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Mikey sank to his knees and fell over, gasping for breath. “Wha… what the h-hell–?” His expression was one of confusion and horror, and he really hoped the blade had not been made of silver.

     Meg doubted very highly that this man was even the tiniest bit sane.      She also doubted very much that he was going to let her live if she      didn’t play along with him. Meg was a reasonable young woman      (at the best of times) and she didn’t like to be sporadic. But it looked      as if she would have to for the time being, and shook her head. 

          “I should be more careful when parking this thing.” He sighed, knocking the door open button with his elbow. Too many a time had he collided with that wonderful glass elevator. And not that elevators have feelings but if they did they’d be the stupidest of friends.            “I know you dress like that for shows but- you have been in an elevator before. Right?” 

9. Muse A calls a wrong number (Muse B’s number)

He dropped the pastel blue tote bags in his hands as he leapt onto his comfortable armchair. He couldn’t take this silence anymore. He needed to talk to someone, anyone. Picking up the phone he pondered in his mind what he wanted to say. Did he want to say anything? Did he want to just listen? He wasn’t entirely sure of what he wanted, what he needed- but he knew he craved to hear a voice. A real voice.

Twiddling the pink chord in his hand he slowly dialed the number of his dearest friend. The monotonous ringing tone growing ever longer as he waited.  As the ringing tone stopped- indicating they had picked up, he began to talk without a moment to spare. “Hello, hello! It’s been a long time. A while in fact. Would you like to come round for tea? I baked the most delicious macaroons this morning.” He asked- tempting them with his treats. He waited in excitement for their reply. 

She blinked for a couple of times from the other side of the line and took away the phone from her just to see if she wasn’t dreaming and this was that confusing part were everything started to melt or turn into bright colors. But no, she seemed to be awake, she did remebered all she have done this morning and she coul even recall had burned her finger a little while cooking and the bothering feeling was still present in her hand.

Oh goodness, that meant there was a real person waiting for her answer! She had to tell him that he had got to the wrong number, but she had took a good while before noticing, would he laugh at her if she told him this? He would laugh, that of course. But she couldn’t keep him waiting for eternity! -And neither could she, there were still things in the kitchen that could burn the entire house-

“If you don’t know anyone around here then maybe you should make a friend... maybe we could be friends.” He suggested. Hoping that they would accept his offer of friendship. He hadn’t made many friends either- well, not from the city. His friends were from Loompaland. A place that sounded magical- but proved to be the alternative. 

“I mean I can’t eat all of these macaroons by myself- can I?” He asked. 

“I’m telling you, I was walking so fast I might as well have run into it.” He laughed rubbing the bruise on his chin. “It really hurts too.” He complained, smirking at the teen.  

He was about to answer but then the other question got him to instantly answer the latter over the former. 

“Like Long John Silver in Treasure Island?” He asked. “He’s missing a leg but doesn’t seem to be in pain at all.” 

“Oh- hey.” He blushed, stroking the back of his hand where she had planted the kiss. “That was cute.” He sheepishly giggled, giving the girl a darling smile and then bowing to her - lifting his hat as he did so in attempt to be a true gentleman. 

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Send me “🔪” For my muses reaction to yours stabbing them in the chest.

Mikey sank to his knees and fell over, gasping for breath. “Wha… what the h-hell–?” His expression was one of confusion and horror, and he really hoped the blade had not been made of silver.

okay i decided to end the poll today, since there are clearly two fields with the most highest votes. a lot of you decided for the roleplaying oscars and since it will likely not only be about those who participated in the giveaway, but as well for the entire roleplaying community i decided to make a post about it ( please reblog and share this )

as it is the first time i will leave it all in one part, meaning that until June 17 you all can send in your votes. the different categories for which you can vote ( and i encourage you to vote for as many as possible. you don’t need to be in the fandom to vote for those, but everyone has roleplayed in AUs or cracks and thus you will very likely be familiar with some ). will all be counted in percentages and i will message the voted once to give me their follower count so i can calculate it with their count. meaning even ‘smaller’ people have a chance to win.  as i promised caesar will announce the winner and if you want to help me or just make something nice about the community (anything positive about fandoms or roleplayers) you are very much able to submit it! ( when submitting please tag it with ‘other’ furthermore i already said you can help me choose the categories! so aside from the list i found on the tumblr app from dear-indies and collected those fandom i know are huge, be aware that regarding the fandom awards i can’t put in every small fandom. however, there will be a small fandom award.  furthermore there will be more awards and you can help me add them! if you have any ideas please send them in and i will consider them.

VOTING WILL START ON JUNE 14 ;; UNTIL THEN YOU CAN SEND ME CATEGORIES! PLEASE CHECK OUT THE ORIGINAL POST TO STAY UPDATED!