#mixedmysteries

[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!"

[homelander-rp-blog]

❛ you don’t have to pretend with me. ❜ -from lyell @mixedmysteries ( for our bodyguard au! )

they’re alone in the aisle lead to superheroes chambers and he’s watching that leaked video of what he said earlier in the conference room, he.. he was just upset and angry when he said he doesn’t care about his fans or- or those mud people! “they can’t treat me like this! I- I hate it! I didn’t mean it! Ugh!” he holds his tears at bay, sniffling.

Tearful blue eyes sharply turn to look at the man standing by his side “what do you mean by that?! I..I’m not over-acting! Certainly not crying over this fucking thing!” he tosses the phone to the wall and breaks into tears in time with the loud crashing sound of hard plastic of the phone’s frame. He doesn’t know the man very well. okay, they just had a one night together.. maybe John went and got feeling for him.. but still, he shouldn’t be this open with him! Lyell’s words were so assuring, ‘you don’t have to pretend with me’ that John wanted so bad to take this serious, his heart strings shivering when he thinks of letting the man ‘closer’, putting his trust in him and only him alone.. he wipes at the tears running down his face “yeah.. sometimes I hate it when going.. going public! You know? It’s overwhelming sometimes a-and I don’t know who the hell filmed me back in that room!”

[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!"

[unburiedhatchet]

@mixedmysteries said "I may not be beautiful, but at least I know a lot of useless information." -from agata

"Don't be so hard on yourself. You're stunning." Michael understood insecurities quite well. He used to have hardly any until he married Amanda. She liked to pick him apart day after day which eventually took its toll - like slowly chipping paint off rusty old pipe to reveal it's true color. He leaned forward, lifting the bottle of whiskey to pour her another round. "Besides, I don't let just anyone take a ride on my yacht. You have to pass the stunning vibe check first."

[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

[home1ander]

“ Are you sure you’re not the one who is losing their mind? ” Lyell @ homelander maybe?

𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌.

He mouths the word 'what' and from there, although his confidence shifts it isn't completely off kilter. Thankfully after that, he had much more to spare. Along with that his expression twists into confusion, his eyes wander a moment. Confusion because he wasn't altogether too certain what that was supposed to mean. " Am I losing my m--? Wh-why would you say that? Do I look insane? Like that I've lost touch with reality? I'm..." John stopped talking for a moment and he thought a little. "I'm sorry. Who are you exactly?" He's frozen between a smile--one of those uncertain ones while half way past skepticism as he studies the one whose asking a ridiculous question. He'd continue. "What a odd thing to say to someone when you hardly know them."

[dragonskxn]

Royalty AU -ending a war between magical creatures and humans tho....

Arranged Marriage Prompts

@mixedmysteries

She did not want to meet her new betrothed in some stuffy council chamber or the throne room. The garden was her safest bet, a place so tranquil it soothed her nerves.

Both dragons and dragonskins alike had been at war against humans for years — a mere drop in the bucket for dragonkind due to their aging process, but the death toll was steadily rising. Their populations were dwindling, and for what? A petty war over territorial disputes?

Her mother, ever the warrior, had fought alongside her people. She came back draped in a funeral shroud.

Her father could not marry again. He would not. As his sole child, Annalise took up the responsibility of ending the war once and for all: through a marriage.

She sat quietly on a garden bench, surrounded by fragrant shrubs of peonies and lavender. Annalise had dressed simply for the occasion in a soft, seafoam green gown. No jewelry, no tiara. She was not one for putting on theatrics.

As her guard announced her betrothed's arrival, she sat up straighter, trying to calm her shaking hands by clutching against the fabric of her skirts.

[paleobird]

🧼 "Do you prefer to take a shower during the morning or evening? Do you like taking baths? What's your favorite scent of shower gel?"

"Since I don't really take showers, I'll just answer these in the context of my dust baths. I like to take them in the morning so my feathers are all clean and ready to be preened for the day! I don't really have any shampoo or the like... but sometimes I spoil myself with some scented shampoo specifically for feathers! Usually something nice and fruity."

[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."

[homelander-rp-blog]

Starter call. Starter for @mixedmysteries . for your Agata!

Living in a small village isn’t such glorious achievement to look forward in your vacation days but John really wanted to come over here, at least for once and spend few times all alone and only by his lap top, going out on a morning stroll when sun comes up and returning home after having dinner in a small, local restaurant.

The neighbors of the cottage he rented for his vacation are a lovely, old couple and a single mother living with her two children on her farm, John have met the couple for few times but never seen the owner of the beautiful farm. He did take few pictures of it too, because it was just so beautiful and today, in his surprise he spotted a woman in the farm when he woke up from his midday nap and looked out of the window when waiting for coffee to brew.

“can she be the owner?” he asks himself, tilts his head while watching the figure. From here he can’t see much but she has dark skin, long hair bundled up behind her head and a huge figure too..

Grabbing his warm wool jacket on his way out, he rounds the cottage to approach the lady in question “hey! Hi! Um.. you uh.. are you the owner of this farm?” he tugs the jacket lapel close around himself, hoping his appearance looks good enough, just left the bed and his hair must be a mess of tangled strands. “I’m John! I uh.. I rented that cabin over there?” he points over his shoulder with his thumb, extending a polite arm for a handshake as he gets closer.. “nice to meet you, ma’am!”

[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.

[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.

[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.