;;Feeling restless and nomadic. Is there any particular muse I can wander back to to feel...wanted? Appreciated? Part of the community? Fringing sucks.

              𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭!

                                                                      𝐎𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭!

𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐲𝐟𝐲'𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐚𝐧 & 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐳                                                     𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞                                                        𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞                                                    𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐧                                                𝟏𝟖+ || 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

                                  𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

MUSES SUPERLATIVES!

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Favorite Muse: My most consistent favorite is Dio, although my favorite Most Character Development: Kenz. I have written for her in an age, but by the time I stopped, she was so much healthier, happier, and better adjusted than she started. Her arch is one of my favorites! The Memelord: Dio. He does it to be cool. I can’t even tell if he does it ironically any more. June and Theo are also meme-y trash, and sometimes Derek, and Claudia. The order is June/Dio tied for first, Claudia, Theo, Derek at the bottom. Most Likely to Start a War: Dio. He is...easily offended. Maybe Mackie. Actually, probably Mackie. He’s a piece of work. Also Crowley. And Gaston. My lads are fighty. Worst Personality: Mackie. The problem with him is that on top of being a terrible persona with a terrible personality, he’s frightfully charismatic and hypnotic. Positively magnetic. A true problem. Next worst is vampire!Henri, followed by Gaston, if that gives you any frame of reference. Best Singer: Depends on your definition of “best.” Prettiest voice? Claudia. Sells the song best? Dio. Most loving on the lyrics? Collie. Most Attractive Muse: ...like literally all of them. Biggest Heart: Jacques/Henri or Glitch, hands down. Falls in Love Quickest: My poor Collie baby and Glitch. Most Likely to Drop Their Phone in the Toilet: Glitch. Without a friggin’ doubt. Poor forgetful child. The Edgelord: Dio when he’s a dark mood, or Mackie. Sometimes Gaston. Most Tragic Backstory: Kenz, probably. Maybe Claudia. Collie, depending on the verse, or Harley, depending on the same. Henri’s is kinda sad. So is Mackie’s, but he doesn’t let it sit as a tragedy so IDK. Dio’s. HG’s, in the right light. They’re. They’re all actually kinda sad? Best Case of Puberty: Claud. Maybe Sarah. Most Awkward: Glitch is a tiny awkward bby. Busy Bee: Crowley, sometimes Dio. Most Clueless: GLITCH ALWAYS OH MY GODS! Most Likely to Forget Their Wallet at Home: Glitch. Claudia would do it on purpose. Best Dressed: Dio, maybe Jareth. Crowley possibly. HG. Biggest Flirt: Sarah, HG, Collie, Dio, Crowls, Harls, sometimes Jareth.... Most Dramatic: Dio. Holy crap, Dio. So much Dio. Least Likely to Show Up Late: Crowley. Very prompt kind of guy, him. Jareth also. One with Weirdest Habit: I dunno, honestly. Probably Sarah. Most Likely to Be Caught at the Gym: Derek. Holy crap, Derek. And June. My little gym rats.

since these get around faster…

who wants some golden chaos? give us a reblog if you’d be down for writing/plotting with a rumpelstiltskin / mr gold.

🍸Who do you like more? Diva Jinks or Serious Jinks?

one tequila, one tequila, three tequila, floor!

~Ren is at work~

@wegotaping

"Ooooh!, DICK MOVE!”

"I see what you did there! ‘Cause if I say DIVA JINKS, normal Jinksy gets all huffy with me and I’m a terrible person for wanting a gay bestie like that--but if I say SERIOUS JINKS, then I don’t get any more fun adventures! I like--I like--I liiiiiiiiiiiike drunksy Jinks. Best ‘a’ both worlds. Even though really I like sassy gay twinksy Jinksy.”

"Egg walls, huh? Sounds familiar.” Sounds like Pete trying to cook. Sounds like her trying to cook. Sounds like the Warehouse might’ve mixed up someone’s kooky Halloween party with another ping somewhere less...normal. Claudia smiled in spite of herself and her own embarrassment, picturing shrimp-hand-monsters rising out of a lagoon of lettuce next to a small eggroll home....

She almost envied the normalness of it all. A month ago, a year ago, she might’ve swapped everything on her OS for a life like this. Not so much anymore, okay, but--so sue her for still being charmed by it all.

“I guess it does sound kind of ridiculous when you put it like that.” Halloween party taken wrong. Weird kitchen creations, sight-gags, animatronics. It could’ve been anything. But the Warehouse was never wrong, just like Claudia. ALMOST just like Claudia. Human = fallibility in spite of evolution’s best efforts, apparently.

“Hey, you’re right,” Claud replied, raising her hands to the level of her shoulders as if to say DON’T SHOOT. “My B. Shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. I just thought--I mean, you’re not a Hot Topic knock-off, y’know? You look like the genuine article. I thought if anyone knew about the weird, or was forced to hear about it I guess, it would’ve been you.”

Was this a dead end? Maybe. Maybe Morticia was totally innocent in all of this. Or maybe Claud had just run head-long into her artifact user, a moody teen with a chip on her shoulder, some Poe on her brain, and something old and crumbly to make this town a little more to her liking. Yikes. Best to keep close to her, maybe.

