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There is a plea sent to the high-above, the heavens that seem to ignore the wishes of those on the ground.
“Help us,” they say. “Please. Forgive us.”
Clouds part and that is as good a sign as any.

Independent Multi-Muse roleplay account featuring muses from FOX’s “Gotham”, Tim Burton’s “Alice in Wonderland”, The Chronicles of Narnia, original characters and so many more all with an underlining theme of heaven and hell.

Originally @veniials under the pen-name Eden, now, evermore, AMITY.
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I’m doing a soft reboot of this blog - I shall be moving to @lessersinned within a matter of days, just to do a small bout of Spring cleaning.

Let it be known: if you chose not to follow me over there, that is more than fair my lovelies but I shall be over there, setting things up/tags/installing my new theme!

All drafts/memes/etc shall be carried over there too!

I’m also going under a new alias, not because of any issue or anything but it’s been on my mind for awhile

My real name is Lauren and I’m more than happy to go by that, and I love the alias Eden as it holds sentimental value to me but, my new alias online shall be Amity.

I do not mind being called any of those things however. <3

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Thank you my lovelies. I’ll be setting up the tagging system now/unwinding after a long week - my d/iscord is Self-crowned Amity#0185 for mutuals!
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so apparently some people feel like it’s annoying when someone engages with a lot of stuff from the same person, like going through their ship tag and liking all the content there. 
hearing about this, i was immediately paranoid about reblogging literally anything from anyone i don’t talk to on a regular basis.
so to save others from the same paranoia, i’m gonna say that if you like every single post on my goddamn blog it is okay. i might be kind of concerned about your level of time management, going through 23,000 posts, but it wouldn’t bother me. 
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I keep promising I’ll write but then all sorts of work-related things come up and sap me of my energy, but perhaps tonight! And if not, later on this week, as I’m giving myself a nice long weekend to recover from everything.
Be at peace, dear ones - IM’s are open for mutuals and my disco handle is  être dans la lune#0185 for mutuals as well!
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✿ ———— beauty and the beast sentence starters.

’ How can you read this? There’s no pictures! ’ ’ Well, some people use their imagination… ’ ’ This is the day your dreams come true. ’ ’ I’m-I’m speechless. I really don’t know what to say. ’ ’ Say you’ll marry me! ’ ’ I just don’t deserve you! ’ ’ I want to do something for him/her… but what? ’ ’ No, no! It’s got to be more something more special than that! ’ ’ This is yet another example of the late neoclassic Baroque period. ’ ’ If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had feelings for this monster. ’ ’ I thought I told you to come down to dinner! ’ ’ I’m not hungry! ’ ’ You’ll come out, or I’ll-I’ll-I’ll break down the door! ’ ’ Will you come down to dinner? ’ ’ It would give me great pleasure… ’ ’ We say please. ’ ’ You can’t stay in there forever! ’ ’ Fine! Then go ahead and starve! ’ ’ Oh dear. That didn’t go very well at all, did it? ’ ’ If she/he doesn’t eat with me, then she/he doesn’t eat at all! ’ ’ Who said anything about the castle being enchanted? ’ ’ It was you, wasn’t it? ’ ’ Oh, you look so… so… ’ ’ Not quite the word I was looking for, but perhaps a - little more off the top. ’ ’ Maybe some other time… ’ ’ _______, you are positively primeval! ’ ’ Why did you come here? ’ ’ Do you realize what you could have done? ’ ’ I didn’t mean any harm. ’ ’ Please… stop… ’ ’ Who’s there? Who are you? ’ ’ I’ve come for my father. Please, let him out! Can’t you see, he’s sick? ’ ’ Please, I’ll do anything! ’ ’ Oh, there must be some way I can… ’ ’ Then he/she shouldn’t have trespassed here! ’ ’ The master of this castle… ’ ’ Wait! Take me instead. ’ ’ You don’t know what you’re doing! ’ ’ Yes. But… you must promise to stay here forever! ’ ’ Come into the light… ’ ’ You have my word… ’ ’ For who could ever learn to love a beast? ’ ’ Do I still have to sleep in the cupboard? ’ ’ That’s not a request! ’ ’ I’ve been burnt by you before! ’ ’ I’m afraid I’ve been thinking… ’ ’ If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much! ’ ’ Well, if you hadn’t have run away, this wouldn’t have happened! ’ ’ If you hadn’t frightened me, I wouldn’t have run away! ’ ’ Well you shouldn’t have been in the west wing! ’ ’ Well, you should learn to control your temper! ’ ’ Now, hold still. This might sting a little. ’ ’ By the way, thank you… for saving my life. ’ ’ Couldn’t keep quiet, could we? ’ ’ Just had to invite him/her to stay, didn’t we? ’ ’ I was trying to be hospitable. ’ ’ I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. ’ ’ I want so much more than they’ve got planned… ’ ’ Well, Your Highness, I must say everything is going just swimmingly. ’ ’ I knew you had it in you, ha ha! ’ ’ You what? How could you do that? ’ ’ I use antlers in all of my decorating! ’ ’ I-I-I was lost in the woods, and-and… ’ ’ Please, I meant no harm. I-I just need a place to stay. ’ ’ What’re you staring at? ’ ’ I’ll give you a place to stay. ’ ’ No, no! Please! Don’t, no! ’ ’ I’d like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. ’ ’ Sir, close that at once! Do you mind? ’ ’ It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. ’ ’ Oh, must help her/him to see past all that. ’ ’ Well, you can start by making yourself more presentable. ’ ’ Oh, it’s no use. ’ ’ I don’t know how. ’ ’ Come, come, show me the smile. ’ ’ There’s a stranger here! ’ ’ Pardon me, Master… ’ ’ Leave me in peace. ’ ’ It doesn’t matter now. Just let them come. ’ ’ I’ll show you to your room. ’ ’ Do you wanna stay in the tower? ’ ’ You must control your temper! ’ ’ Of course I came back. I couldn’t let them… oh, this is all my fault! ’ ’ You… you came back. ’ ’ If only I had gotten here sooner. ’ ’ Maybe… maybe… it’s better… it’s better this way. ’ ’ Don’t talk like that! You’ll be alright. ’ ’ We’re together now; everything’s going to be fine, you’ll see… ’ ’ And at least… at least I got to see you… one last time. ’ ’ Please. Please… Please don’t leave me. ’ ’ Well, perhaps there’s something there that wasn’t there before. ’ ’ There may be something there that wasn’t there before. ’ ’ Shh. I’ll tell you when you’re older. ’ ’ I’ll not have you making up such wild stories. ’ ’ Let me go! Let me go, please! Don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything! Anything! ’ ’ I’m… I’m about ready to give up on this hunk of junk. ’ ’ This castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you like, except the West Wing. ’ ’ I mean it this time! I’ll never get this boneheaded contraption to work! ’ ’ Well, what are we waiting for? ’ ’ I’ll have this thing fixed in no time! ’ ’ You really believe that? ’ ’ Be our guest. ’ ’ Is it dangerous? ’ ’ Oh no, he’d/she’d never hurt anyone. ’ ’ Hmmm. Could you read it again? ’ ’ Why don’t you read it to me? ’ ’ You mean, you never learned? ’ ’ I learned… a little. It’s just been… so long. ’ ’ Well, here, I’ll help you. ’ ’ What would you say if you and I took a walk over to the tavern and took a look at my trophies? ’

