#NewRomanticsMuses

[tragicgallery]

* do you ever think before you speak? you should try it. From Jean Grey @newromanticsmuses​

The criminal just looked at the redhead. “No, I don’t.” He was a guy who thought dressing as a pirate and robbing banks was a good idea, of course he was going to keep digging himself in deeper. “Besides, don’t you have bigger fish to fry than a guy like me? I’m sure there’s something much more world threatening out there than a petty thief.” He said. 

[idcnticxl]

@newromanticsmuses​ sent: 

[ catch ] Amber starts to fall, so Five reaches out and catches her.

It happened so fast she almost couldn’t comprehend it. 

They were on a mission- when weren’t they? Reginald had been working them to the bone with their new found popularity. She had just thrown up a force field to protect one of her siblings, when all of a sudden the enemy they had been fighting shoved her, hard, launching her down the street from where the melee was taking place. There was only one thought that came to mind as she hurled through the air. 

Man, is this gonna fucking hurt. The thought was enough to make her shut her eyes and brace for the impact. Only the impact never came. Or at least, not the one that she was expecting, it was softer. Opening her eyes almost immediately she saw that her brother, Five had caught her. 

“Thanks.” 

[scribedhorror]

@newromanticsmuses​ || meme || accepting “ i could never hate you. not really. “ (From Nat)

“You sure about that? I am capable of being a clueless asshole at times so I wouldn’t put it past me to earn it.” Despite his words, Bill felt an immense amount of relief hearing that. Nat could never really earn his ire. She pretty much had a free pass with him. 

[wrongeddeadthenevermourned]

"You know what? I've always admired you… I think you're amazing." (From Kenny to Buters)

Drunken Confession starters

Leopold was still halfway through his first drink of the night, not really doing it for anything more than show, to kind of fit in with his friends. He looked over when Kenny spoke, hearing the slurring in the others tone as they had. The confession heard in his ears made his throat feel instantly dry, as he tried to compute that he had heard them right "I'm...not that amazing." He swallowed, glancing to one side. He had long accepted that. Ever since the day his parents left and never came back, he knew even before that, even, that something must have been wrong with him "I was always a twerpy little loser kid, whose parents didn't love him. What's so amazing about me?" He asked, curiously.

[infernalrampage]

❝ i thought i was strong, you know? made of steel. ❞   (From Jean)

" but you are strong! i mean, to me you are. " beverly hates the way her cheeks flash a brilliant pink so quickly but she cannot help it she is passionate about this. about how jean affects her in such a positive manner so why could she not see it? " why are you saying this? it's not like you.. " beverly tries a gentler approach and her green hues soften on the superhero.

@newromanticsmuses

[lilxmcrtes]

what the hell did you think would happen? (From Max to Tripp)

PROMPTS FOR ANGSTY CONVERSATIONS | @newromanticsmuses | Tripp

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"I thought shit would get better!"

Star was right. Running away was easy, living on the run was hard. Tripp ran away to be a rock star and instead just got holed up here in Hawkins as a regular delinquent working at a stupid video store and somehow got roped in with these kids that were always hanging around his coworkers.

Now he's getting lectured by a kid.

"And what about you? You're saying you're any better?"

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[lcveblossomed]

This was awkward and Lou knew it she didn't particularly want to have this conversation. Still, she figured if anyone knew the answer to this question it would be Nat. So she found her after practice and waited for the others to leave before she approached her. "Nat I've got a question for you and I want you to know that it's not because I think... I mean I just don't have many people to ask. I know you've had friends who may know the answer so I'm asking it's nothing about your character or-" She needed to just get to the point. "If someone had... some pills they were trying to sell do you know anyone who would buy them? I uh- maybe how much they'd sell for too? I'm sorry I don't know who else to ask."

@newromanticsmuses || liked for a starter

[wrongeddeadthenevermourned]

He shift a little where he stood when the other looked away, turning the helmet over a little bit and grinned at the others dismissing of their education, or at least, the prospect of it all and such like that "Ah- Yeah! Next year?" That was awfully close, he found himself thinking, a frown threatening to form on his lips, but he masked with another smile "Good! That's really soon- What are you going to do out there?" Leopold's asking next, toying with the helmet still, messing with his tongue a bit to rub some of the ash from it.

