#❝ muse ╱ tess winters.

[prettygores]

starter for: tyler mckenzie @moonsrune

plot: everly snuck out while tyler was most likely signing for a package or something and wandered into tess' apartment. because she doesn't wanna get charged for kidnapping, she's doing the honorable thing and returning her where she belongs.

"Missing something?" This wasn't the first time, they've crossed paths since Tess moved in next door to Tyler and the McKenzies. It was however, the first time she's ever had to deliver a toddler back to their own residence, unharmed. In Brooke's growing absence, Everly had become increasingly hard to manage on one's own. Against her father's best wishes, she really started to embrace her terrible twos. Tyler must've been so strapped with work and the endless brand deal packages showing up on his doorstep for Brooke, that he didn't notice when Everly had snuck out and waddled down to Tess' apartment in search of exploring her surroundings. Tess' door was only left open because she was still trying to air out the bad smell their former tenants left behind. (Not that they could help it - some psycho had mutilated them when feeding on their necks) Tess was made aware of the history and yet, it didn't bother her. It's partly what brought her there in the first place. Considering, it's what she does for a living. Hunt down vampires and werewolves, and whatever else goes bump in the night. "I think this little girl belongs to you." Standing outside of Tyler's front door, is Tess and Everly, the latter whose tiny little fist is wrapped delicately around their neighbor's finger as a way to hold hands. "At least, I've seen you carrying her around so I just assume she's yours. I caught her wandering my apartment. And while I'm not normally opposed to cute guests, I wouldn't want you or your family to worry."

[prettygores]

"Me too." At this rate, Tess wasn't sure who was more excited for Katalina's return — herself or Tess. It was probably an even tie between both but, Tess would argue it's less fun when they're partnered up with other people instead of each other. Even though, it had gotten a bit awkward at times, as the lines between them began to blur. If someone had asked Tess who she was attracted to more — girls or boys — she wouldn't have an answer. She was more so drawn to the soul of a person than what gentials they had. Which explains why she didn't label her sexuality or try to fit herself into one box over the other. "Kat...." Tess groans, when the conversation trickles back to Lincoln and his sweaty dick. She covers her face with her hands, embarrassed by the topic at hand and at the same time feels the tension rise in her best friend's legs trapped beneath her head. Sitting up, Tess's brows furrow at the sudden disclaimer. "Well, that's just .... shitty," she teases. "Had I known his sweaty dick would cost me your tongue, maybe I would've thought twice about it." She's pulling Kat's leg because, Tess doesn't actually suspect her best friend harbors any real feelings for her. "Are you mad?" Just because she didn't assume jealousy was the cause behind Kat's discomfort doesn't mean Tess didn't pick up on it at all.

In an instant, Katalina regretted asking for the details. She hated the visuals offered to her. The idea of Lincoln fucking Tess ragged makes her insanely jealous. Is that the kind of passion she desired? They could be spontaneous and rough, but Lincoln could give her the one thing she couldn't — dick. Strap-ons and dildos were fun, but was it the same feeling? Not really. The muscles in her thighs tightened with tension and she was certain Tess could feel the change, while she laid across her lap. "Physical therapy is great. I'm eager to get back out there." With you. She wanted to include that last part but it felt sour in her mouth now. "I just have to rewind real quick," she releases a heavy sigh and then laughs but there's no humor in her voice. She's more bothered than anything else. "I can't believe you fucked Lincoln. Is he even your type?" Big, arrogant, sassy as fuck. She has to remind herself not to appear jealous or insecure. They weren't dating....just friends....who enjoy fucking in vampire and werewolf blood. But that's their thing, right? So, she can call her out on that. "I won't be licking your pussy after learning his sweaty dick was in it." Her tone was teasing, joking...because it can't be anything more than that.

[qbdatabase]

Hi, do you know of any bi4bi f/f or f/nb books where they both (could be polyamorous too) are the MCs? Like The Fiancée Farce by Alexandria Bellefleur. I'd be really grateful if you could help <3

bi4bi F/F Contemporary Romances

Mistakes Were Made by Meryl Wilsner

Never Ever Getting Back Together by Sophie Gonzales

6 Times We Almost Kissed by Tess Sharpe

mga x mga F/F or F/NB Romances (pan, queer, and unlabeled)

Curved Horizon by Taylor Brooke: bisexual female x demisexual panromantic female

Love & Other Disasters by Anita Kelly: queer female x pansexual non-binary

Hairpin Curves by Elia Winters: bisexual female x queer female

Count Your Lucky Stars by Alexandria Bellefleur: pansexual female x bisexual female

poly FFM or FFNB Romances with bi / mga identities

Scandalous Passions by Nicola Davidson: Domme bisexual female x sub questioning bisexual female x sub straight male with a stutter

A Lake of Feathers and Moonbeams by Dax Murray: polyamorous bisexual female x queer non-binary MC x Asian bisexual female

