MOVED TO FRCGMENTMUSES

Hey everyone!

Just a heads up I’ll be archiving my blog today!

I’ll post a promo for the new one in a few hours, but rn I’m gonna head to dinner and stuff. I’ve been meaning to move for awhile, this blog has become really cluttered and outdated and there were muses I wanted to add that I never to around too. But they’ll be on the new one!

Have you ever had those muses that only seem to crop up once a year? That you’ve considered making a blog for or adding to a Multimuse? Only to not because they’re never around very long?

Well look no further! I’ve created a discord sever for seasonal muses, from any holiday! Ranging from Christmas, to Halloween to Valentines and everything in between! OC’s and canon characters from various holiday movies and series are more than welcome.

Man sometimes my feelings on Mozenrath are way too  complicated. Like, somedays I want him to suffer for his actions. Really get what he deserves and die alone like he probably does after the end of the show.

But other days I want him to have a redemption arc where he’s somebody’s salty friend who learns what it feels like to care about someone and have someone other than Xerxes care whether he lives or dies.

“Can I help you, Princess? Or are you just snooping around for the sake of it?”

After how many times he’d been disturbed in his own home as of late, of course the Sorcerer would have put up some more substantial security measures than just his Mamluk guards and his magic tracking crystals.

Security spells were so mundane that he hadn’t needed them before.

Send in “kabedon” to pin my muse against the wall.

He’s not himself right now, dressed in white, stoic, and silent, and wrong.

Disarmed and empty, his twin fencing swords about as far away as they could be. Still rolling across the floor where she’d knocked them from his hands with a single strike of her yoyo.

For a moment he doesn’t even find the strength to move, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

Part of him still feels, somewhere tucked away under the magic that consumed him in the thralls of rage, and betrayal, and hurt. Revelations coming to light that no one was ever supposed to find out.

The truth of Hawkmoth’s identity had created an Akuma nearly completely out of control. Pion Blanc was a faceless, unstoppable monster.