nachtmaren

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i’m still here, just dealing with depression being the worst it’s ever been. muse is something i’m struggling with both here and in groups i’ve joined. i don’t know when i’ll get to replies and starters, but i am deeply sorry that it’s taken me so long to even post this. i love you guys 💖

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i think i’m officially gonna be moving mal and samara to low activity blogs for the time being, with my multi serving as my main blog. my mental health hasn’t been all too great lately, and i really just want to focus on increasing my enjoyment here while cancelling out any potential for stress, and i think making this small change will help with that right now.

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                        i sense there’s something in the wind             that feels like tragedy’s at hand

independent & selective multimuse featuring canon and oc muses. ©

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it’s still a bit of a work in progress, but feel free to give this post a like or shoot me a message if you’d like the link to my new mumu!!

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HI UM IDK WHAT HAPPENED BUT MY DASH IS BACK AND I’M REALLY EXCITED BC I DIDN’T WANNA HAVE TO MOVE SAMARA OUT OF FEAR OF LOSING EVERYTHING HERE

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I think I'm gonna end up having to move Samara to a new blog bc I can't get the dash to work, so I'll get that figured out later this week

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posting from mobile bc my dash won’t load on desktop, and hasn’t in a couple days. so um...consider samara on hiatus for now until i either get this fixed or give up and make her a new blog i guess???

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i think i got hit on by someone from my ex’s department at work.....

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paintedragcn​:

“Well a lot of people were put on the Isle that didn’t deserve it.” Off of the top of Mal’s head, she could recall Lady Tremaine’s daughters being utter brats, but throughout her life, she hardly considered them “evil” enough to warrant getting thrown onto the Isle with the likes of villains like her mom.

“…what did you do to end up there anyway?”

samara was quiet, gaze falling just out of touch with mal’s while not truly landing anywhere new. she never should’ve brought it up. her banishment to the isle, that is. she should’ve known claiming innocence (and rightfully so) would’ve resulted in further questioning on the subject. “i privately called out the sandman for his lies, and he publicly had me labeled a monster,” she answered, voice barely a whisper. there was no regret to her tone, but the pain it held...samara wondered if she’d ever truly be over the betrayal. “no one knew me well enough to go against his word. no one bothered to ever fact check.”

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okie dokie, here’s the poll to help me pick my next muse…

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okie dokie, here’s the poll to help me pick my next muse…

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okie dokie, here’s the poll to help me pick my next muse…

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#iLoveYouCindy

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send me questions you have about my character!

anything and everything. favorites. thoughts on people, on events. what they would do in a certain situation. how things would be different if something had/hadn’t happened. simple questions, complex questions. have at it!

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paintedragcn​:

“Because life is unfair,” She blurted out before she could think twice about it. Never mind the snide comments made by AKs that came their way, but gods forbid that they say anything rude back.

eyes widened slightly at the dragon’s outburst, having expected a far more composed answer. “one little verbal adjustment and you’d owe scar some sort of fee, i’m sure.” unreformed villains were always looking to make a quick buck. “for the record, i’m more than familiar with all life’s unfairness. i knew auradon before any of you, and my banishment to the isle came with no real wrong doing on my part.”

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guitaristcity​:

“oh calm down sunshine, would you? don’t be impatient. i’m a man of my word, i promise fun? i’ll give fun,” he responded to the woman walking up the staircase with him. his words lacking of any real annoyance, nothing he wasn’t use to by this point. “it’s a nice view, plus you can see a bunch of drunks stumbling over each other.”

“you won’t be calling me that once you get to know me. that’s a promise i can make.” maybe if one were willing to delve far enough into her past, the sarcastically given nickname might’ve truly fit. but that was a different time. a different samara. with a hum, she followed close at his side, the latter portion of his comment drawing forth a grin. “i do love seeing grown humans make such fools of themselves.”

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daughtered​:

      Her lips are a quivering line as the other woman speaks,         and when she looks down at her hands,      she finds them trembling.       She nods,        allowing the stranger to sit her down.         ❛❛   Please,    please don’t tell anyone this happened.   ❞      The petite girl begs,       feeling  TEARS  well up in her eyes.      She blinks,       wetness collecting on her long lashes before trickling down her cheeks.

fuck. samara had never coped well with tears. years had been spent hardening herself to the world, and yet tears always seemed to hit something in her very core. “nobody will know,” she promised, reaching up to gently wipe the wetness from girl’s face. “how did you do it? and don’t claim you didn’t because your reaction speaks the truth.” more often than not those in fear of their power tried to deny it.