#𝘞𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘉𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦 - [ 𝘓𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦 ]

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Welcome to New Veilena City!

A vaguely 1920s set mafia au with eldritch themeing.

New Veilana is a busy town that never seems to sleep, with a corrupt police department and a seedy underbelly there's no short of money passing through the back alleys. Business is booming and the city is far from the quiet small town on the bay it used to be, but... rumors have been spreading of darker forces at work. Weird things seen out of the corner of your eye and mysterious figures standing on the street corner under lamp light, even shadier dealings seem to be all the rage in the city's upper echelon.

Mafia's control territories and some in their desperation to get an advantage over their competitors have turned to less conventional means of securing power. Some may have even gotten more than they bargained for.

Meet The Crime Families

The Toscano's

Case file: 17734

Name: Vittorio Toscano

Known Aliases: Warlock, Lock

Status: Alive

Occupation: Museum Curator and Owner at the Veilana Museum of Natural History and head of the Toscano crime family

There is very little known about Vittorio himself other than he took over the crime business after the unexpected death of his uncle. The Toscano crime family itself controls the docking district, nothing gets shipped in or out without the family knowing. This makes them have very close ties to the other well known crime families in the area purely out of necessity and needing to stay on each other's good side. Their roots run deep in the city's shipwright union making them popular among the working class.

The Toscano crime family's contributions to New Veilana City cannot be understated, but rumors have begun to spread about more... occult dealings. Strange lights can be seen coming from the basement of the Toscano estate and Vittorio himself has seemed to become even more reclusive as of late. The biggest rumor being that he flew too close to the sun and invited something into our world that wasn't supposed to be known.

Case file: 17730

Name: Tarhos Kovács

Known Aliases: The Knight, The Guard Dog

Status: ???

Occupation: Body Guard of Vittorio Toscano (uncertain)

There is even less known about the Toscano families prized bodyguard than the head of the estate himself and even more is left uncertain after his six-month disappearance. Ever since the bodyguard has shown his face in public again most have reported an overwhelming sense of unease when only being in his presence. Some have even claimed to see his skin move and shift like something is living underneath.

In private Vittorio knows exactly what happened. He's the cause of it after all. That loyal bodyguard died in an assassination attempt he was protecting the new head from, maybe it was grief or perhaps guilt that led Vittorio to do what he did, but he certainly got more than he was bargaining for. Yes Tarhos is well... alive? Sort of. A being claiming to be a God of War has taken up residence in his skin or part of the slumbering consciousness of said God.

Vittorio has promised to reawaken the God in return for protection and companionship. Tarhos is more than pleased with the current deal they have, he's loyal as long as it remains.

The Adams / The Silk Cradle

Case File: 18811

Name: Luanne Adams

Known Aliases: Mother Goose, Black Widow, Mother Hen

Status: ???

Occupation: Head of the Adams crime family, Owns and manages her primary Gentleman's Club: The Silk Cradle

Luanne has quite the colorful history. Many mysterious deaths of her husbands has not only lined her pockets, but landed her with quite a lot of power on her hands. She is the head of the small, but important Adams crime family, but most in her care just say they're a part of the silk cradle. Her family owns part of the entertainment district anything from bars, sex work to underground gambling are her specialty by trade. Those that work at the silk cradle are a tight knit group who protect their own.

The Silk Cradle itself is a popular spot for other crime families to meet seeing Luanne as a neutral figure in the constant turf wars that seem to never end. It's also a popular spot for the upper class members of society as it works as an open secret speak easy in the back. The police are paid off and any raids that do happen are known beforehand. Though she made have disappeared and laid low for a while, after making her debut back into the public light eight years ago there's something undeniably off about her. Maybe it's the way she never ages or her fast reflexes, but there's something not right about the widow.

Case file 18892

Name: Haruko Nakasone (belongs to @witchcraftandburialdirt)

Known Aliases: N/A

Status: Alive

Occupation: Jazz singer at the Silk Cradle, Apprentices under Vittorio in his studies into the occult

What led Haru to Luanne isn't entirely certain, but he is one of the most popular singers she employs. She pays well and the clientele aren't that bad. However one man always catches his eye when he comes in. Vittorio Toscano, a very important figure in his own right, but he seems to know about all the weird happenings as of late. Haru didn't get involved with him with malicious intentions at first, but... after seeing the ritual that summoned a piece of Tarhos's consciousness to their world first hand three years ago. There might be more to all of this that Vittorio isn't willing to explore.

