#muse: fiona

[inthisfire-ifindrain]

@mamavalcalaw @omicrontheicequeen liked for a starter

Fiona was rummaging though a large crate when she heard a noise behind her, something big sounded like it was approaching, making her stop moving and act as still as a statue.

She wasn't sure weather or not to call out, maybe it was a sales man and their bhramin, but it sounded bigger. slowly she slid out of the crate and turned around her eyes getting wide as she sees the deathclaw her eyes looking from the large tail all the way up to her horns.

"Oh fuck." she said as she slid down the side of the crate her knees at her chest, this wasn't something she prepared for as part of her was about ready to accept the end in this moment.

[coreofgold]

ever since that day , everything has changed ( kili and fiona )

This Meme || @vcndetta

"What happened?" Kili asked, intrigued and wanting to hear. "I promise I won't interrupt."

[starry-mang0s]

More pretty outfits for the pink wall decal and queer bug 💛

Some little detail explanation:

I gave Scrabby an earring sort of thing that resembles his crystal and the ribbons around his arms are supposed to look like wings! Or at least have a wing texture. Also gave him a bug mandible motif on his skirt, corset belt, and necklace!

I didn’t have much to say for Prismos fit but I really like the ribbon I gave him :>

[inthisfire-ifindrain]

Fiona giggles and puts her arms around him as he hugs her tightly. "I told him I wanted to tell you. When the time was right anyway. Maybe I should have said something a little bit sooner."

"Of course we can name it after your dad. Hopefully I can give you a son this time, we will see." She smiles and lays her head on his chest as she looks at the crib. She wasn't in the legion anymore however the mentality still slipped through on occasion.

"I think willow is going to be excited to have someone to play with regardless though."

inthisfire-ifindrain​:

She walks more into the room and puts her hand on the crib. “Well I didn’t think we were waiting, besides it would be far to late now to wait.”

She reaches in and takes one of the baby blankets and folds it before laying it back onto the small mattress.

“Betty’s vision thing is quite unique.” She adds as she smiles looking back at him.

“He didn’t tell me!?” West exclaims but he is a far cry from upset about any of this. Once the realization really hits, he starts to laugh and he can’t stop until he’s hugging Fiona tightly, rocking her back and forth and then kissing her face.

He understood his dad a lot more since Willow, since remembering the faults his dad had, the things West was resentful of him for. Being a father was hard. Extremely hard. And Willow was still so little. He wished Dad was around to enjoy all of this with him.

“Can we name this one after my dad?” West asks once his chuckles die down and he’s just holding his wife.

[thedemonofcat]

Kaer Morhen keeps a lot of magic objects.

One of them is a mirror that shows you the most beautiful person in the world; however, it does so based on your subjective opinion. Beauty is inherently subjective, so the spell couldn’t work in an objective manner.

The young witchers used to dare each other to stand in front of the mirror. A risky thing to do if the person who showed up in the mirror was another trainee. Or—gods forbid—an instructor.

Nowadays, it just gathers dust in the crumbling Keep.

One cold winter’s day, Geralt stumbled upon a mirror locked away in some forgotten storage. At first, he was startled to find it didn’t show his reflection. Instead, it revealed the image of a strikingly beautiful man with blue eyes and brown hair.

The man in the mirror exhaled, fogging the glass just enough to trace words with his finger.

“Help me.”

Logically, Geralt knew he should probably question why someone had trapped another in a mirror. But in that moment, his instincts took over. Without thinking, he reached out a hand. To his surprise, it passed through the glass, allowing him to grasp the other man’s hand and pull him out.

The man stumbled free, brushing off centuries of imprisonment with a sigh. “A hundred years trapped in that blasted mirror,” he muttered, his voice lilting like music. He glanced up at Geralt with a bright smile. “I’m Julian, by the way, though most people—well, most people did—call me Jaskier.”

“Geralt,” the witcher replied curtly, his eyes narrowing. “Why were you trapped in a mirror?”

Jaskier sighed dramatically, as if recounting an age-old grievance. “I was a Muse in training,” he began, noting Geralt’s confused expression. “You know, a Muse. We inspire mortals—help them create art, music, poetry. I was being groomed to become the next Muse of Music and Poetry.”

