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THIS BLOG IS NO LONGER ACTIVE, I WILL BE TRANSFERRING ALL OF MY DRAFTS OVER TO @incverse WHERE I WILL ALSO TRANSFER ALL OF MY MUSES. IT’LL BE ONE VERY BIG VERY ORGANIZED MULTIMUSE BLOG AND IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION AT THE MOMENT TO GET IT ORGANIZED, BUT IF YOU WANT TO CONTINUE OUR THREADS PLEASE FOLLOW ME OVER THERE. IF YOU’RE CONCERNED ABOUT LOSING THE THREAD, EVERY DRAFT WILL @ THE PERSON INVOLVED IN THE THREAD, THANK YOU.

So… I’m off hiatus, but I was wondering - how would people feel if I converted this blog (@treasonousphoenix) to a multimuse containing all of the muses from my currently active blogs ( @hatter-witch @latreia-tetartou @fili-thanatou and @mxnxchrxme-dream ), along with some muses from other blogs I no longer use, like Elliot Ebner from @angelxfjudgement and Izaiah + Zephyr from @x-ardesco ? My main muses will still be Riley, Zai, Nam and Nid, and I will introduce any other OCs as side characters.

So to know what you guys think I made a strawpoll. 

I’m still on Hiatus, I’m not coming out just yet, but I HAVE been lurking and I know everyone is freaking out about the tumblr NSFW purge and is afraid their accounts will be deleted. In the event mine is, I am most active on at the following link.:

So in the event you want to keep in contact, whether our blogs get deleted or not, or you just want to place where you can freelly post your NSFW art without worrying about getting deleted or kicked out, here is a link to my content creator Discord server, for writing, drawing, roleplaying, OC talk (everyone gets their own personal room to yammer about their characters and considering a majority of people on there are artists, there’s a big chance your OC will get drawn if you allow it) and various other interests including video games and musicals. It IS big, not as far as members but as far as the amount of rooms so here’s a warning about that. 

IF YOU DECIDE TO JOIN, PLEASE LET US KNOW IF YOU’RE AN ADULT OR MINOR, WE DO NOT WANT TO EXPOSE MINORS TO THE NSFW AREAS. Thank you. 

I apologize for not being on here much. There has been a medical emergency in my family, so I’ll be on a short hiatus (hopefully) on all of my blogs until it gets sorted out.

My apologies.

Reblog if you love all of your rp partners <3

“...No. Because then you have to mask the annoying noises and all the snot and those ugly face wrinkles you get when you cry, and then everything gets all wet-”

hatter-witch‌:

“Crying over stupid shit makes you instantly less huggable, I hope you know that.”

Now he feels bad.

“….Weh.” She just poutily grunts in reply to his words. “Crying sometimes makes people cuter, doesn’t it?”

💬💬

If you could tell your muse anything, what would it be?

So, there’s a few things I’d tell a couple of muses on here. I’d probably tell Markel he’s Doing A Good Job And Keep It Up Because He Deserves Good Things.

I’d tell Riley there’s a headless lady looking for him, get lots of gold. 

Mox I would... probably just s quish. 

Mun Vs. Muse

Send one to ask…

👿 Something you and your muse strongly disagree on? 😇 Something you and your muse strongly agree on? 🤝 In general, would you and your muse get along?  🖐 How would you react if you happened to meet the muse in real life?  💬 If you could tell your muse anything, what would it be?  🌌 If you and your muse swapped places for a day how screwed would you be?  🤬 Who has the shorter temper?  🚑 Who takes better care of themselves?  📝 Is the muse cooperative or do they like to take the wheel when it comes to threads?  👕 Who has better fashion sense?  🌈 In general, who’s more positive?  💭 If the muse could say one thing to you, what do you think they’d say? 🔒 What’s one thing about your muse that you still can’t figure out?   📅 Who’s older?  ⏰ Who’s better at keeping track of time?  📞 Who’s more likely to ask for help first? 👟 Who can run faster?   ➕ Who’s better at math?  🔪 If the muse and mun got into a (physical) fight, who would win? 

For Munday, anonymously ask the mun something you want to know about them, their portrayal, or what they will/won’t write.

Especially if it’s something you’re too shy or afraid to ask off-anon. 

(Admin note: If you reblog this from someone, try to send them something, even if it’s just a basic question. The mun will really appreciate it.)

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“…..I was having a good day. We were ALL having a good day.”

“…What’s a cu-”

“CHILD NO!”

Insanity pauses, blinking as they look over to where the Dullahan’s head should be, before they begin laughing hysterically once more. “Hahahaha, oh my god! I totally forgot! You can’t do that now, can you? Hahahahaha~!”