For now, he's gotten quite close to the both of them in more ways than just platonic. No one really knows his exact goals, but no one can deny just how involved he's gotten in Vittorio's dealings as of late.

Notable Characters

There's a few other families that have their own territories and dealings, but as of right now these two families are the most important. However, there are a few extremely important background organizations or people who work independently.

The Legion

The Legion were once runners for various crime families, but due to an entity attaching itself to Julie they have developed a method to summon there creatures from beyond mosts comprehension. The method isn't kind or pretty and takes place at special events they host called "Masquerades". They kidnap the unfortunate off the street and torture them for the highest bidder leaving them nothing, but a soulless vessel for another entity to take over. They don't work for any crime family and will happily take anyone's money.

Robin Belongs to @witchcraftandburialdirt

Case file: 1550

Name: Robin Baudelaire

Known Aliases: The White Fox

Status: Alive?

Occupation: Information broker

Robin is ground zero for why the barrier between the human world and the abyss go thin enough to let other beings cross over into our plane of existence. In his grief and continuous experiments with occult rituals he weakened the barrier enough for even gods to slip through while not summoning them himself. Him and the being he summoned, Abel, have a mutually beneficial relationship and now work as an information broker for the various families within the city itself.

Danny Johnson

Case file 16615

Name: Danny Johnson

Known Aliases: Jed Olsen

Status: ????

Occupation: News Radio Host / Journalist

News radio host by day and serial killer by night it's not entirely sure what his end goals are. He doesn't report on the more mysterious parts of the city, but instead on the "unknown killer" terrorizing the streets. His co-workers report a variety of odd behaviors coming from him, some even going as far to say he might not even be human, but whose really to say, but the man himself.

Sable Ward

Case file 14441

Name: Sable Ward

Known Aliases: N/A

Status: Alive

Occupation: Indie writer for a supernatural tabloid

If no one else will report about the strange rumors and weird lights, Sable Will and boy does she do a good job in it. Though that could be due to how she also dabbles in a little black magic here and there. While she may not know entirely what's going on, her small tabloid is gaining quite the underground audience. Sable worries this will paint a target on her back, but that isn't going to stop her.

Minor Characters

Just a few minor characters, they aren't too important to the over all happenings within the city, but do still live and operate there.

Aita Moon

No Case file exists on this bar tender, though he does work at the silk Cradle and does tattoo work in the back it is very under the table. He does his best to keep his head out of everyone's business, a job is a job and Luanne pays extremely generously.

Luka ????

No case file exists on Luka, but no one can deny his strange appearance. Perhaps that's why he works for the Toscano's as a supernatural consultant, to the outside world he might as well be dead, but he is happily living in secrecy and hanging out with Aita when the Silk Cradle is closed.

Paris Baker aka "Pearl"

Paris or as is more commonly known as Pearl is an "entertainer" at the Silk Cradle. Really all his job is is making sure the men stay longer by chatting with them and getting them to spend more on alcohol and he is extremely good at his job. So good in fact that he is the model for the paintings in advertisements and on the outside, he makes good money and has nothing to really complain about. Any incidents that do happen are swiftly "taken care of" by Luanne so really why would he ever leave.

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Luanne hummed, he was a nervous little thing wasn't he? Shaking like a dog, but coming to her open hand at the mention of a treat. Interesting. Though survivors always were to her, killers for the most part tended to be mindless or hellbent on their job. There was a handful she actually found endearing, but the rest... well they bored her. The widow smiles something warm and friendly, but practiced all the same, "Come on in then, the place is a little more run down than it usually is, but when I tell you I was the best host before all of this you best believe it sweetie." She turned on her heel walking up the steps and back into her home.

She wasn't joking. The place had certainly seen better days, but as dilapidated as it was still like straight out of a wartime time capsule, "Make yourself comfortable, I won't be long." And really she wasn't. Just as she disappeared behind a door it was only a few minutes until she came back with two mugs on a silver platter with everything one would need for coffee only when she was certain she hadn't forgotten anything did she curl up in one of her chairs.

