#muse: samantha

[pudgy-planets]

“BWWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHH!!”

“…‘Scuse me…”

[fat-femshep]

Things tend to go missing if they get too close to Sammantha. Her fat rolls are like the Bermuda Triangle.

EDI cuddled Samantha lovingly, kissing one of her enormous cheeks and feeding her a cupcake. "My big baby just loves to absorb things. Food into her mouth, or things into all these beautiful rolls~"

Samantha giggled softly, she was sure there were various bits of tech, cutlery and other utensils wedged in her rolls. Wouldn't have surprised her if a delivery person was somehow stuck in them too.

[cobra-wives]

sam and kreese being the two characters that end up mentally manifesting their "true enemy" (tory, terry) in their head via a dark hallucination in which their true enemy points out their real flaws, tell them how it really is to their face, and says something really gay to them (i know exactly who you are, princess) (you're my weakness, johnny, but i'm not yours), and then they have a sick fight scene with the part of themselves they believe is their weakness. the feminism is strong with this show

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

Would Miranda run the Fuschia Ninja social media fan page? What about the other ninja?

Miranda: Alright girls, we need to work on saving the Secret Ninja Force's social image!!! Who wants which fan page????

Sunni: I WANT THE BLUE NINJA!!! PLEASE

Meghan: Well, I'll take the Red Ninja~

Sally: Ooh ooh I'll do one for the White Ninja!!

Samantha: I'LL do the Green Ninja—

Harumi: *shoves her over* Over my literal dead body

Samantha: Ow! Fiiiiiiiine, I'll take Fuchsia, then, jeeeez...

Harumi: Yeah, you go right ahead e-e

Antonia: Ah, too late! I already called dibs and got an exclusive interview, heh heh heh...!

Miranda: And I'm working on the Cyan Ninja!!! (Since Sunni took the Blue Ninja.......)

Samantha: ...so who the hell is left?!?

Meghan: ...The Brown Ninja?

Samantha: Are you KIDDING ME—?!

Sally: ....aren't we forgetting the Black Ninja?

Miranda: Nope, I've already got my best guy on that one

Meanwhile-

Jesse: *typing* —and here's 46 more reasons as to why the Black Ninja is the GOAT, along with 17 never-before-seen candids of him fighting in action! And looking hot while doing it~

[digitalfountains]

Samantha Gradoville by Lacey

- Muse Magazine, Summer 2013

[sourtimcs]

oops, my fingers slipped and appeared to have added more muses :// more info under the cut hehe

aarya patel. 35. she/her. pansexual. prosecutor. faceclaim: parveen kaur.

noelle levine. 31. she/her. bisexual. district attorney. faceclaim: melissa roxburgh.

céline crawford. 26. she/her. pansexual. bakery shop owner. faceclaim: madelyn cline.

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → finally the woman was able to find her sister, when she saw her, the brunette embraced her into a hug. "tara...i'm so so glad that you are okay." she says, now pulling away a bit to look at her. "because you are, right?" she wanted to make sure.

@wvsteria (tara)

[randomfoggytiger]

"He Had Parents Who Loved Him"

(Fictober, Day 17)

Today's prompts (curtesy of my younger sister~) are: pitch, hash browns, and nightmare.

Wherein I attempt to humanize Bill Mulder; who, I believe, was a decent father before Samantha's abduction.

*****

“Fox, did you ever play baseball with hash browns?”

If there was an award for having the dumbest little sister in all of the United States, Fox Mulder figured he would have won it by now. Maybe it just takes a while to get through the postage. 

The Mulder family was entrenched in various claimed places on the couch, eyes glued to the screen as the Red Sox progressively lost their newest game. Fox sat scrunched between his father and his sister, half-listening to his mother’s house slippers glide to and from the kitchen in her ever-increasing search for tasks that kept her away from the tv set. “I’ll never understand your father’s fathomless loyalty,” she'd said once, shaking her head as she mopped up her son’s latest spill, “He seems to like watching other people lose….” The implied too was left off; but it itched away at Fox's brain for years.  

“Fooooooooooooooooox--”

“Stop yelling over the game, Samantha,” their dad cut in, admonishing her over the top of his son’s head. When she continued to mumble and started to wriggle, he sighed and nudged Fox. “Move over, son. I’ve got a problem to solve.” 

