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[Due to an artist error, I ended up arting Willow and not realizing I was doing the wrong character until the sketch was already finished. SORRY!!]

The strange, the wild, the bizarre, the eclectic. Indie multimuse RP/ask, for those who embody, or simply exist within, a particular type of odd-ness. Robots, monsters, billionaires, detectives, time travelers, and a mouse who really didn’t ask for all of this mayhem.

Featuring muses (with more surely to come) from Disney, Portal, webcomics, and other misc pieces of nostalgia. We have hat-doffing galore!

Whoops, sorry, I’ve been doing school things most of the day, so I haven’t been on tumblr ^^;;

I’m assuming you’re asking about Seduce Me fics? Tbh I’ve only got one WIP for SM that I still have to finish, but whenever I have the chance to write lately I’ve been drabbling in FFXV, soooo 

*goes to nearest casino with only the intent of playing some blackjack*

"Primm's gone to hell, youngster"

Drabble Me meme“Break Me” → for an angsty drabble about our characters.

It was never Regina’s intention to let it all play out that way. She didn’t want to do it; didn’t want to fight against the man who was apparently the father of her child. But her mother was right. He was a stranger, nothing more, one Regina couldn’t even let herself trust. And really, how could she?Robin Locksley didn’t strike her as the most reliable guy, not after all she learned about him, and dear God it was still a mystery to Regina how she even ended up with him in the first place! How could she trust him when there was an innocent five year old child in the picture who never even met his brother and grandmother because of Robin’s dirty little games of power display? A five year old child who was raised by another woman and away from his own biological family? It didn’t matter that Regina had no memory of ever carrying the child, he was hers, that she knew for certain. And Maybe the father was only a stranger, maybe he meant nothing to her now, but she’d be damned if she let her own flesh and blood spend the rest of his life away from his family. Roland belonged with his mother, with his older brother and grandmother, not with anyone else. Let alone a dysfunctional father and some woman who was possibly as messed up as him. No matter how much Regina wanted to try and work it out with the man, she finally admitted to herself that her mother was right all along. This was a necessary step, the right one, if she wanted to keep her own family together and she wasn’t about to back down now. Not ever. Especially not as she stood in front of the man, staring blankly into his eyes without a hint of emotion or recognition before she spoke.