#dark sides of the muses

[beatrice1979a]

Monsters

The Dark Side

Sentimonsters - Monsters - Monsters (alt ver) - Savior

original:

The Dark Side (alternate reality) by Muse

I hail from the dark side For all my life, I've been besieged You'd be scared living with my despair And if you could feel the things, I am able to feel

Break me out Set me free

Save me from the Dark Side

[kaitlinamberxo]

“Don't lecture me, Obi-Wan! I see through the lies of the Jedi. I do not fear the dark side as you do. I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite fictional muses — 43/100: Anakin Skywalker

[ghost-bxrd]

I don't know if you are aware of Epic The Musical, but I want to point out a couple of lines from Ruthlessness that remind me of Jason (re batman not killing the joker).

"You are the worse king of good 'cause your not even great ... cause you fight to survive, but won't kill and don't get the job done"

"You are far to nice, mercy has a price ... Unlike you I've got no mercy left to give"

Dang…. Yeah those lines are screaming Jason.

Jason started out as this sweet boy who didn’t let his tough life dictate his future and found happiness despite it all only to have it ripped from him in the most brutal fashion.

And then he comes back. And he’s large, he’s powerful, he’s scary. And he’s trying to make the world a better place no matter the cost. Regardless of how many bridges he has to burn.

But at the core of it all he’s just a hurt little child asking his father why he wasn’t enough.

[zenerased]

MUSE - SIMULATION THEORY FILM The Dark Side

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Sen was wondering the streets at night till he thought he saw someone that looked like his friend walk into a bar. He was unused to this place and was getting hungry after not eating for a few days due to research.

Hyasha was also looking for his friend but got lost in the woods. He spotted a woman with long hair and dark eyes. She looked like the crimson moon. "Um, excuse me, miss. Can you tell me where I am and how to get to town?"

(for Diluc and Arlechino)

During this time in the same bar, Diluc was eating something himself but he keeps his eyes gazed forward. Wondering what will happen or what he'll do for now. He didn't question it only to rethink about it. He noticed the other and wonders if he was lost or something else.

Arlechino was looking up at the sky wondering what time tells of her. She was always busy yet not too bad to where things get in the way. However, she blinks hearing someone speak to her. "....Hmm? Your lost?" she looks to him but thinks. "Well, you aren't too far from the town. It's due north from here so again not that far." she said showing the direction.

[lokisasylum]

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[blackwood4stucky]

from what i've tasted of desire, i hold with those who favor fire because the sun also delights in moonlit nights...

From the moment the mystery boy came inside the cafeteria, Bucky knew his soul no longer belonged to him. There was no other conceivable way for him to make sense of the quivering in his lower belly, the pounding of his heart, with just a single look in his direction. That glacial stare turned on him in full force set his blood aflame with want, with desire. He wanted to know more but the boy was surrounded on all sides by what appeared to be a formidable family.

"Who is that?" Bucky asked, his attention solely captured by the blond.

"Oh him? Just another one of the Romanov Children, the good doctor and his wife seem to pick up strays like fruits attract flies." Peggy's posh accent grated on his ears but he listened anyway.

"Peggy, come on. Don't be like that," Sharon said turning to Bucky, nudging him with her shoulder. "That's Steve, Steve Rogers."

musings from a dark twilight stucky au

[stcries]

me watching moots on dash also getting infected with arcane brainworms

[stclker]

What if... corrupted Ellen AU

[lilsciencequeen]

simulation theory is the perfect driving album

[lord-squiggletits]

I need to reread the comics again to have specific arguments/evidence for this, but like

I feel a bit like I could've been sympathetic to the way other Cybertronian colonies view Cybertron, if it weren't for the fact that at least several of them (as in, ones that get notable dialogue/screen time) are so low-key self-righteous?

Like, idk... there's a lot of criticism of Cybertronians because they're so "warlike" and how their obsession with violence and vengeance is just dragging the whole galaxy down with them, but uh. The Autobot-Decepticon war was basically a product of societal ills bubbling over for like 6 million years beforehand and then finally boiling over into a 4 million year war that lasted as long as it did because the people involved had immense social/psychological trauma from being "raised" in an oppressive society.

So when the colonists come in being all 'omg you people are so violent and uncivilized why don't you just like, stop fighting' it kind of pissed me off a little bit as a reader/person like. Idk the colonists really came into this society of people full of massive amounts of trauma where even before the war society was super oppressive and no one has any experience of living "normal" lives unaffected by violence and bigotry. And the colonists were like "ummm wow why don't you guys just??? stop fighting???." Like idk it wasn't EVERY SINGLE MOMENT, in fact I think that when it was played for laughs it's quite a funny "fridge horror" type element. It was just annoying because like.... IDK???? It's just really annoying to watch a bunch of people who lived relatively sheltered lives on their own planets come to a different planet full of traumatized people and be like "omg why are you people so fucked up" IDK BRO MAYBE BECAUSE THEIR SOCIETY WAS OPPRESSIVE AND THEY LIVED THROUGH A LIFELONG WAR???

