#amuseadozen

[storiesungmoved]

@amuseadozen​ from here

“Mmm. And what rules would you have me follow?” She looks over her shoulder at him with a teasing smirk before looking back at the mirror in front of her, fingers trailing over the healing hickies on her neck. They heal within seconds.

When she turns back around, she sees the way he coaxes her and she sighs, moving forward towards him to crawl onto the bed, hovering over him so that her lips brush against his. “Worth my while, hm? How?”

[taleswrittena]

@amuseadozen​ sent “the minute you start talking about it, it gets easier.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” As stubborn as ever, Lizzie wants to avoid the subject all together. Or rather, subjects. The subject of her bipolar, her unstable mental health and magic, her jealousy of Hope, her loneliness. Why would she talk about any of these things?

Sure, Lizzie finds it easier to talk to Niko instead of most people which is surprising giving her rivalry to Hope but there’s always been this unexplainable pull towards Niko. 

Sighing, she brings her hand up to push blonde hair behind her ear. She doesn’t want to talk about it, she just wants a distraction, but she’s not quite sure what to do to distract herself.

“And by the way, who says my life isn’t easy? It should be easy. I have a great father, a twin, and an entire school to teach me to use my magic.” But then there’s the issue of all the damn trouble that always heads their way with Malivore. Ugh. Stupid Malivore. 

“Niko....I appreciate it but I’m fine.”

[nefariouspirit]

CLOSED STARTER FOR Matt // @amuseadozen​ ​

The world is far too different from the way she remembers it. There isn’t much to remember to begin with, if she was being honest - but she knew that it was nothing like this. She was young when her world was flipped upside down, and even then, her memories of what her life once looked like is hazy at best. She remembers in flashes, in fragments, in puzzle pieces that are far too scattered to put together. 

Why did she think that she was able to navigate her way through on her own? Why did she think that she would be able to do anything on her own? 

Her parents had left her with nothing but a furnished apartment, and enough money to last . . . a while, she thinks, with no one or anything else. Her lawyer had finally informed her of her inheritance when she was of sound mind. She was grateful for the roof over her head, of course. But she needed money - and she needed to find something to do to get money. 

She’s scoured through town and yielded no results. There she stood alone on the side walk, back pressed against a tree looking as defeated as ever. 

“Excuse me?” She approached a nice-looking man that was walking past. “Do you know how I could get back to this address?” 

[in-my-soul-arch]

@amuseadozen​ ~ continued by caroline

“It just sounded like the right thing to say after the night you just gave me,” she chuckled, realizing how Tori had opened up a whole new world to her. Before the Original walked into her life, the blonde had never felt remotely attracted to a woman --or at least not to the point where she wanted to pursue a sexual relationship with them. And now, boundaries had been broken. She had done things she’d never even realized were possible. It was exciting, life-changing and very mindblowing.

Running her hands through her disheveled hair, trying to comb out what she could, Caroline even took the confessions to a whole new level. “I think-- No, I know that I’m pretty neurotic at times and I overthink things. A lot. --But I’m not gonna do that here, because, well--” 

Reaching out to pull the other vampire back onto the bed beside her, she continued, “I kinda-- really love you.” 

[whosxafraid]

The Princess Is In Another Castle

closed starter for : @amuseadozen​

It’s not the first time he’s been caught, though hopefully it won’t be the last. He’s immortal not infallible. However unfortunately for him that doesn’t make any of it hurt any less. The iron rings clamped around wrists and throat that keep him bolted to the wall behind him. Keep him from standing, from trying too. As if the still healing break in his left leg isn’t enough to deter any attempts.

Breathing comes shallow but even. Mix matched eyes stuck on the expanse of the metal flooring. Trying his very best to ignore the perpetual burn of the cursed metal against clammy skin. Trying not to focus on the room spinning in a slow warble around him, because it’s gotten into his system. Slowly burning its way through his veins. Eating up his strength, and leaving one hell of a case of vertigo in its wake.

What day is it? What day was it last he could recall...Tuesday? No. No--a ficker flash of memory. He’d checked his phone. His phone...where...eyes squeeze shut. A thick swallow. Trying to graps hold of the original thought. Wednesday. The last day he remembers it being is Wednesday. Not that helps him at all. With any of the mess he’s current woken up in. And he spits a little tainted red out onto the floor.

Whoever his captors are, they’d come after him prepared. Caught him off guard and from so far left field he’d never seen or smelled them coming. And that alone is enough to aggravate him. Fuel him to keep trying to piece together the in and out effects of whatever they’d shot him up with caused. The events that had led up to the sharp pain in his neck before the world went sideways, and something that felt akin to a free fall before everything went black as pitch.

But no matter how many times he runs through it. He can’t find what he missed. And how infuriating that is. He’s too old and too experienced for a fuck up like this. Where had he made his mistake? What do they want? Who are they? Because he really fucking hopes it’s not witches. The last coven he’d crossed had been after several of his organs; and he’d only escaped them because they’d thought him weaker with iron sickness than he’d been.