Honor Among Thieves by Rachel Caine: black bisexual female x Brazilian bisexual female x bisexual male

Honorary Mentions

The Drowning Summer by Christine Lynn Herman: bi4bi FF but not a Romance (it's Fantasy/Mystery)

Sirens & Muses by Antonia Angress: bi4bi FF but not a Romance (it's Literary Fiction)

Sorry Bro by Taleen Voskuni: Armenian-American bi4bi FF and a contemporary Romance, but it's single POV so they're not both MCs

Moonlight Love and Witchcraft by Vaela Denarr: wln non-binary MC x asexual female x bisexual female with ADHD (included bc it's SO cute but only one confirmed-bi MC)

thanks for the ask! please feel free to send more if there's something else I can help you find <3

if I can drum up a few patrons, I want to add a new tag to the database so you can search for relationships by pairing (FF, FM, MM, FNB, MNB) or by specific types of romance (bi4bi, t4t, interracial, etc)

[slashthem]

 #𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌  :     indie, semi-selective, private canon and original multi-muse heavily horror-based. tortured by kaz.

                                      CANON 

  ethan winters / resident evil / daniel kaluuya    rosemary winters / resident evil / kiana madeira   gomez addams / the addams family / oscar isaac    tess servopoulos / the last of us / anna torv   selina kyle / dc / zoe kravitz   bruce wayne / dc / cillian murphy    moira o’deorain / overwatch / cate blanchett   fiona goode / american horror story: coven / jessica lange     myrtle snow / american horror story: coven / frances conroy   lana winters / american horror story: asylum / sarah paulson   nadja of antipaxxos / what we do in the shadows /  natasia demetriou   colin robertson / what we do in the shadows / mark proksch   the guide / what we do in the shadows / kristen schaal   laurie strode / halloween / jamie lee curtis   chad meeks - martin / scream / mason gooding   clarice starling / silence of the lambs / odessa a’zion   theo crain / haunting of hill house / kate siegel   luke crain / haunting of hill house / oliver cohen jackson   roman roy / succession / kieran culkin   gerri kellman / succession / j smith cameron   tom wambsgans / succession / matthew mcfadyen   connor roy / succession / alan ruck   anakin skywalker / star wars / hayden christensen ( testing... )

                                        OCS

  eleanor “nora” walsh / ex - prom queen / maude apatow    angelique zhao / ex - ballet dancer / lucy liu    ines barrera / bartender / roberta colindrez    francesca “franky” murphy / celebrity stylist / cate blanchett    peter song / virtuoso / steven yeun    greta eun / professor / sandra oh   daphne levi / ??? / mia goth 

                                        ABOUT

hi, i’m kaz. i’m twenty-three and in cst. my sleeping schedule is completely flipped due to my job, so pls expect activity to be sporadic, and sometimes at a minimum. i haven’t actually rped in what feels like years and years, so please be patient while i get back into the swing of things.

for the most part this blog is going to be iconless. i may use gifs to match my writing partners, but that’s all. i have zero tech knowledge and as much as i Love pretty graphics.... they do not love me. 

this blog is horror-based, and there may be disturbing/nsfw content at times. everything will be, of course, tagged appropriately.

minors dni, please! graphics by the very talented @anacommissions​ !!!

[iridescnts]

𝙷𝙾𝙶𝙶𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚃  𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳  :   🔙🥶👍  &  🏩

🔙 WOULD MY MUSE TRAVEL BACK IN TIME IF POSSIBLE? IS THERE A SPECIFIC REASON?  :  no ! from either standpoint that this could be taken - the desire to see or experience a world event / talk to an historical figure and the idea of going back in time to change something of the past, personal or otherwise - i don’t think that the idea really appeals to her. she lives in the now, and she doesn’t feel the need to stop doing that. 

🥶 DOES MY MUSE GET COLD EASILY?  :  no ! tess generally runs quite hot, leading to her choosing a lot of interesting outfits during a typical, english winter. 

👍 IS MY MUSE AN OPTIMIST?  :  yes, i think that would be accurate ! i don’t think that she’s, like... delusional ? i don’t think that she thinks the world is perfect, and in fact i think she probably knows it’s not, but she does believe that with a lot of work it might just be perfectible. she tends to look on the ‘bright side’ and for the silver lining wherever possible - definitely a half glass full, not half empty kinda person.

🏩 HOW DOES MY MUSE HANDLE PAIN? DO THEY VOCALISE THEIR DISCOMFORT ( VERBALLY OR THROUGH SOUND ) OR DO THEY TRY TO “SUCK IT UP” AND GET THROUGH IT QUIETLY? DOES IT DEPEND ON THE TYPE OF PAIN?  :  i think yes, it definitely does depend on the type of pain. she’s human<3 she’s also not as experienced as most other characters here are with the dark side of war and life itself, so i don’t think she’s ever learned to compartmentalise these things. not everything needs to be a huge deal, and tess is perfectly capable of ‘sucking it up’ when it comes to things like a skinned knee or a papercut, but i think she’s also perfectly okay with announcing when she’s really hurting. 

