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                               Masquerading as a man with a reason                                My charade is the event of the season                                    And if I claim to be a wise man                                Well, it surely means that I don’t know

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Well it’s been a hot minute since I’ve been on this blog. One reason being I’ve just been busy with other things IRL. Secondly, I sort of lost the desire to be here. Not in a bad way but I sort of felt like I needed a new start. So I’ve relocated over onto this blog. It is still a roleplay blog but with a twist: it is OC focused. I still have canon muses over there but my focus will be my OCs. It’s just something I felt will help me expand my own writing and something that will help in general. Please consider giving it a follow!

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Well it’s been a hot minute since I’ve been on this blog. One reason being I’ve just been busy with other things IRL. Secondly, I sort of lost the desire to be here. Not in a bad way but I sort of felt like I needed a new start. So I’ve relocated over onto this blog. It is still a roleplay blog but with a twist: it is OC focused. I still have canon muses over there but my focus will be my OCs. It’s just something I felt will help me expand my own writing and something that will help in general. Please consider giving it a follow!

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Well it’s been a hot minute since I’ve been on this blog. One reason being I’ve just been busy with other things IRL. Secondly, I sort of lost the desire to be here. Not in a bad way but I sort of felt like I needed a new start. So I’ve relocated over onto this blog. It is still a roleplay blog but with a twist: it is OC focused. I still have canon muses over there but my focus will be my OCs. It’s just something I felt will help me expand my own writing and something that will help in general. Please consider giving it a follow!

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Sam Heughan as Jamie Fraser · Outlander 1.02

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Dmitri’s horse half is that of a Norwegian Fjord Horse. His coloration is that of a yellow dun, that being his body a gold tannish color with his tail being pure blonde. His hoofs are a black color. He has gotten a Viking ouroboros with the world tree in the center tattooed on his right hindquarter. He is quite proud of his body and anyone who mocks him will usually receive a hoof to the gut within seconds. 

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BROCK O'HURN photographed by Binais Begovic. Iron Man Magazine July 2016

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Lottie​:

Charlotte stopped. She moved her hands to the table and arched her upper body forward over it. She sighed and turned to look at her older twin brother. “What do you think?” This was their mother they were talking about. Of course, she was fretting.

Anything to do with Oliver and you could just feel the worry that poured freely from their mothers empathy. “You’re going to have to go see her, Ollie.” The brunette arched her brow before straightening herself up and crossing her arms over her chest. Naturally she was also worried. Oliver was one of the most important people to Charlotte – when he got injured and she couldn’t do anything it hurt. Being the only sibling without magic and being unable to do anything to protect her family, she felt the urge to be more diligent in seeing what was going on with them instead. “You haven’t called in on her in ages. She’s worried.”

He huffed and rolled his eyes as he looked away from his twin. He hadn’t guessed on that last part. Nor did he need Lottie to tell him how long it had been since he had last spoken to their mother. Yes, Oliver was completely aware of how she was probably worried. Which he would say is allowed given how she was his mother. But somehow he always felt that his mother took it just slightly too far with him. She didn’t seem to treat his siblings the same she did him. Even if he knew part of the reason why. 

“Even if I had called her yesterday she’d still be worried,” he argued as he finally looked back at Lottie. He looked at her for a moment before caving in with a sigh. He stood and limped over to the bookshelf he had stored his alcohol. Pulling down a bottle of whiskey, Oliver jerked his head towards the various bottles he had in question to Lottie. If he was going to continue this conversation then he was going have a couple of drinks in him. “How much does she know? In terms of what I’m doing I mean.” He prayed she didn’t know that much if anything. The fact that his mother had yet to break down his door gave him so hope. 

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Islay​:

“TWO.” She crosses her arms over her chest and raises a singular brow. Does she look happy? Absolutely fucking well not. But… that doesn’t change anything. Islay knows how much Caiden is whipped for her. There’s no way that he could keep anything from her if he did know that Oliver was keeping from her. “THREE.”