"So what's a sweet boy like you doing so far away from the fire? If you're lookin' for a way out I promise it's no where round' here, I've looked. Just a whole lot of fog and trees." Her voice dripped with honey, but she was studying him. Paying attention to anything she could pry at if need be, but so far he wasn't bad company. She really wasn't in the mood to clean up another mess.

Louisiana? Where would that place them in the Fog? Just how the hell did travel work around here if a straight line leads him somewhere new every time? It wasn't helping him piece things together in his mental map, but then again, it would've helped if he brought a map to mark it down. It's not his fault that he didn't think he'd go very far; though it was for having strayed from the path. The lady here isn't anyone he's seen around camp before, or at all for that matter. Is she... one of them? His eyes darted to the movement he'd almost missed, a gleaming blanket? Huh... The hood and the hair in front of his face made it hard to tell for sure.

He supposed she wouldn't let him approach to have a better look, but that was the least of his concerns now. Sid should head back, even if he wanted to explore a little more. She seemed nice enough, not territorial enough to bark at him to get out, or the same sort who'd try to hunt him before they could in their trials. In fact, she was even inviting him in, with the (very convincing) bribe of coffee. Oh the things he wouldn't do for a fresh cup of coffee right about now. Dare he chance it with a KILLER to have a drop? If he was only a couple of steps closer, she might've glimpsed the uncertainty in the icy, pale blues of his eyes.

It's a ruse, it's so obviously a ruse... but coffee... something from the outside world that he hasn't had in however long it's been since his abduction. Worse case scenario, he'd get a bit of cardio in before finding his way back to the survivor campfire.

❝ If it isn't any trouble... uh... yes. I would like some coffee. ❞ , he inches forth from the spot he'd given himself away from, a little hunched by the shoulders. Like a scolded dog, right after he'd been caught. He was still looking around, still curious about the new setting and surrounding. Even back in his small town, he's never really been to a place like this before. It looks... dated.

[bells-of-black-sunday]

" Did you think that I’d shake and shiver? " (I meant to send more last night BUT MY INTERNET GAVE UP THE GHOST, sorry about the delay in between!) -to Luanne! (my beloved!!)

Luanne folded her arms raising a brow at the girl before her while she paced. Stalking really. Her feet moving effortlessly against the silken blanket that shimmered on the forest floor, "Most do sweetie." Eyes carefully watching for any twitch of movement that'd ensure she couldn't drag this out as long as she wanted. It didn't take long for her to settle smoothing out her dress as she sat on a large rock, "You will too soon enough, what are you doing out here? You're a little too far from your campfire."

[bells-of-black-sunday]

"You . . . You get off on this, d-don't you?" Dwight winces as crimson pools through each crevice between digits that clench around a ghastly wound. Don't look. Don't look. He knows better now than to allow his eyes to fall upon the sight of his own misfortune. The squelch of deep scarlet syrup was already enough to make his stomach churn without the aid of his sight. "W- why?" (poor dweet asking stupid questions while one of your muses watches him bleed wahhhh)

Luanne hummed cleaning off her claws with a handkerchief like she were cleaning water off her fingers, "Mm?" she tilted her head with a quiet chuckle the segments in his face cracking open before they'd close again, "Don't over sell your self importance sweetie, you're just another meal that stumbled into my web. I've never been one to get off on this sort of thing. Blood is sticky, gets everywhere. I had husbands that sure seemed to love it though until they got caught up in their own "freak hunting accidents"."

She stepped closer leaning down as she gripped his jaw tight keeping their gaze locked. The widow hummed a soft smile creeping onto her face as she tiled his head one way then the other, studying him, "You're just a small thing though, aren't you? Shaking like a lamb."

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Starter for @ferociium from here 🕸

The widow was no stranger to others stumbling across her realm. Though it didn't happen often, it wasn't something she particularly hated. The way she saw it at beast she got a decent conversation to pass the time and at worst well she got a decent meal to stave her off until whenever she was called upon. Not much to complain about... though when she felt a step on her web without her noticing that made her pause. Just who could that be? Or was she just not paying attention. Luanne stood pulling the cigarette holder from her lips as she leaned on the railing of her porch, "Why are you hiding dear? Best to come out before you end up stuck some place you're not supposed to."

