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{I’ve been hit over the head with Ellie-muse so I’ll be over there for the forseeable future}

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Glimpse to the past.

Send “Glimpse to the past” For a random memory from my muses childhood.

It’s two in the morning, on New Year’s Day, in a dusty old brick building in San Francisco. Madeleine and Theo have not slept for forty-eight hours, and that they are conscious at all is a testament to the ungodly amounts of caffeine and they have consumed, since both their teachers had the good sense to forbid drinking until the end of their apprenticeships. Those teachers are somewhere in Italy, drinking to excess; this is okay because, they said, they are mature and responsible magic-users who know better than to work magic while impaired. However, this means that two sugar-high apprentices have been left unsupervised in a very nice experimental workspace.

They have moved from the large main room into a long hallway with a fairly smooth and clean concrete floor. Theo is sitting on that floor with a piece of chalk in each hand, working on an equation that runs up and down the hall four and a half times. Madeleine is bouncing back and forth down the hall with a ball of yarn in her hand, knotting spells from three different weaving- and knot-langages into a humming web of light. Both are chattering excitedly, half-formed strings of magical technobabble that perhaps nine or ten other people in the world would understand.

“Alright alright alright I got it, there’s like one to go!” says Theo, and Madeleine pulls two ends of yarn tight. “Okay okay do it!” she says, jittery with excitement. He waves the chalk in the air mock-solemnly, but can’t keep a straight face. They both dissolve into giggles for a few minutes. “Okay,” says Theo, “okay, hold onto your hair, I’m gonna do it—” and he sets chalk to concrete, fills in the final variable, and closes the parentheses.

The world spins around them, and Madeleine trips over her own left foot but does not fall as the hallway shivers and quivers and squirms in space; suddenly she has only a few inches to fall, and she finds herself leaning on her elbows on the floor as the walls go solid again. They both lift their heads, suddenly breathless with anticipation, and look down the hallway, first one way, then the other.

“Ohmygosh, it actually worked,” says Madeleine.

“Ye gods and little fishes,” says Theo, pushing himself to his knees to get a better look at the Moebius strip they have made. The floor seems curved, but not curved at all, at the same time.

The look at each other. Someone’s lips twitch, and then they both lose it again. Hours later, when their teachers return, they will still be sprawled on the floor, loose-limbed and sugar-giddy, laughing helplessly at their absurd creation.

And if it takes a while to realize they didn’t build in a way to get out—well. Everyone does stupid stuff in college, and it’ll make a great story someday.

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"I genuinely do not understand why someone would put time, effort, and magic into developing subterranean-dwelling mosquitoes."

"Just... why?"

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Hayley Atwell in Cinderella (2015)

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The 26th icon in your folder is your muse's reaction to being stranded on an abandoned island

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bold any fears that apply to your muse!!! italicize what makes them uncomfortable!!! (and add your own if they aren’t listed)

the dark | fire | open water (sea/ocean) | (any) deep water | being alone | crowded/enclosed spaces (agoraphobia) | confined spaces (claustrophobia) | change | failure | war | being controlled/lack of free will | prison | blood | drowning | suffocation | public speaking | natural animals (any kind) | supernatural monster/animals (any kind) | heights | death/dying | intimacy | rejection | abandonment | the unknown | the future | not being good enough | scary stories | talking to new people | poverty | loud noises | being touched | powerlessness | blindness | causing the deaths of friends/loved ones

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SEND MY MUSE ONE

☹ My muse is visiting your muse on their death bed

♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle

☻ A drabble of our muses on their wedding day

☺ my muse trying to piss yours off

ت our muses running into each other after not seeing each other for several years

ヅ for a situation that got both our muses arrested

シ my muse walks in on your naked

Ü your muse walks in on my muse naked

ϡ a goodbye letter from my muse to yours

♥ you muse suprises my muse with a kiss

۵ my muse kisses yours to shut them up

ღ a forehead kiss from my muse

웃 my muse torturing yours for information

유 my muse trying to seduce information from your muse

♈ a holiday drabble featuring our muses

♉ our muses are together when they get ambushed

≑ my muse wakes up in your muse’s body

? my muse will ask your muse a question they always wanted to ask

+ my muse has died and your muse is included in their will

◈ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised

♊ my muse will do something stupid to impress your muse

✃ your muse visiting mine in the psych ward

♋ my muse visiting yours in the psych ward

❅ my muse rescues yours

✪ my muse seeing the ghost of your muse

● my muse’s turn offs

○ my muse’s turn ons

△ our muse’s get in a playful wrestling match

⍢ my muse gives yours a hickey

✧ our muses having dinner together

☎ my muse drunk dials your muse

✈ our muses on a flight together

☼ my muse giving yours a massage

♡ my muse flirts with your mue

☣ your muse visiting my muse in prison

♌ your muse visiting mine in prison

X my muse doesn’t remember anything from the night before. They have blood on their hands, and your muse is beaten at their feet.

