#( wardrobe tag tba. )
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beau's aliases:
damien hwang - jasper qian - james armstrong- park dae hwan - francis vale - sebastian lee - kai jeong - tyer choi
#top to bottom / left to right#𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 : study ─ b. carnegie#wardrobe tag tba#𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 : images ─ b. carnegie#not pictured: different cadence / different posture / different accents
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Thinking about Kaz yes and how he definitely rocks some 'girl clothes'. Nothing super femme but anyone fashion forward would know some of his hand-me-downs came from his older sisters. Rocks the skinny jeans and the deep v-necks, bootcut jeans that flare out a little, spaghetti strap tops tho he usually wears those with a flannel.
#Kaz Mighty Med Tag Tba#(Kaz has older siblings and 90% of his wardrobe is hand-me-downs from them)#(he has 11 siblings save him. save him oh my god)#✧˖*°࿐ OOC // ROAD WORK ahead? uh i sure HOPE so.
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DAYLIGHT
—husband! scaramouche x fem kitsune wife! reader
synopsis: two abandoned immortal beings found each other, despite the pain and betrayals they kept themselves at each other's sides.
genre: strangers to lovers and then strangers again, angst, fluff, spice, slight slow burn.
warnings: mentions of death, torture, dark themes that are not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Established relationship, will have some major timeskips.
status: currently being written, no released date yet.
tag list: closed
Masterlist | PLAYLIST
Ꮺ CHAPTERS
00 — Playlist
01 — Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
02 — tba
03 — tba
04 — tba
05 — tba
06 — tba
07 — tba
08 — tba
09 — tba
10 — tba
11 — tba
12 — tba
13 — tba
14 — tba
15 — tba
Ꮺ MISCELLANEOUS
[y/n]'s wardrobe [pinterest board]
a/n: each chapter has like sub chapters? like 1.1, 1.2, 1.3, etc. This will be the official book to my husband scaramouche fic. Just send me an ask or comment if you want to be added to the tag list because tumblr doesn't show comments notifs sometimes:(
a/n: I'll just focus on the extra ch/oneshots.
tags (if highlighted that means I couldn't tag you): @gekkow @scaraapologist @dollpoetwriting @pyromi @mitsu-moshi @kaocia @xiao-loyal-simp @scarasbaby @kariuu @adorablezhui @lazy-sanns @kunitaro @ozzierenato
hashtags: 「⸙͎」 DAYLIGHT | lxkewrites
#genshin impact#genshin fanfic#fanfic#fluff#lxkewrites#scaramouche genshin impact#scaramouche genshin#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche fluff#scaramouche smut#scaramouche x reader smut#scaramouche angst#「⸙͎」 DAYLIGHT#husband scaramouche#lxke's husband scaramouche works#angst#slowburn#strangers to lovers and strangers again
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need you around - robert fischer (1)
❧ no matter where i go, i always see your face
childhood best friend!robert fischer x f!reader
word count: ~1k
tags: rekindling friendships, back-story moment!
parts: tba
(ao3)
Cars pass by the café windows, the city’s ambient noise muffled by the walls separating you and the street. You’ve been sitting here for fifteen minutes now, silently praying he’d never show. You stir your tea idly, lost in thought of the man you hadn’t seen in, what… 20 or so years? You’re amazed Robert even reached out– well, his secretary did, on his behalf. How more impersonal could it get?
The two of you were practically inseparable for almost all of your childhood, ‘thick as thieves’ as his mother described. You were only 10 when she passed, but even you knew that Robert never processed it as healthy as a kid could. His sad excuse for a father certainly didn’t help– he’s why the two of you are even reconnecting again.
Maurice’s passing wasn’t sudden to you, his name has been in headlines for as long as you can remember. It’s only been relatively recently accompanied by Robert’s, ever since he moved away to work with him. You tried not to take it personally, it was inevitable with being the only son and all.