Another shallow breath, as ears prick at the sudden sound of distant foot steps. Of rubber soles, connecting and lifting away. Carrying someone closer. It’s the only advantage he still has–sense of smell and eye sight shot to shit by the poison swimming in his blood–and he clings to it like a life line. A blurred and haloed gaze shifting upwards to the sound, ready as he’ll ever be for whatever or whoever is coming.

           “D’Morrigan’s tits dunna be witches....”

[storiesungmoved]

amuseadozen​:

Sitting in the holding cell, Marcel knew he would have to do something to get out of this. He’d been here for almost twenty-four hours and Niklaus hadn’t done a damn thing to help him. It made the man’s teeth grind, anger build inside of him, but still he wouldn’t flip on the man who’d given him everything—wouldn’t take that deal even to help himself. It was a death sentence. Marcel very much liked being alive.

His mind raced as he tried to come up with something, anything to have the DA or Organized Crime detectives let him go or even lower his charge to something with parole—even if it was something of a long stretch. He’d been busted in a large number of crimes, all adding up, by a few undercovers. At least it was just him. If he had been more careful, hadn’t gone to try and fuck Katherine’s…”Katherine,” The word muttered like a prayer and the answer to everything.

Marcel stood up, leaning on the bars, “Yo! Guard!!” He yelled down the hall, catching the attention of some uniform cop. “Go get that damn DA and my lawyer. I’ve got something everyone is going to want to hear.” A shady smirk crossed his lips, “It will well be worth their time.”

————

Marcel adjusted his jacket, making sure the new button they’d stitched on fell flat and faced in front of him. He wasn’t dumb enough to walk into Katherine’s strip club with a full wire or camera on him, to anyone else it was just another button on his jacket. But in reality, it was a camera and mic. They could hear and see everything but he could hear them. Which was more than fine.

If he could get Katherine to talk, even a little, piss her off enough than he’d be golden. Less than thirty days in a minimum security corrections facility type of golden. But he had to get Kat to snap enough to start running her mouth. That was going to be the hard part.

The bouncer gave him a glare almost stopping him when Marcel have a smug smirk, “She knows I’m coming. Wouldn’t touch me if you want to keep that hand.” Shoving his shoulder hard into the man he brushes through, “Damn good thing she doesn’t have better security.” The place was packed, music blaring and drinks flowing, while in some areas smoke billowed and Marcel knew it wasn’t just cigarette smoke. “There’s a few lovely high profile people you might what to check out…” Marcel whispered so only the cops listening could hear.

Eyes glanced around until they fell on Katherine up in VIP, Jeremy caught sight of him carefully getting his sisters attention. “Jeremy Patrova, someone of extreme interest for you. Does anything his big sister asks of him, more blood on his hands than you’d ever believe.” Again the words only loud enough for the mic to catch. He wandered over the bar, ordering a drink but before he could get his first sip the sound of heels approaching had him turning. That smug confident smirk on his lips, “Kit Kat, long time no see. So glad you took my call earlier.”

@storiesung

Marcel is a thorn in her side. A thorn in her side that she’d very much like to remove but to do so would prove to be more trouble than it’s worth. For now. He wants to meet her for something and as much as she’d like to destroy him entirely, slit his fucking throat, or throw him out - he’s here for a reason.

Katherine just doesn’t know what for yet. One way to find out. Sighing, she’s touching up her rogue lipstick when Jeremy catches her attention. She glances over them, rubbing her lips together before placing her compact mirror and lipstick back in the purse that no one would dare to touch.

“Marcel’s here.” Jeremey says and Katherine groans dramatically before grabbing a knife from her purse. She slides it up under the red dress she’s wearing, placing it in the thigh holster there before she turns to her brother. “Ugh. Like a cockroach, can’t ever seem to get rid of him.”

It takes only a few minutes for Katherine to get from the VIP area to the bar area and she leans against the bar after approaching, plucking the drink from his hand and downing it in one go. The glass hits the bar with a clink and she slides it over to the bartender.

“Don’t call me that.” Eyes narrow at him, fingers itching to grabbing her knife and slit his damn throat, but she refrains. It’d be messy and she can’t do it in front of her entire club,. “What do you want, Marcel?”

[secretsofthedarkestkind-arch]

Going to be focusing on the side blog: @amuseadozen for today. I need to add bio’s, muses, and do replies =] I will do replies here soon.

[wildflamescarlett]

a-muse-a-dozen started following you

“Hi,” Scarlett addressed as she heard the door to the Gift Shop open, “can I help you find something? Maybe offer my opinion? Leave you alone? That’s an option too.” 

[usedtobealostgirlx]

@a-muse-a-dozen

“Who’s there?” Emma asked when she heard someone approaching. The blonde wasn’t even sure if there was actually someone there or if Rumple had come back to bother her. She had been searching for branches to make more dream catchers not to far from the castle. It was the only thing she could think of to occupy her mind.

