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[myriadxofxmuses]

What subtle way of saying "I love you" are you

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Ivy, Ethan

you're the exception

your emotional walls have walls. seriously, you've guarded yourself so well, you sometimes forget how to look over your own walls and see the beauty of the world outside the safety of the protection you've set up. you forget how to escape the confines you built for yourself, that is, but some people (some incredibly rare people) somehow know their way through that intricate maze of walls and thorns around you. they're the exception, and terrifying as it might be at first, you'll let them know eventually. you smile at them where you'd scowl at another. you crack a joke where you'd usually stay quiet. you find yourself opening up more than you'd ever imagined. don't tear your fortress down if you don't want to, but maybe try to build your loved ones a little home inside it instead. you don't have to be alone. you deserve better than being alone in there.

Emily, Liam

I'll wait for you.

you're a restless person, always moving from one place to another, perpetually occupied with something or other. people call you impatient. hell, you might even call *yourself* impatient! and that's fine, that's just who you are. but you'll wait for some people. you'd sit down and wait for them if they needed you to, and the first time you do, the first time you show them you'll stretch your limited patience to something limitless for them if they need it, it feels almost like a confession. you might not be very patient with the world, but there are exceptions you're more than willing to make. you're so good at making people feel like they're not a burden.

[fun-k-board]

hello! < 3

rocky rickaby general headcanons with a gn!reader?

Gets you in on his mischief, and yeah, he's regretful if you end up getting hurt, but he'll be so caught up in the thrill of it all that he may not notice until you're passed out and loopy. In which case he panics.

Okay so PDA first of all, he likes randomly hugging you out of nowhere, holding your hand as you run away from a disaster caused by him, he looks back at his masterpiece but you don't, because cool guys don't look at explosions.

Rocky will just touch you, not in a weird way, all the time! If you aren't cool with that, he has to hold himself back and shakes as if he had ten cups of coffee in the last second.

If you have a house he's asking to crash at yours most nights, if not, he asks you to be with him in his car, maybe it's just so his thing isn't glaring holes into him and haunting his sleep. He can wake up to your face instead of... That...

I know y'all see how he is with Mitzi, and I think it's canon he's only like that because he feels accepted at Lackadaisy, so, now imagine that with you but tenfold because now it's actual love. He's looking for approval in every step and although he may pry with one or two questions, is ready at your service for whatever you need.

He can go overboard and tries to do the best at whatever you've asked, this usually ends in him going mental trying to do something impossible just to see you smile.

That is of course, unless you work at Lackadaisy and do run arounds often with him, he may get you caught and you all may end up in mortal danger, but the thought is adorable god dammit.

Writes you poems and plays songs on his violin often, also I am a firm believer in the love letter agenda. They won't be too good, probably littered with spelling mistakes, crumpled papers that make it hard to read, and spilled ink. His songs are a huge improvement, all original and genuinely heaven to hear.

Rocky prefers the songs but since you may not always be near him, which makes him sad, the letters and poems are what he does most of the time.

Ivy and Freckle probably question your sanity, actually, everybody does. Viktor, Wick, Mitzi, Zib, literally everyone who knows of him thinks you may need help and or are being detained. You'd probably become very close with said people though, Viktor not so much but nobody besides Ivy is really close with him.

He can't buy you much most of the time, he can hardly afford to pay for dinner on most occasions. But, there are times where he'll save up to buy you a tie or a scarf, something you might like that doesn't have too much of a price tag. He's also not afraid to steal if he thinks he can get away with it.

While Rocky loves initiating PDA or just affection in general, he also would like for you to initiate sometimes. He understands that he needs to ask you for hugs or kisses because you can't just magically understand when he needs them, and honestly, he's not at all afraid to.

[landboundstar-writing]

Of Ghoulies And Ghosties Part 5

Repost from main blog and AO3 - with typo correction on Swamp Thing's name! Sorry, I miss things in editing. Reblog, please. And tip if you can. Also minors - be elsewhere. This fic is not for you General TW for this fic: Language, sexual content, and violence

Magic normally requires preparation, time, and energy.

