#mixedmysteries

[ronplacerontime]

@mixedmysteries

Christ, that's a huge woman. In comparison, the black truck parked next to her might as well be a pillbug at risk of being crushed underfoot during a moment of inattentiveness. Half curious and half anxious, ever vigilant about any strange happenings in the neighborhood, Ron has been watching her like a hawk from behind his curtains, chewing his bottom lip bloody with indecision. She definitely appears to be in distress, but she is also very much a stranger, and in Sandy Shores, strangers are only rarely anything but bad news.

Shoving his trusty handgun in the back of his khakis, concealed by the folds of his flannel, Ron eventually decides to be a good Samaritan and shoulders his front door open before making his way outside. Today being a bad pain day, his limp is particularly conspicuous as he stumbles down the dirt path leading from his trailer to the road.

"Hey," he calls, raising a faltering hand in greeting and to reassure her that he means no harm. "Everything okay? I, uh... couldn't help but notice that you've been standing out here for a while. You need directions or somethin'?"

[chaosfindsaway]

@mixedmysteries Plotted starter with Trevor [Jurassic World AU]

The war between dinosaur poachers raged on. Trevor never had any doubts that his camp was the best out there, but a particular thorn in his side had been getting in the way a lot more than he liked.

Rainn Delacourt.

The other poacher - dumb as he was but somehow able to manage - had been making bank making deals with Biosyn. Currently, Biosyn wouldn't turn to anyone else except Delacourt. Trevor needed to change that. Fast.

The answer to all his prayers came in the form of a woman. Cyra Lovejoy. Trevor had heard of her dealings - he knew her resources were capable of turning the tide for him. And he wasn't below offering his own resources if it meant overtaking Delacourt.

After having tracked her down to the bakery she owned, he pushed the doors open and sauntered in, arms wide open. "Well fuck me sideways! Doesn't this place just smell amazing?" He shouted out, a cocky grin sitting high upon his lips. "I'll have two cupcakes and a partnership please!"

[someflareoutwithlove]

@mixedmysteries continued from [here]

"Kinda" Jimmy told him "I got connections from a guy who gets these in from China. They are super illegal here. Something about chemicals, or whatever."

Jimmy tossed an unopened can over to Wade "try it yourself. I should warn you, you might think your heart is about to explode but that just means it's really good shit."

[snkts]

📜 -Lyell pls

Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse.|| ACCEPTING

Logan: I'm a reverse necromancer. Lyell: Isn't that just killing people? Logan: Ah, technicality.

[sillymuses]

@mixedmysteries

"Call me shortie again and I'll punch your knees! I'll do it!"

[young-botanical-genius]

Western au.....Seymour would be so cute in western wear. Just a gay lil gay boy. Soft man....

i've actually come up with a lsoh western au with some friends in a discord server i'm in!!! i did some art for it too!

we decided seymour would be a poor farmhand in a small town who suddenly finds success when his strange plant begins to attract the attention of tourists >:3c

[homelander-rp-blog]

Starter call. starter for @mixedmysteries (for your Lyell!)

It's not like he's not thankful for the job but sometimes it just gets boring.. being the ship's system operator, he doesn't get to see the passengers nor the captain, he's just.. fiddling with computers and wires to make sure everything goes smoothly in the aircraft. their ship is the biggest one in their state and is only for transporting passengers and cargo. They make a stop at the next planet and John decides to hit a nearby bar, exhausted from the long day. they aren't allowed to drink when on the clock so he appreciates these short times he gets to relax and have free times for himself alone. they 'sail' near three hours later so he got enough time for a nap and maybe, just maybe, finding a hot chick, too. the place is crowded but lucky for him, he finds an empty stool near a big man with eyepatch..

[unburiedhatchet]

@mixedmysteries Continued thread [x]

Michael retracted his hand after shaking it and sat down at the bar next to her, a light smile toying with his lips. He was honestly just thankful it hadn't been him who she'd thrown out. Most of the places he frequented were packed tonight. At least in this club, he had room to breathe a little.

"So...since you're buying the first round, how about you pick the poison?" He suggested, glancing up at all the liquor bottles stocked behind the bar. There weren't many types he hadn't tried at least once - even Trevor's disgusting moonshine concoction, which made him a lot less picky these days.

