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It’s been years
but I think I might be back... at least a little and I am restarting this blog because I miss this muse. Hi.
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I am retiring Rory. Tomorrow this blog will officially be Pollux's blog. He will have existed but is now dead in all verses. Sorry everyone who cares :(
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Reblog this if your muse has pretty eyes.
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Changes coming to this blog soon... stay tuned.
Snake Kiss
“Well if it isn’t Miss Tanaka out after lights out” he said with a smile. The Slythering Prefect said as he moved toward the lake. He looked around and noticed a couple of other kids and then just turned back to the brunette just in front of him. He stretched out his shoulders and then cracked his neck before sitting down near the water himself.
“If you get caught then you deserve detention and if you say I saw you and didn’t tell...” he shrugged as he took out a cigarette and went to light it with a wave of his hand “no one is going to believe you.” his smile was so feline one would almost swear he was an animagus... “Want one?” he offered with his still in his mouth.
The Prince of Slytherin
It was a new moon that night, there was a bite to the air that was so proper of the end of spring when it happened. Magic.
When a child is born people usually expect some kind of cheering, some emotion, some warmth to come from the new parents. However on that cold June night two children (under the astrological sign of Gemini, of all things) were born. First came the biggest one, a boy, with dark hair and a loud cry and then a couple of minutes later a smaller boy, barely breathing with the same unruly dark hair but paler skin. This should have been happy times but when you are the children of a marriage that lacked in everything that makes you feel good it was only a moment of decisions. Pollux Altair and Castor Kiran Lacounte were the cement that was needed to seal their parent’s fate. They put the nail in a coffin that shouldn’t have been a coffin at all. The Lacounte twins were merely a decision, not a light to be held up at night which made the choosing of their names all the more ironic.
However there was light in both children and it shone brightly enough to even gander a bit of affection from a cold and ruthless father. Early on in life Pollux learned that if you want to survive you have to be smart about it. Lying became a way of life for him and he was good at it. He needed to lie to protect himself, to be the perfect son and also to protect his younger twin who was much too soft spoken and much too kind to have been born to two people who were nothing but harsh. Pollux could mask his kindness, make it seem cold in his parent’s eyes and be the center of attention when Castor needed to not have eyes on him. He did everything in his power to ensure his twin’s safety and then the safety of the siblings that followed.
If there was ever an easy house choosing ceremony it was Pollux Altair. There was no hesitation, not a single moment wasted because he knew from the moment he had been born that he belonged in Slytherin. The only moment of perceived doubt was when he asked silently for his brother to be sorted into Slytherin too.
“Please” he had whispered “or father will be angry. Please sort my brother in our house. I will guide him there. Sort my twin in Slytherin”
So the hat did and the only thing that he whispered to Castor Kiran when the hat was put atop his head was this:
“In Slytherin you go, the house where blood is always thicker than water”
The prince of Slytherin was what Pollux became known as… and for good reason. A Slytherin always takes care of their own and makes sure those that think they can see through you only see what you want them to see.
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Just a friendly PSA ;;
The roleplaying community is absolutely terrible now in the sense of useless hate spreading to petty drama & just otherwise unnecessary conflict to give others a bad name from the years I’ve been here. Holy shit we’re not in a teen movie. The drama & the hatred isn’t cool. So, here’s my declaration: I don’t care who your muse is, who you are, what ethnicity or gender or sexuality you are; you are quality & awesome in your own sense. You keep doing what you’re doing & don’t let anyone let you down. Roleplay that muse you love, roleplay in whatever format you want, roleplay things others wouldn’t dare to. Ultimately, do what makes you happy & comfortable as well as for the others around you. Don’t allow the hate to overrule the love, & certainly don’t let yourself get stepped over by others. No matter what anyone says, you’re you & we all are small cogs in the machine that is this community. Don’t let some person who wouldn’t dare show their face & tell you these things upfront to break you. You are as important & as cool as the next person. I promise.
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Guys, please remember, if you follow me and you’re expecting a greeting post for your character—
I don’t do greeting posts.
Greeting posts get dropped easily and get repetitive fast.
I am more than happy to plot, tho. Because plotting is fun.
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We all make mistakes in RP, reblog if it’s okay for your partners to politely message you if you have missed one of their rules or made a mistake about their character’s information
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Reblog and add your name, pronouns, and age in the tags.
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reblog if you would ship with more than one muse on a multimuse.
i’ve never been really sure if people are okay with multiple ships with multiple characters on a multimuse blog and i wish this were more common :-/
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“[choked up] I thought I lost you.”
Pollux blinked up and saw Drew’s face looking down at him. He tried to move but quickly reconsidered that idea when the pain hit him. For a moment it was hard for him to remember what had happened but then the images came back in flashes. There had been a giant scorpion in the woods and he had ran head first to help the oter campers. Of course there was never just one of everythign and he had been stung… Still he had fought as the poison made it through his body and then… Nothing. He had beat one of them but he was sure he’d not make it this time and then he woke up here. His hand shook a little as he went to grab Drew’s own. “You’ll never lose me, ever” he said and attempted a smile “I’m alright” more like he had just very nearly avoided death but he was okay. He had people that needed him to be alive and he was not going to let them down. @drew-a-tanaka
Drew pressed a kiss to his forehead tears still spilling from her eyes hoping his mantra would stop because she could not bear the hurt in his voice as he tried to remind her he was different “It is ok Lux, I know, you are different and I like you for you not because of something or someone else.”
