#multimuse online

Describe your muse on anon and my muse will say if they would date them or not.

...She cleared her throat. Despite being a cloud of stardust. With no throat to speak of.

"...Fascinating."

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SEND A ‘ʘ‿ʘ’ IF YOUR MUSE FINDS MY MUSE ATTRACTIVE.

KILLIAN, YOUR TASTE IS IMPECCABLE??

I'll list three for each! Some of them I'm sure I could grab more for.

Nel:

Dragula by Rob Zombie

Dance Macabre by Ghost

Black No. 1 by Type O Negative

Nacara:

Fer-de-Lance by Linea Aspera

Hurricane by Ego Likeness

Save Your Serpent by Ego Likeness

Lethe:

The Grim Reaper by Wumpscut

Kiss the Stars by Diva Destruction

The presence of another human being did calm John down insignificantly, even though it turned out to be more foreign than he initially thought. Still, no harm done, she was still alive. Especially that she appeared to be familiar with the area to mention the antique shop, which he glanced behind and frowned deeply at.

          “No---no, my friend down there. He’s the detective, not me.”

Yeah, not him, thank God. He was just fine staying in the hospital fixing up people who were sick or injured. Not that he was even doing that at the moment. He blinked several times at the next phrases though. De-stabilize? Well, Sherlock hadn’t mentioned anything of that such, and he would have noticed. On the other hand, what was her job? She looked rather young for what she just said.

I would enable but I know very little about them so please tell me something you've always wanted to explore with him! Like a wishlist thread! ))

AH yes let me see what my wishlist from my archive had for him!

SEND MY MUSE “>:)” TO TRAP THEM BETWEEN YOUR MUSE AND A WALL, CAGED IN THEIR ARMS!

Thriffith’s back collided with the cliff face and the knight yelped in surprise. His eyes flickered up from the figure pinning him to the slope of the mountainside past the other’s shoulder. There came the whoosh of trees swaying in a sudden gust, then splitting, cracking--a rush of rubble and dirt thundered down from the cliffs. Where once Thrriffith walked moments before, debris cascaded and tore through the trees. 

Wide eyes looked up to Killian. His lips parted in a failed grasp for words.

This had to be one of the best errands he had to run for Sherlock-----not that any other errands had been ever good, but they were a kick to his adrenaline, and this one kicked him somewhere in the head.

John was mesmerized. He didn’t even notice the silence that befell the interior of the tent as he watched, listened, stared at her as she sang. He probably should be observing the audience or his environment, but he couldn’t help but be fixed upon her. Maybe his detective friend had warned him about this, but it had gone over his head even until he was approached again, only aware that the performance was over when she spoke to him.

          “Sorry! Sorry, I mean---that was, amazing, I mean---           I have a few questions for you, nothing invasive, I           promise. If you don’t mind, somewhere private, or           in your comfort zone, at least?”

Reading:

"Am I dramatic? Yes. Is it justified? Also yes." - Aeron (Misc) (because we love a dramatic queen XD)

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❝Well, it's going to be getting in my way real fast. I best recommend you to move your dramatic self a bit far from here, okay?❞ Although it did get on his nerves and it's shown with the edge to his tone, Vasco carefully picked his words together. A dagger being thrown in the direction of Aeron, though he returned his gaze back to his crew, ensuring they were careful with the crates.