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Luanne chuckles at the question leading her up the steps and into her house that seemed almost stuck in time although dilapidated like most other structures, "The late 50s'- oh right, the 1950s in case you're from a much later time." He closed the door behind the other gesturing her into the sitting room where she put on an old jazz record. It was almost instinctual for the house wife to try and be a good host, too many dinner parties with men and women alike who only viewed the world out of their own ass.

Oh well, Amanda wasn't bad so far. Almost normal even, though she was sure that would change, "Make yourself at home I'll only be a few minutes." Really all it was was a few minutes. Waiting for water to boil and then the grounds to steep before she'd carry a tray back into the sitting room with the grace and elegance that had been expected of her in life. Only then would she brush out her skirt and sit down crossing one leg over the other.

"Why are you here then? Obviously you look the part, but... you seem far more collected than some of the others that have graced my doorstep. Not that I'm one to question the will of a god or whatever the being is that created such a place."

Amanda smiled under the mask, while she shook her hand not realizing for a few moments that her new friend can’t see it because of the mask. “It’s nice to meet you Luanne.. that’s alright I am too these days.. I keep my self busy with all the work to do at the Gideon Meat Plant so I don’t have to leave, It’s where I hail from.” She watches the webs retreat back where ever they came from with interest. How did she control them like that? She found that fascinating really. Could she control them all the time?

“ I’ll come in. It will be nice having some good company with a cup of coffee. I haven’t had a cup in forever it seems. The Entity or whatever doesn’t care about our comfort, our health; it only cares about our trial performance. I’ve gotten used to this treatment but… more luxuries would be nice.” Amanda walks up the steps softly making sure not to step on any stray webs. Once at the top, she waits for her to enter her house first. Amanda would enter after her. Before they walked inside, Amanda had a question.

“How long have you been here? In this shithole?”

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Aloe (for all muses)

Botanical Headcannons | Accepting

Going to cheat and only do the muses I feel like writing right now—

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

Tarhos: He tends to bottle up most of his emotions, grief is no different. Doesn't matter the verse, he's never been someone whose felt like he can express his emotions in their entirety, so he's very reserved unless it was something tragic that happened to him.

Cirith: No grief at all. Genuinely, they don't mourn death or the loss of anyone, to them it's just another step in life they moved onto. They consider it part of their worship no matter how true that may be.

Aita: Doesn't handle it well at all. He's a little guy who cares way too much about most things, so if it's something important to him, he probably won't be doing much for several months to a year.

Damian: Same as Cirith, he doesn't mourn, not that he's close to much of anyone to have anything to mourn. He just keeps going especially since it's the literal apocalypse.

Yijun: You have never seen a man not care more than him. That's Hell for you, survival of the fittest. If you aren't strong enough to keep your head and not be made into wine that's entirely your fault and he wants nothing to do with it.

Vittorio: He grieves same as any person, losing his uncle unexpectedly while having all this new responsibility shoved on him was one of the hardest moments in his life. Still he had to push through and while he still honors his spirit and misses him dearly, he doesn't let it keep him from doing what has to be done.

Luanne: Another muse that doesn't really grieve. She's great at acting the grieving widow, but she never grieves most deaths.

Simon: He doesn't have the luxury of grieving. He has to keep moving, there's always a job to be done and he can't have his head be clouded by it lest someone else die. There's things he grieves in private with trusted friends, but never around anyone else. He's experienced so much loss in his life it's hard not to be jaded sometimes.

[bells-of-black-sunday]

♣ - for a daydream for Luanne!

Dreaming | Accepting

The widow sits on her porch watching the ever present night as she gently rocked her porch swing. There wasn't much to do here, but think in-between trials. Think about the past... what could've been done differently. What she did right. All the husbands she had and the kids that refused to talk to her later in life even though in her own eyes she was doing this for them. Ah... but none of that mattered here.

