#u didnt specify a muse

[eievuimultimuse]

“Your family loves you, y’know.”

     THE SILENCE THAT follows the statement is HEAVY — and TENSE. WAY TOO TENSE. The fly mutant says absolutely NOTHING at first to the sentiment; his expression is difficult to get a read on. HE’S DISPLEASED BY THE WORDS, that much is obvious.The hardened gaze, the deep furrow in his brow, the tight frown on his face just shy of being a sneer. It’s like he HATES that such a phrase has been uttered to him — and, hell, it could very well be true.

     THEY ABANDONED HIM. THEY LEFT HIM FOR A DIFFERENT FAMILY, AFTER EVERYTHING HE DID FOR THEM. Where the HELL is the assurance that they LOVE HIM in all of that ?  Here he is, hunched up in some nook, doing little more than PATHETICALLY lounging around. Can’t go anywhere without TCRI potentially breathing down his damn neck; can’t turn to anyone for help. He’s completely ALONE out here. Elusive criminal mastermind reduced down to— THIS. THEY PUT HIM HERE. ALL OF THEM. HIS OWN FAMILY. HOW COULD THEY ?

    And yet…there’s a sort of sadness in there, in the midst of all of that RAGE, accompanied by a slight droop of his antennae. He should hate them, after what they did. After how they hurt him.  ( yet, as PISSED OFF as he is, he can’t say he does. )  He just doesn’t understand. IF THEY LOVE HIM, THEN WHY DID THEY DO THIS TO HIM ?

“ …I don’t give a damn, “ he mutters at last. “ They can take it and shove it. I’m DONE. “

[stalkist]

i have to finish some of the painting in the spare room and then i’ll be here to do replies and also make a start on the starters from this meme 🖤

[badnikbreaker]

@lightdash​​ : “just go. you can still make it. don’t worry about me.”     /     accepting.

For all her power, she hadn’t seen this ending — she shouldn’t be surprised, really.  It’s not as if she hadn’t noticed; how the future, usually so predictable, changes when he’s nearby.  Sonic has always had a way of defying fate, changing the certain future — Sonic has always had a way of doing the impossible.  He’d done it once to save her, hadn’t he?  Elise can’t be surprised, not really, that he’s done it again.

He collapses, leg giving, as they run for the exit; she stops when she hears his grunt of pain and the sound of a knee hitting the floor, and turns on her heel to race back to his side.  She falls to her own knees as she observes his accidental bow, eyes wide and frantic, hands hovering, unsure where to rest.

Elise can’t be surprised, either, that he’s making this promise — that she can escape, that she can leave him behind if that’s what keeps safe.  They’re both wounded, but he’s worse - off —— she blinks and sees a thousand threads of time stretch across her vision.  Sonic can change fate, but in every ending she sees, if she leaves him, ends the same.  And it’s not a happy ending.

The god - girl’s eyes lower.  He’s always been her hero, even now, when he barely knows her.  Her heart thuds a familiar beat, the same frantic horror when she’s kneeled beside his corpse and loved him so.  She is still so human, despite it all.

“I’m sorry, Sonic.  I can’t do that.”

A thousand threads, a thousand worldlines, and so many end with them far from one another — she wonders why this one, too, is trying to rip them apart.  She’d wanted him to remain by her side forevermore, and yet once he chose to leave — chose to let her erase the story they’d shared — for her sake.  And now, in this new timeline, their friendship fresh and fragile, the stars seem determined to separate them yet again.

— Well, if Sonic can defy fate, she supposes she can do no less.

Her godhood shifts inside of her.  She’d meant to hide it, and that’s why she’d allowed him to rescue her at all, but there’s not much of a choice.  Her hand finds his chest, and she pours her power into his body.  It’s a poor job at healing — she’s out of practice and exhausted — but it’s enough, at least, that he’s not at mortal risk.

“I won’t lose you again.”

She smiles, soft, despite the quiet, burning promise wound through the somber syllables; her raise to meet his.  Elise pushes herself to stand, looking back to the room of her castle they’d just escaped.  The badniks aren’t far behind them — but that’s fine.  If she’s not hiding her abilities from Sonic, she can handle this much, at least.  She looks back to her hero, and his shocked / worried / confused expression.

