Cha-Ching!

RULES:

Being private and selective is a personal care choice. Interacting with others be hard at times yo, so please respect that.

Please don’t try and force ships. I want them to happen as much as anyone, but chemistry between muses is like people. Some move fast, some move slow.

Muse =/= Mun. It shouldn’t have to be said, but sadly it does and thus here it stands.

Cross-fandom is A-okay! Who doesn’t like shenanigans? Also Anna is the epitome of living crack-shipping/threads. OCs are welcome as well!

Mun is of legal age so smut is not off limits. Anything smut related will be placed under read mores. I don’t have a tag yet for it, but when I do tags will be added but not retroactively unless deemed necessary

Please don’t godmod. If you have ideas for actions or whatnot, run it by me. That’s something that, like normal etiquette, should be applied.

No magic anons. Period. Not up for debate.

Finally, please don’t ask me about replies. I get to them as soon as I can.

As a final note, anything of mine you see posted by following Pen Names WAS NOT STOLEN. They have received my explicit permission to use anything I make in regards to writing and chances are they put together my themes and graphics.

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The Curator

   Ah, he’s greeted with more playful mischievousness. Truly fate was aligning with him this day. The man doesn’t skip a beat, he casually seating himself upon an open spot on the stall, grin never leaving his features.

          “A little birdie told me that there MIGHT, just hear me, MIGHT be a new item or two that would aid in my poison making schemes. You know me, a connoisseur of all things in this field.”

   It wouldn’t be the first time nor the last time he sought out new herbs and the like for his concoctions of both boon and bane to mankind.

           “No catch, just an honest exchange of coin for goods, yeah? Yeah.”

@turnaprofit

          “Well then. What have we here, so many goods and discounts and I – “

   There’s a loud JINGLE of coins as he lifts a rather hefty coin purse, shaking it a bit.

          “ – Am hard pressed to relieve myself of some of this weight. Whaddya say? Think we can strike a deal, madam?”

   A grin paints itself onto his features, eyes clearly full of MISCHIEF and MIRTH. It seemed things were going rather well for the man this day.

turnaprofit replied to your post: “So… In your absence I filled the void in my…

“I made our struggling nation filthy rich! It didn’t fill the hole though so… Please don’t leave me behind again!”

           “I will never leave you behind again. In fact… I…”

   Well. She had attempted to make a smooth move, but instead chickened out. She never was good with being a smooth talker in the form of romantics.

 Morning had come. The light of dawn brought warmth to Anna’s face as she sat curled up against the wall on her bed. Day seven without sleep. The warmth was always the same when it came to spring, but it didn’t match the warmth of her adopted child. Her son. His smile, the way he called her ‘Mama’, how eager he was to be just like her. Now that was gone, never to return. The scream as he was lost to the darkness of the cliffs below rang in her ears still. The sound was maddening enough that the merchant covered her ears to block out a sound only in her head.

 When the memory faded the red head let out a sigh. She crawled out of bed, lacking the signature enthusiasm Anna and her siblings were known for. Feet were dragged as the woman meandered into the bathroom and looked in her mirror. The exhaustion and suffering was clear on her face. Makeup was used to conceal what was necessary, making sure things blended well and looked natural. Once done Anna gave her big signature smile at the mirror.

turnaprofit:

“You know, I always thought royals to be good at riding horses, but after two days of getting some amazing pictures of Chrom being a failure I’m starting to wonder…. If I married into the family that’d make me so filthy rich due to their own blunders. I never thought I’d say this, but I think I might actually enjoy my father in law.”

           “And my wife is at it again…”

“W-why should someone step on you? W-wouldn’t that hurt?”