Mordecai's Muse

**mordecai's muse** _ **written by: ash cinder** _ _ **commissioned by: anonymous** _ mordecai got the art studio ready as he waited for margaret to show up, he placed the couch in just

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The Rooftop Muse

I'm just saying that ideas tend to float around until the muse finds someone who will both listen and act on the idea!)

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Sketching a Muse

If you are also interested in getting a story for yourself, considering commissioning me :3 characters and artword belongs to castle cats posted using postybirb sketching a muse by olemgar/rodrigulino for lavy1 story contains: male/female,

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Mayor consequences

Damn, what a slow day he thought, as he leaned over the steering wheel of his taxicab. He sighed and tapped on the dashboard, waiting for a customer. Why did he have to work on such a beautiful sunny day in spring? With this much light and heat, people...

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A Day With My Muse

But regardless, i really have no basis to compare dragonien to anyone else's muse... so for all i know he could be a dime a dozen. or the only of his kind... but to me he feels like the latter.

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An Unusual Pregnancy

She showed not her face, but fain would amaze my muse through command of her quill, inspiring wit; to fave and critique...

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A Forgotten Princess's Musings

#1 of musings of a fallen princess i can still remember that moment. the instant those swirling colors of the rainbow engulfed me. i feared it would spell my end. i struggled, trying to resist it. and in the end, i faltered.

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Dreams and Musings: Manta

In a land far away, on a town by the sea, a boy lived with his father and his young sister. His mother had died after childbirth, and because of this, the father was left on his own with the children. They lived quaint and simple lives on a small house...

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A Writer and his Muse

"fair enough," i told this creature, my muse, as i walked towards the bed. "what do you want to know?" she watched me approach with that same little smile, laying back on the bed and stretching her arms over her head.

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You Are My Muse

"it's thanks to you, my muse." i told her.

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