The thought of him leaving gnawed at your mind throughout your teenage years with him, but it never spoiled the fun you two got up to. With all the hormones raging through your two bodies as well as his blatant attractiveness, it was also inevitable that you fell for him– hard. God, the things you would fantasize about in the middle of pre-algebra. You can’t fathom how he never appeared to notice, you started doing your hair just like the girls he had taped in his locker– highlights and all.
Sure, the two of you shared many beds over those years, but he saw you as a sister. I mean, why else would he be shirtless 24/7 around you, or insist you could change in his room while he’s there?
Your delving into nostalgia helped no one, you knew that. But, how could you forget the way you felt when Robert left without even saying goodbye, without asking for his varsity jacket back– the very same one that still hangs in your wardrobe, that’s traveled multiple homes and states, but you’d never tell him that.
With the past behind you, it was terrifying to think of it crawling back to bite you in the ass– and that’s exactly what happened when you got that letter in the mail. At least his people had the decency not to send it in an email that’d immediately get thrown into the spam folder. The sterile legalese tone of the letter left you with a bad taste in your mouth, but you couldn’t deny the way your stomach fluttered reading his name addressed to you.
You had wondered how they’d gotten your address, but that was beside the point.
“(Y/N)?”
The speed at which you turn your head was astronomical, burdened by none of what you had just reminisced on. You’re met with the man you had seen in countless newspaper articles, the man who left you in the dust. God, he looks good.
“Hey, it’s… nice to see you, Robert,” you smile awkwardly as he sits down on the stool next to you.
He coughs, clearing his throat as he smooths his suit jacket down. Did he really need to outdress you?
“It’s really nice to see you, too, (Y/N).”
You nod, looking anywhere except at him. Robert’s nervousness was evident by his constant shifting, never seeming to be comfortable.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You’ve really made a name for yourself,” you mumble, trying your best to sound enthusiastic.
He looks at you, and you meet his cool-toned gaze, “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Leaving without saying anything, without… you know,” Robert leans closer, his sincerity practically dripping from his words.
You shrug, shaking your head slightly, “You had to go, I know how your dad was– a hardass, who wanted you to follow in his footsteps.”
Robert shuffles in his seat again, thrown off by your blunt reaction, “I’m still sorry for the radio silence. It wasn’t fair to you, not to our friendship.”
Friendship– that’s what it was, just your run-of-the-mill friendship. Nothing more, nothing less. You act as though you’re not one more punch in the gut away from crying, “Seriously, I get it. Why keep up with school friends, right? Bigger and better ventures to get on with, I guess.”
“Jesus, (Y/N), that’s not…” Robert holds his head in his hands, shaking it, “Not even fucking close to what you were to me. You were the best damn thing I had, and I fucked it up beyond repair, I guess.”
You look away, never having seen him this vulnerable before, “You didn’t fuck it up beyond repair, dipshit, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”
He smiles slightly as he sits back up, glad you’re comfortable enough with him to playfully insult him like that, “I missed you, pipsqueak. Just didn’t think I deserved to ever see you again after leaving like that.”
“What year is it, who the hell says ‘pipsqueak’ anymore?” You laugh for what feels like the first time in years. “Robert, you’re some hotshot now, I really do get it. You don’t have to beat yourself up over nothing. But, I’m glad your secretary sent me that letter regardless.”
“When will you get that I genuinely regret leaving you like that?” Robert grabs your mug to take a sip of your tea, and grimaces, “The fuck are you drinking, you some hippie now?”
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, it’s just green tea, asshat,” you steal your mug back, tension seeming to fill the air before the two of you chuckle rather loudly. Seems it wasn’t gonna be that hard to get back in the swing of things.
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Interest Check - Jax
This is an interest checkpoint for Jax, it also doubles as a tag dump for his character. Please leave 🐇 in the replies if interested (or like the post)
For multis - reply with the emote and the muse you are interested in using.