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Muses to add on this blog in the coming month: Juli Kidman - The Evil Within Ariel - Disney’s “The Little Mermaid” Audrina - “My Sweet Audrina” by V.C Andrews Alice Liddell from American McGee’s “Alice Madness” Misa Amane from Death Note And more to come. <3
Edit: Lenny from Legion/their own blog maybe Stefano Valentini/their own blog maybe Final Fantasy VII muses *vibrates out of my bones*
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Writing to come this evening! I’m gonna post some of the drafts I have/place them in my queue.

For now though, I’m gonna keep watching my TEW walkthrough/consider writing as Juli Kidman on this blog and then, see if I truly do have my Stefano Valentini muse.

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I’m also quite sad as some friends of mine left/archived and I’m unsure where some went but, hopefully, they’re having fun elsewhere. <3
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That ballet - and calling it a ballet is an injustice, it was visual storytelling at its finest - was absolutely incredible. Shen Yue is a word meaning “a dance of the heavenly beings on earth/divine creatures on earth” was multiple stories told by dance, instruments, colors, and a little bit of magic. 
I absolutely loved it. I cried at least twelve times but didn’t ruin my makeup, I cheered, and had a wonderful night in a snowy city that reminded me a lot of Gotham.
The time to write is nigh my ladies and lords - I hope your Saturday has gone so, so wonderfully. <3
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Pardon the messy formatting but tonight is the incredible visual ballet! After, more writing to be done, and I checked my schedule and it looks like at the end of the month, the insanity dies down.
If anyone would like a starter/mutuals only, let me know by liking this post/specifying which muse you’d like!
After the ballet, my head will be full of colors and dreams, I just know it.
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     you can’t blame me for being all   old  -  fashioned.        maybe this time things would start properly, maybe now he would be able to ask for what he truly needed.      you return every time you die and  you don’t need  someone like me to do so.       the doctor was still curious of how he was able to live again, over and over again, every time he died and not with the help of some necromancer.           i need to know for something i’m working  on .   

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 and then, something akin to repulsion passes over his features and it shows - his hands clutch the arm-rests of the chair, he blinks, he exhales, he tries to calm himself and he fails - and then, finally, Bart just laughs.

