#drop muse names

[criticalcrux]

[helluva-hazbins]

ooc:

Who's up? And more importantly - who is looking for interactions with Lucifer?

Looking to follow more folks from the new blog.

[myristicisms]

miriam, is it true your type is super super ugly fugly men??? *insert those weird edits of dante's face*

Fine eyebrows furrow, confusion glimmering within cerulean eyes before she bites back a soft groan. The edits in question certainly do make her tastes look less than superb but... “ Ugly? I mean... Maybe a little scruffy and pathetic but ugly? Hm... Hey! Wait no! My type is not ugly men! It's pathetic losers which I fear is worse. ”

[pvremichigan]

Whoopsie time

[itsaninfestation]

@themarvelliteraryuniverse

Kylee paced the hallway of her soon-to-be-old apartment. Her worn sneakers squeaked across the grayish-white tile floor. Its increasingly wet surface from the rain outside only served to make her steps more audible.

She had thirty minutes left.

She had managed to sell some of her furniture since she had received the eviction notice a week ago, but that money would only cover a few nights in a hotel at best. The rest of it was tearfully tossed in the dumpster behind the complex.

Her life had been reduced to two duffle bags.

Kylee could contact the X-Men. She knew she would be welcome at the mansion. Most of the mutants there were friendly enough. She had especially clicked with Tess (@themckaytriarchy) over the years, but her first experience of living with them ages ago had ended in a chilling manner. She just couldn't bring herself to live there again.

There was also the local woman's shelter...

Her thumb hovered over the call button on her phone. There was technically another option, but she wasn't sure if it would pan out. It was a lot to ask of someone that she wasn't super close to (then again, she wasn't super close to anyone).

She bit her lip and pressed the button, waiting for the receiver to pick up on the other end. It rang once...twice...three times. Kylee heard the basic beginning of a greeting, but her nerves were shot, and she found herself speaking over them.

"Shawn. Everything has gone to shit, and I don't know what to do."

"I think I need your help."

[taylorrepdetective]

Wow what a night for surprise songs. A fun mashup (fuck 🛴😜) and a devastating mashup (fuck 🛴😫)

[kinaesthetiqueer]

nora muse: sooooo when's my next chapter

me: *avoiding eye contact*

[marquis-of-fate]

Starter call for the pretty kitty!

Give this a like if you want me to hop into your DMs for some plotting and I'll come a-knockin'!

[livewireatalanta]

just dropped in; PROLOGUE

[A SONG FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD STARTS PLAYING, A MELODY THAT REMINDS YOU OF A TIME WHEN YOU WERE A HAPPY CHILD — ONCE.]

Laying on the floor of the living room, the top of her head is settled against the top of Mark's. Like they're mirror images; her arms splayed out to the exact angle of his. The boombox is too close to their faces and in a minute their mother will come in from the kitchen and chide them for it, tell them how bad it is for their hearing. But for now, it's just Mark's crown against hers and the reverb of a slouched guitar sliding through the bridge of Heart-Shaped Box. The CD is secondhand and has a rough crackle behind the sound. In a month or so it will give out, finally, listened to over and over again by both its previous owner and the twins. Mark's breathy voice weaves through Kurt Cobain's and Nadia joins in without realizing: "Hey. Wait. I got a new complaint." Over and over again, on that chopper bringing her to whatever the fuck this new assignment is going to be, Nadia mouths that ending loop. Hey. Wait. I got a new complaint. Forever in debt to your priceless advice.

[A FIDGETABLE, ANALOG ITEM, CAN BE KNIFEY THOUGH YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD REASON FOR IT TO BE]

Mark had given it to her, on her twenty-fifth birthday. A joke gift because she had been on a string of missions that all dealt with anomalies in the form of priceless pieces of art. Nadia ended up loving the small, handheld microscope, joke though it was. Especially much later, when the transfer to Xi-13 meant endless stake-outs and recon drops in the middle of nowheres. Everything in nature was ten times cooler under the loupe: leaves, and insect nests, and patches of fungi. They took all her knives (which was a major fucking red flag but she was already in too deep to argue) and her sidearm, so Nadia reaches for the loupe from her pack. Doesn't look through it -- not much to fucking look at aside from metal and industrial storage -- just folds it out of the protective sheath and back, listening to the hinge click and the air slide over the glass.

[A PLACE OF GREAT PERSONAL SIGNIFICANCE, BE THAT POSITIVE OR NEGATIVE]

Four blocks down and one over from Nadia's childhood house sat the Pine Grove Towship Park. There was a playground, a shade awning with picnic tables and a stretch of field that came up against a scrubbysuburban forest. Nothing you could really get lost in, but dense enough to make late night, summer games of Manhunt interesting. Adjacent to the drifting tall-grass was a baseball diamond (more often home to charity softball games between fire department and police force, or impromptu kickball matches as long as someone was able to lift one of the Franklin rubber balls from the school gym). It smelled like mud and grass and gravel and damp wood, from the chips that lined the ground under the play structures. Nadia had memories tied to every inch of that corner lot: smoking under the child-sized climbing wall as a teenager, swinging silently with Mark while the sun set further and further, running through the trees in pitch black and holding back laughter so she wouldn't tip off the other team. It doesn't really smell like the park when the copter finally touches down. And, when Nadia hauls the door open, it certainly doesn't look anything like a suburban, middle America public park. But something of that place, those memories, linger at the back of the mind. Maybe it's the feeling of darting through dark-touched trees to a stretch of underbrush, hoping the person hunting you couldn't hear you breathing. Whatever it is, Nadia shakes it off and steps onto frigid concrete.