“Look, I’m, uh...investigating this. It’s a long a story. But I could use your help. Who else was at the party that night that’s still in town? I’m guessing this Delia person, maybe you...?”

(Claudia):

Talk about taking the wind out of someone’s sails. Claudia deflated in nearly an instant: had her excitement smelled of too little apathy or something? She’d thought for sure Wednesday Addams here would’ve been willing to tell her all about the town’s weirdness, if only because she was…. Because she was what? Not exactly a federal agent (yet). Not a collector of things old, strange, and spooky (as far this chick knew). She wasn’t anyone. Just a tourist.

Balloon, meet needle. POP!

“The, uh…the sightings?” she tried instead, leveling a strange look Lydia’s way.

“Levitating tables, shrimp-hand-monsters, half-finished sculptures coming to life? The weirdness?” Claudia had been banking on something from the Poltergeist set, maybe, or maybe something had belonged to Marjorie Bowens…. “I mean, no offense, but it’s very…–you just look like you would’ve known.”

                ❝Oh, that’s right - the shrimp-hand-monsters,❞ Lydia draws out, making it sound like she remembered something absolutely shocking to her. At the time it did surprise her seeing food jump out of the bowl like that and attack their dinner guests, but the whole thing was hilarious and amusing to her. Just not scary enough to get them out of the house, but make her parents want to exploit the hauntings instead. No way was she going to let the redhead in on that though.

                ❝Yeah, Delia really gets creative in the kitchen.❞ the raven haired girl went on to say, casually covering what had actually happened. ❝You should see what she cooks up when she’s in the mood for some Chinese food. Egg rolls look like some kind of wall you have to pass just to get to the lo mein. Like I said - creative, like she’s on the Food Network channel or something.❞ Her brows raised at the accusation. Of course she looked the part, but -  ❝That’s judgmental, isn’t it?❞

✘ leave the clever one-liners to the professionals ✘

“Clod Claud. Really.” Her tone was as flat and unamused as the joke itself. Claudia rolled her eyes and shot Jinksy THAT LOOK, the one that said “you done fucked up, kid,” and smirked at him a little. Poor guy. He’ll get there eventually....

“You know those names only work if you don’t sound like you’re talking a baby, right? ‘Wittle Jinksy want go Warehouse wif Claud-Claud?’ See what I mean? Nice try, Stinky Jinksy. Point One to the Claudster.”

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                                            a goblin babe!

attraction meme

Send my muse "So, what do I have to do to get a kiss from someone like you?"

                                                k̪͉͠n̖o͉̜̼͎͡c̠͕̫̫̠̀k̪̝̯̩̯̣͟ ̣̗̣ͅk̳̣n̷̘͖̟͍͙͉̣o̮̰c̤̰͇̪k̛̲͔̱̣̺

                                      independent  &  semi-selective                                   claudia donovan of warehouse 13                                                     written by ren

                                                        evil never read so good!

mywhataguy replied to your photo:                          ��ℕ����ℙ��ℕ����ℕ��   &  ...

HOW DARE YOU U LIL GOO

;;i made others

slight color variations really but aye. if you’d just tell me what you WANT for once, i could even try to make you a halfway decent promo for a change.

                         𝕀ℕ𝔻𝔼ℙ𝔼ℕ𝔻𝔼ℕ𝕋   &   𝕊𝔼𝕃𝔼ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕍𝔼

Say it again!                 Who's a man among men?                                                     And then say it once more,                                                                                      Who's that hero next door?

                                             Who's a super success?                                                     Don't you know?                                                    Can't you guess?

             𝕃𝔼𝔽𝕆𝕌   𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄   𝔹𝔼𝔸𝕌𝕋𝕐   𝔸ℕ𝔻   𝕋ℍ𝔼   𝔹𝔼𝔸𝕊𝕋

* CUE AWKWARD NERDS

“Uhm. No. For the sixth time, not magic.”

“Science.” 

Claudia gestured vaguely around the room, the Gooery, which smelled faintly of fudge and slime. She even stopped and patted the machine twice, turning to look at Dylan. If he was going to be a Warehouse agent, he was going to have to get used to working with Goo. It was kind of a pivotal part of the job, after all.

“Think of it like--ugh. Okay, Mildred Hubble, potions you gotta drink, right? You can’t just splash a potion on something and make it work. That’s literally all you do to make Goo work. So, not magic. Science. Science I don’t UNDERSTAND, okay, but science all the same. And not magic.

“Although,” Claudia added after a tight moment, turning almost sheepishly in Dylan’s direction, “that’s got to be pretty awesome. Magic, I mean. I always wondered about having, y’know, cool mutant powers or whatever. So. Point to you there.”

*

i don’t remember the meme but it was basically “your muse kisses mine”

Oh...oh God...yeah, that was definitely bile rising up in Claudia’s throat. She pushed her assailant away but otherwise didn’t move except to turn her head, just in case she needed to heave.

“Seriously...--s-seriously uncool, dude.” And hopefully not artifact-related, ‘cause she didn’t feel like trying to beat down a guy twice her size while the Tesla was so far out of reach.