Verses | Main
Refs - TBA
;Character [Canon] - Jax
;Being a Jaxass [IC] Jax
;Jax - Aesthetic
;Photo - Jax
;Wardrobe [Jax] - Outfits
;Words of a Poet - Jax
;Headcanons - Jax
#;Character [Canon] - Jax#;Being a Jaxass [IC] Jax#;Jax - Aesthetic#;Photo - Jax#;Wardrobe [Jax] - Outfits#;Words of a Poet - Jax#;Headcanons - Jax
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"Where do the strange stay when every place turns them away?"
{ Independent, selective multi-muse, interacts from @whats-a-clever-username, Eastern Standard Timezone - canon divergent, enthusiastically OC and crossover friendly }
[ Rules + more info below - Gifs and photography in this post are mine ]
Rules 🌟 Muse Directory 🎭 Promo Posts 👁 Headcanon Masterpost 💀 Wishlist 🌑 Relationships 🗝 NPCs ⚰ Possibilities 🦑 Playlists 🪗 Interest Tracker
{ Know Their Signs }
All’s Fun and Games… : memes
(Another) Unknown Entity : anonymous
Can You See Them? : self promo
Collecting : save tag
Contact Established : threads
Did You Hear That? : dash comms
Disembodied Laughter : crack
Ears Hear : music
Eyes Read : musing
Eyes See : aesthetic
For Your Reference : blog maintenance
Headliners : all muses
If Only... : desires
Invitation Only : closed starters
Is Anybody Out There? : starter call
Is This Thing On? : muse posts
Just Another Mask : faceclaim
Lines and Colors : muse art
Offered Insight : headcanons
On the Silver Screen : visage
Pleasant Pastimes : interests
Regalia : wardrobe
Such is Predestined : queue tag
That’s All They Wrote : end thread
They Pull the Strings : OOC
They’re Listening… : asks
Walk ins Welcome : open starters
Well Lookie Here! : promos
dash games tag tba
{ Know Their Names }
Blood of Immortals : The Ichor (OC)
Blue Moon : Saint Walker
Crooked Doors : The Blight
Douce Danse Macabre : Candyman
Epistemophiliac : Bookworm
Headless Acolyte : Goswin (OC)
Hemetic Angel : Bleez
Ianus Bifrons : Two-Face
Inexhaustible Spark : The Doctor
The Inventor's Son : Antonio da Vinci (OC)
Mad as a Hare : March Harriet
Miasma of Fear : Scarecrow
Pentimento : The Artist
Rage as Blood : The Spirit
Scribe of the Gods : Thoth
A Shadow's Rage : The Wraith
Studious Botanist : Claudette Morel
Tetradexterity : Salaak
That's no Angel : Habeas Corpus (OC)
The Un-Hierophant : Sinestro
Vagrant Lazarus : Rorschach
Vox Putrescat : The Dredge
Year of the Cat : Catwoman
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In The Soup
Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam
Summary: Jason Lives AU where he and Superboy become friends, despite Bruce's disapproval of Superboy. (ft. Jason's service dog, Gromit)
Chapters: 5/?
Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Conner Kent, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech
Relationships: TBA
Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Conner Kent is Superboy, Good Friend Jason Todd, Protective Jason Todd, Overprotective Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Disabled Characters, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Developing Friendships, Sneaking Around, Disguise, Fluff and Humor, Secret Messages, Hiding in Plain Sight
Chapter Five: Everything Okay in the Home?
"And where have you been? And what are you wearing?" Rex questioned as he yanked on the button-up shirt Superboy borrowed from Jason.
"I went out for dinner," Superboy replied as he pulled Rex's cap over his face on the way to the fridge. "I told you we'd reschedule the stunt for later this week."
"You're messing with my livelihood, kid," Rex replied. Superboy grabbed a rootbeer and a carton of ice cream.
Superboy didn't reply. He dropped a scoop of ice cream into a to-go cup and poured his soda over the vanilla ice cream. "And what are you doing while my life is actively falling apart?" Rex questioned.
"I didn't get to stay for dessert. So... I'm having dessert. I might even have another microwave burrito if I'm feeling like it. Rex, I told you for the bajillionth time, I'm gonna do the stunt here... And uh—. Can we stick around for a bit? The government might not get on us about the gigs if I get enrolled in school, and you know—. Have a place of residence..."
