#phoenixmuses

[legends-and-savages]

@phoenixmuses sent: PINNED (For Billy from Valerie)

Send "PINNED" for your muse to pin mine against a wall.| Accepting

A raised eyebrow from Billy as she pushed him up against the wall. "Oh and what did I do to get you to do this?" He asked. He was almost certain he could push her off if he wanted too.

[gentle-hearted]

@phoenixmuses

Continued from here

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Jane fidgeted, blushing. She--usually didn't talk to anyone from the popular crowd. No, she was the quiet, mousy wallflower who kept to herself--because that was the best way to avoid attention. Most of the time. Not all of the time.

--but still. He'd looked so sad. And everyone else was being so cruel--as cruel as they'd been to her before. She didn't know what happened between him and Nancy, and she felt sorry for the both of them, but--he'd seemed so alone.

"You're--You're welcome," she mumbled, not quite meeting his gaze. "Um. I'm--s-sorry if I'm--I'm b-bothering you. I just--you just--"

She licked her lips, eyes darting up to his before darting away.

"...I-I know how it f-feels," she said finally. "T-To be...alone."

[slytherintragedy]

❣️  enemies to lovers 🔫   bullied your muse

(Rina and Draco? // @phoenixmuses)

Well I'm sure that would be fun to explore so call me intrigued so feel free to hit me up anytime to discuss them or start their story. Also please tell me more about Rina :)

[thegracefallen]

"Goodbye, Dean."

He placed one hand on the hunter's shoulder, at the very same spot he'd first held his soul when he'd raised him from hell all those years ago. Before Dean had a chance to react, Castiel shoved him out of the way, away from the danger. With one last tearful look at the man he loved, he turned to face his death with a smile.

Dean Winchester was saved.

He held onto that thought as the Empty swallowed him and dragged him into an endless slumber, as it tortured him with the memories of his failures and regrets, forcing him to relive them again and again; Jimmy, Anna, Balthazar, Purgatory, the leviathan, the Great Fall, Lucifer... Sometimes it brought in help. Every angel who had ever died rested in the Empty, many of whom had been killed by him or the Winchesters.

Yet, despite the eternal suffering, he didn't regret his choice. He had told Dean what he needed to, and in doing so had saved him one last time. He had faith in the Winchesters and Jack. They had beaten impossible odds many times before. They would find a way to defeat Chuck. His only regret was that he wouldn't be there to enjoy the victory with them. Never again seeing Jack's smile, never again helping Sam in the library or listening to Dean sing along to his music as they rode in the impala. But it was worth it.

@phoenixmuses

[thechosengryffindor]

@phoenixmuses from here

Harry’s green eyes were currently looking anywhere other than Hermione; the words had just...slipped out, had he ever told her that? Then she answered his unspoken question and he felt the ache in his chest deepen. He’d really not been a good friend to her. She deserved so much better, she deserved the world.

“It’s just...you’ve had to put up with so much shit.” Harry said quietly, he had no idea why he felt the need to explain but he did. “And I haven’t… I haven’t been the friend you deserve. Maybe it’s because there’s not someone trying to kill me at the moment but I just…”

He trailed off, finally allowing his gaze to meet hers. “I don’t know, this might sound stupid but I wanted you to know I think… You’re…” he huffed, “I’m bungling this up.” he said with an amused snort.

“Just...thank you Hermione. For everything.”

[anon-loki]

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

(@phoenixmuses)

Alphabet Headcanon Meme ;; Send me a character and a letter

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{{Loki is a very, very paranoid, he would prefer not to talk about his past. When he reveals things, it is usually when he is angered. He feels like emotions are a weakness, and tends to let lies slip when he is having a mental breakdown }}

[ghostsandmirrors]

( continued from here with @phoenixmuses )

There was a soft sigh, a gentle noise as he eyed Billy from the doorway. He'd assumed an emergency from the crash, opened the door to discover the scene of Billy and the stereo and a distinct lack of blood, and quickly realised the actions that'd happened. He didn't know the reasons, but he didn't truly need to know the reasons. All he truly needed to know--for the moment, unless Billy decided otherwise--was that the stereo needed fixing and there was no blood.

So he waited, and he didn't rush anything, he didn't push for anything, because he knew that didn't help. He had enough of his own problems to know that being forced into talking about something could make things worse. It was better to wait, to just be available, and if that talk was needed, it'd come.