[fullcfmysteries]

@mixedmysteries sent: 🥴 Lyell @ Stanford ?

are you okay? (always accepting)

to  catch  my  muse  as  they  faint.

Ford's vision was becoming spotty since he could only see black spots as he tried to grasp onto a shelf right in front of him but he missed, the dark soon overwhelming his vision. He was just getting some groceries since they were running out of important necessities but that will have to wait.

He must've fainted for only a minute, letting out a groan. He struggled to open his eyes, the light hitting him harshly. He reached up to cover his eyes, "Bright..." That's when he noticed something. He wasn't on the floor, the floor would've been hard but a cushion was underneath him. He barely opened his eyes, only to see a silhouette looming over him which makes him somewhat aware that this silhouette had caught him just in time.

[cartoonslackers]

@mixedmysteries for your Stanley

Jack Spicer shows up on the porch of the Mystery Shack, his clothes a mess and his bright, fire-engine red hair disheveled. He needs a place to stay. Anywhere. He has cash, so maybe...just maybe...

"H-HELLO?" Jack calls out, knocking on the door loudly. His right sleeve is torn from where a wild dog ripped off the black cloth, and blood coats his forearm, while a small drizzle of it almost leaks from his nose. "Anyone HOME? I can pay you! I just need to rest-! Please!"

[chaosfindsaway]

@mixedmysteries Plotted with Trevor!

"Get in loser, we're going to go fuck some shit up."

The best greeting a new neighbor could ever hope to get from Trevor Philips. He'd pulled up next to their van, smacking the side of his truck in a gesture for the newbie to hurry. It wasn't often that people came to Shandy Shores - the place was a complete shit-hole placed in the middle of the scorching desert for the purpose of reminding everyone that Hell was a place on Earth. Trevor had to do everything in his power to make sure anyone who passed through or planned to stay had the stomach for this place.

"Hey, come on, chop fucking chop."

[townofcadence]

🗣 Maybe Lyell is being described by the muse you're inspired for?

How My Muse would Describe Yours

"Have you seen this person? I was asked to meet them and uh--- okay, so from the picture their like--- they have an eyepatch? and big square earrings that look like maybe gold? There's a dark spot-- probably a mole-- on their forehead over the eyepatch, but like high up near the hairline. They have dark hair and dark skin with some red undertones I think? Also a beard and their hair is tied back. They look like they're in their forties maybe?"

[spxcemuses]

@mixedmysteries | x.

The high priest does his best to bite back a heavy exhale from the contact, the proximity temporarily pinning him against the shelf when Lyell reaches to get it for him. Once Lyell stepped back, he moved from the shelf, glancing at the codex now in the other’s hand.

" Ah, thank you. "

He says with gratitude for their assistance, plucking it from their hand with ease and giving Lyell a smile. Tzekel-Kan didn’t really need the help; he could have reached it, he thought, but he was thankful nonetheless. He stands there next to the other, opening the text and flipping through a few pages until he found what he wanted: astronomy. Well, the entire text was astronomy, but there was a specific section he was searching for.

" I wish they did not store these up so high. Keeping track of time with the stars is of utmost importance. "

[snkts]

"... Holy shit."

[sillymuses]

Seeing you to kimiko makes me wanna rp clay again....

@mixedmysteries

//Wahahahahaha! We could always use more xiaolin dragons around here tehehe.

[young-botanical-genius]

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

Character Development Questions: Hard Mode

Having been surrendered to the Skid Row Home for Boys as a baby, Seymour never truly knew his birth mother. The only thing he ever really managed to find out about her was her name, Winifred Krelborn, which was helpfully written on the birth certificate he had been left with (strangely, the spot for his father's name was mysteriously left blank).

At the time she exited his life, he had been much, much too young to have formed any lasting memories of her. He often finds himself wondering if she ever truly cared for him— if she ever felt any regret towards leaving him at the orphanage, or if she simply abandoned her unwanted child as soon as she could and never thought about him again.

...Given that he was presumably born on Skid Row, he strongly suspects the latter, but there is a part of him deep down that still hopes otherwise.