𝙾𝙲 𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙹𝙸 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂  »  currently not accepting  !

[clovres]

WHO’S READY FOR NAPOWRIMO!!!!!!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Hue and Cry XVII

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), trauma, some elements untagged.

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: The reader and Zemo try to figure out what’s next.

Note: Hey, I banged this out quicker than expected. This part went longer than I expected to not as much happened as I thought hahaha. But here we go, again.(I will try to update the masterlist asap)

Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

MASTERLIST

Two Summers Later

The sun raised beads of sweat across your brow, even in the shadow of the tree. A gentle breeze rolled over the grass now and again, a soft sort of heat. You laid across the blanket in your thin dress, a subtle movement beside you, low babbling and grasping fingers. You breathed in the scent of pollen and watched the lush leaves sway above.

The footsteps were light but he was careful not to frighten you. The baby girl murmured, over a year old now. She stood, unsteadily, and he caught her before she stumbled too far. His shadow loomed above you as he lifted Elina and smiled at her round cheeks.

“How is my little baroness?” he cooed as he bounced her and her gibberish grew louder as she grabbed at his pale tunic, “my lady?” he peered down at you, “you look… serene.”

“She likes to watch the cloud but it’s much too bright today,” you sat up and grabbed your cane from against the trunk. Lord Zemo offered his hand and helped you to your feet, “so we have watched the bloom instead.”

“She is getting big. More agile,” he commented as she tugged at his beard. He’d grown it over the winter but hadn’t cut it even in the heat. She liked to pet it and you suspected that was the reason for his obstinacy, “how will you keep up with her?”

“I have learned,” you poked him with the tip of your cane, “still learning.”

“Very quickly,” he praised, “the accent is better,” he pinched two fingers together, “I almost believe you a woman of this land.”

“Sometimes I believe it myself,” you went to the bench and sat heavily. Your hip never healed quite as it had been before so you limped with the carved wood capped with silver and made the best of it, “bring her here,” you set the can aside and pulled the thin scarf over your shoulders, “she should eat.”

“I told you, a wet nurse would do her better,” he neared and handed her over after a final peck on her cheek, “and she is getting older. She eats at the table now.”

“She will have some proper food when we get in,” you covered her against your chest and unlaced the front of your gown, “I like having her close.”

He nodded and paced through the grass. He removed his silk cap and ran his fingers through his dark hair. He was anxious as of late, you noticed only because it was an unusual trait for him. He sighed as he tucked his hat into his belt.

“Would you tell me?” you asked sharply as Elina latched.

“Tell you what?” he tilted his head coyly.

“What makes you uneasy?” you urged.

The tugging in your chest calmed you as you cradled your daughter close. When she was born, that had been difficult. She reminded you of her father then but now she was yours. She was the only gift he’d ever given you.

“It is… complicated,” he said with a frown, “I think it best we put the child down before we talk on it.”

“If you wish,” you relented, “Werner says she is doing well. I went to him this morning.”

“And you?” Zemo crossed his arms, “does he say you are doing well?”

You kept one arm around Elina and unthinkingly brushed the scar that stretched from your hairline to your chin, a rippled line along your cheek, one of a dozen markers of that fateful day. You still dreamed of it but they weren’t so much nightmares as vague memories.

“I will need the cane so long as I live,” you said and dropped your arm back under the scarf, “the scars will fade but not entirely. I suppose none of that matters.”

He nodded and rubbed his chin as he began to pace again, “back from the dead,” he mused, “we have a legend here, about a woman, a queen…” he went on, “she married a king who did not love her nor she him. He wanted another and he was… quite intent on it. So he accused her of adultery and witchery and passed on her the harshest sentence; she was drawn and quartered, pulled apart by horses.

“We have since done away with such punishments, too savage, but the legend goes that they buried the parts of her and the king married his lover on her grave. The gods saw it as an affront, the lies, the trial held in their names, the death imparted in the same vein, and then a mocking marriage on the site of their sins…

“In her casket, her body reformed though she still showed the signs of her fate. She climbed out of her resting place and visited her king in the night. She’d never done that before you see because he had no love for her, he never even tried, and she tore him piece by piece, worse even then the horses. Fingers, toes, tongue… balls, every bit of him plucked little by little until he was nothing.

“The legend never did say where she went after that, her grave was found disturbed and her body gone. Those women who suffer with violent or cruel men, they pray to her, they burn candles for her, and even, they kill their men for her.”

“Why are you saying all this?” you interrupted as you wiped up your chest and clumsily tied up the laces of your dress as Elina slobbered down it.

“Because I see you are reformed like the queen but I wonder, where is your sense of vengeance?”