"Start with whatever's easiest." The usual, unfocused stare that went through people, the tired expression like he'd aged fifty years in a single second, the foruced by entirely blank look that Billy got with every new name, were all missing. The only thing on his face, as he watched Billy while leaning on the door frame, was understanding, the knowledge of how it felt to have something that was difficult to talk about for one reason or another. "It don't have to be big." It didn't have to be anything--he wasn't a fan of forcing people to reveal things that they didn't want anyone knowing--but he felt like that gentle offer was needed.

It was an open door that Billy could choose what he wanted to do with; he could leave it, walk through it, stand in the doorway, or slam it shut. Admittedly, Bucky was fully expecting both the metaphorical door and the physical door to be slammed shut. That was why he was taking up space in the hallway, leaning against the door frame while perpendicular to the wall, right shoulder against it with his arms crossed; he wanted to be far enough out of the way that he wouldn't get hit, because doors hurt and he didn't want to have to replace any of the doors, if he could avoid it, and this one hitting his left arm would definitely result in damage.

[devildungeondm]

[ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument.

(Billy and Eddie? // @phoenixmuses)

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝:

@phoenixmuses

"No -- Fuck you, man!" Eddie spat, beyond pissed off.

What was supposed to be a chill hangout was quickly turning into a shitty night. All Eddie did was offer Hargrove some good weed, since he looked like he needed it, but someone was off about the guy all night.

The shiner on his face probably didn't help.

It was obvious shit went down at his place, but Eddie knew at an early age never to question that kind of shit. His own old man wasn't that great, and was happened at other people's homes wasn't his business anyway.

But Billy was fishing for something, behind more of an ass than usual, which resulted in Eddie being stupid and saying something and --

Now he had Billy Hargrove staring him down, looking like he was either going to kiss him or punch his teeth out, and Eddie wasn't sure which would be worse, or best, in that moment.

[grimmusings]

❤️ Just friends?

(Skyler Hawkins and Valerie? // @phoenixmuses)

Answered here! 📚

[gallowsheart]

❤️ “just friends?” – muse a asks muse b to be their “fake date” for valentine’s, but things start to feel a little too real.

@phoenixmuses

Skyler had never actively pursued a relationship in his life. He wasn't the type. If it happened, it happened, and he'd always just found himself drifting into one or out of one as circumstances changed. He was content to go where life took him, and he wasn't the sort of person to need a partner to be happy--certainly not on Valentine's Day, which he considered pretty much like any other day.

He was more than willing to be Valerie's fake date for the holiday, always quick to agree to help out a friend. If it made the day less miserable for her, it was worth it. He'd asked his family for help in setting up a scavenger hunt at the local bookstore. He could have done it himself, but it seemed less awkward if he didn't already know the answers to all the clues and they could work them out together.

He was enjoying himself and hoped Valerie was too. He'd always found bookstores to be peaceful places, and their company was too. There were moments he found himself forgetting they weren't on a real date. He hummed quietly as he unfolded the next clue and scanned it, a thoughtful gaze surveying the shelves. "A book with a handwritten note. That could be anything… Any ideas where to start?"

[diiisplxced-a]

⭐

(For @phoenixmuses)

Any of our Marvel muses

IT + ST (but also, I think Steve and Richie may get along?)

Michael and my supernatural beings + your Spn muses

Any of our HP muses

Any of our Twilight muses

[heroesfromtheashes]

SWEETNESS: sender brings receiver breakfast in bed

(Loki to Steve // @phoenixmuses)

It wasn't often that Steve slept in, but the last Avengers alert had taken it all out of him. He was just starting to stir when Loki came in. Sleepy blue eyes meeting green. "Mmm morning Lo. Smells good..." He admitted, moving to sit up. @phoenixmuses

[gentle-hearted]

"Do you like angel? Is that... an option?"

(Steve to Jane? // @phoenixmuses)

"Oh!"

Jane blushed so furiously it almost made her dizzy. An angel? Her? But she was--she was just Jane, she wasn't--

"Yes," she squeaked at last. "Yes, that's--that's a-an option."

She suddenly became aware she was smiling, and she ducked her head, averting her gaze from his.

"...t-thank you."

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Send in a Pet Name / Nickname that your muse might call mine, and see how my muse reacts to it.