Rex took a breath. "This city isn't the most lucrative—."
"For freaks... But maybe the city could have another hero," Superboy replied as he took a straw and spoon, letting it dance around in the cup.
"The school situation... How serious is that?" Rex questioned. He tapped on the kitchen counter.
"It's the government, Rex... I think they're pretty serious," Superboy replied. He broke the ice cream in the to-go cup, eating spoon-tipped bites of ice cream saturated in carbonated rootbeer residue. It was by no means a sophisticated dessert, but it made Superboy feel good. "They want me in a school, and I wanna attend school at Gotham Academy."
"And Roxy wants a pair of Jimmy Chus," Rex replied, "Try to be more realistic S-B."
"And another thing... I don't wanna be Superboy all the time anymore. I—. Maybe you can call me Conner when I'm dressed like this," Conner suggested.
"Conner? Where the hell did you get a name like that?" Rex asked.
"I don't know, Dad. I think it works for him... And maybe it'd help with the school thing," Roxy replied, "He could have an alter ego. All he needs is a new wardrobe... Preferably one that doesn't fit so snug." She tugged at his t-shirt.
"Not mine... I borrowed it from somebody," Conner defended himself, "And I know somebody who could get me into Gotham Academy. All I have to do is ask for their help."
He finished his rootbeer float and left Rex and Roxy with more questions than answers. He showered and slipped into bed, but not before texting Jason's phone. Conner didn't expect an answer. But he got one.
"Wanna hang out again? Or did you change your mind?" Jason replied through texts.
"Yeah... And I wanted to know if your stepmom could help me," Conner replied.
"She's not my stepmom, but yeah. Ask her in person tomorrow. Lmk, once you're on your way, I'll let you in. Pills kicked in, so I gotta go. Gn Conner," Jason answered.
"Gn, Jason," Conner replied. He stared at the ceiling until sleep flooded in.
*
Conner woke up to a phone call in the morning. Conner reached over the side of the bed, one wrist draped over his forehead as he answered. "What's up?" Conner grumbled.
"Sorry, were you asleep?" Jason asked.
"No," Conner lied. Jason laughed.
"I can call you back—."
"No... No," Conner sat up and ran a hand over his face. "What's up?"
Jason winced. "Are you hurt?" Conner asked.
"Nope," Jason replied cooly, "I fell."
"Jeez, are you okay?" Conner questioned as he got out of bed.
"Mhm. It's nothing," Jason replied, "I called to ask if you wanted to have breakfast and spend the day here. I'm making BLTs."
"Sick," Conner replied, "Let me get dressed. I'll be over there in fifteen minutes."
"No rush," Jason replied, "See you soon."
*
Meanwhile, Jason pulled himself up with Gromit's help and sat in his chair. "Good morning," Barbara greeted Jason. It wasn't a warm greeting. It felt like a question.
"Every morning is a good morning, Barbara," Jason answered, "What do you wanna know?"
"Jason, what was yesterday about?" Barbara questioned. She fixed her glasses as she looked at him. Barbara's eyes were unrelenting. They scanned him, knowing every part of him. She knew his truths and lies before he could tell them.
"I'm sorry that I lied to you about Superboy... But he seems nice. Doesn't he?" Jason asked.
"Jason... You had a panic attack yesterday," Barbara replied. Jason ran a hand through his hair. "Jason—."
"Uh-huh!" Jason interrupted. "Sorry... Yeah, sorry—. I—. Barbara, I have a confession to make. I have PTSD."
Barbara gasped, covering her mouth with one hand. "No! I never woulda guessed it," Barbara replied. Then they laughed. "Jason, does it have something to do with what Bruce did? He told me what happened that night... He told me you wouldn't talk about it."
"What is there to talk about? I don't even know what I saw," Jason lied, "I was pumped full of pain medication and—."
"Jason, he scared you that night, didn't he?" Barbara asked.
Jason tried to wheel past her, but her chair blocked him in. "Barbara cut it out. Please—."