That explains half the random shite I carry around with me.

I love when I don't have to do anything to get ready for a ritual.

It is rare. And I can barely manage in my own flat.

But Gotham had a ready made space, perfect to summon who I needed.

The little wildflower reclamation project looked pristine and untouched even when the concrete barriers and basketball courts yards away were covered in detritus and drug paraphernalia.

I was happy to see that met with the Jolly Green Giant's approval.

Okay, he looked more like a leafy cross between the Jolly Green Giant and something from the Black Lagoon, but even I don't look my best when I get unannounced company.

"John." He nodded in acknowledgment.

I nodded back. "Alec." I used his name, rather than his moniker or title. And people claim I have no manners?

The fact it let me speak to the spark of humanity inside of my eldritch friend was just a nice bonus.

He looked around. "Why the nice place, John?"

"Pardon?"

*Normally, you are using a potted plant. Today, a fully reclaimed wild space? John, you are a good friend. I appreciate what you have done for Abby and me in the past. But, I am not - how do you put it? Down to -"

Do a fertility rite for an eldritch swamp being just once and they never let you forget it.

"That's not what I need. It's about the job I am working. Why I am in Gotham borrowing one of Ivy's pet projects."

"Ah." Alec nodded sagely. "That explains why the plants are so nice and clean. So this isn't a hookup?"

"Maybe another time, but I'm currently on the clock. My current client is having me trying to help with a Gotham based problem. So, I was looking into all the extra magic in Gotham, like where it is coming from. It isn't the magic that is native to Gotham. Or the swamp. I checked."

Alec shook his head. "I cannot help you follow it, since it is of the red and the gray not the green."

"But, if you are guarding Slaughter Swamp and the magic reaches there, you could trace the threat. Since you speak for the trees, right?"

"That is a bit of a stretch, since I don't think it is targeting trees. But Slaughter Swamp can be problematic and does not need to have any more magical complications. And as a fellow Justice League member, I should tell you if there is a problem outside of the realm of the green that needs your assistance." He nodded. "I can work with this. I will help you."

"Thanks."

"And what will you be doing?"

"Well, they hired an investigator. So I will be investigating. I'm afraid this is turning into the trope and I'm going to have to cher chez le femme."

"And Batman is okay with this?"

I smiled, and I knew it wasn't a nice smile.

"Who said I was the only detective who would have to cher chez le femme?"

[landboundstar]

From Ghoulies And Ghosties Part 5

Been awhile, but have been working on this and some other works in progress as well as life and tending to the plot bunnies.

Magic normally requires preparation, time, and energy.

That explains half the random shite I carry around with me.

I love when I don't have to do anything to get ready for a ritual.

It is rare. And I can barely manage in my own flat.

But Gotham had a ready made space, perfect to summon who I needed.

The little wildflower reclamation project looked pristine and untouched even when the concrete barriers and basketball courts yards away were covered in detritus and drug paraphernalia.

I was happy to see that met with the Jolly Green Giant's approval.

Okay, he looked more like a leafy cross between the Jolly Green Giant and something from the Black Lagoon, but even I don't look my best when I get unannounced company.

"John." He nodded in acknowledgment.

I nodded back. "Alan." I used his name, rather than his moniker or title. And people claim I have no manners?

The fact it let me speak to the spark of humanity inside of my eldritch friend was just a nice bonus.

He looked around. "Why the nice place, John?"

"Pardon?"

*Normally, you are using a potted plant. Today, a fully reclaimed wild space? John, you are a good friend. I appreciate what you have done for Abby and me in the past. But, I am not - how do you put it? Down to -"

Do a fertility rite for an eldritch swamp being just once and they never let you forget it.

"That's not what I need. It's about the job I am working. Why I am in Gotham borrowing one of Ivy's pet projects."

"Ah." Alan nodded sagely. "That explains why the plants are so nice and clean. So this isn't a hookup?"

"Maybe another time, but I'm currently on the clock. My current client is having me trying to help with a Gotham based problem. So, I was looking into all the extra magic in Gotham, like where it is coming from. It isn't the magic that is native to Gotham. Or the swamp. I checked."

