#cupcakesmuses

[arch-faes-son]

@cupcakesmuses bc i wanted a boy to kiss Perrin (eventually)

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"Hey! Gods its been so long!" Killian rushes up behind the taller man.

This was going to turn into a dangerous situation if he hadnt asked for help... Throwing an arm around the mans shoulders, He pulls him in to whisper in his ear. "Don't look but I'm being followed, please just walk me to my carriage house." He looks up at him, brown eyes pleading.

It was evident that Killian probably had a bit too much to drink, but the two big men looming behind him was a telling sign.

[tru-neutral-good]

@cupcakesmuses Gets a requested DND verse for Vera (requested by me)

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Vera was the kind of assassin that people hear of through whispers. They were raised to hide, infiltrate, stalk and kill, and ever since they were fifteen the ante was raised exponentially. They were loaned out to the highest bidder, to kill anyone under the sun with very little reservations about it. Until there was a bust on the underground organization, and Vera changed custody from them to the kingdom.

The security of her cell was high but so was the quality, they hadnt lived in such luxury in a long while. They figured the king would have to call in a favor sometime, if they were being treated like this and not executed.

And that was correct.

Put before the king with a knight by their side, they knelt, looking up at the throne. Their assignment was pretty simple. 'take care of' another king that is encroaching on his territory. Sure. Though the king let them both know that the knight by their side would be accompanying them to make sure they wouldn't escape. so on a short leash as well...

"I don't work well with others."

They say as they rifle through the bag of their belongings they wouldn't let them have in containment, shrugging on a jacket they look back at the knight in question.

"ready to go, pretty boy?"

[whomuses]

“ i think my nurse is trying to kill me. ” - Trent to Ted. What landed Trent in the hospital? That's up to you ;)

"Well, now, who wants to kill you, Nancy Drew?" Ted kept his tone light, friendly, wondering just where this was coming from. Admittedly, he was pretty sure Trent was on some of the good painkillers, but still, it was a heck of a thing to hear from a friend.

[the-last-command]

"big city, wrong choices." - @courier2lw

{ Redwood’s look of contempt was unrivaled. Anger. Disgust. Wrath. All of that was there in his eyes. Along with the drive to kill. To maim. }

{ What words West had to say, fell on deaf ears. Every ignorant to advice, Ares could care less about this city and it’s laws. It’s laws were meaningless. The Sheriff made it so . . . by his own corruption. He’s hurt many, many people, yet always appeared “virtuous” in the eyes of the public. Ares could not abide. He could not allow it to continue. }

{ He must end this monopoly on violence. With his own methods. }

“Out of my way.”

{ The mercenary grabbed West. His vicious eyes stared at West, almost like some hungry wolf disturbed before his kill. It was as if, Ares was ready to hurt West as well. Ares relented, but kept his objective firm. He wanted West to understand where he was coming from. }

“Someone needs to put him down. These people are blind. Cowards. It might as well be my burden. My action to take!”  

[amyisntwaiting]

❛ it’s nothing, i’m just tired. ❜ - Rory

Amy pressed her lips into a line as she stared at Rory. "Oh, sure," she started, "since when's that been your tired face and not saddest-man-on-Earth face?" Still, in the hope that he was just tired, Amy poured tea into a mug and thrust it toward him. "Drink then. It'll perk you up. We've got things to do."

[scribedhorror]

@cupcakesmuses​ || X

Bill scrubbed deliriously at his eyes, the exhaustion blurring his vision but not enough not to recognize the broad chest that was next to him. Without thinking, his arms wrapped around the other man, eyes falling shut as he breathed in deeply the feeling of Richie surrounding him. 

“Don’t go,” the writer mumbled. “Please.”