"You promised you wouldn't mince your words with me," Barbara replied.
Jason hid his face in his hands, and Gromit rested his head on Jason's feet. "Like I said, I was messed up that night. I was on muscle relaxers, antibiotics, antidepressants, and sleeping pills and hadn't been home since before the accident... I was disoriented—."
"It doesn't make your experience any less valid or frightening, Jason. What did you feel?" Barbara asked. "I'll let you go once you're honest with me. I can't know if you're okay unless you talk to me."
"I was terrified, Barbara," Jason snapped, "I was having a bad reaction to the muscle relaxers... And I wanted him to take care of me. I wanted him, not Alfred or Dick or you or anybody else. I waited for him, and he was so messed up he didn't even see me. I know what-. I understand what he did to us, Barbara, but I never expected Bruce to pulverize him like that. He could've killed him that night... And who is Batman if—. Batman can't—."
"He was your father first. Bruce made a mistake and lost control, but you've gotta understand that it was all fresh. You were barely on solid foods after what happened to you—."
"And that's why I don't wanna be Robin anymore. If I get hurt out there, I don't know what he'll do... And that scares me. It's scarier than the thought of dying," Jason confessed, "I don't want anything to do with Robin anymore. I want Robin to stay dead."
"You still need to learn how to protect yourself, Jason. Sparring isn't about getting back in the field... It's about preparing for the inevitable. I'm not gonna push you, but I want you to know everyone would sleep a lot easier if they knew you had every tool at your disposal to protect yourself," Barbara explained, "We're not gonna be around all the time... And Bruce would have an easier time letting you grow up if he knew you'd be okay."
"Sparring, but no missions?" Jason questioned.
"Not a single one. It's a self-defense class," Barbara reassured him, "Taught by yours truly."
Jason smiled. "Barbara, has anybody ever told you you're a hardass?" Jason teased. Barbara messed up his hair.
"Just about everyone I've ever met," Barbara replied, "Now go make breakfast."
#fic#in the soup fic#superfam#batfam#Jason Todd#Bruce Wayne#Alfred Pennyworth#Barbara Gordon#Conner Kent#Roxy Leech#Rex Leech#Jason Todd Lives#Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain#Jason Todd Has PTSD#Conner Kent is Superboy#Good Friend Jason Todd#Protective Jason Todd#Overprotective Bruce Wayne#Barbara Gordon is Oracle#Disabled Characters#Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along#Good Parent Bruce Wayne#Developing Friendships#Sneaking Around#Disguise#Fluff and Humor#Secret Messages#Hiding in Plain Sight
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MENOGIAS - MUSE DIRECTORY
tag links: headcanons | about | visage
BASICS.
name: menogias
alias: general kapisas
age: >2000
p/ns: he / him
sexuality: bisexual & biromantic
height: 6'4"
hair: dark brown with golden streaks
eyes: golden yellow
full bio (tba)
VERSES.
MAIN. i am the one who lost control. | verse information
menogias has no memory of his apparent death at the hands of bonanus. when he wakes near mt. hulao, he is unaware of the time that has passed, though he soon learns that thousands of years have gone by since the war.
the true means of his revival remain unknown. after his death, m.orax buried menogias’ crystal heart beneath mt. hulao, to act as his tomb. this crystal heart was, presumably, uncovered and used to bring him back to life. such a thing bears the mark of a fatui operation; but who can tell for sure?
menogias wakes near mt. hulao sometime between the perilous trail interlude & the midpoint of the s.umeru AQ, but he doesn’t venture out of the area until around the start of the f.ontaine AQ. He makes his home in huaguang stone forest and keeps to himself until he feels more comfortable in this new l.iyue.
PAST. will these actions haunt my days.
menogias is one of the five strongest yaksha, answering the summons of m.orax to aid him in fighting the demons throughout the archon war. as a hobby, he enjoys designing clothes, many of which end up in the personal wardrobe of r.ex l.apis himself. in the end, menogias succumbs to karmic debt and dies - it is believed he and bonanus killed each other.