Alan shook his head. "I cannot help you follow it, since it is of the red and the gray not the green."

"But, if you are guarding Slaughter Swamp and the magic reaches there, you could trace the threat. Since you speak for the trees, right?"

"That is a bit of a stretch, since I don't think it is targeting trees. But Slaughter Swamp can be problematic and does not need to have any more magical complications. And as a fellow Justice League member, I should tell you if there is a problem outside of the realm of the green that needs your assistance." He nodded. "I can work with this. I will help you."

"Thanks."

"And what will you be doing?"

"Well, they hired an investigator. So I will be investigating. I'm afraid this is turning into the trope and I'm going to have to cher chez le femme."

"And Batman is okay with this?"

I smiled, and I knew it wasn't a nice smile.

"Who said I was the only detective who would have to cher chez le femme?"

[killiansprincss]

Could This Be Us?

This is my work for @csjanuaryjoy​ this is my first year taking part and I’m excited to share with you all! I’ve made it my goal to write more this year and this seemed like the best way to do that goal! This is just a cute fluff missing scene that I hope brings you joy!

Also on A03

Summary: set in the few weeks before 4b when everything was clam, Emma and Killian agree to babysit Neal and Emma slowly begins to let down her walls and Killian becomes vulnerable. Pure fluff. Babysitting adventures.

___

Emma was happy. The Snow Queen was gone and Gold was banished to the real world. There was nothing and nobody that could hurt them anymore. They could begin their normal life, well as normal as a town filled with fairytale characters could be. Her parents were Snow White and Prince Charming and her boyfriend was Captain Hook, so it was a little crazy, but for the first time in her life, Emma was truly happy.

She goes downstairs to see her parents cooing over her baby brother. Again, still weird that she was 30 and the same age as her parents, and had a newborn baby brother. Even weirder that he was named after her dead ex boyfriend, but his death did allow them to defeat Zelena. And she couldn’t tell them the horrible things Neal did to her, it would only ruin their sense of hope and belief that everyone could be a hero.

“Morning Kid, want me to drive you to school?” Emma asks her son, as she pours her coffee.

Henry spent 4 days at the Apartment Lot with Emma and his grandparents, and the other 3 days at Regina’s. It was their best attempt at normality, and Henry seemed to like spending time with David, dropping not so subtle hints that he wanted to take up sword fighting lessons.

“It’s okay Mom. I think I’ll walk, Ivy is meeting me early as we’ve got our science project due today so we need to go over everything.” He tells her. He was getting pretty friendly to this Ivy girl, Emma was sure he had his first crush, but wouldn’t say anything in case she ruined anything.

Checking the time and realises she’s late, she takes a final sip of her coffee before saying, “I’ve gotta go. Killian’s helping out at the station today and I’m meeting him at Granny’s for breakfast.” It had become a weekly tradition to meet Killian for breakfast, she was getting him to try everything on the menu, and this week was Pancakes with bacon and maple syrup.

“Wait, Emma before you leave.” David says, picking up Neal from his crib. “We wanted to know if you and Hook would babysit tonight. We haven’t had a night to ourselves in a while.”

Emma smiles, “We would love to. And since when do you approve of Hook babysitting? Does this mean you like him now?”

David rolls his eyes, but can’t stop the smile from his face. Truth is he was warming to the fact that a pirate was dating his daughter, he was a good guy, he cared for Emma and he was proving day by day that he wasn’t the man he was years ago. “He’s still a pirate dating my daughter, so he’s under careful supervision. But if he makes you happy I’m not standing in your way.”

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

“Morning love.” Killian waits for Emma outside the lot, which he really didn’t have to do seeing as he lives in the room he rents at Granny’s.

She gives him a quick kiss, and takes his hand as they start walking. “So my parents have asked us to babysit my brother tonight. I told them we would, I hope that’s okay.”

Killian gives Emma a worried look. “Just so you know Swan, I know nothing about babies, I’m not so sure how helpful I can be.”

Emma smiles at her boyfriend, he could’ve easily said no, but he didn’t. “That’s okay. I didn’t raise Henry, I also don’t know the first thing about babies, so it’ll be an adventure for both of us.”