[butnobodyhome]

 ❝ Birthdays are good for your health. Studies show that people who have more birthdays live the longest ! ❞ says a Vault Boy birthday card in which he is dressed like a doctor next to a day calendar that simply reads: Happy Birthday! West has written in small letters "March" over the top of the calendar to make it look 'more realistic'. (from @courier2lw)

Anna smiled at the corny joke. It was technically true. “Thank you, West.”

[theaccursedninth]

@cupcakesmuses dares to cross the Accursed...

[Let's wind back the clock for a moment. The year is 2013: a time before Mad Titans and Infinity Stones and the great "Blip" that sent the Universe into a frenzy for half a decade. Here, an ancient evil has just awoken, after so many centuries of slumber. They are the Dark Elves, a fearsome race led by the ever more fearsome Malekith. Survivors of a war when the worlds were yet new, they have at last returned to their barren planet, which is where we find them now...]

It was often these days that the Accursed Malekith found himself wandering the grounds beyond his quarters. So surreal it felt, to walk among the ash and rubble of Svartalfheim after all this time. Like a faraway dream, murmured a voice, an ancient voice with an ancient lilt preceding his fallen world. Malekith ignored the voice, tightening his hold on the hilt of his sword. Not a dream, he thought, as his blue-on-black eyes surveyed the toxic sky. Dark Elves and all they embodied were much better suited for the stuff of nightmares. Nonetheless, this ghoulish race was his responsibility, and so he'd taken it upon himself to carefully and meticulously patrol at night. After all, a leader's duty, he'd often expressed, was to prioritize his peoples' survival, and what better way than to identify a threat, himself?

Oh, but irony saw fit to mess with him this evening: no sooner had he turned a corner, than his eerie, iridescent eyes widened and he stopped cold. There, in the distance, was a figure not of Svartalfheim origin. At a glance, they did not particularly seem threatening, but Malekith had lived long enough to know appearances were never to be taken lightly. He grit his teeth, unearthing his sword. Then, the Accursed stepped out of the shadows, eyes narrowed and a growl in his voice.

"Identify yourself, stranger. I do not take kindly to visitors."

[therapardalis]

Rubbish, Thera smirked to herself, and as she studied him a moment more, jaw shifting in thought, she almost decided to let him have his secret and let it go.

Almost.

She didn't literally dig her heels into the dirt they stood on, but a subtle, nearly unconscious shift of her weight telegraphed the same thing. "Most of the bird life is avoiding it." Cool, conversational, "No nests, hardly any fossicking on the roof. Plus there's no squirrels nearby, no rats under the boards."

Was she leaving it open for him to catch, and wonder, how she knew? Yes. Because he seemed a nice man but he was either lying or mistaken, and she was curious to find out which ...

“I can assure you, Miss Landsend,” The Doctor laughed, shaking his head, “there is not.” He gestured for her to leave, showing the path way to the fence gate towards the side of the house, leading to the front garden.

“But perhaps you’ll enlighten me as I escort you off these premises.”

Now, she had him curious. Just what was she picking up? Most people came across the TARDIS by sheer accident. Or thinking that a police box was an actual police box, or that it was odd to see one at all. But most people, thanks to a little temporal displacement, ignored the TARDIS all together.

[svndrenched]

💋 (any of these or any side blog. Whomst ever you wanna give a smooch)

MISTLETOE MAYHEM

@courier2lw

Sal noticed the mistletoe conveniently after West had leaned on the opposite side of the doorway, and she was sweating bullets. Had he seen it? Was this on purpose? The had shared maybe, maybe twenty words, but nothing ever implied he felt literally anything about her. Oh god, had he implied things and she didn't catch on? Oh god. GOD. Was it hot in here? Anyone else having trouble breathing? Panic had set in quickly and quietly, all over someone she barely knew standing with her, probably accidentally, under some damn plant.

She had never wanted to disappear so badly in her life. How embarrassing. If she stayed still enough, he might not even look at her.

