere inside my ribs, between my solar plexus & my sternum. so i'm sorry that i end up poisoning everything i want to sink my teeth into. i'll always be wild, always be dangerous, & always a threat to you. i'm sorry for hurting you, it's all i really know how to do. ❞
#𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 — independent d.isney d.escendants roleplay account, a dark, dystopian, adult adaptation. headcanon heavy. multi-ship, multi-verse, au's available. low activity, mutual's only, selective following. written by chey.
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