Killian was so lucky. He truly was the luckiest man in the universe. He never imagined Emma would be with him in the way that she is. He also never imagine he would help look after her baby brother with her. If Liam could see him now, he hoped he would be proud.

They walk into Granny’s hand and hand and sit down in the booth. Emma orders them both Pancakes with bacon and maple syrup, and waits patiently to see what he thinks of them. She shows him that he has to cut into the fluffy circle stack and pour the syrup all over them, the more syrup the better.

His eyes go wide as he chews and realises it’s delicious. “It’s so sweet. This is breakfast food?”

Emma laughs as she digs into her plate. “Oh yeah it’s breakfast all right. I don’t know what you eat for breakfast in the Enchanted Forest but we have many sweet options in this world.”

“Much better than the things I was eating whilst at sea.” He says as he pours even more syrup onto the pancakes.

“And what was that, Rum and more Rum?” She teases as she takes a bite off her plate.

“Ha-Ha Swan. Contrary to your belief, I did eat actual food as a pirate. Not nearly as sweet as this though, it consisted of dried fruits and nuts, then once we docked into port, we were able to have bread and other fresh pastry delicacies.” He chooses to leave out that in Neverland his diet did consist mainly of Rum and non poisonous fruit from the Island.

Emma smiles. This is what happiness looks like. Watching her pirate boyfriend eating Pancakes for the first time. She could get used to it.

/\/\/\/\/\/\

That night, Killian comes over around 6. Her parents had decided to go to a restaurant in town that wasn’t Granny’s, but after constant reminding that Emma had their number to call should anything go wrong. Not that it would. Hopefully.

Emma’s donned her leather jacket for some comfy clothes, leggings and an oversized hoodie, hair in a messy bun. Not her usual sheriff, or saviour look. Killian however is still in his modern leather jacket and jeans, not quite understanding that babysitting would be much easier in comfy clothes.

“Here, put these on.” She tosses him a pair of David’s clothes, sweatpants and a grey t-shirt, hopefully her dad won’t mind, he did say he was liking Hook more and more every day.

“Swan, the clothes in your world are utterly ridiculous.” He says as comes out of the bathroom, looking a lot less like a pirate, and more like a man.

Emma smiles, she had to say he looked good in sweatpants. “Trust me if Neal pukes all over you, it’s a lot easier to get it out of an old t shirt that it would out of leather.”

Killian looked vulnerable. For the first time really. She’d seen him in a lot less clothing before, but she never noticed how vulnerable it makes him look. Underneath all the leather, was a man who had been broken before.

He looks down at his Hook, “do you want me to take this off?”

Emma immediately tells him no. “I don’t see why you should. It’s a part of you, and he’s gonna have to get used to it.”

Killian smiles, the little prince will have to get used to it. Because he’s not going anywhere, he’s sticking around. He will never leave Emma like all those before.

“So where is the Little Prince then?” He asks.

Emma leads him over to the crib in the corner of the room, “Do you want to hold him?”

Emma trusts him. Wholeheartedly. So he agrees to hold the baby.

Neal fusses at first in Killians arms, but he fusses with everyone. He just needs to get used to it.

“Am I doing it okay Swan?” Killian asks as he fusses, but he isn't crying which is a good thing.

“You're doing great.” Emma smiles at him. This was a rare sight, Captain Hook in sweatpants holding a baby. Emma was getting butterflies in her stomach looking at it. She and Killian had been together for a few months now but she could already see a future with him. Being with him was so different than it ever was with Neal, even Walsh, despite it being all fake, was so different to Killian. He never tried to shower her with gifts or presents or big romantic gestures like Walsh. Killian was just there, by her side. And that's all she wanted.

“I think the Little Prince likes me.” Kilian beams as Neal starts laughing at the faces Killian was pulling.

It was scary. Emma was sure she was in love with him. She just couldn’t bring herself to say the words out loud. Because as soon as she said them, things would change between them and it would become real. When she told Neal she loved him, he left her. Killian wouldn't leave, she knows that. But it still scares her.