[thestoriesincoffeestainsx]

[Checkmate - Eye Contact]

@a-muse-a-dozen

’Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying, - Arthur Clarke

[storiesungmoved]

@amuseadozen​ sent ❝ i have missed your smell. ❞ (Tala to Regina)

It’s been a long day for the both of them, it seems. Regina’s job as a mayor and Tala’s job as a stand in deputy plus a PI. They’d both come home exhausted but they are within each other’s arms and that is all that matters to Regina.

Sometimes, it’s tough being the only one who remembers what happened but she understands why Tala chose to forget. She understands it more than anyone and Regina was willing to give her the happiness she deserved and here they are, within each other’s arms. A normal life.

Henry is sound asleep, it’s just the two of them, and she pulls her lover in closer. The woman inhales her scent and Regina smiles fondly. “I missed you too, Tala. Come here.” She says, gripping the other’s chin with her thumb and lilts it upwards to press a kiss to her lips.

[nefariouspirit]

CLOSED STARTER FOR EMERY // @amuseadozen​

“YOU KNOW THAT WHATEVER YOU SAY IN THIS ROOM, will stay in this room, right?” Sophia prompted the female gently, reminding her in case she didn’t know. It is a reminder that Sophia liked to throw in the middle of a session just in case her client hesitates or hold back. 

“This is a safe space,” she reiterated, before she crossed her legs and lean into her chair, her smile remaining intact. 

Many have asked her before if it ever gets tiring, her job, but Sophia loves it so much that she wouldn’t mind the emotional exhaustion that would usually follow suit at the end of the day. 

[in-my-soul-arch]

@amuseadozen​ ~ continued by kara

Kara knew how much was hanging in the balance of what would be decided in the board meeting today, and so she had felt anxious the entire time her cousin  --previously believed to be brother-- was in the room with the other board members. For hours, she kept hovering in between her desk and the copier, not really able to focus on the story she’d been working on. 

More than anything, the blonde wanted his idea to get approved, but as soon as she noticed the angry expression on his face when he came walking out, Kara knew things hadn’t gone like expected. Oh, no. 

In mere seconds, she had managed to type up and send a text, but the answer she got back wasn’t very informative. The blonde hoped he would be more forthcoming during the lunch he suggested. There wasn’t much she could do about whatever had happened in there if she didn’t have all the details. At least, judging from the smile he’d given her, he knew she was in his corner on this. To be honest, she’d always be in his corner. It was Kaleb, after all.

[text: Kaleb] Pot stickers at my place in 20. Putting in the order now. 

[storiesungmoved]

@amuseadozen​ gets a starter for Lizzie/Liam au

When Lizzie steps outside of the Salvatore School for some fresh air, the last thing she expects to see is someone passed out on their front steps. Cautiously, she moves forward. “Hey.” She says a little loudly before she’s gently prodding him with her boot. “Hey!” She says, a  little louder before sighing.

Wait a minute.

Upon closer inspection - she knows that face! She’s read the journals and seen pictures of the three brothers - she knows exactly who this is. Liam Salvatore. Wait, wasn’t he supposed to be dead? How the hell is he here and alive?

Slowly, she kneels down on the ground next to him with an ‘ugh’ at the thought of dirtying up her jeans but soon she reaches forward and gently wraps slender fingers around his shoulder to give him a gentle shake. “Liam? Wake up!”

[storiesungmoved]

@amuseadozen​ sent ​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞ (Tala to Regina)

“Shh, stay there.” Regina hushes her lover quietly, peaking out from around the corner of the wall they are behind. She’d come to a village upon hearing of an uprising of lowly peasants against her. Now she knows who has given them the encouragement.

It would be so easy to destroy the army. There’s about five men, she could squash them like bugs. The question is - does she want to? Yes, she very much does. A fireball appears in her hand, ready to throw at any given moment.

“It’s Snow’s army. I should have known those dreaded rats were behind this.”

[storiesungmoved]

@amuseadozen​ sent 🛑+ to reverse so receiver is the one cleaning blood off sender (Sam undercover protecting Mafia Kat)

SEND 🛑 TO CLEAN BLOOD OFF OF MY MUSE AFTER THEY PROTECTED YOURS.

add + to reverse so receiver is the one cleaning blood off sender

Sam being undercover is something that Katherine didn’t expect nor did she expect them protecting her to happen. It was not a another police officer but instead a rival gang member that had cornered Katherine. She could have handled it on her own but before she knows it, there’s a fight that is broke out that inevitably ends up in Sam shooting the rival member. Blood splatters coat their face along with scratches upon knuckles and face and now Katherine is taking care of their injuries and cleaning the blood off of their face.

“You didn’t have to do that, Sam.” Katherine says as she brings the wet wash cloth up to dab at the scratches upon the other’s face. “What are you even doing here? You’re not supposed to be here.”