“That’s right---perceptive of you. I don’t even know what to say.”

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Aside from, what he was going to say next.

“You need to know? Fine. Whatever you need, doctor, whatever you need but in turn---I’m gonna ask for something in return, not sure what yet, but, it seems only fair. Answers for answers.”

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it was strange,  strange how her soul brightens so much and just through eyes and smiles.  something very particular in her that called his attention above the rest of the women that worked there.  the doctor might be   RUSTY   AT   SOCIAL GRACES   but yet he tries his best to be as educated as he could possible be.      I haven’t .       half closed eyes for a moment while he pretends to think but he  laughs a little as he winks .       at least not this week.         there was some truth in behind that lie.  he hadn’t used his powers. no one have been pulled out of the grave, not this week, and probably not the next one. 
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warm hand burning his cold one with the shake. he could feel her warmness and softness, details that matter to him.  hand is gently removed from her shake and placed back to his side.  he likes what comes off her mouth next. talking somewhere else.           well seeing that our talk is about  LIFE  and DEATH,   and  giving the fact that i do want to continue ,  i might  offer you having this  at some graveyard, unless it scares you.   

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 how to emerge from the frenzy that has become her life. Wake up, eat something, and race to work and above all, be kind.

She does her best to do all of those things, and, add a thin tabby cat to the mix, and that is her life. Crossword puzzles on the weekends, baths, hot tea - she was perfectly normal, perfectly average, but she had fought long and hard to get here, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Identity is not so much questioned as it is reassured when she takes his hand and she smiles unbeknownst to herself, flattered by him, charmed by him - and she wonders how it is that so many people can take advantage of their coworkers, perfect strangers, and not go the extra mile to get to know them, this she thinks about as she stands here with him, her hand in his, and he’s chilled and she thinks that’s exciting - and she exhales, laughing slightly, without nerves.

“This week? Well, maybe next week will be busier - say hello to Jack Skellington for me, he’s kind of the life of my Halloween party.”

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Which consists of her and her cat and if she’s not at work, then, it’s postponed until a much later date.

She’s comfortable enough with him already to be joking around and she hopes that he isn’t as serious as she initially thinks, she hopes he is the sort of man who she can kid around with.

And then, the graveyard is mentioned and her smile widens, her eyes growing larger at the thought.

“---can it be a picnic? I imagine the dead get hungry, and so will we.”

Was she really...she was.

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A beautiful conversation with my youngest sister just took place, and I’m very grateful to her. We touched base on a lot of things, got to know one another more, and I feel so full and warm.
More writing to come - and I’m on a roll! - after a nice, hot shower. <3
d/iscord drop/mutuals only: TIGHTROPE WALKER#0185
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SMART  ---------  a smart woman. he have listen to her little talks from time to time,  those  hall  random talks that doctors used to have sometimes in their free time. he always pays attention to everything but he always remain  QUIET.  he knew she was  a clever woman and now with her answer it made him confirm it.        science   fiction    isn’t something we should take that slightly .        there he was joking a little about his own words, but he honestly agrees with what she was saying.          i do agree with that , you can do and create many things with body parts and so with genetic .  usually the soul leaves and there’s no way to bring it back, but perhaps and just perhaps it does exist a way to bring it back or maybe there’s a way to bring people  back but it will always remain alive under someone else’s command.    
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he knew well that the only way he could keep people alive after bringing them back it was  only under his command and that always used to take so much power so at the end  the so called life would end dying once again .        mmh ... last time i checked  i was named Damon, but i can be victor if you like it better.          little smile onto his face as he offers his hand to her .         pleasure ms, Thompkins.    

𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍, she repeats. She was correct, she tries never to forget names, but with the insanity and busyness of her day-to-day life sometimes, the minor details are lost to her.

She doesn’t want that to be, with this particular colleague of hers, and the thought spikes through her logic, her bearings, and her ankles wobble. Sometimes people aren’t meant to forget the little things, not when they’re attached to someone else, to someone who’s fascinating in his own right.

To mysteries, those she loves, loves with the eagerness of girlhood, of summer, of strong winds that take away all of the rain.

Pink flushes her face again but her smile is soft, serene, closed lips without teeth until she speaks, and it pours from her, a warmth she seeks to maintain no matter the day, no matter the interaction.

“Damon it is - unless I learn you’ve made a creature somewhere, then I’ll call you Victor. And if so, I hope you made them a bride, that’s truly all the creature wanted - companionship.”

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She shakes his hand and she wonders if this is some sort of strange foreshadowing. She doesn’t believe in that, either, you either do things in this world or you don’t, you either act or you don’t.

Every action has an equal or opposite reaction. The same can be said for people.

“Damon, sometime, would you like to continue this conversation somewhere that isn’t the hallway?”

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