Caiden was flustered, hands raised, responding to her. Saying that he would tell her. The princess pursed her painted lips. She guessed that she believed him. “Ah’ll believe ye,” Islay leaned over and pressed a pointed finger at the dragon’s chest. “But whit’ever he’s got planned… ah’m gonna bloody murder him if he ruins this.” Her mother was incredibly hard to win over. She didn’t need to be grounded again. The last time she felt like a prisoner in her own house with how far her mother took it.

He was going kill Oliver the next time he saw the mage. How Oliver could handle Islay’s temper with ease he had no idea. In fact he mildly envied the mage for being able to do just that. The fact that he couldn’t handle her being pissed off at him was one of the reasons he always tried to be on his best behavior with her. Some would call him whipped and Caiden really didn’t have a problem with that. Regardless of how he appeared, was happy to be submissive to his two loves. 

Green eyes followed the finger that was jabbed into his chest as she spoke. Should he point out that Oliver had a way of winning people over? Probably not with how pissed off she was. Well, now that he thought it, she seemed more worried and was just showing it off as her being pissed off. “Islay, Ah think that is the last thin’ he has planned...” Caiden rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to think of some way to reassure her. “Whitever it is, Ah’m sure it’s to impress yer mother.” 

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Welp it’s been a hot minute since I’ve been on this blog...And I’ve honestly missed it. But I got caught up in real life and new game releases that I didn’t exactly have the time for it. However, I’m going try to now. Only I’m going be changing this blog up a little. 

This is still going be a Multi-muse RP blog but I’m going be an OC focused one. I will still have Canon Muses but the list is going be a lot smaller as I wish to focus on writing my own characters. I’ll have a list soon of which Canon Muses I’ll be keeping as well as a revised list of OCs. It’s just in the works and I will be working on everything soon.

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furiousfates​:

We’re at the end of the line She keeps me from holding her tight Trying to make sure she’s fine

  don’t let me go  

We took hundred steps back How you said goodbye was sad Now when I think of it add, “please let me go”

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Geralt is officially a dad

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Alright, so I’m really going to start making an effort to be here. But I may be slow in replying to drafts as I’m getting back into the swing of things. So there may be times I just reply to Dee ( @furiousfates​ ). But I am going try to be here a lot more since I’ve missed writing.

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Ariella·:

@curaidh· , I am a little bit heads in deep into reading the Iron Knight right now and need my fix of Ariella and Grimalkin sass.

Grimalkin and Ariella blinked. Ariella had gotten so unimpressed that she had sat down on an overturned tree just watching the back and forth.The cat was sitting on her lap, sitting tall, tail lashing – but it wasobvious that the Cait Sith and the Seer were both not impressed. They had beenhere for ten minutes now, watching the back and forth bickeringbetween the Prince and the Great Trickster.

“Why, if this is what we’re going to be doing then I willfind better use of my time.” The cat yawned before cleaning himself, rubbing anidle paw over his ear.

Ariella stifled a snort. 

“-you would think after all these years that they would have learned to getalong.”

Ash softly growled as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t tell if Puck was just playing dumb or was actually being dumb right then. He was betting more of the former. If he did know something about Puck it was he loved to get under Ash’s skin. And for whatever reason it was always easy for the Summer fey to do that. “We are not going that way Goodfellow...”

“You still have yet to say why ice boy,” Puck huffed as he crossed his arms across his chest. “My way is the fastest path.” 

“And the most dangerous!” Did he really need to say it? Apparently he did. However, before he could point out more, he got distracted by Grim. It seemed Puck did too as the both of them turned to watch the cat simply walk away. Ash looked at Ariella for a moment before he huffed and placed his hands on his hips. “Faery would be no more before that happens.” 

“Sadly that’s true,” Puck agreed with a nod. “Sad only because I’d be dead too.” 

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