You were quiet as you fixed your dress and lifted Elina above the scarf to pat her back. Soon she would no longer take the nipple and you were stubborn to keep it up for so long but the time passed and the thought of separation frightened you. Soon she would be old enough to realise how odd everything was and she would ask questions. You weren’t sure if you could ever answer them.

“Take her please,” you held her out and he came to lift her. He set her down on her feet instead and held her hand as she took some steps. She grew more bold by the minute. He bent as he ushered her around. You planted your cane in the ground and stood, “vengeance,” you said carefully, “I remember you warned me not to trust you, is that why? Are you ready to use me against him?”

“I always knew you were clever,” he smiled as Elina bent her legs and bounced in place. He chuckled at her and suddenly scooped her up. He tossed her and caught her as she trilled in excitement, “the time comes closer but the path is not clearer.”

You watched him as he stilled your daughter and balanced her against his side, “I don’t know if I can ever face him again,” you confessed.

“That is not what I ask,” he said, “it is not what I intend but...the winds begin to blow and I must let them carry me.”

You followed him as he set off towards the castle, The Tower Zemo, a bastion of brick among the grasslands. It was so tall one could see for miles in any direction and it could be seen in turn from just as far. He was patient as your cane plunked down after each step and he made silly faces at Elina.

“You have bided me longer than I expected. And her,” you said as you approached the open doors of the castle. The stairs were another task but you’d learned to take them with your hip.

“Her? You think I forsake her her father? She is nothing like him,” he replied as he waited at the tip of the steps, “and she is all the good parts of you. All that he didn’t take.”

“I am indebted to you, I am aware of that, but you do not attempt to collect your dues,” you challenged as you came level to him, “it makes me wary.”

“Would it be too… ridiculous to say that she is payment enough,” he smiled at your daughter, “she has brightened many of my days here.”

“It is because I know how things are. How it works among you noblemen,” you countered, “there is something more you want.”

“Tess,” he called and the pudgy maid appeared, “she is hungry, see that she is fed before she is laid down.”

“My lord,” Tess took the child eagerly and poked her nose playfully, “come here, little poppy.”

You watched her go as she began to sing to Elina. Her voice carried through the corridors as her wide hips swayed and her white hair wisped from under her cap. The old woman had seen your daughter into the world and since helped keep her there.

“So what is it you haven’t told me?” you turned on Zemo.

“Wouldn’t you like to sit?” he asked slyly.

“You are welcome to recline, sir, but I would hear you now. I’ve waited long enough,” you insisted.

“Well…” he took a deep breath and walked ahead of you. He turned back and clapped his hand together as the summer flowed in through the open doors, “I must send you away.”

“Send me away?” you gulped and looked to the door which Tess had just taken your daughter through.

“You will have Elina, I am not heartless,” he said, “though I will miss the little baroness.”

“Where are we going?” you quivered in relief.

“I have a castle on the lake, Heinrich’s Creek,” he explained, “it is a lovely little place. My mother’s favourite of my family’s holds. It is far away from court, further than this, and safe. Only my blood knows where it lies and… so only me and those who I would have escort you.”

“And why? Why do we have to go? Why now?” you prodded.

“I have received a letter from your King Samuel, co-signed by my own king. A party is on the road already and I have been once more tasked with hosting the negotiations. Your people are persistent. They will come here and I will represent the kingdom in these meetings and hopefully I can appease them quick enough that I needn’t worry about them sniffing around,” Zemo bristled, “I have not been allowed the privilege to know of who I host but any in the capital for the tournament, they would know the woman who gave them such a violent finale.”

“And after?”

“We will see how it unfolds first. It will be a chance to gain a measure of the climate. I might even hear after your former keeper, then I will decide what needs be done,” his dark eyes narrowed as mischief ticked in his cheek.

“Why?” you asked, “why cling to it?”

“I am as stubborn as he,” he said carefully, “I was willing to set it aside but he could not. And, my lady, if you haven’t the fire left for your vengeance then I can simply take it upon my own wrath. 

“Perhaps it is low of me but how he treated me, how he chased me out even if it did prove convenient to my deceit, it cannot be forgotten. And your people, the war I fought against them, they come to us for help and yet they still boast of their victory. I was there, no one won those battles.”

“So it is all a game of war?”

“Oh, no, I do not long for another war but… retribution leaves few options for the wronged,” he said.

You lowered your chin and moved around him. You sat on the stool by the wall and leaned back against the stone. “And if it put Elina in danger?”

“That is the last thing I want to do. That is why I would send you away.”

“But you said it yourself, you will have need for me… what then?”

He sniffed and his sole scuffed on the floor, “I promised you Elina’s safety, her life. You knew yours wasn’t part of the bargain.”

“I know but… if you--”

“I have friends who can see to the girl. I have made arrangements for the little baroness.”

“But--”

“It was never a title I gave her lightly,” he intoned, “she has noble blood and I have no heir. She will grow, she will live, she will flourish.”

