M!As

Deadly Insomniac: Your muse is unable to sleep for a specified amount of time regardless of how many attempts they make, becoming extremely tired, weak and dangerously volatile.
Childlike Innocence: Muse is mysteriously transformed into their small childhood form for a specified amount of time, accompanied with all the usual juvenile behaviours.
Personality Swap: Muse's usual personality is suddenly switched with another's for a specified amount of time, causing them to act like that person perfectly. Anon decides who.
Cross-dresser: Muse becomes a cross dresser for a specified amount of time, dressing up as the opposite sex.
Animal Suits!: Anon chooses an animal Muse must dress up as for a specified amount of time, imitating it's behaviour and characteristic traits.
Charmingly Flirtatious: Muse becomes a dazzling romantic for a specified amount of time, flirting with everyone regardless of gender, current relationship or sexual preferences.
Deliriously Drunk: Muse becomes excessively drunk for a specified amount of time, acting oddly and hallucinating occasionally. Muse may react to drunkenness however they please.
Shape Shifter: Anon decides what form Muse changes into, whether it be an animal, person, or even an object.
Player: Muse attempts to get in bed with everyone for a specified amount of time.
Lost: Muse becomes hopelessly lost, loosing all sense of direction they previously had.
Sex Change: Muse turns into the opposite sex for a specified amount of time.
Habitually Violent: Muse becomes extremely violent and will attempt to pick fights with anyone they talk to.
Leather Panties and Stockings: Muse is forced to dress up in a very sexual manner for a specified amount of time, becoming extremely horny as a result.
Crossover: Muse becomes part of another fandom for a specified amount of time. Anon decides what.
Sweet Lips: Muse will give a kiss to anyone who utters the words 'sweet lips'. Can be via ask, replies or rebloging.
Docilely Submissive: Muse becomes an adorable little uke for a specified amount of time, as obedient as a dog and as playful as a kitten. Anon may choose who for.
Aggressively Dominant: Muse becomes a sadistic seme for a specified amount of time. Anon may choose who for.
Amnesia: Muse forgets everything about themselves, from their name to what they ate for breakfast.
OOC: Muse becomes seriously out of character for a specified amount of time.
Delusions of Grandeur: Muse starts to believe they are better than everyone, becomes the most important person in their universe and has a false sense of confidence, bragging about everything.
Of Love and Stuffing: Muse starts carrying around a plushy, becoming extremely attached to it. Anon may specify what, or else it is Muse's most loved person, thing, or animal.

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((Left an ask. :3))

Anonymously send me “❤” + a url and I’ll kiss whomever it is.

(Source: melodies-and-sitar)

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Megan Lassiter | Jim & Roselyn

dangerslut:

“Ah, yes,” replies Roselyn, noting the possessive emphasis in Mr. Moriarty’s tone. “You’re very lucky to have him.” She wouldn’t dare touch Sebastian Moran; she valued her life too much. “But if you excuse me, I have to go get the lilies. I forgot them in her bedroom.”

Roselyn turns away from Moriarty and walk through the living room and into Megan’s bedroom. There was a large basket covered with a blanket full of white lilies sitting in the center of Megan’s bed. Megan had spent a good hour cutting all the flowers from their stems, but the added work was well worth it. White lilies where Megan’s favorite. Roselyn also grabs a pack of large sewing needles and heavy duty thread out of her purse and toss them on top of the blanket. She picks up the basket and makes her way back to Megan and Moriarty.      

Roselyn wants Sebastian- well, as far as Jim can tell, she wants his innards in a bucket and his body open on her living room floor. It would be a lovely sight, of course, and he allows himself to entertain the mental image for a while before realizing she’s still talking. “Lilies?” he mumbles to himself, grinning and shaking his head. How disgustingly sentimental. Not that Jim dislikes flowers particularly- he doesn’t like them, of course, but then he doesn’t like anything. And Jim has had enough dealing with killers to know they have a very particular way in which they like to kill. 