“Oh no. No. Swan. What’s happening, why is the little lad crying?” Killian asks frantically, starting to panic that he was doing something wrong.

“He’s hungry,” Emma tells him, grabbing his bottle from the counter. “This should be warm enough by now.”

Killian takes the bottle and gets Neal to drink.

“You gotta make sure you’re holding his head, it’s sensitive at this age.” Emma says making his arm support her brother's head.

“You’re good at this you know.” He says as she helps him. “How is it you know all this?”

“Just watching my mom do it really. Also, my cursed memories of me raising Henry. Even though it didn’t happen, I remember learning everything from the books. I remember staying up all night when he cried, and learning how to be a mother at barely 18.” She decided to confide in him, she’s never told anyone about her cursed memories, or about her time in prison, but she feels like she can confide in him, tell him anything without being judged.

“I was 17 when I gave birth, cursed or not, I turned 18 a month later and a few weeks after that I was released from prison. It wasn’t my finest moment, but in my cursed memories I had Henry to keep me going. When I woke up and got my memories back, it made me wish I never gave him up. Because those 12 years were the best 12 years of my life.”

It feels good to open up. She’s letting him in slowly, but it feels nice. He doesn’t pry, he doesn’t ask too many questions, he just listens to her.

“After our father abandoned us, Liam practically raised me. I felt empty and hurt, but Liam, he was there even in my darkest days. The best years of my life was when we were in the Navy together, before it all went wrong.”

They were two halves of the same coin, both abandoned and lost everyone they ever cared about. But together they were healing, both themselves and each other.

“I think he likes you!” Emma says wiping her tears away as Neal becomes fascinated with Killian's Hook.

Killian looks down at the little prince in his arms to see him trying to grab his Hook with his tiny little fingers. “Everyone likes me Swan. I’m not surprised your brother does too.”

“I didn’t like you at first.” Emma teases.

“Aye but my charming wits and looks won you over eventually.” He teases back, causing the smile that he loves to see.

It would be so easy in this moment to say the three words. Killian knew it the moment she kissed him back in Neverland, and in the missing year he realised how much he loved her when he thought he’d never see her again. But he knows better. If he said the words right now, it would cause a rift, and maybe cause her to run. So he doesn’t, he will wait for her to say the words first. He’ll wait forever to hear her say it, it doesn’t matter. As long as they’re together.

“I think I’m getting the hang of it Swan!” He speaks too soon as he begins to rock the little prince to sleep, he decides to bring up the contents of his tiny stomach all over Killian.

Emma tries not to laugh, but she can’t help it as laughter fills the lot.

She takes Neal from Killian so he can clean the sick off his shirt, “told you this would be a better idea, imagine trying to get that off your leather vest. There's another one of David shirts on top of the dryer, you can put the dirty shirt in the basket with the other dirty laundry.”

Looking after her baby brother with her 300 year old boyfriend is honestly not even the weirdest thing about her life at the moment. But it’s something that she never thought she would be doing, she was 17 when she gave Henry up and she thought she would never want kids, or even be ready after that. But just seeing how good Killian was with her brother, it got her thinking could she want this life? It wasn’t off the table. A baby with her hair and Killians eyes. Maybe one day.

___

“He won’t stop crying. Why won’t he stop crying?” Emma cries. They had been trying to settle him for almost an hour now and she’s getting tired. If this was a recurring thing then maybe having a baby of her own wasn’t something she wanted. Especially as it was barely 8.30.

“What else can we try?” Killian asks with Neal in his arms trying to send him to sleep by rocking him slowly.

“I don’t suppose you know a lullaby?” Emma asks, half joking, not really expecting him to.

Except he starts to sing, or hum a melody. It’s quiet enough that she can’t hear the lyrics properly, but Neal seems to like it. So much so that it stirs him off to sleep.

Emma’s really impressed. “That doesn’t sound like a sea shanty. Since when does Captain Hook know a lullaby?”

“My mother used to sing it to me and Liam. Before she died that is.” He tells her, putting Neal down slowly into his crib.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don't be, love. It was a long time ago.”