[slytherintragedy]

✩༺♥༻✩ ━ ❝ I heard your voice as clear as day ... you told me I should concentrate ❞

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Hermione }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @phoenixmuses ❫

// If I need to change anything then let me know

It's been a crazy couple of weeks honestly but Draco blamed it on the fact he's been paired up with three other students for a school project, just not whom he'd like to be paired up with. No, the teachers decided it would be best that the group would consist of one student per house. A way to make houses coexists for a bit, well at least he assumed that was what the teachers was trying to pull off. Yet if they thought that he'd be able to get along with Granger long enough to score the top grade then they were crazy, hell it was bad enough that Malfoy couldn't even remember the names of the Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff student they were teamed up with because he was too busy bickering with Hermione. Well that and the fact he just didn't care, he was pretty sure the know it all knew who they were though so he'd just wait til she said their names.

However he eventually learned the names all by himself, which he was so proud of himself for. They were as followed: for Ravenclaw it would Corner, Michael and for Hufflepuff it would be Smith, Zacharias. Although to be fair, he only learned their names while waiting around for a certain Gryffindor to show up. Who seemed to be taking her sweet time to come to the meet up spot, which was so unlike her. And that only caused him to go searching for her, muttering how ridiculous it was underneath his breath. Stating she better have a good excuse for being late.

When Malfoy eventually found her, he could instantly tell that that she was distracted. Which caused him to groan before he stormed up to her, muttering something insulting about being late. When he received no response, he began to snap his fingers in her face several times. ❝Earth to Zombie girl, maybe you should stop daydreaming and actually pay attention. It's definitely not time to finally zone out of life, not when your grade depends on us working together. So concentrate, Granger, like now.❞ Draco remarked before poking her with his wand for good measures. ❝Are you even bloody listening?❞ He inquired after a little bit of silence had passed, letting out a sigh of relief when he received an response. ❝For a moment there, I was almost concerned I'd have to locate Potter so he can drag you to Pomfrey.❞ He voiced before shaking his head. ❝Are you good to go or do you need to talk about whatever made you zone out so bad that you were late to the schedule meet up for the project??❞

[thegracefallen]

[ SAFE ]

(For Dean and Cas 💜)

[ SAFE ]  our muses are caught in a heavy rainstorm together and seek shelter in an abandoned building or cave. 

They'd just finished their hunt when the storm hit, torrents of water pouring down on them, lightning lighting up the sky, trees swaying dangerously in the wind. Castiel had barely managed to push Dean out of the way of a falling branch, taking the brunt of the hit himself. The damage was minor, but it was clear that walking back to the impala was far too risky in the current weather.

Their only option was to turn back to the abandoned cabin belonging to the vengeful spirit. The ghost was gone but the cabin was a mess, broken furniture thrown about from the fight. Still, it was shelter. They were both drenched to the bone by the time they stepped inside, forcing the door shut behind them. The cold wasn't a problem for Castiel, most of the time. His true form was ablaze with heavenly fire. Dean was human though. Vulnerable.

"We should get a fire started. You should remove your clothes."

He started undressing himself as he spoke, loosening his tie and slipping it over his head before tucking it into his pocket.

[thechosengryffindor]

@phoenixmuses from here

Harry had admittedly been looking forward to seeing Luna again, and while the last time he had been at her home it hadn’t been the best experience, he was happy to be able to catch up with the Ravenclaw. They’d agreed to meet today, and he was currently sitting next to her- but it was very obvious that something was wrong. He knew that look because it was the same one that stared back at him every day.

Luna was certainly strange, but that didn’t really bother him- honestly normal was overrated and he found her insight into things interesting...even if he had no idea what she was talking about sometimes.

The war was over, they were all slowly moving on with their lives...except Harry. He couldn’t quite figure out what to do with himself. He would become the next Defense professor this fall, and while it felt good to finally have a sense of purpose he could still feel the weight of the war weighing him down.

They’d be working at Hogwarts together- which was honestly a relief, while he knew some of the staff it was nice to know there was at least one person there his age working… not that he kept in contact with everyone. Mostly the Weasleys, Hermione, and Luna.

“Probably not to everyone.” Harry said softly, hesitantly reaching out and placing a hand on her shoulder gently, “But… I know that look because it stares back at me in the mirror every morning.” He said quietly, “It’s not ridiculous to feel trapped. I feel the same way.” he admitted.

“Everyone’s moving on and I’m just...here. But I want you to know you’re not alone.” The young wizard gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “I’m here.”