You gripped your cane tightly and ran your nails along your skirt, “when do we leave?”

“Within the month. The party will not be here so soon, their progress will be hampered by the heat. There are droughts in the west.”

“And we will be safe at the Creek?”

“Impenetrable,” he assured, “enjoy your time there with your daughter.”

“While it lasts, right?” you uttered.

He looked away grimly and brushed his knuckles against this beard, “we both knew this wouldn’t go on forever.”

“Yes, we knew,” you stood and held your hip, “but you can’t blame me for hoping it would.”

[singinghands]

❄

Our muses decide to see who can catch the most snowflakes on their tongues, winner gets to bury the other in the snow.

It had started snowing while they were in class, one of the scheduled time blocks Seth and Larry shared. Because of that, he had been easily self-convinced to just stay in the building until his next class, having even texted Tess and Robin that he was going to try and wait this out as long as he could.

Until Larry had intervened, of course. His friend's suggestion of heading out into this was met with skepticism; Seth had left with cold weather gear on, of course, it had been chilly even before the snow had started, but heading out into it? He still wasn't sure, winter in Michigan was far out of his comfort zone even after the few years he had been here.

He's frowning as he speaks, peering out the windows at the white flurry still falling. 'You sure?'

@larrythecentaur

[thebridgehqs]

mw from video games?

SI'll admit, I do not know much about games, but I did ask our members (and admin Beth) and here was what they had to say:

Sam, Jonah, Roth (Tomb Raider), Jesse, Tommy, Sarah, Tess, Marlene, Abby, Owen, Levv, Yara, Maria (The Last of Us), Nathan and Sam Drake, Nadine Ross, Chloe Fraser (Uncharted), Chris Redfield, Leon Kennedy, Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira, Ada Wong, Mia Winters (Resident Evil), Mike Monroe, Sam Giddings, Chris Hartley, John and Hannah and Beth Washington, Emily Davis, Matthew Taylor, Jessica Riley (Until Dawn).

And I know previously, our Legend of Zelda and Assassin Creed players have asked for more muses in general.

So please, make us very happy by bringing anyone!

[gedwimora-arc]

6 , 14, and 17

6. What is your favorite thing about writing your current muse? 

sgsjghsld well since this is a multi I’ll stick kinda broad on this bc Ugh, Effort.

I like the variety of personalities and plots open to me and all the weird and fun combos that can crop up! I also love..... violently stanning.... people like Gyda here and Tess on my side @siedr like.... they were Good Character and they were WASTED.

it’s also been really rewarding to see people really excited about Lyarra! I’ve been worried about her and how well she’d be taken since uuuhhhhh it’s a well known fact ppl don’t vibe female ocs, related to canon ocs and especially female related to canon ocs. But people??? are actually interested ???? and vibing??? like she warrented her own side too over on @caointeag

14. What are five of your favorite ships? (In the rp community or otherwise) 

KSFLJGHSFD THATS A TOUGH ONE FUCK

Uh....... 

Gyda / Halfdan with @fractistellas ( it’s GALAXY BRAIN AND I’M LIVING THAT SOMEONE ELSE IS ON MY LEVEL )

Eadith / Finan with @fynan ( and just ..... in general..... Look At Them )

Regulus / Remus bc i’m not fucking basic like everyone else I have REFINED TASTES

Sebastian / Elethea with @highaever ( it’s wholesome andrastian content )

 uuhhh.....can i say Lyarra/Maron ??? that’s not so much bc of shipping really, as it is bc i like putting them in a box, shaking it, and seeing what happens.

Kylo Ren / Rey come the fuck at me, it’s not even the worst thing i’ve shipped and I’ve seen even worse shit be waaaay to popular slkghdfsjgds

17. Do you prefer winging it or plotting everything out?

I generally like at least like a vague direction. like a premise or an end goal or something at least, if it’s too plotted out you know like, almost every detail talked about ooc when my brain is just like “well you just wrote it right there soooo” and i can’t make it happen. but if it’s like.... 100% improv it can also be very brain stall inducing since like.... so many options.... what tone even??? where are we???? do they like each other or not??? timeline?????? 

so yeah generally at least a jist is good but i also like talking out like, logistical details and such a lot , especially if it’s a more involved thread, and in the cases of people like Lyarra for whom rp events have more weight, might end up becoming blog canon. that way i don’t fuck myself later on in a later thread (or even the same one) bc i like... didn’t consider the current status of northern harbors as winter sets in on westeros or some shit like that...

because i am the kind of person who thinks excessively about like... travel times and the laws of tree wizards and then be hoisted on my own petard bc of it.