Pollux wasn’t Cas and Drew knew that better than anyone. She had loved one and now was in love with the other. It made her feel trashy and scummy because she was now the girl who not only had a thing for her sister’s baby daddy but her best friends ex and her dead boyfriends brother. If that wasn’t all colours and shades of fucked up she didn’t know what was. But the heart wants what it wants but it wasn’t because Lux was like Cas but because he was so different and he made her feel differently, opening up was still hard with him but she was getting there with him.
Wiping her eyes she squeezed his hand to show that she heard him. “Good because I can’t see a moment when I won’t need you.” She couldn’t believe she had been so close to losing him today that her mind still reeled by thought of that. Guessing that he was still in pain she took the blanket kicking off her heel and decided lay next to him wrapping her arms around him “They are going to keep you in for a day or two which means no leaving Lux, everyone is fine they just want you to get better. How are you feeling?”
Lux had always had a thing for Drew but she was just so off limits for all the things she knew already. Their lives were a mess of missed connections. But one day Lux realized that it was stupid to be with someone so wonderful and pure as Lou wen his heart longed for someone else...
When he felt her come over to the bed he smiled a little and moved sos eh would fit. He leaned over to kiss her forehead and nodded “I’ve been better. Drew promise me you won’t ever allow yourself to get stung repeatedly by a giant scorpion. It hurts a lot” Pollux had a certain way of speakng that a lot of people mistook for an accent, in a way it was an accent just not from anywhere in particular... it was the kind of accent that meant you were raised in expensive private schools, it was the accent of children that had never wanted for anything, it was the accent of money. Here at camp he could mask it, make himself sound norma but right now he couldn’t help it and he sounded like the rich brat he was deep down.
“I’m glad the kitten wasn’t here” he meant his son, he always called him kitten. “I don’t want him to find out, alright” he shook his head a little “it’s not like Lynn will tell him” there was bitterness to his voice but actually he and Lynn were getting along better! They could even have conversation now without a lawyer present! It was still hard though as Lynn was still so overprotective and Lux was still so very angry at her.
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violet eyes would greet Drew's dark ones when she woke up "daddy said you were having bad dreams" the child said as he studied the person like a kitten would "I made you a flower" and he brought his hand up to her to show her a tiny daisy. (this is from Lysander ;) )
Drew had gotten a good night sleep finally something that was rare to her at the best of times. Instead of Lux’s chest she felt a pillow and yawning she decided to stop being lazy and get up. Turning in the bed she came face to face with a pair of violet eyes that made her jump, hand to her chest she pushed her dark mass of curls from her face and looked curiously at the little kid. Happy that she hadn’t cursed she looked around wondering who this kid belong to. Her brain seemed to catch up to rest of her and she figured this was Lux’s child “Yes your daddy helps make bad dreams go away.” Drew said thankful she was wearing appropriate clothing, she noticed dark hair and curious eyes and a sweetness that just seemed to emulate from him, this was defiantly Pollux’s child. Taking the flower she smiled sitting up “Thank you. I’m Drew Tanaka a friend of your dads and you are Lysander right? Do you you know where your dad went?”
@dea
Drew looked around noticing that Rory’s shoes weren’t in the corner where they usually were. Normally she wouldn’t have worried about it too much but if Lux was worried then there had to be something to be worried about. He seemed fine the last time she’d seen him. They had been talking about his latest escapades. Lysander’s seemed to be very astute for someone so young and his question threw her, she had no intention of answers him because talking to kids 101 had to be not to frighten the living shit out of them right? Happy with the change of subject she smiled and stood up writing a note for Lux to say where they both would be and then holding her out to him she slipped her feet into her heels “Well come on then, I have three cats who loves visitors and like to play a lot.” Walking with Lysander she left the cabin squinting her eyes at the glare of the sun wishing she had carried her sunglasses with her “How long are you visiting with your dad for?”
When Drew mentioned cats she might as well have mentioned a mountain made of of chocolate or maybe a tower of grapefruit (he’s a strange child, okay?) because he just stopped and stared at her withh adoring eyes “three kitties?” he asked in such a pure and innocent childlike disbelief. “I love kitties!” he said with a smile and went to take Drew’s hand. Seriously kidnapping this child would be a breeze. When they made it out of the cabin and Drew asked about him staying with his dad he sort of frowned “I dunno must have been a long time because mummy felt sad” he said before looking out and seeing.... his daddy! “Daddy!” he yelled and started to run off to him, Lux holding out his arms and catching the little boy in them and snuggling him.
Pollux Altair was clearly obsessed with this child. He hugged him so tightly one would think he was scared of him disappearing (he was) and the way he held him with his eyes closed and just catching is sweet baby scent made it clear: Pollux was completely in love with his son.
The little boy started wiggling suddeny and gesturing toward Drew and Lux came over, looking like all the light in the world was radiating off of him thanks to how happy he was to have Ly with him, with a smile.
“My son tells me you promised to let him pet your kitties. Well he said another word that rhymes with kitties but I am choosing to assume he meant kitties”
don't mind her, she's just gonna shoot a quick wave at pollux and then she's hurrying along, hoping that she won't be stopped because there's a magical project going on - as there often is - and she needs to finish it today, thanks.
Pollux noticed the wave and also the hurry. You didn’t need to be an empat to notice that. “Do you really don’t want to talk to me that bad, Lou?” he asked as he watched her and shook his head. @nosestealer
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out of curiosity, since there’s a post circulating about roleplaying with muses 25+, who here would be open to roleplaying with muses 35+ or even 40+? please reblog if you would.
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