A nephilim, a werewolf, and a witch walk into a bar... Not a bad joke, I swear. Meet Semira, Luna, and Ava; three women with different abilities, different stories, and different lives--but all supernatural in some way. { this is an indie multimuse for original characters, based in numerous fandoms, but completely my own. as written by megan. blog est. Oct.8.2020 }
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Royalty!AU prompts
The Guardian - Muse A is a prince/princess and heir to the throne and Muse B is the commander of their guards. Muse A needs to leave for a long trip and Muse B needs to keep them safe during the journey. The problem is, they discover a plot against Muse A’s life. Will they manage to keep them safe?
The Siege - The country is at war and the capitol is under siege. Muse A is the last living royal descent, Muse B is their faithful soldier. Muse B needs to get Muse A out of the city and back to their regrouping troops so they can take the country back.
The Marriage - Muse A and B are both of royal blood and are forced to marry for the good of both of their worlds as it’s a part of peace declaration between the nations. They see each other for the first day on their wedding day.
The Lover - Muse A is of royal blood, unhappily married with muse C. Muse B is a young and dashing knight/noble lady who serves in the court. Muse A takes liking in them, finding long forgotten happiness by their side. How far will they let the things go?
The Toy - Muse A is of royal blood, muse B is a low born. Muse A takes Muse B to court as an entertainment.
The Power - Muse A and B are young ambitious married couple who plots to get them power. Will they succeed? How much will they sacrifice in the game of thrones?
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send 🤛 to hit my muse.
for further specification:
👊 to punch my muse.
🤚 to backhand my muse.
🖐 to slap my muse.
🦶 to kick my muse.
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Reblog if it is okay if your muse is hurt, severely injured or tortured in RPs.
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Luna has a few tattoos she’s gotten through the years. When she just turned 18, she got a crescent moon on her inner right wrist. It’s small, but it’s the one that means a lot to her (probably a little more than the others, even if those mean things to her too). She got it to be in touch with her wolf nature.
She has angel wings on the back of her neck. They’re small too, just a basic black ink kind of design, and she got it the day of her father’s ‘funeral’, when the pack decided that there seemed ❝sufficient time and evidence❞ that he was not coming back alive.
The last one she got on one of her travels. She might have been a little more intoxicated than she probably should have been but she loved the design, and just had to have it as a memory of her time in Ireland. It’s a celtic knot (kind of like this) on her lower left ankle, and she got it when she was about 24.
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// I’m thinking I may change up a few aspects of Luna’s story. I still like the whole ‘cursed by the line of witches’ thing, but I’m not sure if I want THAT to be the reason she’s a wolf. maybe... alter it to the point that she loses control BECAUSE of the curse? I don’t know. I gotta think on things for a bit.
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𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄. ❝I told you, it was a wrong place, wrong time kinda deal.❞ That isn’t completely true, but it isn’t like she is going to admit to the cops of all people what is going on. ❝I heard a scream, and I came to see what was going on; that’s when I found them--you know, like that.❞
@stcriedtales || 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 & 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀
❝ You still have yet to explain what you were doing on that crime scene, ❞ Vaught stated, brow arced as he looked down at the young woman sitting in front of him.
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Dark red lipstick is a good way to show that you're sexy, strong, confident and possibly capable of murdering your husband for the insurance money.
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lagda:
Curling his lip into a sneer, James couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the woman. “Look doll, I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re scared of me. But the point still stands— I would sell you for a corn chip. Hell, I’d even sell you for a used up piece of bubble gum.” Distantly, the man wondered how he even got himself into this situation in the first place. Despite his pride over his religion, his immortality wasn’t something that he showed to other beings willy-nilly.
James lightly scratched at his neck. The deep laceration he had that travelled from his right shoulder to his left collarbone was almost completely healed by now; although the drying blood did make it uncomfortable. “I don’t need your god. I have my own.” Bringing out his pendant that displayed the unique sign of the god of pain, James’s smile ceased as he reverently quoted scripture, “You who disregards the suffering of others God shall smite, and upon your death shall you know fear, shall you know agony, and in the final moments, shall you be given unto him, Jashin-sama, God of Suffering and Bringer of Agonies, and he shall embrace you.“ Sure, he was quick to joke about a lot of things, but his religion was something that he would never talk about lightly.
Then suddenly, James was running to where the woman was, a wild grin on his face as he crowed, “Alright, let’s fucking play! If I win, you gotta get me new clothes because the blood on my shirt is making me itch.”
𝐀𝐕𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, especially when he started sounding like he was quoting something. Great, the witch thought. Like I haven’t heard enough of people quoting things at me! She summoned fire to her hand; it was always her go-to in terms of spells, as flames flickered and flashed in her palm.
And when the other started to rush her, she grinned. Widely. ❝Oh I wouldn’t worry about that,❞ she hissed, as that smile stayed on Ava’s expression and she made the fire grow up the length of her arm. ❝You’ll be doing a lot more than itch when I’m through--❞
She hurled some of the fire towards him, aiming right for his chest.
❝You have no idea what I’ve been through, if you think a little thing like you is gonna do anything.❞ Sure, he wasn’t little, but the point still stood. Ava’s eyes shone darkly, more spells (each one more lethal-like than the last) floating through her mind.
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channel the anger swelling inside you; fighting the boundary ‘till you break through. deep in your soul there’s no hesitation – so make yourself the one they all fear.
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Greek mythology from A to Z:
[H] - Hecate (Ἑκάτη) is the goddess of magic and witchcraft. She was also closely associated to the spiritual world, ghosts, and the dead.
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KATHERINE MCNAMARA Photographed by Chelsea Lauren (July 2020)
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“𝐎𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍,” she pressed next. Sam had a feeling her friend would react like this to her latest hookup with the original hybrid. “You know I have very little restaint when it comes to him.” She admitted. “I was- I am done!” The ravenette tried to tell her. “It was a mistake…” Okay, maybe it was more than that but she couldn’t tell Ava that. Why did she always go back to him, who knew? Was it love or a whole other thing? She sighed as looked over at her. “Is it really that awful? It only happened once!”
𝐀𝐕𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, like the answer should be obvious by now. ❝He’s using you, Sam, don’t you see that?❞ This--this addiction Samantha Salvatore seemed to possess when Klaus Mikaelson was concerned was something Ava would never understand. Sure, he was good-looking, powerful--all things that might attract just about anyone but surely that was all the more reason to keep Sam away. ❝Whatever he’s saying to you, it’s not true. You know that, right?❞
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i only set you on fire a little bit. grow up.
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