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Meet My Muses |
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First up, Lance Alvers. Jeez, where would I be without Lance? Well, I would probably have a better grip on my sanity without him. It's all good though, I love em'!
Lance spends most of his time locked in my closet feeding off pancakes and other flat foods that I slid under the door for him every now and then! |
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Next, Legolas Greenleaf. Yes, that hunky oh so cute Elf from Middle Earth shares space in my head! Leggy has no idea way he is my muse, or why I chose him.
He can mostly be found weeping in a corner or shooting Lance with arrows. (That's the funny thing about muses, they don't die when hit by sharp objects that are hurtled toward them at high velocities!) *shrug* Anywayz, he does not like Lance much, and is usually a great resource when it come to writting song fics, or poetry. |
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Next up, Remy Le Beau aka Gambit. His is a sad twisted story folks. *sigh* He was not my muse to begin with, but my friends Betsy's instead. Well, she kicked him out once she got Nightcrawler as a muse. He was given to me with only a cardboard box to live in. He seems to like that box though, so I do not take it off him. |
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Lastly, we have Craig Parker and Orlando Bloom. Well, they ain't muses, they're people. *shrug* Oh well! I do have oh so dreamy pictures of them up on my wall that I drool over whenever I get stuck writting and what not! LOL!
Well, there they are. Yes, I am derranged and yes, I am extremly off when it comes to mental stability. Ike I said though, it's all good though! Tee-hee! ^_^ |
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