#unus muse of shadow

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Idea:

The kingdom of Devos technically has a Songbird. Sort of. His name is Tonio, and he's basically a Legally Distinct version of the Dreamworks version of Puss in Boots with magic. Including being a legendary outlaw.

How and why exactly he left the king's court and turned to a life of crime is known only to himself and Umbra, and neither are about to say anything about it. Umbra can't revoke his status as a Songbird because Unus has made it very obvious that Tonio still has his favor and Umbra can't find anyone else in Devos anywhere near as talented in music as him, and as a result one of his many titles and nicknames is "The Uncaged Songbird."

He's always enjoyed and been extremely good at riling Valiant up, and after he became an outlaw their dynamic escalated into a rather intense game of Cat-and-Mouse that gets put on hold whenever he manages to get away or some Bigger Problem draws both their attention, and starts up again whenever they cross paths.

Cilcia is the only kingdom he isn't Wanted in. He's torn between being relieved that he has a safe place to lay low if he needs to and "I don't know what their limit is, but rest assured, I will find it."

Lumiere tried to hire him for a scheme once and woke up with a Magic Overload Hangover and exactly half his lair cleaned out in response.

HAHAHAHA I LOVE THIS.

I can imagine it so vividly that Unus just stands in the shadow of Umbra when he goes to revoke Tonio's status, and just utters a menacing "If you put that pen on that paper, I will find a way to make sure Bliss's light does not reach Devos anymore." And its a very really threat because as kind as Bliss is, she hates Umbra as much as Unus does. (Everyone hates Umbra. So much.)

Unus probably watches Tonio with a lot of glee, knowing he's someone that Umbra quite literally cannot touch anymore, and him and Bliss enjoy making small ways for his and Valiant's paths to cross. They have bets on who comes out on top of the games of Cat-and-Mouse.

Queen Tawny (Cilcia's ruler) has definitely heard of Tonio's exploits and is always anticipating whenever he'll show up. She won't lie at all, she finds his game of trying to figure out the limits amusing.

LUMIERE GETTING A MAGIC OVERLOAD HANGOVER AHAHDHAHA. God knows he wasn't able to get ANY of that stuff back, Tonio was very thorough.

[captainthomasrobbie]

Important:

Main channel (Films) - Robin Sweets Studios

Gaming channel (Game) - Ryan's Gothic Attic

Masterlist of my fics;

Mafia/YouTubers (8-bitRyan);

Shadows over Lost Heaven

Arkin O'Brien/ The collector;

About Hawks and Snakes

Chad Charming;

What remains of Chad Charming

Requiem

Charlie Lonnit;

Frozen with fear, burning with hatred

Adam (Hazbin Hotel);

When all Is said and all is done... Hell is forever, and Heaven is gone. (Series)

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Characters /plus the fandoms their in/ that I'm very happy to talk about;

!I RP, DRAW, WRITE FICS, OR JUST VENT ABOUT THESE CHARACTERS!

!Also y'all'll maybe see some fics about those so if ya want anything, all you need to do is ask!

- Arkin O'Brien (The collection series)

- Remy LeBeau (Gambit)

- Adam & Lute (Hazbin hotel)

- Mark Mayhew & Antonio Geist (Don't feed the muse arg)

- Tyrell Wellick (Mr Robot)

- Aaron (Creep)

- Charlie Lonnit (The devil in me)

- Tommy Angelo (Mafia 1-3)

- Chad Charming (Descendants)

- Googleplier (Markiplier)

- Chase (Jacksepticeye)

- Unus Annus (+Ethan)

- Josh Washington (Until Dawn)

- Aaron Burr (Hamilton)

- Logan Sanders (Sanders sides)

- Phantom (Natewantstobattle)

- Matpat (GTLive)

- Chris Bean (Goes wrong show)

- King Dice (CupHead)

- Gavin Reed (Detroit; BH)

- Lady D (Resident Evil)

- Trevor/Julian (Would you rather)

- Mycroft (Sherlock)

- Killian Jones (OUAT)

- Michael (The good Place)

- Andy Dufresne (Shawshank redemption)

Will be adding if I find a new obsession or remember an older one!

[madhare0512]

[TRANSMISSION BEGUN]

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I AM BACK!!

I'm sorry I was gone so long, l was dealing with some stuff. but!! I've returned and I'm ready for content!

so! without further ado! welcome back everyone to an episode of Mad Rambles!

on today's agenda: the Egos/Disney's Hercules fusion au.

content warning: mentions of death

a comprehensive list of the gods:

(some of these are inspired/taken from @theprinceofflies god au, so go check that out too)

Ipliers:

Dark - god of shadow, night, and darkness, King of the gods

Wilford - god of mischief and trickery

The Host - god of storytelling and written word

Google - god of knowledge

Dr. Iplier - god of life and healing

Yancy - god of gateways, shelter, crossroads, and protector of spirits and travelers (leader of the Muses)

Illinois - god of adventures and journeys

Captain Magnum - god of the seas, guardian of the sailors

Yandere - god/goddesses of obsessive love, devotion, and marriage

Actor - god of acting, showmanship, performance, and theater (banished to the Underworld)