[prettygores]

MEET: TESS WINTERS

name: theresa alessandra winters

nickname(s): tess, teddy (by tyler when they were little), warrior princess by her deceased fiancè

age: twenty 5

birthday: october 31, 1998

zodiac sign: leo

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

eye color: brownish hazel

hair color: brown

height: 5'8

tattoos: she has several. the script "paradise" along her right rib. a "crescent moon" on her left shoulder. a "sword" down her back along her spine. a "1998" on her arm right above the inner crease of her elbow. in script "I'm the hero of this story, I don't need to be saved" between her back shoulderblades. a minimalist "cross" on her left wrist. a "dragon" on her hip. "flowers" on her other hip.

piercings: both lobes (left + right), left helix, right mid helix, right forward helix, left flat.

scars: she has one on her knee from when she sliced it open while running from the cops and two minor ones on her wrists from when she was contained after punching some kid multiple times in the orphanage after he kept harrassing her and she finally snapped.

HABITS & PSYCHOLOGY

good trait(s): loyal, protective, resilient

bad trait(s): impatient, easily angered, impulsive

one habit they can't break: it's a tie between being easily angered or impulsive. both are reflected upon her upbringing. her triggers cause her to react violently (typically in anger) and she's impulsive because she's had to be in order to survive.

one habit they've broken: not sure she's really broken any quite yet? they're all still pretty prevalent.

what they're afraid of: heights, enclosed spaces, spiders, fear of flying, and being alone.

triggers: anything inciting/involving one of her fears, someone touching her without her permission/consent.

FAMILY LIFE

parents names: alessandra winters and augustus o'neill

siblings names: tyler o'neill

favorite childhood memory: her third birthday when her twin brother gave her ramona

favorite childhood toy: an old stuffed teddy bear (a tribute to her nickname) that looked a little raggedy, was a light shade of brown, and she named ramona

THIS OR THAT

coffee or tea? coffee, black with four creams and four sugars

showering in the day or night? at night. it's usually the only time she gets a chance to or has any peace and quiet to do so.

taking baths or taking showers? she takes more showers but she prefers a long, hot bubble bath and has probably only ever had 1-2 in her life (that she actually remembers).

tv or movies? tv, it lasts longer and she gets to enjoy it more.

writing or reading? reading but she doesn't really like either.

platonic or romantic love? she craves romantic love but tends to find more platonic/temporary partners than anything long term.

iced tea or lemonade? iced tea.

ice cream or smoothies? ice cream. she has a sweet tooth.

cupcakes or cake? cake, duh.

beach or mountains? the mountains. she'd love the scenery more and the privacy. she also isn't the biggest fan of sand in every crevice.

FAVORITES

song: i love rock n' roll by joan jett

band: the runaways

outfit: a leather jacket, dark crop top, ripped jeans, and tennis shoes or combat boots/doc martens

place: the mountains or a lake

memory: playing hide and seek with her twin brother

person: it used to be her twin brother but, these days it's probably katalina

movie: sixteen candles

show: rocko's modern life

[prettygores]

"Too late for that." Growing up in the foster system, Tess learned how to fend for herself. She never went where she wasn't wanted, or stayed in a situation just because it promised her a roof over her head. She'd met nicer people living on the streets than she ever has in any big, fancy houses. Which is why, she felt perfectly content and comfortable sleeping on his couch. If he wanted to unwind after a long, stressful day of hunting down demons and all things that go bump in the night, then he could have at it himself. Far as her eyes could tell, his hands were in working condition. He could relieve himself of any tension, all by his lonesome. "I'll take the bottle of bourbon and might even entertain you for a game of poker before we sleep but I'm perfectly fine crashing on the sofa." She's slept in worser conditions throughout New York. A raggedy old couch was no skin off her back, believe her.

Lincoln's brows furrowed. What the hell was she talking about? When it came to him, what you see is what you get. He wasn't hiding behind any fancy words or pretty promises. They were hunters, they hunt. What more did she need? Some sob story? A reason for his violence? Well, she wasn't going to get one. "So that's it — you're done here?" he itched at his beard while mulling over her words. He didn't mean to kick her out. He would never say this out loud, but he relied on her skills to make it through the job. They were a team, even if they were butting heads left and right. At least they were for now. Until Katalina can stand on her own two feet again. Then things would go back to normal. Whatever the fuck that was. "If you want to follow the rules of some asshole billionaire that's your prerogative. But I'm not throwing you out or making you sleep on the couch. You can get in bed. We can finish off that bottle of bourbon and play cards. No reason for us to hate each other's guts."

[backtothestart02]

The Heart of the Matter - 2/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: My second installment. Might post another later today. :)

...

Chapter 1 -

An hour earlier…

Far, far away in the heavenly dimension unknown to humans before death, an excited HR Wells squirmed in his seat, ready to prepare for his newest assignment.

“Okay, so what are we watching? A movie?”

“Of sorts,” interrupted the ornery angel. “You want to know about a man’s life before you go to save him from the end of it, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah, I suppose so,” HR said, adjusting his top hat.

The other angel rolled his eyes, his wings fluffing in slight irritation.

