#she's my muse i would die for her

[st4rfckerz]

i think you could be a fan of brittany broski

I AM HOW DID YOU KNOW

[wigglesdtuff]

My arms around his neck My fingers laced a crown I was a heavy heart to carry But he never let me down

[smilingmxsk]

So Bad End Marg stuff... WARNING FOR DRUGS AND SUBSTANCES-

So Margaret in this verse starts off at the bottom of the cathedral basement in restraints with nothing else to really look forward to but whoever is bound to eventually let her out.

In the eventuality that she does, tearing into whoever unleashed her because it's the first drop of blood she's had in ages, she's basically due to be mentally torn apart because of how different the world is and how much it left her behind. And after that comes the spiralling thoughts as to whether or not she tries to find her friends again. If she ever does, it'll just devastate her. Bad End takes place 5 or so years later (depending on the muses that interact with her. If it's her friends, we can say min 5 years or even later if they're ageless muses :) ). Witnessing them not only alive, but aged will send the weight of reality slamming into her. Maybe so much so that she just drops to her knees on the spot. If they ever have eye contact, she would just disappear that first time.

Her friends are older, likely living better lives, moving on without her as the world did? It doesn't bring the kind of thoughts that someone wants to entertain or otherwise suffer with. So what do you do when you want to forget it all? You turn to the "happy stuff". Margaret in her lower moods would probably dabble into cannabis, meth, and occasionally ecstacy for the sake of a high. It just depends on if she wants it to be a numb high, or something to make her happy where she can dance around in her brain for a while. Or maybe she wants to mix the effects, just to see what happens. She's crossed the threshold of caring about what happens to her body at this point, so mixing the effects doesn't matter to her. Even if it makes her disorientated for a while. Sometimes she wakes up somewhere she doesn't remember lying down. Sometimes she's wrists deep in someone's guts or just caked in blood. Sometimes she wakes up with vomit next to her. The after effects always leave behind a bitter skull shattering headache... but for the moment she was happy, it's worth it. She can just go kill someone afterwards.

If she's looking for a high, she'll find a dealer through word of mouth. Her payment is either cash out of a wallet she stole, or taking a job to have someone killed. And that's if the dealer has enough will to not turn her down just because she's unnerving and looking them up and down like a t-bone steak. If he absolutely cheated her out of what was owed, they're more than likely not waking up. And that's IF they don't skip town first.

Meanwhile, while she's trying almost everything on earth to either feel or erase her feelings, her body with reverse the damage done after a while, if she takes either of them enough to actually start doing damage to her brain or otherwise. Her regeneration will treat it as if she got a bruise or a cut, which also means that if the high lasts for hours, it'll probably get cut short at some point once she hits the 'regeneration threshold'. Thus starts the cycle of constantly finding something to fill the void in her heart-

[drawnecromancy]

Day of the fall of Neseah - Nelvaren

"I've envied you, Nelvaren. For too long have I longed for... something like this." He chuckles, his breath rasping against the kings strained throat. "Perhaps in another life, some would even call this an act of love. Sparing you the fate of seeing what i've done. I'll let you know now I'll agree that this... is a mercy. Goodbye, my muse." He slowly unsheathed his sword from the king's body. "I shall paint the ashes of your kingdom, in your blood."

Excerpt written by @lee-thee-bee, Keryth (on the left) also belongs to them !

[envyenvys]

‘Just fleshing out’ a background character for a fic is so dangerous bc either all you do is slap a name on some guy who shows up one time and go on with your life, or you end up pathologically obsessed with a character that not only doesn’t exist anywhere except your own head, but at this point might also be directly contradicting whatever slivers of canon information they actually have

[socksandcrocs]

CHAPPELL ROAN HAPPY PRIDE BITCHES

[haledamage]

there is no better feeling in the world than being Chosen by someone's pet

[quietlyblooms]

🎤 chiyo, i have a question 🎤 which of my muses do you find most fu- . . . i mean, most attractive? you can also give me a top three or five 🏃‍♀️✨

unprompted | @goldcnpeaks asks a very important question that definitely won't be used against her later!

chiyo narrows her eyes, suspicious of the other and already feeling her cheeks turn pink. " what does this have to do with anything? you guys ask all kinda personal stuff... "

she mulls it over a while; this sort of thing is kind of hard for her to decide on, really. she can find someone objectively attractive, sure, but what about their personality? chiyo can think of a few people who would probably kill her without blinking, yet she finds them embarrassingly attractive. sighing, she rubs her hands over her face before fixing her brown gaze upon the person responsible for her overthinking.