[criticalcrux]

I've got a few muses awake and I'm up for awhile here. Drop a name in the comments for a short starter.

BNHA: Dabi, Deku, Hawks, Bakugo

Hazbin: Lucifer Morningstar

DC: Terry McGinnis

[camels-pen]

uso-chan....... uso-san....... uso-swan.........

<- reminded of old sanuso fics they used to read and getting nostalgic

[aparticularbandit]

Also yes, I did catch that Mephisto mention, and I wasn't sure that's what it was, but someone else's post has confirmed that, and. Just saying. I'm aware.

[yaburnaee]

updated my muse list xx

[general-kalani]

For John, Amos, and Abaddon (yes, cursed option for a curse) —

Doll: For an unknown amount of time, the afflicted will be transformed into a child, and their memories will be altered to fit this change.

{ From here! }

{ John } There's a blinking, a tilt of the head. Where was once the sadistic man of a lawyer there's now a child with the brightest eyes. "Hm... I don't think we've met before!" There's a grin, not one of malicious intent but a genuine smile.

"The name's John! I like making new friends and..."

There's a sudden look around as if only now just realising the situation. "And I don't know where my brothers are. Can you help me?"

{ Amos } "... Veronica? Where's Veronica? Where's my li'l sis?" There's panic in the little boys eyes as he looks around. "H-Hey you! Where's my li'l sister?! Her name's Veronica Amos! I'm Samuel Amos, her older brother. I-I think I lost her! I can't lose her, she's all I have. S-She's..."

There's tears in the boys eyes, a small sniffle.

"I can't lose her... Please help me find her.."

{ Abaddon } There's hissing, claws slashing out as teeth bared.

It seemed Abaddon when he was younger was more like a feral animal than anything else.

Probably how the defence measures for Joseph started up.

[ambitiouslyher]

TAGS REDONE.

✦ ⫽ visuals ... wears a smile like a loaded gun ✦ ⫽ study ... no one wants a half-remembered tragedy. ✦ ⫽ muse ... it will stop your breath how cruel i can be. ✦ ⫽ aes ... red compels ̗ it stains. ✦ ⫽ lookbook ... anything can be a weapon if you wear it right. ✦ ⫽ desires ... we obsess ̗ it's in our nature. ✦ ⫽ main ... my touch is lethal ̗ my touch is power. ✦ ⫽ tmau ... how it ruined you ̗ name the organs it kissed. ✦ ⫽ marvel ... tastes like every dark thought you ever had. ✦ ⫽ double agent au ... a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists. ✦ ⫽ sxf au ... even with a bullet through your eye ̗ play your part and say your lines. ✦ ⫽ if i let him do this to me ̗ what else will i allow ? anything anything anything ... ninajason (spllledwlne). ✦ ⫽ we make each other alive ̗ does it matter if it hurts ... ninaloid (eleutheriya). ✦ ⫽ two strangers with each other's secrets ... nina and carol (danversiism). ✦ ⫽ nina and drucilla (spllledwlne). ✦ ⫽ nina and fujiko (eleutheriya). ✦ ⫽ my heart beats in the rhythm of threes ... NJLS.

✦ ⫽ ooc … my only coherent thought was: YIKES!

[apollos-boyfriend]

👀

jack time :D huge shoutout to this fic bc i have based like 90% of my jack inspiration from it it's so fucking good.

jack is like. the Oldest of the mansion's permanent residents for a long while, if not in general. i'm still unsure what i want to do with tim/brian, but jane at least only visits due to having a family on the outside, so a lot of the time the care taking is left to jack. (slender's fully there, he just doesn't give a fuck to keep the kids from killing each other/cooking meals for them.) incidentally, jack has developed a horrible case of Eldest Daughter Syndrome because. obviously. him being the mansion's kind of sole doctor does not help at all, because not only is everyone else's well-being down to him, if someone gets hurt (which happens often), he's the only one that can help, and if he fails, their death will be on him.

tim and brian and jane try to help as much as they can, but they don't get it. jack can never fully let himself rely on them, because they'll eventually leave. jane has her own family to take care of and god only knows what tim and brian do when they're not around. jack will Always have to maintain independence. he can't let his guard down. if he gets reliant on the other "adults", something could happen when they're not around, and he won't be sharp enough anymore to deal with it.

and i've spoken about this already but. jack is also just a kid! everyone thinks he's older because of his maturity/unnatural height, but he's just 16! the same age as natalie! it takes a very long time for them to realize that, even himself, bc he doesn't actually remember his age due to the ritual. it's only when brian eventually raises his suspicions that they try to do some digging and find out. oh. that's a kid

[send me a "👀" and i'll ramble about an au]