Both kids were delighted: Samantha launched at her father while chanting “Solve me! Solve me!”, and Fox giddily slid over, delightedly hogging the whole end seat to himself. 

Mom's slippers glided in. “Solve what, dear?” she asked, distributing the latest round of drinks and calling her son’s attention to the straw in his glass. Message received: no more spills on the living room rug. 

“Daddy’s going to solve me!” 

Fox felt his mother’s hand, which had been wiping the ketchup off his cheek, flinch. But by the time he looked up nervously, she was smiling reproachfully at the others, more amused than anxious. He must have imagined it. 

“You two,” she chuckled, dodging her husband’s inviting hand as she passed, yet again, out of the room.  

“You have to solve me, Daddy!” Samantha chanted, thrilled with this new game. 

“Sam, we’re watching baseball, not talking about hash browns,” Fox snapped, annoyed that she was monopolizing everything. Again.

Their father was always gone-- on the road, on a plane, or just plain gone-- and Samantha knew this-- wanted to be a fairy for Halloween so she could use her magic wand to wish he'd stay forever and ever and ever-- and yet she was wasting important, precious time with her useless questions.

“Fox, settle down. We’ll keep it quiet.”

Which wasn’t the point. 

“No one plays baseball with hash browns, sweetheart, because it would be too messy. You know how carefully Fox and I clean our gloves? Our shoes? Our gear?” At each question, Samantha nodded furiously. “Well, if someone tossed a hash brown to home base at ninety miles an hour--”

“Nine-tee miles?” she whispered, amazed.

Fox snorted.  Of course ninety miles.

“Yes, ninety miles an hour-- then there’d be cooked potato everywhere: on the bat, on everyone’s shoes, on all the gear, and likely all over the stadium. And if Fox were playing, your mom would be in one of those stadium seats with us--”

“And she hates getting dirty, right, Daddy?” 

"That's right. And we wouldn't want her mad on your brother's big day, now would we?"

Beaming uncontrollably with the faith his father placed in him, Fox burst from his seat, practically yelling in his excitement. "I'll be the best ball player they've seen in fifty years, Dad! And everyone will be yelling 'MULDER! MULDER!'-- and all the loser pitchers and slow pokes will watch me run right by them, feeling like they're caught in a nightmare because they can't catch--"

"Fox!” His mother's slippers glided in for the sixth time that afternoon; and she surveyed, with appalled dignity, her son stomping enthusiastically, mid-narration, on the forgotten couch pillows dumped unceremoniously on the floor. “Just what is going on here?” 

“The Sox are losing, Teena,” Dad said, waving them both back to the couch. “Fox’s just giving 'em tips."

"Well, he can give them tips without making a ruckus about it. Now Fox, come sit back down and finish the game."

He didn't bother to remind everyone that all his adoring fans would be screaming Mulder-- not Fox-- while he hit home run after home run.

Yet.

But he really wanted to.

The rest of the game passed without much comment; but, as Fox soaked in the warmth of a Mulder family moment, he decided that-- maybe-- Samantha's silly little question hadn't been such a big deal, after all.

*****

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023 and @fictober-event

[hvbris]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐀 plot: Samantha, posing as an FBI agent, is investigating strange events in your muse's town. Your muse may or may not know what is happening, they may even be behind it! Up to you! status: mutuals only

Samantha flashed her (fake) FBI badge, before putting it back in her pocket. "I just have a few questions to ask, it won't take long," she assured the other, smiling politely.

[stayclser]

Charlie Hunnam + Sydney Sweeney crackship/edit

(you can find my first crackship edit for them here)

[athl3tes]

closed starter    -    julian briggs. @epigraphed

⸻     a    nice    quaint    coffee    shop,    her    turn    this    time    to    treat    him    to    the    newly    famed    drink.    though    accustomed    to    the    bright    city    lights,    she    was    never    opposed    to    getting    away    to    a    more    quaint    area.    sat    a    skip    and    a    hop    across    the    hudson,    they    sat    riverside    at    a    subtle    café.    two    neatly    put    together    black    coffee's    served    to    them    not    more    than    ten    minutes    after    they’d    arrived.    ❝    now    this    place    is    nice,    maybe    not    as    good    as    you    go    to.    still    nice    though,    location    really    sells    it    for    me…    ❞    small    smile    of    anticipation    rested    on    her    countenance.    ❝    go    ahead,    try    it.    tell    me    just    how    much    you    hate    it.    ❞    assumption    made,    jokingly.    