“Can you tell me about her?” She asks.

“I was 5 when she died, Liam was 8. I don’t remember much about her, Liam probably remembers more. But I know she was tough, she wouldn’t have taken my fathers bullshit. She used to sing that to Liam and I every night before we went to sleep. I sang it to myself sometimes on the Jolly in Neverland after Liam died. It comforted me.” He brushes it off as if it’s nothing, similar to how Emma talks about her past. She takes his hand and interweines their fingers as she leads them back to the couch.

“I like hearing stories about your past. About your pre-pirate days. Reminds me you weren’t always cursed.”

She wraps her fingers around his Hook, she’s never been afraid of it. Or afraid of the man attached to the Hook. She can’t help but imagine one day a baby with her hair and his eyes fiddling with his Hook the way her brother did tonight. And that’s scary.

Emma has a way of seeing the good in him, despite his cruel actions she sees beyond it, sees the pain it’s caused him in the past few years as he attempts to better himself. “I certainly was cursed with bad luck but sadly my actions were of my own accord. But I’ll tell you one story of the time Liam and I got caught in a storm at sea. Liam was a Lieutenant at that point and wanted to prove he could handle it, the stubborn arse.”

And so he tells her stories of his time in the Navy. He tells her anything she wants to hear, and he realises this is the first time anyone has really asked about Liam, or his past. The women he spent the night with back in the Enchanted Forest, well they never did much talking. And with Milah, she was focused on forgetting her past so didn’t care much to ask about his.

“I wish you could’ve met him. He would’ve loved you.” It’s nice, speaking about Liam, telling her the stories he hasn’t really ever told anyone-or thought about in centuries.

Snow and Charming return a few hours later, to find their daughter and Hook asleep on the couch, Emma’s head resting on the Pirates chest. Snow smiles at the sight, and even David isn’t appalled at the sight either, appreciating that his daughter is happy. Snow grabs a blanket and covers the two of them.

“Is that my shirt?” David whisper screams at his wife seeing the pirate wearing his clothes.

[myriadxofxmuses]

WHAT GENRE OF BOOK WERE YOU WRITTEN FOR, AND DID YOU SURVIVE TO THE END?

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Silas

Written for a fantasy book and you lived through to see the whole story

You feel like you don’t belong here, either in real life or in the fantasy book you are written for. You always imagine there is something better out there and you hope one day to be able to find it. While you did survive you still aren’t focused on living. For now you continue to try to live in the stories written of even more fantastical ones than the one you were dropped into.

Ivy

Written for a science fiction book so you could live to see the end of the world

You work very hard and never let anything get in your way. Or at least almost anything. You are good at being aware of your surroundings and stand up for what you believe in. Of course this doesn’t always work out, you are witnessing the end of the world after all… but maybe we can just all move to Mars?

Ethan

Written for a science fiction book so your death could show off someone’s power

You are very good at being aware of your surroundings… just not when it mattered most. You have very little care for yourself and instead care more about others and what you deem to be “good”. This of course ends up with you being a sacrifice. Not only that but your death is simply overshadowed by showing off just how powerful this villain is.

[myriadxofxmuses]

@lostxones from X

She chuckled knowingly over the known reaction of their friend. "Not really a question of what. It's who?" she answered him, her smile widening. "I'm on vacation. And in Vegas. What happens here, stays here. I'm living like there's no tomorrow until we leave," she added in explanation for her rise in promiscuity as she finished unpacking.

Ivy was ready to let loose. Work had been overly taxing as of late. And her more lucrative side hustle had robbed her of what little free time she had - this time of year always seeing a spike in need for her services. She was exhausted. And needed a release. The trip couldn't have come at a better time and she planned to take full advantage of the break.

"There's no way you didn't think about getting lucky in Sin City too. You're a bigger hoe than me," she joked lightheartedly with a laugh, dropping back onto the bed with a gentle bounce.

[myriadxofxmuses]

headcanon generator — bold what applies to your muse (following in my tagger's footsteps and adding comments.)