☁ our muses are trapped in a fire together

〰 our muses are at the beach together

❢ my muse has lost their memory, and at the sight of your muse starts to remember things

✑ my muses daily routine

❂ a new years eve memory from my muse

✬ our muses share a new years eve kiss

✆ your muses name, ringtone, and icon in the muse’s phone

◙ a christmas gift from my muse

♍ a sexual story from my muse

₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together

❊ a regret my muse has about your muse

♎ your muse tracing one of my muse’s scars

♏ my muse tracing a scar of your muse’s

♐ my muse hearing your muse scream

♑ our muses go out for coffee together

♒ my muse visit’s your muse’s grave

♓ my muse injures your muse

✄ your muse injures my muse

☩ a dream my muse has about your muse

☨ my muse searching for your muse

☦ my muse trying to cheer up your muse

✞ my muse taking care of a your muse while their sick

✛ my muse trying to calm your muse down

✜ my muse trying to get your muse to recover from amnesia

✝ a confession from my muse to yours

✙ our muses shopping together

✠ our muses watching the stars together

« a past memory with our muses

» a daydream my muse has about yours

✐ a mistletoe kiss

✎ our muses going to a costume ball together

✏ our muses are evil and out reaking havoc together

♔ a kiss on the cheek

♕ a kiss on the palms

♖ a kiss on the back of the hand

♗ a kiss on the nose

♘ a kiss on the eyelids

♙ a kiss on a bruise

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{It’s almost a quarter to one and I have to be up early tomorrow. I’ll do the memes first thing tomorrow afternoon, promise...}

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                                     Be ¢αяєƒυℓ making wishes in the ᴅᴀʀᴋ

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Send “Glimpse to the past” For a random memory from my muses childhood.

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So,

if I ever:

Drop an RP without notice

Say ‘yes let’s RP!’ and then quit answering

Say I’ll post a starter and then don’t

Don’t respond to your starter

It’s because I forgot.

It’s because I forgot.

 NEVER FEEL BAD ABOUT REMINDING ME.

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Good to know, she thought, though it sounded as though there was a story there. She didn’t feel the need to push: the immediate crisis was over, and lunch was sounding more and more inviting.

“You wouldn’t be imposing,” she assured him. “The coffee table can cook for two as easily as for one. It’s no trouble at all.”

She walked back to the doorway, peeling off the gloves and dropping them in the basket below the shelf. “It’s this way,” she said, holding the door and gesturing across the hall the way they had come earlier. There was a second curtain-covered doorway near the back of the Shop; this one led to a warm, bright room filled with an eclectic collection of armchairs and one paisley beanbag chair. There was a brick fireplace at the far end of the room, and a pair of wooden chests on either side of it; in the corner nearest the door there was a tiny counter, with just enough space for a kettle atop it and a basket of tea-canisters hanging below. There was an old wooden coffee table in the precise center of the room, and everything else was subtly arranged around it.

"I agree completely," Will replied. Though it was not quite as hazardous an event for himself as it was for the woman, he would have had to use certain Words of Power that he did not like referring to commonly, if ever. Sure power could be unwieldy and it was better not to use it at all.

Taking a handkerchief out his pocket, he absentmindedly cleaned his hands as he considered the question. For the Time, there was not anyone besides himself who would be able to reach the knife should they want to, but he knew the woman asked for something a touch more precise than that. “Out of reach of the makers of that knife. Of course, they find themselves similarly indisposed.”

A grim smile danced on his mouth, a rather vacant, old expression, and one that quickly danced away as the woman continued to speak. He laughed. “A lunch would be lovely, though I don’t mean to impose.”

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*wants to rp with everyone*

*stares at one draft for three hours*

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{Do you ever run across a blog and go--

oh.

wow.

i have to reactivate [an old muse] EXPRESSLY FOR THIS PERSON

IT'LL BE SO GREAT}

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If I   b e l i e v e d   in   F A T E,                                        I wouldn’t be playing with

                                                                           LOADED DICE.