“Just wait here, all right?  I’ll handle it.  And —” Her head tilts, eyes closing as her smile grows.  “You don’t have to look so concerned.  It’s okay!  Smile, Sonic!”

[musesofthesun]

@musescfmusic = yui one-liner call.

"do you think different colors have different flavors?"

[sweptawxy]

(Gallant-gained) "Come on. Let's get it wrapped up."

"Thank you Prince Siegbert," Shigure didn't fight it, he held out his arm, it looked bad but not life threatening, just a seriously bad cut from an arrow. "Are you okay? I apologize I dragged you all down with me.."

[leclsrc]

3k celeb toimeee ~_~ darting eyes with pregnant reader and best friends lily and alex please? love u mother

guessing game – ...?

Your two closest friends scramble to guess who got you knocked up.

auds here... hi love u didnt specify who u want the baby daddy to be... so i spun it into something of the sort bahaha

Alex finds the plastic positive test first, on the floor of his bathroom. On instinct, he literally screams for Lily, who rushes over to him and tells him it’s not hers, and for a minute Alex thinks oh Christ, is it mine? It’s only after Lily slaps his shoulder that they begin thinking of who might own it, thinking it’d really only belong to the only other person they love enough to let pee in their flat.

In a flurry of panic, they ransack the place trying to find you (it’s a three bedroom, so not too much ransacking is done, really) and eventually find peace when they peek into the rooftop deck and find you watching the overcast, dreary city with a blank expression on your face. You turn when you hear their footsteps on the cement, features softening instantly.

“You freaked us out,” Lily says, but she’s hugging you tight. “Alex saw it.”

“I thought it was mine for a second,” he says, earning himself another light shove. You laugh, but it doesn’t really hold with your anxiety, your anticipation, your nerves. You know, you can feel their burning questions creeping up on you, but they hold back for your sake.

“Are you okay?” Alex adds, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You sigh, shrugging.

“Sure. I’m keeping it, I guess. I’m just nervous. I haven’t even told the d—” Your voice hitches into silence, and you purse your lips. “Yeah.”

You can tell they’re absolutely dying to ask you who it is, but you don’t want to speak it aloud.

It’s just because when you do, it’ll feel so much more real. So real, so damning, once there’s a name to the mysterious figure, once they know who he is. But they’re your best friends, and just based on their eyebrows furrowing and eyes darting millimeter to millimeter, you can pick up on their inner monologues, their musings, and the theories they will no doubt share to one another over dinner or beer when you’re gone.

—

“Paul.” Lily says, tossing the stuffed bear to her boyfriend. He takes it and holds it, humming contemplatively. “Alex, it’s him. That’s the last guy she slept with, like, four weeks ago. And they did it twice I think.”

“Yeaaaaah, but. Yeesh. Paul?” He grimaces, face souring as if he’d just eaten a lemon wedge. “He was ugly.”

She laughs. “Then it means our best friend is going to have an ugly baby. Throw me the bear.”

“Oh—aha! Ahhh-ha! It can’t be Paul, she was in California last month, remember?! She had that whole work thing. And he was in Europe. Can’t make a baby over Skype, now can you.” He pumps his eyebrows and throws the bear, satisfied with his rebuttal as he watches his girlfriend stutter for her own. 

“Maybe she had a one night stand with someone in California?” Lily hums. “Did you know anyone who was there last month?”

She pouts to herself, deep in thought. She’s worried for you, above all, but she can’t knock the curiosity out of herself. It seems weird that neither she or her boyfriend are even remotely able to pinpoint the guy’s identity at once, mostly because they both know you so well. Lily especially, because you’re not in the business of spilling hookup secrets to Alex (he gets wind of it via Lily instead), and she had herself convinced she’d heard almost all of it.

“No, I didn’t see anything. Lots of drivers were on off-time last month, so it was all personal trips. But if she got knocked up a bit before L.A., she did go to that gala where a few drivers were hanging out, too.” He makes grabby hands for the bear, but Lily holds it out of reach, still confused and lost in thought.

She was so sure it was Paul—he was the only guy you told her about over the last few months. Sure, there were flings, but they were terribly short-lived, and that was only because you’re not one to date for a while. “The timeline doesn’t add up, but. Okay, who was there?”

“Um. Charles, and Carlos.”