She was just another fly in a much larger spiders web. Yet she could dream about the better days she had, the large plantation house with her pigs and chickens that she cared for every morning. Occasionally the neighbors would pitch in a hand until they got suspicious about how many people died or went missing around her. Ah... well. At least here there were others that would understand her far more than uptight polite society.

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Starter for @silent-slaughter from here 💀

It wasn't often Luanne got visitors not that she minded usually. Most of the others that she met were odd, some didn't even talk and others were... well they were the type she'd have married and fed to her pigs for the money in their will. This woman though? Odd as one may be running around with a pig on their head she had heard many a rumor about, but what else was there to do in a place like this, but gossip?

Luanne's legs tucked against her body as she brushed her dress and walked out to greet the woman, "What are you doin' all the way out here sugar?" Her southern accent poured off her tongue like honey something that usually worked when luring in prey, but here? She just hoped to make a good first impression, "Lookin' for something?"

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Luanne couldn't help, but chuckle at the way the pigs face turned to meet hers. It reminded her of simpler times almost. Though she wondered the choice in animal, maybe the other admired the hidden brutality in such creatures or maybe it was something simple like how dirty they appeared. Curious none-the-less. The widow smiles taking the others hand, "Luanne. I'm quite the homebody these days I'm afraid. Not much to do here aside from sit and wait it seems."

She steps back folding her hands in front of her skirt as the webs seemed to retreat off the steps to her porch, "You can come in if you'd like, it's a hell of a lot more comfortable than standing around in the yard. Oh! And I have coffee, I know such luxuries can be scare. Shame really. Though I suppose whatever God rules this place doesn't care much to keep it's talent comfortable."

In all honesty, she didn’t really know if she would come out and greet her but Luanne actually did. Which she was grateful for. She knew herself she’s wasn’t a easy person to talk to or even engage with but she hoped they’d be able to get along somehow. This was killer she hasn’t have the chance to meet yet until today. As soon as the taller woman spoke she had to look up at her to make eye contact. Being only 5’3 left her on the shorter side. The pig mask’s nose lifts up as well.

“I know my visit is random but for good reason. I came here looking for you, I realized that we’ve haven’t talk yet and wanted to get you know you some.. if that’s alright with you.” A pause in her sentence as she pieced together the words she wanted to say. She was awkward sometimes to say the least, talking to others was a challenge somedays then other days not so much. Today she hoped she’d be able to talk effortlessly and smoothly. First impressions were everything. She sticks her hand out slowly for a mutual greeting, handshakes were always a friendly gesture.

“I’m Amanda by the way.. or some call me Mandy. I hope to make your acquaintance. What’s your name?”

[bells-of-black-sunday]

What kills the mood for your muse instantly?

For Tarhos and Luanne!

In-Depth Sinday Meme | Accepting

What kills the mood for your muse instantly?

For Tarhos its always animal based nicknames or being restricted in some way. He has a lot of bad experiences and being demeaned in certain ways, you'll never turn him off faster in your life.

For Luanne it's always someone telling her that they love her, she doesn't want that kind of emotional connected to anyone and the people she does have that connection to she more so sees as her kids.

[bells-of-black-sunday]

“  your blood is just too pretty to keep inside.  ” ( luanne )

There's a slight twitch in her eye, her deceitful smile wavering if only for a moment before she laughs pressing the cigarette holder back to her lips, "Oh sugar, and what is it exactly you plan to do?" That sickly sweet drips off her tongue like venom, she was never a woman shy about her desires. At least not to herself. Her fangs itched behind porcelain skin, the inane hunger clawing at her form hoping to be satiated. She had to stay calm, composed.

"If blood is what you're after you won't find much from me."

[bells-of-black-sunday]

♒ If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go? -Tar

☾ What is their favorite and least favorite thing about the night?- Luanne

❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to? -Danny

Horrific Headcannons | Accepting

♒ If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go? - Tarhos

Tarhos constantly flips between two things. Dying out on the battlefield where he belongs and dying quietly in a field somewhere. Before he met Haru he had nothing to worry about, just himself and his friends of course, but they could survive without him. They have each other. That's when he really thought he was going to die the same way he was living: kicking, scratching, and biting anything he could sink his teeth into. After though, well... he has someone that relies on him now and even though he doesn't fully expect to die how he wants.

