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Show of Hands! :-) To All Roleplayers

Stop, look and listen (or read)! 

-Do I owe anyone a starter?

-Have I not replied to a thread in a long while?

-Would you like to continue plotting with me in my inbox?

The Mun has been recently sidetracked and posting on her main account, so roleplays have been backlogged. She’s infinitely sorry and would still love to roleplay with you!

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"H-h-hello," he stammered, cheeks becoming as red as rubies. He had no desire to throw her off-course, as he wanted to 'see' her dance. Art re-fueled him when life grew dark, infusing his veins with much-needed strength. Just a few minutes ago, his insides were being torn out of him. She took all of his burdens away, leaving him with shoulders lighter than air. He couldn't actually see her, but the warmth she gave off encased his heart in sunshine. Through her moves, he saw a mosaic of rich, warm color. Sunrise and flowers. But then she noticed him.

"I...I'm sorry, ma'am! Really, I am! I, um...I was just...wondering...are you a b-b-ballerina?"

She was dancing. Or at least the closest to dancing, for an investigative reporter, in a parking lot. She was no expert, never had professional training. Two musicians stood off to the side, eyes and ears ignorant to all but the heart of the song. She was the same, even if she had never heard it...

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  ❝ I don’t have any friends. I don’t even want to make any. I can’t trust people. The only person I can count on is myself. I don’t ever want to get married. If I would ever fall in love, I’m sure I would want all of that person to belong to me. I’d make them all mine, but I might ruin them in the process. So I’m never going to fall in love. ❞

                 R E B L O G . L I K E . F O L L O W .

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A soft, mournful sigh escaped his shivering lips. "I can't, ma'am," he said wearily, with a shrug. He had explained himself enough already, and still refused to accept what he had become. Trying to explain himself to a stranger was tiresome. Even if she was responsible for saving him. Besides, the same pack of bandits would return later, when she wasn't around. So-

"If you excuse me, I've got to get to class. Thank you, once again."

His voice was devoid of its past warmth, magic and light. With only the help of his cane, he began to stagger off with his schoolbooks.

He shivered in response to her question. He’s lost in thought for a moment, returning to a vortex of cyanide memory. “I can’t,” he said after a moment of silence.

"I…I…they d-don’t like it…when I f-fight b-b-back."

He shut the eyes that could not see, grimacing in...

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Ever gasped, clasping his hands together. His heart began to race madly, almost shaming the speed of light. "What?" he asked frantically, radiant with hope. "What is it, sir? Is there something you remember?"

He instinctively latched onto the Professor's arm and squeezed it, far more hopeful and excited than he had ever been before.

"Thank you, sir," he murmured, shyness lowering the volume of his voice. His mind’s far from tea, though. Nothing will calm him down while his mind’s cluttered.

"I should explain myself, sir," he said. "I’m…I’m here because I…I hope you’ll help me with something, sir....

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Send for my muse's reaction

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Put an 'Angst please.' in my ask and I'll generate a number 1-10 and see what our muses get! || ULTIMATE ANGST VERSION

Warning: Many trigger warnings (self harm, suicide, rape, etc.) will be included in this list. 

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Send me ☢ if you want to rp with me but haven't yet.

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Dear AU!Muse

Send me one and I’ll write a letter to an alternate Muse of mine.

Dear Evil!Muse

Dear Wise!Muse

Dear Tortured!Muse

Dear Psycho!Muse

Dear Happy!Muse

Dear Good!Muse

Dear In love!Muse

Dear Insane!Muse

Dear Lonely!Muse

Dear *anything*!Muse

Dear Teacher/Student!Muse

Dear Modern/Old Time!Muse

Dear Mourning!Muse

Dear Free!Muse

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Put one of these in my ask box! (Kidnapped!)

"Where do you think you’re going?"

You’re not going anywhere.”

"You belong to me now."

"There, nice and tight."

"Shh, there’s no need to scream."

"There, that should keep you quiet."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Let me go!"

"Release me!"

"Help me!"

"Untie me!"

"Mmmph!"

"How are we suppse to get out of this?"

"Someone will come for me!"

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Ever's eyes widened, glistening like fireflies in the night. "That sounds amazing, Professor," he said with a smile, hoping to learn more. To him, the scholar's lessons weren't merely lessons. They were tickets to another universe. Adventures that rid him of the present, and his future.

"I hope I get to hear all about it!"

He stumbled a little. Straightening himself with his cane, he chuckled. "Pardon me, sir, but could you please help me to the library? I've only been here a few days, sir, so...I hardly know where I'm going."

Ever blushed furiously. There he was, assuming the Professor knew him! Insignificant thing he was. “I’m Ever, s-s-sir,” he stammered nervously, with a bow.

"Ever Brooks! I love your lectures, sir! Very much! What will we be learning about next, sir?"

He came to life because...

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"Thank you, sir," he murmured, shyness lowering the volume of his voice. His mind's far from tea, though. Nothing will calm him down while his mind's cluttered.

"I should explain myself, sir," he said. "I'm...I'm here because I...I hope you'll help me with something, sir. I'm...I'm searching for something that grants wishes. Something I hope will...give me my eyes back, sir."

Ever was a breathless mass of emotion. Anxiety, sadness and hope eclipsed one another, casting his heart into a throbbing cacophony. He had wondered about visiting the heroic Professor for weeks, but with the latest attempt on his life, he knew he needed help. “Thank you for...

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I found out who has been sending stulteholoserica those anon hate messages this past week.

Unfortunately… I only just found out about it this last night and apparently the little creep has been stalking me for quite some time and taking my old blog names for whatever creepy...

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Reblog if you'd be upset if I deleted this blog

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Ever Headcanons

-Ever enjoys reading more than medical textbooks. He loves fantasy novels that star strong and kind men with bold personalities. Young Adult novels are some of his favorites, like the Harry Potter and Eragon series.

-As someone living without eyesight, he is a master of Braille. Also knows Morse code.

-Whoever tells him a story will have a friend for life.

-Ever loves the rain. He loves reading books during a rainy day, with hot chocolate.

-Extra bonus points to someone that tells him a story during a rainy day.

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Yukine as a student.

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Ever blushed furiously. There he was, assuming the Professor knew him! Insignificant thing he was. "I'm Ever, s-s-sir," he stammered nervously, with a bow.

"Ever Brooks! I love your lectures, sir! Very much! What will we be learning about next, sir?"

He came to life because the Professor, as revered as he was, actually took the time to be kind. Unlike far too many others.

The young man’s books scattered like marbles out of a can. Alarmed, he quickly set about picking them up, able to ‘see’ them even without his eyes. He instinctively was frightened, but only for a moment. Other students made it a habit of bumping into him, torturing him over...