" listen here! " ooh, she's trying to be stern. " jovie gets first place. obviously. but don't you dare tell her, or i'll... i'll do something terrible! " very convincing, chiyo. " luka gets second place. i'm not elaborating. we all saw what happened on the dash before. now, third place--- " she leans in, blush turning a deeper red. her embarrassment is apparent ( it's really funny to see, honestly ). " this is all vibes, got it? and don't judge -- i just liked his confidence... that raven guy. corvus? yeah... can i go now? "

[anthromimicry]

alright, but... it seems like i am in a mood for angst this morning because just imagine this: misao meeting someone that reminds her so much of ryu and having all of her childhood memories just rush back to her in one foul swoop despite the fact that she's tried really hard to bury them. because if misao allowed herself to think about them for a second, i have a feeling she would just completely breakdown because misao doesn't even have a picture of him or anything, so she forgot what he looks like and what his voice sounds like. so even if she saw him on the streets of gotham... misao wouldn't even recognize him because it's been so long.

and the fact that she has become like a ' human ' in that aspect somewhat enrages her because misao secretly HATES having to pretend like she is anything but who she is + like i believe i have talked about once but didn't get super deep into talking about, is that she may or may not distrust humans automatically upon meeting them. though this sense has lessened over the years, it is still slightly there due to her mother's death haunting her. and being forced to face her past like this where misao is not prepared for it mentally would be kind of devastating for her, NGL. (but y'all should totally give misao someone who reminds her of ryu anyhow, and i'm not saying that to be evil or anything. i'm just saying it because there has to be some way that she works through her issues eventually and with the way she is now... i don't think that misao would be willing to open up to someone else about them. so something has to act on her externally. )

[relicsongmel]

Picking the bitchy options in this game feels 200x more cathartic while playing as Denise I swear

[chronal-anomaly]

Lena casually just

"I've seen you die before"

Before realizing how creepy it sounds and laughing it off

[oculusxcaro]

I absolutely LOVE the body horror and how it's not flattering or cute, like this isn't some cute little ears and tail shit, this is ACTUALLY GROSS and I love that,so many people refuse to actually make their "monstrous" characters unsettling in any significant way that might impact their attractiveness. Respect. Also, the idea it makes petting cats and furry critters harder is genuinely the most tragic side effect I've ever heard, that hit me way harder than so many other "was a lab rat" character's after-effects because holy shit, that would be the WORST for ME PERSONALLY. It may not seem like the most tragic awful thing compared to PTSD and pain and so on, but like, it's UNIQUE and it's incredible relatable in its mundane nature at the same time, and feels so much more sad and real than a bunch of OTT trauma stuff I can't actually relate to. Hope I expressed this well!!

Please tell me your favorite things about my portrayal/muse?

Thank you so much for the lovely response!!! I will admit I was floored by your words and couldn't help but stare at the inbox for the longest time pondering how to respond to such a thoughful message, because you touched upon something I didn't think many people would really pay attention such as Khare's issue with petting cats? It's such an everyday, mundane thing like you said so the fact you can relate how hard something like that would actually be despite it being one of the simplest joys most people wouldn't think twice about. Sure, there's the PTSD, the pain and trauma that comes with being an unwilling lab rat and growing all those very gross eyes and teeth which are not cute at ALL, so you finding that one very tragic aspect to her character is something I honestly smile about (in the worst possible way!) because for all the horrors that are part of her background, the everyday and mundane is something I wanted present too? At the end of an awful day, giving your beloved pet a hug is pretty much the only good thing about it and this poor bitch can't even have that because of her nasty, staticky little hands LMAO.

[kareenvorbarra]

read the beginning of a popular book out of curiosity and something happened in the first few pages that made me realize it might be least For Me book ever written

[xfrozendreams]

Alnirafenen Lavellan in Dragon Age: The Veilguard. I am in love with her so much omg.