At the question of his injured arm he grinned "Oh- Nothing. I fell at one of Eric's parties." He partially lied, offering a shrug "Turns out that I am not graceful on my feet sometimes. It was a surprise!" He commented cheerily, lifting his arm up to inspect it a little bit, then dropped it back down to his side "That'll teach that mean ol' floor to mess with me though." Leopold joked, hopping on his feet a little bit. His eyebrows rose when Kenny spoke about Satan, nodding acknowledgingly "Right! I guess he's not so bad, then." Though perhaps he was concerned because of his being catholic, more than anything.

"Yes!" Walking toward the other he grins, buzzing with warmth as he whimsically matched the others pace, bouncing with each step almost, happily "You'll keep in contact when you leave, will you?"

wrongeddeadthenevermourned​:

Dropping his right arm down, he tapped the helmet against his right leg lightly as the other said that “Oh.” Frowning as he heard that, Leopold didn’t think that the other would have. But he also believed that Kenny deserved to. Or at the very least, could have gone through college expertly. He let out a breath “Well that’s okay. Because you’re great. You’ll make it! I believe in you.” The other was still young, just like him, there was plenty of time to rise from this bracket “Hm? Free food, ah- yeah. Sometimes, there’s mess ups. So they let us have those.”

Blinking at the next thing the other had to say, he smiled again, though he felt a pit form in his chest at the idea of the other leaving “Good! You shouldn't…” It was a shame, he imagined, that none of the careers they could have had really never got anywhere “Maybe if Crimson Dawn had been more popular, you could.” He reasoned moving his left hand over to message the cast on his right wrist for a moment before bringing the cigarette up to puff off it then patting the rest of it out on his tongue and sticking the remains in a pocket “Well, at least there’s not any pits to hell open here at the moment.”

Kenny looked away from Butters to shield the flush rising in his cheeks. His grades had been decent, better than they had any right to be for someone from his family with his background. But he needed straight A’s to get a scholarship big enough to support him, and his grades fell short of perfection. “It’s whatever–getting out next year will be fine,” he insisted. He forced a slight smile and met Butters’ eyes again. Somehow, nothing that happened dulled the bright positivity in his friend’s blue eyes. Kenny really envied him.

Kenny’s gaze fixated on the injured arm. Everyone else wrote these things off as Butters being clumsy or prone to accidents, but he saw something different in the cast. “What happened?” He asked, lifting a hand to gesture at the other’s arm. He giggled briefly at that. “Hey, Satan’s kinda a stand-up guy–hell’s not the worst thing!” He actually missed the big old red guy. He was a mentor of sorts to Kenny and really helped him feel more like he should just be himself–fuck everyone else. Kenny kicked a foot off the wall and turned back towards the store. 

“You hungry?”

[tragicgallery]

@newromanticsmuses asked: that’s how people get killed in horror movies, you know?

Erik grinned at the redhead; almost in disbelief. "Yeah, people who don't have super powers." He said, reminding her that they weren't normal people who got killed in horror movies. They actually had a chance. And going into the spooky basement in an abandoned house of a possible former serial killer was something the two of them could handle.

[idcnticxl]

@newromanticsmuses​ said:

[ BUILD ]:    sender and receiver embark upon a DIY building project together. 

“You sure about this?” Nova asked, already huffing out of breath just from gathering materials and hauling them back here. Too bad she didn’t drive, that would have made this part of the ordeal significantly easier. “Usually if anything requires any kind of manual labor or handiness skills I just call Bowie...”

[scribedhorror]

@newromanticsmuses​ || meme || accepting “You can’t keep hiding this stuff.” (From Stan)

“I’m not h-hiding it,” the auburn-haired boy defended weakly. He wasn’t really hiding anything, he was just choosing not to share everything that was going on. It wasn’t like anyone was asking, anyway. At least no one but Stan. 

Stan who seemed to notice everything.

[elementalartisan]

Vulcan leaned in closer to Jean Grey, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"How about a thrilling bicycle race?" he suggested, his voice brimming with excitement. "We'll tear through winding trails, feel the rush of wind against our faces, and compete with each turn. It'll be a test of skill and a chance for us to laugh and enjoy the sheer exhilaration of the ride."

As the image of their friendly competition took shape, Vulcan's enthusiasm continued to grow.

"Or we could take to the skies and experience the heart-pounding adventure of parachute jumping," he proposed, his voice alive with anticipation. "Imagine the adrenaline coursing through our veins as we leap from the plane, freefalling through the open sky, and then gracefully descending, savoring the breathtaking views below."