“So it might be them.”

“Yeah, but slim chance.”

Grumbling, she tosses the bear back. “You win,” she sighs. “We’ll see. I’m totally blanking.”

“So am I,” Alex responds, evidently bummed.

—

Yuki hosts birthday dinner with the people on the grid he can “tolerate,” he said, which of course started with Pierre and Nyck, seated on either side of the celebrant. Plus ones are allowed, so Alex brought Lily, too, and Yuki loves you too much to discount you from the guest list, so the three of you are sitting next to each other. Charles, and Lando occupy the last two seats.

“Remember that gala you went to last month?” Lily asks in faux-nonchalance.

“Oh, yeah. Carlos and I had way too much vodka that time, like jeeez.” You make a face of disgust.

Alex squeezes Lily’s hand so hard she has to contain a squeal. They’ve got you pinned.

—

An hour into the dinner, your eyes begin to dart back and forth, breaths leaving you in quiet little huffs, which is your easiest tell—you’re nervous. Anticipatory. Bumbling. Sometime after the collective effort of teaching Pierre how to use chopsticks and watching the wooden utensil fly away and into the restaurant’s open aquarium, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom.

Immediately, your departure sends Alex and Lily into sleuth mode again. 

She extracts a pen from her purse and clicks it a few times, reviewing the facts. One, you haven’t told the dad yet, you said, which means there’s no awkward air between the two of you. Two, it’s someone on the paddock, or someone friends with someone on the paddock (the only clue you told them, and a really useless one considering how big social circles run in racing).

Its Carlos? she writes on a napkin, passing it to Alex.

DUNNO…. Maybe is the response. How bout Yuki? “What’s your birthday wish, Yukino?” Lando asks as she writes; Lily makes an attempt to look engaged but half-fails, eyes trained on her written words.

Are u crazy she scribbles. Lando?

“To travel outside of work,” Yuki says. “Be by myself, or with a friend. Taste food everywhere.” She wouldnt sleep with him if he paid her, Alex writes furiously quickly after paying the driver a long, scrutinizing glance.

“I heard of a cool place somewhere in Vietnam,” Lily chimes in to seem involved, but she doesn’t look up from her writing. Ok… so it’s not a driver?

She passes it to Alex and looks up. “They sell the best pho.”

“If you like Asian food, mate, Nobu is good, too,” Charles offers, smiling.

Alex passes the tissue, now worn thin with the writing, back. Idk. I bet it is tho. Doobius. She reads over it a few times in a cross between amusement and what she can only describe as being totally weirded out.

ITS DUBIOUS, she corrects, and for good measure she underlines the U several times. They’re losing the plot, distracted.

“I only hear the best about that place,” Nyck quips. “What Nobu did you go to?”

SORRY IM NOT AN EXPERT MISS HE

“California, in L.A.”

I dont think theres a single word spelled like that Alex

Pierre makes a curious noise. “Los Angeles? I didn’t know you went there, mate. When?”

Ok miss expert comes the funny reply.

“Last month,” Charles says.

Youre such a di

She pauses as she writes, waiting for herself to piece together why his sentence means so much. Nobu. California. L.A.

Last month.

The words register, click in her mind. In unison, Alex and Lily’s wide eyes immediately snap up to Charles’ relaxed figure, and he notices, laughing a bit nervously. No way, they’re thinking. The answer’s dropped right into their laps.

Now visibly stuffy, Charles smiles politely. “What is going on?”

“You—!” Alex raises a finger, ready to make his epiphany verbal in his fit of excitement, but at the last moment spots you walking back in, dabbing your lip gloss in place. He deflates. “Y—you, you—are a fan of sushi?!”

Charles blinks. “Um… sure.”

Lily makes a show of happiness. “That’s great!” she chirps, laughing phonily. “So great!”

Alex nods along. “So great, so great!”

You slide into your seat, smiling. “Hi. What’s so great?”

“Oh,” Lily says, laughing smugly and meeting your eyes. “Oh, you have no idea.”

[violenthunted]

hey what if it's a call. but u got two options : reply with one of the emojis & i'll make all your dreams come true.