Silver Sheppard - god of protection and safety

Annus - god of the sun

Septics:

Anti - god of chaos, Queen of the gods

Jackie - god of strength and power

Marvin - god of magic

Henrik - god of death and disease

Chase - god of alcohol and family

Jameson Jackson - god of language and history

Robbie - god of the supernatural; spirits, ghouls, etc

Shawn Flynn - god of creativity

Battle:

Natemare - god of music and sealife, guardian of the sirens

Phantom - god of choices and deals

Theory:

MadPat - god of science and the stars

AntiMatter - god of insanity

The Detective - god of justice, guardian of innocent souls

Crank:

Blank - god of stress, anxiety, dreams, and nightmares

Unus - god of the moon

Misc:

Damien - god of truth

Celine - god of deception

now, I want to say that this au is entirely my own and I'm very in love with it. it sort of follows the actual storyline of the Disney movie, but deviates from it quite a bit. today my focus is gonna be on Google, Chase, Mad, Mare, Blank, Phantom, Marvin, and Jackie

their stories in the Hercules AU actually intertwine quite a bit. I won't reveal a lot, but I'll tell you some about each of them.

Google: born into godhood, parents are Anti and Dark, no patron god

Chase: granted godhood, no patron god

Phantom: god of choices and deals (patron god: Celine)

Mare: god of sealife and music (patron god: Magnum)

Blank: god of stress, anxiety, dreams, and nightmares (patron god: Damien)

Mad: god of science and the stars (patron god: Unus)

and this is all I'll tell you about them. they all get very close actually.

and finally, an excerpt from the fic parts I have written out:

Not far away was a museum full of ancient Greek artifacts. The museum is quiet. 

At least, until someone shouts, "Would you listen to those museum guides? They make all the stories sound like Greek tragedies!" shouts one of the people in the room. 

"Well, then, it's up to the Muses to fix it, huh?" asks another. 

"Damn right it is!" calls a third. 

"Well then, our story sure doesn't begin with the birth of the prince of the gods," says a fourth one from the middle. He grins as one of the other muses says, 'Tell it Yancy!' Yancy rolls his shoulders, then his neck, producing several cracks and pops as his eyes glow a soft gold. "Our story actually begins long before the Prince of the gods, many aeons ago."

thank you!!

[TRANSMISSION ENDED]

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Long Live the King

Warnings: noncon/dubcon (rough sex).

This is dark!Thranduil and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The king shows you who is in charge.

Note: It’s been over a year since I wrote Tolkien so I decided that to kinda take the pressure off I would try it again and return to my roots. This is my first (official) dark!Thranduil fic and it just flowed so I’m hoping you all enjoy it. As usual, pay attention to the warnings! Thank you. Love you guys!

Leave some feedback, like and reblog, especially as it’s a little different than my usual fare <3

You always enjoyed the banquets in Mirkwood. Not because of the dancing or the food; as a servant, you did not indulge in the like. You preferred them because they made the nights pass quicker. They weren’t so tedious as sweeping the corridors or making beds. 

The music, the cheer, the sense of carelessness released you and your fellow servants from the bonds of propriety. Any slip in your manners or oversight in your work was barely noticed by the drunken and distracted lords and ladies. Little messes could be attended to later and so long as you kept the wine flowing, remonstrance was lost to the bottles.

You stood in the corner with Ilane as you watched the elves in their swaths of silk and satin. Their voices were abuzz throughout the hall as they stepped and spun in time with the music; or tried to. Many were clumsy from imbibing; others careless in their raucousness. You cradled an ewer against your stomach as you awaited a signal and watched the guests cavort.

“Oh, Eru, would you look at the prince?” Siena remarked as she neared with a pair of empty steins. She swept around to gaze out across the hall. “Isn’t he so… handsome?”

“Yes indeed,” Ilane agreed as she smiled at the pale prince. Legolas was himself entranced with a scarlet-haired partner. “Isn’t he?”

Ilane elbowed you and you shook yourself from your trance. You blinked and cleared your throat. You shrugged and glanced over to the younger royal once more. 

“I suppose…” You said. “I would be amiss and dishonest to disagree. The prince is rather fetching.”

The girls giggled and you looked from one to the other. Your smile died on your lips and you never joined their mirth. You felt the shadow behind you and turned to step away from the mouth of the passageway that opened to the labyrinthine corridors. Ilane and Siena followed your gaze and mimicked you as you carefully curtsied with the ewer balanced against you.

“Your majesty,” You greeted the king. “Pardon us, we do stand in your way.”

“You do,” He agreed as you backed up against the wall to let him pass. “And you do tarry in your duties.”

Thranduil’s silver eyes flashed and the others bowed their heads and mumbled apologies. You echoed them more firmly as the king narrowed his sights on you. His eyes fell to the wine in your hands and he flicked to fingers towards the hall.

“My goblet is empty,” He declared. “You shall fill it.”