He'd rather die quietly in a field somewhere. Left to decay and become one with the wildflowers, preferably once his contract is fulfilled and he's free to go wherever he wants. But he knows he doesn't have the luxury of choosing how and when he dies and he doesn't really take of his own body.

☾ What is their favorite and least favorite thing about the night?- Luanne

Luanne loves the night time. She loves putting on a record and doing her nightly chores like making dinner, sewing, making sure the pigs have taken care of whatever she put in there with them if she has put anyone in there. Taking off her make-up and putting on her nightgown, there's something so peaceful about having a routine that isn't interrupted. If she has a party to be at she'll take extra time to get ready, but for the most part her nights are very quiet. What she hates about the night is all the bugs, mosquitos mostly. The annoying buzzing and how they always seem to find their way inside somehow.

❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to? -Danny

No, but I feel like just with Tarhos and how he wants to die, it flips between it. If he's planning a big project and he just so happens to drop dead randomly, then yeah he'd want to be brought back, but in-between projects he's more than content with dying and never coming back.

[bells-of-black-sunday]

🎵 For Luanne?

Music Meme | Always Accepting

Send 🎵 for a song that reminds me of my muse

Pretty Lavinia - American Murder Song

Another body was combed from the Ashley bank Tied with cattails and stones until it sank But Lavinia Breezing corners Past the mourners Pretty, pretty, pretty Lavinia

Gossip and needles Where the chapel ladies meet Pray for Lavinia a-sauntering down the street Where's Anne Coley? What's delayed her? Who can say sir? Pretty, pretty, pretty Lavinia

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Send 🎵 for a song that reminds me of my muse (Luanne!!!)

Music meme | Accepting

Who Framed Rodger Rabbit - Why Don't You Do Right?

You had plenty money in 1922 You let other women make a fool of you

Why don't you do right? Like some other men do Get out of here and get me some money, too

[bells-of-black-sunday]

//Reblogging as a reminder, but also slapping my new muse tags below cut so people can block them if they need to ❤

Dbd Muses:

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘍𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘖𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 - [ 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 ]

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 - [ 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘴 ]

𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘕𝘰 𝘍𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 - [ 𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 ]

𝘚𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘖𝘧 𝘈 𝘉𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 - [ 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘦 ]

𝘈 𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 - [ 𝘚𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘦 ]

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘈 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 - [ 𝘑𝘰𝘦𝘺 ]

𝘉𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘙𝘢𝘨𝘦 - [ 𝘒𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘯 ]

𝘍𝘰𝘨 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳 - [ 𝘝𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘰 ]

𝘖𝘧𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘥 - [ 𝘑𝘢𝘬𝘦 ]

𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 - [ 𝘙𝘪𝘯 ]

𝘈 𝘍𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 - [ 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 ]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳? - [ 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘢 ]

𝘞𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘉𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦 - [ 𝘓𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦 ]

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘋𝘰 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘗𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘍𝘰𝘳? - [ 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 ]

𝘈 𝘛𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘗𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 - [ 𝘛𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘍𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺 ]

League Muses:

𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘛𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘖𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘯 - [ 𝘈𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘹 ]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨 - [ 𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴 ]

𝘐 𝘈𝘮 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 - [ 𝘙𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 ]

𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 - [ 𝘗𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭 ]

Other Canon Muses:

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘐𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘰? - [ 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 ]

𝘠𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘻𝘢 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘖𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 - [ 𝘚𝘦𝘪𝘫𝘪 ]

Fandomless Ocs:

𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 - [ 𝘈𝘪𝘵𝘢 ]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘌𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 - [ 𝘓𝘶𝘬𝘢 ]

𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘗𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴 - [ 𝘝𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘳 ]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘓𝘢𝘱 𝘋𝘰𝘨 - [ 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 ]

𝘔𝘺 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘐𝘴 𝘎𝘰𝘥 - [ 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯 ]

𝘈 𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 - [ 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩 ]

Ship/Group Tags:

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘞𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘈𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘎𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘉𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 - [ 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘬𝘰]

𝘐 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘛𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘚𝘰 𝘝𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘐𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 - [ 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘉𝘪𝘯]

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘣 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 - [ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯 ]

//making new fancy tags since I have to copy paste all my tags anymore anyway, but all my content and trigger warning + ic and ooc tags will remain the same