The reaper’s eyes flash, and the bring a hand up to clutch a handful of their hair. “Hehehehe…yes, yes, that’s what I am…a worthless, pathetic waste-of-space that can’t do anything right. The galaxy would be much better off if I wasn’t around, but the galaxy won’t let me kill myself~!”

They begin twitching unstably, their mouth fully forming a maniacal grin as more tears spill from their eye. “Well, I’m dead and I get people killed~!” They extend a hand, a gigantic diamond pickaxe appearing in it. “If you want, I can…demonstrate.”

Aife picked up her whip from her side - it was one that she normally used to blind mortals when they saw her. It was made of bone and leather, she’d made it herself from her first victim. 

“If it’s a fight ye want,” she started with a growl in her voice and a crack of her whip. “It’s a fight you’ll get.”:

No doubt, this thing would have no effect on a Fae born from the dead like she was, right?!

♫ - (thenarratorsgalaxy)

@thenarratorsgalaxy

RATS

The Dullahan looked around the area at her work, miasma wafting from her headless neck like smoke - all of them, every last one, deserved this. 

The entire town was empty now, empty of anything living save for the rats and roaches that crawled along the heaps of dead bodies. Houses burned. Diners were destroyed - and there she stood, the horrid witch of vengeance. 

Witch, that’s what they called her. Here it was, 200 years after she had been decapitated for “witchcraft”. And not by any Judge or Jury - mob justice was a hell of a thing, wasn’t it? 

So she had returned, on the search for her missing head. Returned to the place that started it all. 

Her green dress was spiled red with the blood of humans. Filthy humans, they deserved this!

“Uh- Well- You know. Like, Stuff-. As-” Astrology? Astronomy? Kitz could help the small bit of panic that took over at the question. She cleared her throat “As-Astrolomy-”

Astrolomy?

Really?

Stata crossed her arms, though it was impossible for her to have any sort of expression other than emojis, her body language was clear that she wasn’t buying that.

>Astrolomy

>Astrolomy

>Really? :/

>You can lie better than that, my dude. 

>Astrolomy ://///////

@odharnaiit x

The woods helped clear her head. No matter how eerie it might have felt, it was better than someplace buzzing with people and noise. Here, she didn’t have to be aware.

Well, that’s what she thought, at least.

The sound of… A horse. And what must be some sort of horse-lead vehicle got her attention from where she had been watching the ground pass by under her feet.

It sounded like it was going rather fast too. And this wasn’t wide enough for passing if it was really something like that. “….Ah-”

“Ah fuck-!”

“Out of the way!” came a gruff howl from the coachman... coachwoman? The carriage was being pulled by a large horse, one larger than many other horses, with no... head. Nothing but a foul miasma coming from a hole in its neck. And the coachwoman? A headless woman with an ax at her side, clad in green. Her skin was a sickly pallid and rotting color, her head?

Also missing.

She raised her whip, made of the leather from human skin and the bones of someone’s spine, raising it up high and whipping the dead horse.

The carriage did not stop for Sol, isn’t running right into her... and passing through. The cold and uncomfortable feeling of a living death. If she opened her eyes, she may have spotted a bloody sack of heads. 

After the carriage had made it all the way through her.... it stopped. Right there, in the middle of the dirt road, blocking the way forward.

I’m alive, I swear! Ben over at @mxnxchrxme-dream and I’m back over here now.

Riley watched as the tall man slowly revealed his face. The monster could see now that he, too, was not normal. Just… Who and what WERE these people? They weren’t Servants, but they didn’t seem like Phantasmals, either… It was this that forced the monster to finally speak, despite her difficulties doing so.

“I… Am… Lost.” It was clear that she struggled to get the words out, but she knew she had to, for neither Mash nor Mordred was here to translate for her. “Where… Am I? How… Did I… Get here?”

“Well, I... Assume you walked? You’re in Newchappel, Ireland.” The man seemed confused for a moment before his smile returned and he held out his hand. “I’m Riley Night, we could help with directions if that’s what ya need. That there is my assistant, Ms. Isurus Mako Antoinette.”

The blue, shark-like woman raised a hand in a wave. “I got a map upstairs if ya need it,” she replied.

The small cat king looked at his bag, then at the older fae. “...Decide what?” he asked. “I want a treat!”

He grinned, one of his ears twitching. The boy seemed to be only... maybe 9 or 10. 

"Trick or treeeeat!" (Kellas @ Crystallin)

“….. You’re going t’ have t’ decide before I can give you one,” Crystallin finally stated, looking at the visitor in her shop.