[cabeswaterdrowned]

not saying I will actually write this but inspired by before I fall if I did write a Gansey’s death loop fic who should be stuck in the time loop; Gansey himself, Blue, or both Blue and Adam?

(I dismissed Adam only as an option because I’ve read a fic about the same concept thought it was done beautifully don’t think I have a better take on it.)

[millyphobic]

˙ . ꒷ 🫀 . 𖦹˙— HEART 2 HEART

✮ soft cuddles & kisses with sevika while on your period ✮

fem!reader x girlfriend!sevika ‪‪❤︎‬ nothing but pure fluff ❤︎ poorly proofread bcs im lazy (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

“Vika, I’m going to be honest. I think I’m going to die.” You groan and bury yourself deeper into Sevika’s side, one leg over her waist and your face squished against her chest. A sock-full of raw heated rice was held to your stomach as a makeshift heating pad, but it just wasn’t enough. 

Periods. Horrible things. As if you needed the monthly reminder that you weren’t pregnant. You were with a woman; periods were just useless and all the more annoying to you. The stupid bullshit heating pad gets pulled out from under your shirt and tossed onto the floor, earning a laugh from Sevika.

“You say this every month, silly girl. You’re fine.” 

“Okay, rude. Hold me tighter.”

Despite Sevika’s scoffs and eyerolls, you're happily smothered when she rolls on top of you. You asked to be held tighter, but this was just as nice, if not better. 

Feeling her lips brush against your cheek. Tossing your legs around her waist. Yeah, this is real good. You’re wrapping yourself around her frame like a cat as your arms find home at her neck. The scent of tobacco with citrusy shampoo wafting into your nose as you get a face full of her hair. It makes you laugh; anything Sevika does makes you giggle like an idiot, but that’s because she’s Sevika, and she’s perfect to you. “Mhm, this is what I needed,” you purred, returning her affection with a quick kiss to the top of her head. 

You swear you can hear the word spoiled leave her lips, but you let it slide, melting under her weight as she starts to smother you with attention. Firm pecks are pressed on every inch of exposed skin, from your forehead to your cheeks to your nose and even your eyelids. It makes you forget the dull ache in your lower abdomen, and okay, maybe your periods weren’t all that bad. At least you got to be smothered like this. 

“Oh, Vika…” you breathed, easing up even more into the mattress as her tongue laves at the skin of your neck. Short and quick, as if to tickle you, only for her to nip at where your pulse thrums under your skin. “Hey!” Alright, that didn’t hurt one bit, but it was funny to act dramatic.

And clearly she thought the same as she snickered at your faux complaint, nuzzling her nose against the area where she nipped you. And of course, the tip of her nose is cold because that woman always runs cold.

Which is why she absolutely could NEVER leave you because who would keep her warm? Exactly, she basically needs you. A woman like her needs a girl like yourself to occupy her lap and chatter her ears off and kiss her all over. Just as she does the same for you. 

Even now you feel her lips brush against the shell of your ear and squirm from the way her hot breath tickles you. More soft kisses are laid to the side of your head, and more giggles fill the room. “My silly, silly girl,” she muses, nudging her nose against yours. Breaths mingling and hearts beating in tandem; can you love a person any more than this? Those darling puppy eyes of hers and those scarred lips pulled in a little smirk. It’s like she’s trying to give you a heart attack. 

“Prettiest princess I’ve ever laid my eyes on. And that’s a fact.”

Oh my god. I’m so in love. 

There’s no shame in you when you squeal as Sevika captures your lips in a kiss, fingers digging more into her hair. It’s that type of kiss where you can’t stop smiling and laughing, and it’s more chaste than anything else. But it’s over quick, too quick. You don’t let her pull her away too far before you’re tugging her head down back to your mouth, reveling in the way her breath hitches in surprise. 

Now this is a proper kiss: slow and passionate but gentle. There’s desire, but it’s faint and lazy, something that’s for later in the night. And when you pull away for the second time, you’re smiling like a fool in love. Because you are. 

“You look like a puppy, girly.”

“Vika, you look like a puppy. A really cute one too.”

“Shush!” You’re promptly shut up when she butts her nose against your cheek, and you let her words slide, taking it as her bizarre sense of humor. Between her dad jokes and this, she would make quite the comedian. “But you forgot all about your period too, huh?”

Damn, she got me. I really did forget.