[pudgy-planets]

Biting into one of Samantha’s burgers produced by her food manipulation, and exploding in weight and shredding your clothing~

[fat-femshep]

Missing: EDI

Last seen cleaning the edge of Samantha Traynor’s belly button. Please contact Commander Shepard with any information you have any information concerning the missing person. 500 tons of cake reward for any information leading to the missing person being found.

Muffled giggles could be heard from somewhere around Samantha's belly button, with familiar legs kicking around out of it playfully.

"I know where Mumm- I-I mean EDI is!" Samantha would have waved her hand in the air, if her arms weren't so laden with rolls of blubber as to make them immovable.

[dropletsofmuses]

(I would love to muse Samantha more but I feel like I cannot find enough SFW art of Hex Maniacs to icon compared to NSFW)

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

From the ALL of the main cast and OC's, how does everyone blush? Only the cheeks or the complete face or maybe just ears or neck? with sweating and no eye contact? Do they start to stammer or don't get a word out at all?

E v e r y b o d y?!

Kai: Normally only a light dusting on the cheeks—unless he's being flirted with, and then his whole face will turn red + head might light on fire. Sweats and stammers badly.

Jay: On the cheeks and sometimes down the neck, and mostly only when he's really ashamed or really happy. Either way, evades eye contact and stammers.

Cole: Lightly on the ears/cheeks when overwhelmed, paired with coughing into his arm. Evades eye contact and struggles to get his words together.

Zane: Blushes blue in the cheeks when happy/endeared, but is hardly ever embarrassed or shame.

Nya: Doesn't blush often, but when she does, it's fully in her cheeks, looking like an apple. Evades eye contact and speaks in short sentences.

Lloyd: Blushes to the tips of his ears down to his neck; depending on scenario will sweat and evade eye contact; mutters under his breath or stammers

Jesse: It's Jesse, when is he not blushing or stammering?

Antonia: Doesn't blush often; light dusting on cheeks, but will evade eye contact and cease speaking

Harumi: Blushes when flustered/angry; entire face will go tomato red (it's the Amity face lmao) and will stammer while trying to yell jgfghfd

Miranda: Blushes up to ears when frustrated; puffs out cheeks and pouts.

Olivia: Blushes when embarrassed; will evade eye contact and go silent when this happens

Bridget: Does not blush

Skylor: Blushes when she's trying not to laugh; will cover her face with her hands only for it to spread everywhere else jhgfdgf

Pixal: Rarely blushes, but will either go purple or green in the cheeks when endeared (and will massively avoid eye contact and attempt to change the subject)

Chad: Blushes along his neck when frustrated or overwhelmed; sweats and will not shut up lmao

Maggie: Will blush down to her shoulders; will hide her face in her shirt/sweater and whines until it finally passes

Meghan: Subtly blushes along her cheeks and ears; evades eye contact and refuses to speak in an attempt to maintain dignity (unless she's flirting)

Brad: Reluctant blusher; it always seems to happen when he wants it least hjgfdssfd Mostly in his cheeks, evades eye contact, and will sstart stuttering (but like, angrily jfdsgfd)

Gene: Full-face blusher—sweats a lot when it happens, and fumbles atrociously over his words

Sally: Blushes when happy—which is, like, often, and she'll giggle a lot.

Nelson: Only blushes along ear/neck; doesn't happen often, but mostly when embarrassed/endeared. Will simply try to play it off like it's nothing

Sunni: Normally just blushes in the cheeks, unless something really knocks her world off its axis and it from her ears down her neck. Freezes in place, can't take eyes away, stammers, and probably will start laughing embarrassedly

Samantha: Can't often be caught off guard but when she's made to blush it'll go all the way to her shoulders; sweats and tries to keep her mouth shut but will eventually explode with stammering

Harleigh: Blushes when flustered; only slightly in the cheeks. Evades eye contact and grumbles constantly jhgfdsg

[digitalfountains]

Samantha Gradoville by Lacey

- Muse Magazine, Summer 2013