Luckily, there was a third angel; a sweet, compassionate, patient angel that had been among the few humans to actually become an angel after dying. And she had a particular interest in this struggling human down on earth.

“Nora,” angel two whined, but she waved him off.

“Watch closely now, HR. You cannot understand a man fully until you see the moments in his life that shaped who he became.”

HR nodded dutifully.

“Before we begin, may I say you look absolutely shimmering today, Ms. Nora?”

She smiled and turned him towards the screen.

“The first memory we’re going to see is of that when Barry Allen was quite young. Just 10, I believe.”

HR squinted at the screen.

“And what is he doing?”

The ornery angel placed glasses over HR’s eyes.

“Can you see now?” he snarled, and Nora shot him a glare.

HR was oblivious to the tension.

“Oh, yes, quite clearly, thank you!” He paused and took in the scene before them all. “Why…is that Barry?”

“It is,” Nora confirmed. “He and his friends, Ralph, Cisco, Oliver, and Julian are going sledding down to the frozen over pond in Barry’s backyard.”

“Wait…now who’s that? The girl in the back.”

Nora smiled. “You’ll learn more about her later. She’s very important.”

…

The winter day was cold and crisp, but the boys were warm in their hats, coats, and gloves, and eager for a day of fun outside of school. One by one they jumped onto a sled and made their way down the slight declining hill to the frozen pond, each one trying to go faster and get closer to the hole in the ice without actually going down in it. They cheered each other on, laughing and smiling, taking turn after turn, when suddenly a girl stepped up at the top of the hill.

The boys eyes went wide.

“Hey, who invited the girl?”

“Yeah, what gives?”

“Go home!”

Tears welled up in the younger girl’s eyes, but she stood her ground, refusing to walk away just because they told her to.

Barry pushed past them, annoyed, but not for the same reason they were.

“Stop it, guys! No one says that about my baby sister!”

“Oh!” HR exclaimed, making the memory pause. “He has a sister?”

“Well-”

“She’s not his sister,” the ornery angel answered at the same time.

“She’s not?” HR asked, confused.

Nora’s gentle voice lulled the tension away.

“Her name is Jesse Wells.”

HR gasped. “Is she my sister? Or, my…” he lowered his voice. “Do I have a daughter?”

“No.” The ornery angel smacked his head. “Jesse is the daughter of Harrison and Tess Wells. They died in a car accident when she was only two years old, so the Allen family, being good friends of the couple, took her in. For Barry, she’s his sister, and no one ever says otherwise.”

“I see…”

“Keep watching, gentlemen,” Nora said, and the memory resumed.

“Come on, Barry,” Ralph complained. “She’s wearing a skirt. It’ll fly right up when she tries to come down!” The other boys laughed.

Jesse stomped at the top of the hills.

“I’m wearing leggings also!”

“There, you see. She’s wearing leggings,” Barry said. “Come on down, Jess! I’ll cheer for you, even if no one else does!” He glared at them all, and they looked away, ashamed.

“Jes-se, Jes-se, Jes-se!” Barry cheered, and Jesse grinned, climbing onto her little sled. Soon the other boys had joined in and were whistling and hollering as she came down the hill at full speed, laughing all the way.

That was, of course, until she went full speed past all of them and tipped into the hole in the ice on the far side of the little pond.

She screamed.

“Barry!” she cried, and he was over there in seconds, the rest of the boys hot on his tail. He dove in without thinking, and the others formed a human chain to pull them both out.

Jesse was crying and clutching at Barry when they got out. She held him as close as she could.

“Are you all right? Are you all right?” he asked her frantically.

She nodded. “I’m okay, Barry,” she said and snuggled close.

“You see, this is why girls don’t do boy things,” Ralph said, high and mighty and shaking his head.

To his great surprise though, everyone there turned and glared at him.

“Shut up, Ralph,” Cisco said, and to everyone’s great relief, he did. Even as his mouth was hanging open.

The memory paused again.

“That was a close one,” HR declared.

“Yes, it was,” Nora mused. “And little Barry didn’t come out of it completely unscathed.”

“What?” HR’s eyes widened.

The ornery angel seemed to have calmed down a bit and answered him.

“He developed an infection in his left ear from having dived into those icy waters and lost his hearing in it.”

“Oh, no!”

“It had some advantages,” Nora says, knowing the memory that was coming next.

The ornery angel rolled his eyes again, though not so severe.

“You’re such a romantic, Nora.”

She shrugged, and HR gasped.

“Is this about the other girl in the memory? The one way up on the far hill that never joined the boys or Jesse sledding?”

“It is indeed.” Nora smiled.

“What’s her name?” he asked, excitedly.

“Iris,” she said warmly. “Iris Ann West.”

“A beautiful name,” HR marveled.

Nora nodded in agreement.

“She loved my sweet boy from the moment she laid eyes on him at five years old. It is her prayers that were heard the loudest.”