Tagged by: @ruinedsoulsrp (tysm 🥰)

Tagging: @swimmingsirenindierp , @popularmxnster , @fxntasmagoria , @homelander-rp-blog , @lunarruled , @heartxshaped-bruises , @disposablelover , @4fter-hours , @waveofstars , @reevezs , @pcrfectillusicn and YOU!

Ivy chews their nails when nervous. (This honestly never crossed my mind, but it would actually fit so now it is CANON. Guess the generator worked.)

Ivy almost drank the lethal dosage of caffeine once. (Oh most definitely during an all-nighter online.)

Ivy's favorite color is pink.

Ethan got hit by a bus once.

Ethan almost drank the lethal dosage of caffeine once.

Ethan almost drank the lethal dosage of caffine once.

Liam watched the sonic movie. (But only because they were on the bus and travelling between shows and Silas was already watching it.)

Liam is very good at walking in platform heels.

Liam is a great artist. (He is a musician, so....)

Emily gets road rage. (100% But it is very fleeting when it happens. It never lasts long.)

Emily desperately needs a hug but doesn't know it and refuses to ask for one.

Emily was dropped out of a window as a child. (Ha ha ha, no. But she has snuck out of a few.)

[myriadxofxmuses]

What ethereal vibe do you give off?

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Ivy

Greek mythology entity

(a hush falls over the crowd just by the mere mention of your name. you've been around, you've done and seen it all, and you're still thirsty for knowledge and power. your conquests are heard of all around the world, especially how great you look in leather pants. seriously no one's managed to pull this look off, props to you)

Ethan

mysterious bookstore owner

(your bookstore/tea garden/cafe is a haven for many who were lucky enough to stumble across your (very well) hidden store. you may or may not be a very powerful immortal who now lives a quiet life. you share a likeness to someone in a photo hung up on your wall that was taken in 1902, but no one's really questioned it yet. only your most loyal customers are privy to your colourful past. oh the scandal and mystery of it all)

Liam (no FC yet)/Cooper

300 year old vampire

(you've lived through the 80s- you're pretty sure you've seen it all. wandering around the world aimlessly, you're kinda tired of everyone gawking at your otherworldly, dark beauty every time you round a corner, so you tend to leave humans alone. and yet you feel the need to use your wisdom and guide those who are lost in the world. you're pretty chill but also will bust a tear at the mere sight of a sunrise or sunset)

Lucy

woodland fairy

(so heartbreakingly selfless, it's enchanting to everyone around you, especially strangers. you are loved, adored, by everyone who gets to know you well and gets to call you their friend. sprinkle a little pixie dust on your loaf of bread and have a heavenly day you lovely creature)

[myriadxofxmuses]

— FIVE SONGS I ASSOCIATE WITH MY MUSES

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Ready to fly

Cannonball

End of Beginning

Black Rose

When You Were Young

Possum Kingdom

Natural Born Killer

See You Bleed

Twisted

Here I Am

Witchy Woman

Renegade

Raise Hell

Houdini

The Devil Wears Lace

This Means War

Indestructible

Man or a Monster

Trenches

Fortunate Son

[myriadxofxmuses]

@ruinedsoulsrp birthday starter for the twins

Brock could be so stubborn sometimes.

"It's your birthday!" Ivy argued with a frustrated sigh as she followed behind him through her place.

She was glad he couldn't see the silent scream she let out with his hesitation to go out for the night. Ivy was usually the attendee of said soiress. Not the planner. He had no idea the amount of shit she'd had to go through for this party to happen and he was not getting out of going.

"I know you don't usually like celebrating anything, but I do," she added, forcing herself in front of him so he stopped walking.

She had to pull out all the stops to get him to agree. And the one thing she knew he had a hard time ignoring was her seduction. She looked up at him with a soft smile. Her fingers found their way to his and she took a small step closer to him.

"So will you just let me treat you for once and go out?" she asked just before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, her free hand going to rest at his jawline.

She bit the widening of her smile back as they parted, her eyes taking just a momnet longer to open and find him - the moment being burned into her memory forever. Regardless of her despweate need to get him out of the house, she genuinely wanted to do something nice for him for once. Something she rarely did for anyone.