[whomuses]

i've got you. hold on. - ted to jamie :)

"I'm okay, I'm okay -" he was insisting, some part of him still stuck in that be tough mentality, but admittedly, Jamie really did not feel okay. His head was spinning, as he let the yank support him, forcing himself to breathe through his mouth. "Don' worry 'bout me, s'all good -"

[brokenreality--xa]

new discord. hmu if you wanna keep in touch. gunna be on a wee hiatus again from here. also we can write on discord if you want too.

blood.honey.

(make sure you add the two periods)

@cupcakesmuses

@lotuskissed

me jus taggin a few of you that i still communicate with once in a blue moon. anyone else is free to add.

[proelio-procusi-a]

@cupcakesmuses continued from here

Keaka waited patiently. Something about this temple didn't feel as confining as some of the others they had visited. Perhaps that was a good sign for what ever Perrin was going through but when he was back rather quickly she wondered if her gut instinct was wrong. "Yeah I could go for some food." She spoke with a small smile.

"What sort of budget do we have for the inn? I could get some quick cash if I can fence some of the jewelry I have if we need to." Her voice was lower on the second part not wanting to have too many people know about how she often made her money.

[tru-neutral-good]

@cupcakesmuses @themightyzwei gets an elliot

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The library wasnt really like one of the prestigious ones in zedash or anything like that. They made a point to say that all are welcome, and keep that in their actions. That might've meant more riff raff but as far as Elliot could see, not really. He didn't really batt an eye at the taller, a little bit worse for wear man that came in during their shift as the clerk.

"Hello!" he beams a smile. "Is there anything i can help you find?"

[not-your-chosen]

They smile under the mask obscuring the lower half of their face. "Certainly a romantic notion, Soldier. He will have a fair trial, of course, to figure the intent but for now: lets get you to the healers." Moving to turn the both of them away walking and talking with one of the advisors.

they hold onto his waist and slings his arm around her shoulders. Talking to the advisor, strategizing where to take him, they sigh at seeing no option other than the concubine quarters, the others options taken.

"Send the healers to the consorts quarters. Tell the men there about the situation too, i want no confusion."

"Yes, my King."

Walking thought the ornate blue tiled palace, it seemed like forever to get up the round staircase over to the atrium of the concubines common room.

The room in itself was an octagon leading into the private quarters of each concubine, the place looked like an oasis, glass ceiling shaded by intricately dyed cloth, lots of plants and cushions placed for people to sit. The four men were all looking at Perrin as soon as he entered, though they all had enough restraint to not really be in the way too much.

The healers took it from there, taking the man into an unoccupied quarters and looking over the wounds as the king pulled away, watching from the doorframe for a moment before turning back into the atrium

Aaaaaaa royalty!sadiha and Perrin tho????? @cupcakesmuses

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“My king!” The entire room let’s out a forlorn sigh. This man, the one entering the royal court with a man currently bleeding on the sheer white shirt he had on, is what in polite company sadiha would call a pest. The man was a scammer on every level, and comes to her regularly to bring offerings.

The veiled woman-king sits tall on a throne of purple wood and amber, their robes a blue so deep that no commoner had seen the depth of before, and all adorned with golden silk thread. The veil on her head is dark, but one can see the movement of her eyes as they squint at the man. He goes on some long winded spiel about bringing them the best concubine from his travels north and their masked mouth frowns.

“I do not see a concubine before me, no. Only a wounded soldier. I… accept your.. gracious gift none the less.” They say, standing from the throne, diaphanous fabric parts to show an olive toned hand reaching for the hurting man.

The herald closes the court of their banglador excellency as they move to ghost their hand at the small of the man’s back, casting a small healing spell. Nothing too intense, just enough to keep the blood at bay.

A royal guard moves to their other side and the woman-king whispers something in their ear. The man, now trying to leave, is intercepted by crowns guard and carted away before both of their eyes.

[inthisfire-ifindrain]

Happy 9 years of shipping these two together!!! Almost a decade!!! 🥰🥰

@cupcakesmuses @courier2lw