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GREETINGS AND WELCOME TO MY MULTI MUSE BLOG !!  You can call me Annika, 21+ living on the East Coast of the United States.

This blog is a low priority, slow activity and often runs on a queue.  MEMES !!  Are the best way to start interactions with me as I tend not to post a lot of starter calls.  IMs are always open, too, if you’d like to scream about our muses, plot or chat.

                                    MEMES.    MUSES.    STARTER CALLS.

Derek, Stiles, and Allison.

Oh, maybe Jim from Star Trek.

hes  not  going  to  admit  it  out  loud,  but  sylar  does  enjoy  the  dramatic  height  difference.   maybe  one  day  he  will  joke  about  elle  being  small  enough  to  fit  inside  his  pocket.  the  killer  certainly  would  love  to  take  her  everywhere. there  is  a  small  smile  when  their  eyes  meet,   &  oh  he  does  love  a  challenge.  spinning  them  around  sylar  walks  toward  the  bed  climbing  quickly  on  pushing  them  both  down.    ❝   move  over  a bit  kitten,  daddy  wants  to  see.  ❞  

ELLE BIT HER LIP. HARD. AND SHE LET out quite a lewd moan. She’d toyed with the idea of calling Sylar daddy. And damn, the man in question calling himself that riled the blonde up even more. Elle looked up at the man, innocent smile on her lips as she trailed a finger up and down his chest before booping his nose. “Take a peak,” she purred, rolling her hips playfully against his groin. “It’s all for you,” Elle whispered, leaning up to nibble on his ear.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” KARA DEMANDED as she set down lightly on the ground, arms crossing over her chest. She disapproved of the actions the other had taken. “I needed him to answer a few questions about his boss and operations.”  @artificiallyimplantedmemories​ asked for Kara !

HANDS CALPPED TOGETHER, DETERMINED SMILE on the youth’s lips. “Okay, Lydia.” Stiles began. “What’s the verdict?” He looked up at his partner, expectantly, hoping for good news. Screw Lydia being a harbinger of death. She was clever, smart, and could offer good news too. Stiles was practically bouncing on his toes to hear it.   @thatprettylittlething​   -   stiles   !

THE INVESTIGAIVE JOURNALIST DID HER BEST to be stealthy as she side stepped a few puddles and jumped over an open man hole cover. “Someone is severely lacking on their job,” she muttered, glancing up against so as not to lose her target. There was another vigilante in town and she wanted to know if they were a good or bad guy. You could never be too careful. Not after all the drama and shit she’d seen. Hopefully Lois could be stealthy enough and not get caught. Clark had been teaching a few tricks.

Finding a corner to settle on, camera at the ready, Lois waited for the figure to reappear again. This person --- whoever they were --- liked keeping to the shadows and darkness. Much like The Blur had. Was it another unmasked hero? Or someone doing shady business?  @artificiallyimplantedmemories​ asked for Lois !

“WELL THAT’S JUST NOT FAIR,” Oliver pouted, trying to hide the slight smile on his lips. “That was supposed to be my target.” Brown optics followed the swiftly moving shadow. Who else was at play to night? “Don’t they know it’s rude to take another man’s bad guy?” the archer muttered to himself. 

Shouldering his bow, Oliver gave chase to the stealthy shadow.  @artificiallyimplantedmemories​  asked for Oliver !