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[wingsxnlead-a]

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[silvcrignis]

⌨️ Keira

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[malbcrtha]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

What made you pick up the muse you have? D3 had recently come out & I really wanted to write some Bal threads lol

Is there anything you don’t like to write?  I'm pretty much open to anything except heavy smut/violence !

Is there anything you really enjoy writing?  Fluff/romance, (I'm a hopeless romantic gfdsfgjhgjg) action & crossovers !

How do you come up with your headcanons?  It depends. Sometimes I'll watch or read something & I think Mal would so do that lol. Other times, random things will just pop into my head out of the blue shfdgfhgd

Do you write in silence or do you play music?  It has to be silence or otherwise little distraction because my ADHD brain cannot listen to music and write at the same time LOL

Do you plan your replies or wing them?  Both XD

Do you enjoy shipping?  Yessss, I am a ship whore ASDFGHJKL

Do you not like shipping? 

Is there another character you would like to write?  None atm.

What’s your Alias/Name? Lorna uwu

Age?  22 !

Birthday?  June 15th :3

Favorite Color? Purple lol

Favorite Song?  It changes, but it's currently It's A Man's Man's Man's World by Jurnee Smollett-Bell.

Last movie you watched?  Fifty Shades of Grey (lol)

Last show you watched?  House of the Dragon

Last song you listened to?  First Dance by Ramin Djawadi

Favorite food?  Hmmm, as far as meals go, probably salmon ??

Favorite season?  I like them all tbh

Do you have a squad on tumblr?  Lol nope

Do you have a tumblr best friend?  Yee ! Technically several lol

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@wingsxnlead

They’d been in this same bed for three whole days. Correction, they’d been aware that they’d been in the bed three days; they’d been asleep for two days, then have been awake and aware since then. Rowan had never been so sick. Considering part of them wasn’t human, they didn’t get sick at all really. On the day they’d woken, they found themself in an empty bedroom--it was kind of cozy but it was startling to wake up somewhere foreign--and they somehow made it out of the bed before collapsing again right outside the bedroom. 

The man who’s house it was, Axel, was a hermit at best, a bit of an asshole the rest of the time. Not that Rowan wasn’t grateful he was keeping them alive. They weren’t 100 percent sure they would survive whatever this was on their own. Before he’d found them, they’d been hitch hiking home; they’d lost their bike, and had to walk all the way out into the sticks from their dorm room. They had only made it the 2 miles it took to get from the secluded college campus to the street off of their home street. The rest was fuzzy. 

So, they were stuck in this bed. The redhead was doing better than when they arrived, no longer on death’s doorstep, but they still couldn’t do much on their own. Just going to the bathroom had their vision spotting and had them gasping for breath. It felt like what Rowan imagined the human flu and mono and pneumonia all felt like, but they’d never had any of it before. They only knew what they’d learned in science classes. 

They felt restless and had to get up. Let’s see how far I can go today. Rowan groaned as they sat up in the bed, their copper toned curls in a wild halo around their head, certain curls sticking up in odd directions. After getting their feet on the hard wood floor--real hard wood, impressive--they stood, wobbled, and then meandered to the bedroom door. Once it was opened, they leaned against the door frame for a moment to take a deep breath. And then they ventured to the living room, depositing themselves on the couch. “Score.”

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@wingsxnlead wanted a plotty thing

It's not irregular for the brunette to duck into a bar just off the street somewhere, a small smile on her lips at the thought of getting a proper drink for the first time in days. She's been so busy, she hardly even notices at first that a familiar face is not that far from her when she goes up to the bar to order her first round, "Do me a favor, keep the tab open, will you? I'll be here a while."

The bartender nods and leaves Isabelle with a glass of water to start with as the brunette drums her fingers on the bartop.

It's pouring outside, that much is evident by the occasional claps of thunder and the raindrops rolling down her leather jacket from coming in and her hair looks a little darker than usual, damp from the lack of a hood on her jacket. Per usual it's pulled into a half up-do with her bangs pulled out of her face and contained in a ponytail while the rest of her hair rests past her shoulders.