“Wait…your-?”

“Yes.” Nora felt a tear well up in her eye. “Barry Allen is my son.”

[ofshampain]

THERESA “TESS” D’AVILA: AN INTRODUCTION!

{ ana de armas, thirty, cis female, she/her } hey, theresa d'avila? good to see you, with all the insanity going on! still working at our lady of the forests church as a second-in-command? that’s good. i mean, you’ve been around thirty years, what do you make of this insanity? hey, i heard that people have been saying that you’re into wandering down the winding lanes of the forest, painting the walls of your house in its image, and spreading the word in hopes you will be saved. you also remind people of always seeming put-together, a soul-searching stare, and half-moon scars on the inside of your palms, which i like. well, stay safe out there and remember to listen to the fog warnings.

tw: abandonment, religion, blood

theresa’s mother is cuban & her father spanish, but she’s been raised her whole life by the members of the our lady of the forests church in pinehaven after her biological parents left ( they were young and didn’t want the burden of a child on their shoulders, it’s the age-old and simple story. ) and the members of the church thought she was left for them by their goddess — all the signs pointed to it, it seemed — and so, what choice did they have? 

so really, she was always going to be in the church; it wasn’t like she ever knew anything else, and the goddess had saved her life; her peers made sure she knew that for certain. that were it not for Her interference, she certainly would’ve perished in the woods. ( and she believes it wholeheartedly. )

for someone who’s never been anywhere outside of pinehaven, tess does a surprisingly good job at sounding worldly — as long as you don’t ask her about any of her experiences, because she’s not so good at plucking them out of thin air. she’s got flashcards that she wrote out after doing some research, but they’re not exactly easy to subtly use so most of the time she doesn’t.

she’s best known for being very calm and ethereal even in situations she shouldn’t be, almost like a prophetess — she has a way of wording everything and the way her voice lilts up at the end makes everything sound like a question. because, well, isn’t everything a question? everything that we think we know? except for the lady in the woods, of course. we all know she’s there.

tess is an artistic soul, but never go in her house. it’s as close to the forest as she could buy — which came with the added bonus of no one really wanting to be near where ‘it’ came from — so that she can wander into the woods at a moment’s notice. the children of pinehaven whisper that she is a ghost. but the house features murals of the so-called goddess as the disciple tries to earn her favour.

the curious voice in her head asks if she’s sure she isn’t. she doesn’t know. it doesn’t matter. but how did she get to become second in command? 

well, she’s surprisingly efficient on the recruitment drive: there’s something about a home-grown woman with a soft voice, bright eyes and so much hope that’s just... so infectious, isn’t there?

she’s a lover of flower crowns, campfires, and marshmallows. there’s a little corner of the forest where she sits, prays, and does all three. it counts as a blood sacrifice every time she pricks her fingers on the blackberry bushes. it counts as a blood sacrifice every time she pierces her palms with her fingernails.

and she’s always just waiting for her favourite time of year: the blackberry winter. it’s the best time of year. how could she be anything but content?

ravenclaw. infp-a.

yes, her name’s a play on tess of the d’ubervilles. yes i’m aware i’ve referenced the book in two muses now i’m a gosh darn nerd sue me.

[winterhelps]

winter, pode me ajudar a encontrar themes por favor? eu gostaria de um theme com página de muses inclusa, mas que tivesse espaço pra descrição do char e não só aquelas que coloca o icon com o link pro blog do personagem. não tenho nenhuma preferência quanto a ser contido ou tamanho dos posts. minha única exigência mesmo é ter como incluir a descrição dos personagens

oi amore! desculpa a demora pra responder, mas espero que ainda consiga te ajudar (:

cookie jar by leesjeno

jennie by jinsoouls

voices by strayassists

love shot by mintrps

tess and annie by skyofrp (são 2 themes separados, mas um combina com o outro)

[panswaywardmuses]

Matteo refused to give up the bar, no matter how much everyone told him he should. It wasn’t the best environment for a recovering addict, and he knew that. But he wouldn’t let it go. Partly because it was the one thing his family had ever entrusted him to do, and partly because he didn’t know how to do anything else. What would a kid like Matty do for work if he didn’t do this?

He had agreed to Lucia’s terms that he no longer use the bar to launder the family’s money, but he kept the bar. He wanted it to be a success, and he wasn’t going to give up. Besides, most people who went there knew him, and it wasn’t a party-bar simply because he was there. 

It was afternoon, and they were open but it was far from busy. L’ubriaco was also known for its brick-oven pizzas, so sometime he got some lunch traffic. Matteo looked up from behind the bar when Tess came in, smiling at her. 

“Hey, long time no see,” he greeted, coming around from behind the bar to hug her. Tess had looked out for him, when he couldn’t look out for himself. He had a feeling that Tess was behind a lot of the phone calls to his siblings when Matty got a little too crazy in her club back in the day. “How are you?”

@tobuildamuse