🛸 give me memes from ... (u can specify as many as u want, i'll hit that ask limit for u) 🔪 let's plot & kiss, not necessarily in that order (pls have a muse in mind cause i have too many and not enough braincells to take decisions <3) 🐗 can i get a one-liner from ... (it's short. it's pathetic i KNOW but also have u considered that *runs away* also specify muse or it didnt happen)

[polymorphc]

@lastofmars​ // sc.

❝ have you ever tried crushing a soda can with your biceps? ❞

[stigmatvm]

@diutive liked this for an ibara starter (todoroki)

"Todoroki-- um, pardon the sudden intrusion." She jogs up behind the other teen, somewhat hesitant. They had never spoken, after all, and while he certainly held no negative opinion of the other student, they had never spoken, and Todoroki seemed...intense. A noble disposition, but Shiozaki always seemed to butt heads with people equally as stubborn as himself.

"I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you."

[oceaneyez]

❄️   ‧  ₊      ៸      @magicshvps​​ :

       𖦹 ࣪ ˖  * ‧ ₊          “  i was sort’ve hoping you needed me.  is that selfish?  ”  ( x )

[yumetohokori]

[ INSIST ] (>:I -smol noises-)

smol and tol prompts // accepting!

[ INSIST ]  for the shorter muse to guide the taller one to sit so they don’t have to keep looking up.

They'd been in the middle of a conversation when the redhead suddenly grabbed him by the arm and guided him over to a chair and promptly pushed him down into it. He'd been so taken by surprise that he hadn't even thought to question it. At least not until he found himself sitting down.

"....Genesis? If you prefer us sitting down, you could have just said so." He assumed that the redhead had grown tired of standing... though Genesis wasn't sitting down himself.

@unforestalledreturn

[pulchramusae-archived]

with her bean gun slung over her shoulder, tsurumi sauntered through a more quiet part of the designated area this game was to be played in. the rules were pretty simple - no magic, monster team loses if the farmers get the harp to their base, elimination is getting shot on the monster’s end, and being captured on the farmer’s end. perhaps hiding would be for the best if she wanted to help her team win - hide in the bushes and shoot the monster team at their bulletproof vests while out of sight. that should’ve been easy enough, right?

turns out it was easier said than done. sure it was a good spot to avoid the other team, but it was rare they came by. at the very most she was able to take two people out from the opposing team. they wouldn’t know who shot them until the game was over.

“ aaaany second now... “ was uttered beneath her breath before she’d finally see a third enemy come into her view. she was lucky if they didn’t turn the other way and see her amber eyes through the foliage, but... perhaps she’d be wrong.

@forgedxhearts​ // beans day starter ( from tsurumi to waverly ! )

[artifcial]

sudden surge of motivation to be on here so like this for a (probably one liner) starter based on a song lyric???

[effugeretm]

☙      「  @sangreluxuria​  /  LIKED  」

            ❝  brother.  have  you  considered,  just  for  once,  that  some  might  not  wish  to  hear  you  prattling  on  for  hours  on  end  about  how  we’re  all  plotting  against  you?  ❞

[multiicolor]

@crystalcracked​  ♥’d for: anna.

  the princess flinched with her whole body as the other shoved something in her face- something ... with a lot of legs and hair and .. eyes? were those eyes?

“ O-OH, uuuhH— th-thanks buut ... no thanks, I-I’m good- REALLY good, really ..  ”  her voice faded away with a nervous laugh, her whole body leaning away from the thing in her face, lips pulled back in an uncomfortable line. They ... they weren’t REALLY offering that as ... food, were they?   she gulps.

[allmortal]

👻  /  @daemonsnow​​ liked.

“  i don’t think you’re a bad person . . . bad people are much more complicated than most people think. i think that we’re all just people, we all do good sometimes and bad other times, and we can’t really be judged until it’s all over anyways so —  what i’m trying to say is,  i think you have a lot of time to do a lot of good ... and i think that wanting to do good, and trying to do good, well that’s a great start.  ”   warmth cascades in a fond grin across freckled cheeks, owlish eyes focused on the young mafioso ... the killer of thirty five. the way she says it, cold and emotionless, sets him on a steep edge. this is someone who is hiding from themselves, no one has ever let them see what they really are. izuku’s heart bleeds until he’s insisting upon being her friend. despite the glaringly obvious red flags that tell him not too, he sits by her side.