“I’m guessing things didn’t go as planned,” Geralt said dryly.

“Oh, it was going splendidly at first! I’d even reached the part where I gained immortality,” Jaskier replied, a note of bitterness creeping into his tone. “Then some sorcerer decided to trap me in a mirror just because I refused to become his personal Muse.”

Geralt raised an eyebrow. “So you’ve been stuck in there all this time?”

“Not just stuck,” Jaskier said with a huff. “The sorcerer, you see, was a terrible narcissist. He cursed the mirror to show only the most beautiful person. Naturally, he assumed it would reflect himself. Spent so long admiring his own face that he didn’t even notice the mob coming to kill him.” Jaskier grinned impishly, then leaned closer to Geralt. “You, my dear Witcher, are the first person to actually see me in a century.”

Geralt stared at him, unsure whether to be flattered or exasperated.

[inthisfire-ifindrain]

[ STAR ] - our muses find a sunset sarsaparilla star bottle cap and are attacked by a treasure hunter. - from @goseesunnysmiles my new girl! Still working on her stuff. Reconsidering the FC IDK.

She looked at Sunny who was holding the star cap as the stranger approaches them with his gun out. "And why would we just hand the cap over? Just because you have a gun does not mean you have an advantage, there is only one of you after all."

Behind the man a very large cat starts to come out from behind a building quietly sneaking up on the stranger, the black cat was easily as big as one of Antony's dogs at the fort, you could see its large claws digging into the dirt as the cat creeped up, silent and not alerting the treasure hunter.

[gallaghersgal]

okokok last thing i'll send for sleepover i just wanted another one w fiona<3

"wear a jacket, it's cold out." fiona's too motherly to everybody around her she does it to you too

-🐁

you're late to work, trying to run out the door while all the younger gallaghers are getting ready for school. you thunder down the stairs after almost beating carl's ass for taking too long in the bathroom. spending so much time around the gallaghers, you weren't afraid to put an eleven year old in his place.

you find your sneakers in the mess of shoes on the staircase, step carefully over frank's sleeping form, and dash into the kitchen. "fi, i gotta go," you say quickly, grabbing your purse from the counter and pressing a quick kiss to fiona's cheek. "i'll get debs and carl from school today, love you."

you turn to dash off but fiona catches your wrist. "hey, wait a sec, jesus. i made you lunch."

you step back into the kitchen, rocking on your heels as she pulls a brown paper bag out of the fridge. "thank you," you murmur as she steps into your space.

"love you," she says as her lips land a quick kiss to yours, pressing the bag into your hands before letting you go. "and wear a jacket, its cold out!" she calls after you.

you're already halfway out the door, but you turn around to snatch a coat from the rack by the door, flashing her a smile in return.

end.

[inthisfire-ifindrain]

She looks up at him with a smile. Although she felt worried she had confidence he would be fine, or make it out alive anyway. Fiona would never say it loud but she had a feeling he was more dangerous then Vulpes, Maybe more deadly, quicker. Wondering who exactly would be the survivor of the fight, she already knew who she wanted to win.

"True, and you have been with me for so long at this point. He probably has let his guard down with you anyway. Something significant would have to happen for him to catch on at this point."

As he pats her head she giggles. "I wish we could leave right now, go to the strip. I'm dreading the days he is here more and more. This last task took weeks." She frowns. "It could be a while before he leaves again, We will just have too, play nice."

He knows she would. He knew women like Fiona. They were all consuming, passionate. Sinking their teeth into your flesh and never letting go. If you plan on leaving, they’ll tear through your flesh and leave scars that you never would forget. He could tell, because sometimes he saw a lot of himself in her.

Perhaps it was unwise to get involved the way he did. But it was too late now, he dug his grave.

Cicero pats her head with one hand momentarily, seeing that she was thinking on it a little too deeply. He didn’t want her to worry or be sad.

“Come now Miss Fiona. Don’t talk like that- I’ll be fine. It’s not like I haven’t been hurt before or punished. If it comes down to it- really comes down to it. I’ll figure it out. Don’tchu worry your pretty little head eh?”

That is- if Vulpes didn’t kill him for it.