HARBINGER AU. a shadow of my former self. | verse information (tba)
based upon the theory that il capitano is a resurrected or copy of menogias. in this verse, he is fully aware of his previous life & demise at the hands of bonanus, and therefore keeps his true identity hidden behind a mask.
at some point after m.orax buried m.enogias’ crystal heart beneath mt. hulao, the fatui dug it up with the intentions of studying and/or possibly reviving a yaksha. unable to revive menogias in his original vessel, a new vessel was created through a collaboration between d.ottore and s.androne, and the crystal heart placed within. menogias awakes with access to both his original powers and memories.
ashamed by how he met his end, having turned against his own sibling, and enraged after learning the current state of the world and the fates of his remaining siblings (barring a.latus), menogias concedes to aid the fatui and takes his place amongst the harbingers under the alias ‘il capitano’. as a former general and a renowned soldier, he is later sent to n.atlan to join the conflicts there.
LORE.
this section is primarily for quick-access to key headcanons that are important to my portrayal, or for further information on specific aspects of their background.
character info post
general important headcanons
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{Tag Dump}
{this list will be updated as needed in the future-- but for now, time to get the basics down~}
📖{General Tags}🍰
{|ic|}
{|rp|}
{|cross over|}
{|Asks|}
{|Memes|}
{|NSFW Memes|}
{|NSFW|}
{|NSFW Adjacent|}
{|Headcanons|}
{|Musings|}
{|Body Musings|}
{|Desires|}
{|Likes|}
{|Aesthetics|}
{|Wardrobe|}
{|Food & Drinks|}
{|Visage|}
{|Saved Posts|}
{|Crack Posts|}
{|Open Starter|}
📖{Verse Tags}🍰
{|Verse: Default|}
{|Verse: Wonderland|}
📖{Specialty Tags}🍰
[TBA]
📖{Ship Tags}🍰
{|Relationships|}
#{|ooc post|}#still need to run through the manga to make more icons before i can officially start trying to write this boi--#but for now i do at least have a backlog of visual and musing posts to reblog lol#probably gonna throw in some memes at some point too-- to try and hopefully get some interactions going
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✧ * º • byan’s collections: boot edition • º * ✧
#today on: posts i've been wanting to make for a long time#and no this is not their entire collection. just some of their faves#also yes the words written on the top left pair is important#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ aesthetic ⋮ they're smirking at fresh blood.#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ HEADCANON ⋮ DANGER IN THE FABRIC OF THIS THING I MADE.#wardrobe tag tba.
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I just think abt this fit a lot :)
#shout out to the giant screen with taeil’s face on it in the bg love u king#𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 : images ─ b. carnegie#wardrobe tag tba#mobile /#may re do this post better later but idk idk
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James Hook’s fairy couture outfit for Walt Grove’s Garden Party.
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Rhaella edits 2/ ∞ : modern portrait
Originally I was only going to for the one on the left but I quite like how the one right looks, like a faded image and somehow looks more Targaryen-esque. Sadly, in the second one her eyes also turned red instead of remaining purple.
Yes, I added a dragon egg because I can.
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– green velvet suit jacket and pants, cream silk shirt underneath. custom talla tarly ring set, and patent pentoshi leather shoes; antique rose lapel pin
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Interest Check - Clara
This is an interest checkpoint for Clara, it also doubles as a tag dump for his character. Please leave 🐑 in the replies if interested (or like the post) For multis - reply with the emote and the muse you are interested in using.
Verses | Main
Refs - TBA
;Character [Canon] - Clara
;Business [IC]
;Clara - Aesthetic
;Photo - Clara
;Wardrobe [Clara] - Outfits
;Words of a Poet - Clara
;Headcanons - Clara
#;Character [Canon] - Clara#;Business [IC]#;Clara - Aesthetic#;Photo - Clara#;Wardrobe [Clara] - Outfits#;Words of a Poet - Clara#;Headcanons - Clara
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– sylva’s event look !!
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