He waits with Megan’s body, venturing closely and gently nudging her head to the side with the toe of his shoe. “Poor dear,” he sighs, tsking and shaking his head. “Your business is murder. You should’ve known the signs. I’d say I’ll miss you, but I really won’t.” And he straightens her head, smoothing back a stray lock of hair and straightening up as Roselyn comes back. “How lovely,” he deadpans, looking at the flowers.

yourmajestyvetis started following you

yourmajestyvetis:

Vetis should have realized it was a trap, but the entire move was quite brazen and absolutely stupid. But he realized that the man was absolutely serious in this threat. “I do not work for humans. This… This doesn’t… This is not how this works,” Vetis said, fumbling for words, but it was… Well, it appeared that this was how it was going to work, whether or not he liked it. Because Vetis did not want to take any chances. When an archangel was summoned, they had one purpose and one purpose only. 

Metatron would smite Vetis and that would be the end of Corruption entirely.

Vetis swallowed thickly and glared at the human. Oh, he was most certainly corrupt, and no matter how enticing that was, Vetis was not happy. “Fine… Fine, we’ll do this your way,” Vetis murmurs, upset with how easily fooled he was by a human.

“It’s how it’s working now,” Jim countered, patting Vetis’s shoulder and finding the sensation of touching a demon so horrifying that he vowed to never do so again, stepping to the side and closing the book again. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fun. You love corruption, and so do I,” he chirped cheerfully. “And I’ve got plenty more chocolate where that came from.” In a stark contrast to Vetis’s near panic, Jim was calm and cheerful, excited by the prospect of having an actual demon as an employee. In truth, he had never intended to summon an archangel. Metatron would be just as likely to kill him as Vetis- after all, he was the closest to a demon a human could be.

“Thank you,” Jim said finally when Vetis agreed, nodding slowly and pressing his hands together to show respect. That was how he treated his clients, after all- properly showing gratitude after a client made a sacrifice would make him appreciate his decision and be primed to Jim’s will in the future. He had no idea if it would work with a demon but it was worth a try. “I’d like to discuss how I can best utilize your talents and find tasks for you that you’ll enjoy. What are you good at?”

(Source: thecitybreaking)

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Megan Lassiter | Jim & Roselyn

dangerslut:

“I wondered where she got that from,” said Roselyn, placing the lungs in the bucket. It was almost full to the brim with viscera, but the lid would fit on it just fine. She stood up then, looking down at the body in front of her. Megan’s heart was the only organ in her abdominal cavity now, and it was time for Roselyn to get the flowers, thread and sewing needle that she had left in Megan’s bedroom. Pale, split open and hollowed out except for her heart; Megan was a vision of beauty and serenity, and Roselyn needs to pay tribute to that. It almost physically pains her to even think of not doing so.   

 Just as she turns to collect the last of her supplies, something dawned on the Roselyn. “Wait. I thought your right hand man smoked. Oh what’s his name,” pointed out the serial killer, snapping her bloody fingers as she tried to remember the man’s name. He was just her type for man, tall, strong, confident, dangerous. The type of man she likes to knock down a few pegs. Too bad really, but she knew it would be a very poor choice her part to even stalk the man knowing who he belonged to. She could easily find others like him.  

Jim remembers very well where Lassiter got it from. He remembers the sound of her whimpering as he stubbed the cigarette out on her wrist, not wanting to show weakness by making more of a noise. That had been disappointing, but he’d thought it showed good character. Apparently he was wrong, he thinks sourly. She was an idiot, and now she’s a dead idiot. Perhaps he’s being childish, but it doesn’t matter. On the outside, he appears as cool and calm as ever, gazing out with only an expression of vague annoyance. 

Roselyn seems to be finished, so Jim stands, brushing off his clothes and turning to her with a smile to thank her for her time. But then she mentions his favorite pet, and Jim’s smile fades again. “Sebastian Moran,” he fills in. “My right hand man, yes.” Emphasis on “my”. Sebastian will never end up lying on this tarp on the floor, empty save for his heart. Not unless Jim is the one to put him there.