Then again, he’d have to actually kill him first. And Cicero, the fool he was, wasn’t entirely insecure about facing his master if he had to.

[thedemonofcat]

They called him Dandelion, the bard with the golden voice. Although he likely preferred the name Jaskier, this was over a century ago. He often wondered why he had fallen out of favor with his original name, Juilan.

The names Jaskier used mattered little; he would always be the child of a Muse. His goal was to use his magic and music to help and inspire others. However, one day a Mage, desiring a Muse of his own, captured and imprisoned Jaskier within his lute.

Years later, long after the Mage had been forgotten, the Witcher Geralt received the lute as part of a reward for a job. With no use for it and facing a particularly cold night, Geralt decided to use the lute as kindling to keep the fire going and warm Roach.

To his surprise, someone magically emerged from the fire where the lute had been burning.

[confessionofhalsey]

Halsey as The Great Impersonator 2/2

In order of tracklist:

10. I Never Loved You (Kate Bush)

11. Darwinism (David Bowie)

12. Lonely Is The Muse (Amy Lee)

13. Arsonist (Fiona Apple)

14. Life Of The Spider (Tori Amos)

15. Hurt Feelings (Badlands)

16. Lucky (Britney Spears)

17. Letter To God (1998) (Aaliyah)

18. The Great Impersonator (Björk)

[sullengirl-888]

can the girlies please drop your spotify accs so we can all follow each other???

here’s mine 🤍:

[alternativemusee]

[thcfantasyfactory]

closed starter for @bywhatitfedon because he's an insatiable slut 💕💕💕

Bodies moved to the beat of the music, echoing throughout the club. The brightly color-changing lights cascaded down on a group of five girls on the dance floor, all dressed in skin-tight dresses and low-cut tops, showing off as much skin as possible. They were obviously celebrating something, and by the looks of one of the blondes wearing a sash that had "bride" written across it, it was a bachelorette party.

Fiona had one arm wrapped around one of the other girls, their chest's pressed up against each other as they swayed to the music. She spoke into her ear, then proceeded to the bar, arm in arm with the brunette female.

"Two shots please!" Ava called out to the bartender, flashing him her prettiest smile while also leaning against the bar in such a way as to make her cleavage pronounced, obviously using her breasts as a way to get his attention.

[inthisfire-ifindrain]

"It's no problem." She said with a smile. "Honestly I trip all the time, I'm quite clumsy." She said having a feeling he could be embarrassed over the situation. The old buildings always being full of hazardous things.

"Last time I tripped over a metal box, fell sideways into an old metal bed frame, by the time I was able to get up I looked like I had just been in a battle with a nightkin, I was bruised everywhere just about." She laughed as she held the ice pack to his knee.

She hopped his knee was just bruised and not hurt more then that, she didn't have a stempack on her. They were hard for her to keep hidden when she was home at the fort.

❝  we’re gonna have to keep ice on that.  ❞

soft caring sentence compilation

He tried stifling a pained hiss through clenched teeth. The ice pack she had placed on his bruised knee had caused a sharp, stinging sensation, but thankfully it was only for a brief moment. The older man had managed to trip over some loose carpeting while he was fiddling with his pip-boy, the accident resulted in an injured courier and a panicked Fiona to come rushing in, prepared for the worst as soon as she heard him cry out so suddenly. Initially, he tried to laugh it off, reassuring her that it was nothing he couldn’t handle, but the willful woman was having none of his excuses.

“I’m sorry about that Fiona, I didn’t mean to frighten you. It was my own fault for not minding my step. I should have been more careful…” He chastised himself with a surprisingly soft-spoken voice. His embarrassment was noticeable by the red shade on his cheeks and ears. The faint flicker of shame was visible in his lowered eyes. But that flicker was then extinguished and instead was replaced with pure gratitude. 

“Still, you have my thanks.” 

[robinsteves]

nancy wheeler against god

[inthisfire-ifindrain]

❝ In whiskey years, you just got more delicious ! ❞

Fiona smiles and blushes. "Aww well thank you, that's such a lovely way to look at it!" She holds out her arms for a hug.

"And thank you for remembering, naturally I haven't heard a thing from Vulpes."