It also doesn't help that the colonies were literally founded based on imperialism and conquest so like, it's fucking rich to hear colonists scolding Cybertronians for their violence ruining the whole galaxy while literally sitting on planets that their Primes colonized from others. The hypocrisy of this is briefly mentioned in Unicron (literally the FINAL STORY OF THE SERIES) but like, that's basically the only time Cybertronian characters are given a reprieve of sympathy from other characters in universe and it's so tiresome.

I've talked to other people who didn't like the colonists and thought they basically (narratively speaking) existed just to shit on the existing characters, and it's actually really easy for me to sympathize with/outright agree with that assessment of the story considering how much of exRID/OP seems to be preoccupied with "Cybertron/the Primes/Optimus sucks" with very few reprieves for anything positive happening and even fewer chances for characters to get to explain themselves and experience a little bit of justice? Like, as the audience, it's just very frustrating to see the characters you spent hundreds of issues keeping up with get shit on by a bunch of "literally-who"s and then not really get a chance to ever defend themselves, either by literally defending themselves in conversation or having some sort of narrative thing happening that vindicates them at least symbolically

[idolsummons]

Side Muse: Wen Li

The history of the Li family can be traced back hundreds of years to Zhiyuan Li. Zhiyuan did not make a name for himself in the traditional ways, such as plying a trade or becoming a well-renowned artist; rather, he became known for rising up through society through his study and extended use of dark magic. He married Lingyi Feng, a woman from a family which had both wealth and knowledge of dark magic, and together they had children of their own, to whom they passed down their knowledge and riches, who in turn passed it down to their children and so on.

In the modern day, the Li family is still prosperous, and though their history and practices have been forgotten to society at large, dark magic is something which is still passed down to the children in the family, who begin learning their dark practices when they are old enough to speak and read at even the most basic level.

Wen Li is the "middle" child and only female with three siblings: her twin brothers, Chun and Qiu being the oldest, with herself in the middle and a child brother, Bao. Each and every one of them is no exception to learning dark magic, and are even expected to help the younger siblings with their practice (and it was so difficult for her to learn from the twins, who relied heavily on one another to cast more powerful magic).

Since the moment she was able to read and write, Wen had a fascination with the family archives, an expansive library filled with everything one might ever hope to know about dark magic and its various sub-classifications, coupled with a desire to write.

Her very first writings were made up instructional pieces for dark magic and her characters casting such spells. Of course, as a child, these often took the form of summon a puppy or turn the whole sky into a rainbow.

As she grew older and learnt more of the magic passed down by her family, Wen grew out of writing such things, and instead turned to the fantasy genre. At the age of 12 was when she first conceptualised the world of Yaoguo. With few friends to speak of in reality, she spent every spare moment she had in this world, drawing maps, creating characters and creatures, putting them in situations and pitting them against one another.

It was through perusing the family archives at the age of 13 that the young writer and eager reader made quite an interesting discovery: a series of rituals which were carried out not through blood or human sacrifices, by drawing a sigil on the ground and chanting words, but rather, through the act of writing.

Poetry was the key to it, and a language long forgotten to humankind the scribe's tool. The text promised near anything the writer wished could become reality, with the caveat that the work had to be published in such a way that many eyes would fall upon it and many would read it themselves, whether aloud or internally; the more who read the passages, the more tangible the writer's desires would become.

And so, rather ecstatic about the idea and having nothing to lose were it unsuccessful either due to her own failings as a writer or the spell being nothing but the ramblings of a madman, Wen established a new species for her world and incorporated the language as their own - some of the greatest writing of all time is nothing more than borrowed ideas, after all.

Her first wish was a simple one: to become a famous and revered writer.

It started with her family reading her first novel at age 14 and collecting their feedback, and ended at age 16 with the publishing of the first novel in The Yaoguo Fables. Perhaps it was a fluke that her first novel became a best seller not only in China but around the world, but as she published more novels and put in riskier and riskier rituals, Wen knew that it was only possible for the words to indeed be imbued with magic.

Now 24 with six novels in The Yaoguo Fables series under her belt, Wen Li has even more fame and wealth than all others in her family. Having never been much for socialisation, she lives in a remote manor where she can focus on her writing without being disturbed, save for the occasional calling of her family (she's considering writing in a ritual which would see them visit less often). The Yaoguo Fables is a global sensation and its popularity is ever on the rise, and many wish for the reclusive writer to make a public appearance if only once. However, it would take more than a written ritual for her to work up that kind of courage...

[darth-maul-of-dathomir]

Against my better judgement, I have been convinced to return to the nightsister's temple, for a festival of sorts.

The trap was two fold:

One, I see now that I was romanced slowly with breadcrumb tales of culture long denied to me. This event is to showcase these things. Foods I have never tried. Rich wines and sweet meats. Mysticism on display, in honor of the people's gods. Revelry in the darkside.

My curiosity makes me weak, it seems.

Two, I was given solemn oath that no binding would be laid on me, no nightmagick cast. Not poison, nor bother to breed, nor insidious game would be played. Hospitality, and hospitality alone.