With each word, Vulcan aimed to ignite Jean's sense of adventure and embrace the thrill of ordinary yet adrenaline-fueled activities. His playful tone and infectious energy sought to entice her into a world of shared excitement and joyful escapades.

Vulcan leaned in closer to Jean Grey, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"How about a thrilling bicycle race?" he suggested, his voice brimming with excitement. "We'll tear through winding trails, feel the rush of wind against our faces, and compete with each turn. It'll be a test of skill and a chance for us to laugh and enjoy the sheer exhilaration of the ride."

As the image of their friendly competition took shape, Vulcan's enthusiasm continued to grow.

"Or we could take to the skies and experience the heart-pounding adventure of parachute jumping," he proposed, his voice alive with anticipation. "Imagine the adrenaline coursing through our veins as we leap from the plane, freefalling through the open sky, and then gracefully descending, savoring the breathtaking views below."

With each word, Vulcan aimed to ignite Jean's sense of adventure and embrace the thrill of ordinary yet adrenaline-fueled activities. His playful tone and infectious energy sought to entice her into a world of shared excitement and joyful escapades.

[therapardalis]

[ @thestorycontinues sent a random thing!]

Things happen-- and Thera finds herself traveling with the Fellowship of the Ring. What kind of a relationship does she have with each of her fellow... fellows? ------------

OK, realistically speaking? It doesn't happen. The 'traveling with' part, I mean. Aside from the Fellowship being a very specific group with a very secret mission and not likely keen on interlopers who might just be after the Ring - the whole thing is basically a Boys' Club. So, any stray they did pick up for any longer than it takes to reach the next town wouldn't be female.

However, that said ... if we're talking about her Middle Earth verse;

She would know Legolas already, at least in passing, from the times she's visited Mirkwood as Elrond's messenger. It's possible she's met Gandalf at Rivendell, but it would probably be a very superficial acquaintance. They would probably both want to send her off to deliver news back to Elrond.

The Hobbits may know her name since she's been to the Shire before, but not necessarily have met her. Merry and Pippin would likely pester her with questions all day. Sam would take a while to be satisfied that she's trustworthy enough to put hands on Mr Frodo, but then he'd encourage her to help/heal him. Frodo himself would probably resist in a quiet 'thanks but no thanks' sort of way, and otherwise keep to himself.

She may also know Boromir from her visits to Minas Tirith. Aragorn is less likely, unless she's met him on the road and only knows him as Strider.

(Unless of course we're going by her RP history, where she knows them both in a way that could make things Really Really Awkward (tm))

Boromir would likely be overjoyed to find a fellow Gondorian, but at the same time against her being there because it's dangerous and he is a gigantic overprotective lump. Aragorn would mostly agree on the second point, unless she proves more useful than a risk.

Gimli would grump and grumble incessantly about her, but still go Full Rottweiler on anyone or anything that tried to hurt her.

In a nutshell, she would be too much of a distraction in different ways, and as such shouldn't stay with them for long!

(Also nudging @sonxofxgondor, @swordoaths, @luminescenc1e, @multipleoccupancy, @respectablebaggins, @yourehomesickiunderstand and @newromanticsmuses for the lulz ;))

[kissofthemuses]

@newromanticsmuses liked for Freya || Poe

Freya's eyes swept the room, watching the crowd from her second floor vantage point, and seemingly ignoring the man beside her. But, finally, she turned her eyes to him and said, ❝There's a rumor going around that anyone known to even communicate with your group these days are...let's say disappeared by the opposition. Violently. Any truth to that?❞ She already knew the answer, but, she wanted to hear it any way.

She'd passed on bits of information on to the Resistance before and it had always been risky, but this was a new level of it. Especially if there was any validity to the latest bit of information she had. There may not be a way for her to keep up pretenses going forward.

[notcruel]

mains / exclusive call. if you are interested in becoming mains or exclusives, like this post. Note: to be an exclusive we have to have at least talked or written a few times. I also already have a few exclusives

@killjoysanonymous - Jules Vaughn Logan Echolls @newromanticsmuses - Ethan Golden  @unitedleader - Finn Hudson  @clockworkfm - Steve Harrington  @erncst - Jess Mariano

[infernalrampage]

@newromanticsmuses asked: “Giving up chocolate for new year’s? I give it a week.” (From Max)

" oh, shut up, max, like you could give up skateboarding for a week or your cassette player. " beverly rolls her eyes not appreciating being called out so sullenly though it might be in good jest she never backed down from a challenge. " to prove the point i'll throw out my secret stash of chocolate in the clubhouse... "