God she was falling hard for him.

"So come on," she continued without giving him the option to deny her once again. "Brooke is already waiting for us," she added, fully entangling their hands and leading him toward the front door.

[myriadxofxmuses]

❛  do you have another clever idea to get us killed?  ❜

elizabeth x ivy

@4fter-hours

"Will you relax?" she said through a laugh as she hopped in the car beside Elizabeth. "We'll be long gone before those guys even know what hit 'em," she added with a widening of her smile.

Ivy glanced back at the bar as they drove off, ecstatic that her planned had worked. The two of them managed to rip off nearly every patron, both in their own ways - Ivy testing out her newly developed app running cards and Elizabeth with her swift fingers. It was only toward the end of their spree that someone started catching on and the two bolted.

"They're gonna let us live out best life until then," she continued, her adrenaline still running wild. "I'm thinking we need a vacation. You, me, and Charlie," she said with an uptick of her smirk, momentarily glancing Elizabeth's way. "All inclusive. First class. Room service. Living it up in the lap of luxury," she went on gleefully, scrolling through the information her app had downloaded. "And it looks like Mr. Grayson is more than happy to foot the bill." His limit was by far the highest, but they had plenty of other options if they maxed out with their splurges. "Now we just need to decide where we're jetting off to," she finally finished with a gentle, playful nudge to her friend. "Have any bucket list destinations you wanna check off your list?" she asked as she scrolled through flights.

[myriadxofxmuses]

High key wanting rn....

Ethan being found out by his sister and forced into psychiatric care. Give me a shrink that handle his therapy sessions. Bonus points if we write it in an asylum.

Similarly, Oscar going to therapy for his PTSD. His disorder being triggered by a particularly taxing case and he's now required to have his psych eval and clearance done.

As always Gage slipping a few rungs down in his sobriety journey and finding his way back. This would largely deal with drugs, heroin specifically, and also alcohol.

TRIGGER WARNING for all of the above plots. They can get pretty dark at times. Mental health, murder, and addiction will be major points for the above plots. Especially with Ethan and Gage.

Also would love something crime related for Ivy. She's a hacker and I'd love to write her against someone on either side of the law. I don't get to write my girls that much and muse for her is pretty high rn too.

All plots are open to whoever. If they turn into ships, they are all hetero. Except for maybe Ivy. Im sort of toying with the idea that she could possibly be bi, so that would most likely be explored if a FxF thing seems to be happening. If not, then it can be whatever mix you want. MxF. MxM, FxF. It doesn't matter. Ship or no ship, I'm up for either path.

So, yea. Hmu if you're interested in any of them.

[myriadxofxmuses]

Where should you be kissed?

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Ivy

forehead.

over-worrying and overthinking everything, your mind is always a whirling storm. no matter how you try, the fears overwhelm all else. you need someone trusted to press a kiss to your forehead, helping to quiet the thoughts that just refuse to settle.

Ethan

knuckles

it feels as though you have fought every day of your life. sometimes, you cannot even tell how much of the blood on your hands is your own... and how much comes from those who've tried to hurt those you defend. you deserve the gentleness of a kiss to your bruised knuckles and broken skin, a reminder that you are not only made of violence.

Sydney

cheek.

you are made of light. your cheeks hurt from grinning, sun-kissed and lifting in a bubbling laugh. you should be kissed there. and often. a reminder that you are a joy to be around, and that your smiling face is a gift.

[myriadxofxmuses]

☎ Ivy & Brock

From X

NAME: Bane

RINGTONE: Every Heartbeat - Amy Grant

PICTURE: (It's the one and only time she's managed to catch his smile on film. Even though she was trying to get a picture of him sleeping. X D )

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: [txt] Don't tell me you decided to sneak out on me.

LAST TEXT SENT: [txt: Bane] Grabbing you a coffee and my guaranteed hangover cure - a greasy breakfast burrito from the Bodega. Be back soon. 😘

[myriadxofxmuses]

Five Songs to Describe Ivy

*Witchy Woman

*Houdini

*Stubborn Love

*Haze

*The Devil Wears Lace

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