... again my curiosity strikes. I doubt their veracity and their intent, and I wish to be proven correct.

This is how I've come to be set on a pile of cushions, a spread of treats on one side, and a comely nightbrother curled up on my other. I am still waiting for the trap to be sprung, but in the mean time I am enjoying the cheese.

[galaxofmuses]

"Well shit. Is there another tournament going on? Cuz another Stars member is back."

"If it's Wesker again. I still need to talk to him."

"Nope! It's Redfield."

"Oh the one that punches the rocks for some reason?"

"Yep! That's the one!"

[civicmuses]

[  ☆  ]  Rosaline  wakes  up  in  a  cage.  Dazed,  Rosaline  tries  to  look  around  the  room  but  due  to  how  dark  with  was,  she  couldn't  make  out  anything.  As  she  continues  to  try  and  look  around,  a  voice  speaks  up  from  behind  her.

[  ☆  ]  ❝Look  who's  finally  awake…❞

[  ☆  ]  The  room  is  lit  up  by  a  series  of  candles  lining  the  walls,  emitting  the  room  in  a  soft  purple  glow.  Rosaline  could  finally  see  that  it  was  a  throne  room  of  some  kind.  The  throne  room  used  black  and  dark  purple  colors.  With  the  only  light  coming  from  the  lit  candles.  Behind  Rosaline's  cage  sat  a  thone  and  on  the  throne  sat  a  woman.  A  young  woman  with  dark  gray  skin,  wavy  black  hair,  and  was  wearing  a  black  and  dark  purple  dress  with  a  silver  tiara  on  her  head.

[  ☆  ]  ❝Your  family  is  going  to  pay  to  what  they  did  to  mine.❞

[resolutepath]

💋: for our muses to share a kiss under the mistletoe ( ling / ed )

Amestrian traditions are quite quaint, and endlessly amusing, Ling finds. Just being in the presence of what can only been described as the saving the world reunion - owing to the company present - he has watched a few in progress much to his fascination. The one that has brought the most joy of course, is the plant that has been pinned in several doorways, where he has watched extreme reactions of multiple varieties take place. From the ones who linger nearby, subtly eyeing who is beneath it, to the energetic avoidance and shocked faces, the Xing Emperor has taken great amusement in both establishing the rules of the tradition and watching others engage. Riza had been a great help in clarifying a few of the finer details for him, offering him a quick explanation when her observant gaze caught her curious expression before disappearing into another corner of the hall away from the commotion.

He almost lets it slip his mind when Ed walks into the room, talking loudly with Alphonse about their latest investigations. With chin upon palm and elbow upon table, he simply watches the other, piercing ebony gaze softened by the affection he holds. Others more impulsive than he might jump up immediately to be within Ed's periphery, to feel that aureate gaze upon them, but he has time. He's happy to wait until the chatter has settled and he can steal a few minutes that can be his alone.

But that doesn't mean he can't get creative in the meantime.

A smile settles on his face as he rises with the mention of another drink, leaving his chattering table in the hands of Lan Fan and circulating through the room. He winds between food and drinks, plucking the odd snack just to keep up appearances, before finding a quieter hallway still bearing the odd plant that has everyone in an excitement of varying natures. He does not stand beneath it, but rather just before, perusing his collection of snacks and waiting. He knows it will not be long.

Sure enough the sound of boots upon floor draws his gaze up and there stands his golden partner, words spewing from his lips, a beration of sorts, though Ling pays it no mind. He is too busy taking in the changes since they last crossed paths, the definition showing on the returned arm, the relaxed nature of Ed's shoulders. He looks happy and relaxed and all the things he had hoped Ed would find once the war was over. It's enough to have a smile curl on his lips, despite the ornery outburst, though it soon morphs into a smirk as he lets his impish nature take hold.

"Hmm did you say something?" He raises a hand to his ear for effect, then slides back at the burst of movement as Ed springs forward, a hand gripping into his jacket, teeth grinding with that beautiful irritaiton only Ling seems to spark. "Well now, that was just rude, and would you look at that..." He pats at the wrist holding him before pointing upwards, towards the plant in the doorway he has just orchestrated them beneath and smiles. "I believe tradition says you have to kiss me now... unless you're scared of course..."

The expression on his face makes it clear this was all planned in a way that would make Ed be the one delivering the kiss, and he's unapologetic, even at the initiated outburst of I'll show you scared, you damn bastard that follows. His shirt is pulled and he rocks forward, laughing as they clash in a display of affection, the initial kiss awkward and rough but soon smoothing out into something gentler, a kiss shared between lovers who have missed each other dearly.

Later when they are alone, he'll point out to Ed that it is the first time Ed has kissed him in front of their shared friends, and ask how he feels about that before delighting in telling him he'll have to handle the fallout alone as XIng calls him home. It's worth the pillow to the face that follows to see the redness in Ed's cheeks, to be able to draw him back into another kiss and share just a few moments of the precious holiday together.