“Your majesty,” You ceded and lowered your head. 

He finally stepped past you and the other girls sent you a look. The king was known for his temper and his ill-founded grudges in the slightest of offences, even in none at all. You followed him dutifully as he strode up the stairs of the platform to the high table. He reached across and turned back to you with his grand silver goblet. The sapphires shone in the lantern light as you poured.

You bent again and slowly backed away. He sipped as you neared the end of the table. 

“Wait,” He called to you. “Stay. I shall require more as the night wears on me.”

“I shall be around, your majesty, I must attend to other guests.” You replied.

“You must attend to me,” He argued. “Your little friends can see to the rest of my guests.”

“As you wish,” You recited.

“Surely, as I wish,” He assured you and he swept away from you. He marched along to the end and around the other side of the table. “Up here,” He pointed behind his chair as he pulled it out from the table. “No use standing down there like a statue.”

You followed his path and stopped just behind him. You stood at his shoulder with the half-spent pitcher. His long fingers tapped along the side of his goblet between swigs and he looked out across the dance floor. He never joined in, not since his wife’s demise. That was long ago but the scars still marked the kingdom. And him.

He drained the last mouthful and held up his goblet for you to refill it. You did so diligently and he drank without pause. His thumb ran over a teardrop sapphire as he admired the cup.

“My son is rather… princely, isn’t he?” He mused. “The very essence of the elvish heir…”

“Surely, your majesty.” You agreed. “He does take after you.”

He scoffed and took another gulp. “Do not tell me as you think I want you to. Speak as you think…” He swirled the wine, “You think him handsome… fetching?”

“He is not unsightly,” You returned.

“I shall not ask for your honesty again,” He sneered. “As a king, I ask for nothing.”

“I do think he is handsome, your majesty, but I see not how the opinion of a maid should matter.” You said.

“Oh, it matters not,” He tilted his head and you saw the hint of a smirk. “You must have fancies that it could. You and your little pigeons titter so and dream of it, hmmm? That any lord could see a sliver of worth in you.”

You were silent. You’d heard of his malice but never were so unfortunate to be at the mercy of it. You stared ahead and he took another drink.

“More wine, your majesty?” You gestured with the ewer.

“Very well,” He said but withheld his cup. “I tire of the white. I wish for red.” He twirled the goblet, “Fetch it, will you?”

🍷

Your night was spent as such; filling Thranduil’s cup until he was yawning and so uncouth that you could barely withhold your own tongue. He stood and clapped his hands to signal the feast’s end. You noticed the waver in his stance. He’d finished more than an ewer on his own. Even he could not resist the vimor of Elvish wine.

He leaned on his chair as he watched his guests disperse in pairs and trios, chattering even as they yawned and longed for a pillow. You were silent as you backed into the shadows and he turned. His lashes flicked as he saw you, as if recalling your presence, and his lips curled slightly.

“Shall I fetch your footman, your majesty?” You asked.

“You…” He raised his finger at you, “Shall await my orders.” He declared. “You… can be my footman for the night.” His hand fell on your shoulder and he shoved you. “Come on.”

You swallowed and led him along the table. You were unsure what to say though you could not disobey his command. As you reached the end, he stopped you, his hand on your shoulder again. You turned slightly and he grabbed the handle of the ewer. He ripped it away and slammed it on the table.

“Go on,” He waved past you. “You should know where my chamber lies.”

As any servant, you did. You continued down the stairs as he traipsed behind you. He was like your shadow as he loomed closer and closer. His usual graceful stride was uneven as you wove along the bridges and twisted walkways.

When you came upon his doors, he reached over your shoulder and held out a single golden key on a blue ribbon. You took it without further prompting. You were swift to unlock the door and open it for him. He entered lithely and his fingers worked at unbuttoning his robe. You stayed by the door, clinging to the handle.

“Close it,” He demanded. “You will help me retire for the night.”

Your chest rattled but you closed the door. He faced you as you neared him and his hands took yours. He lifted them to the front of his robe. “You may hang it by the door,” He smirked. “My boots are to be placed beside the wardrobe.”

You finished loosing the rest of the buttons and he dropped the robe from his shoulders. You pulled it free from his arms and his silver eyes followed your every move. You hung it as he bid and returned to him as he sat heavily on the bed. He splayed his feet out and you knelt to unlace them. He leaned back on his hands, still focused upon your work.

You slipped the boots from his feet and tucked the laces in. You looked up but took pause at the bulge in his lap. You blinked and quickly stood. You went to the wardrobe and placed the boots on the rack beside it. You returned to him as he sat forward. He caught your hand again and tugged you close.

He led your hand to his crotch and pressed it to the hardness within his trousers. You blanched and tried to pull away. He held you there and snickered.

“You think that’s for you?” He spat. “Oh, dear, you think highly of yourself, don’t you?”

“No, your majesty,” You stilled and looked him in the eye. “I know not what you mean. Shall I continue in readying you for bed?”

His lip curled and he pushed away your hand.

“Go on,” His nostrils flared. “I can finish on my own. I needn’t a wench to help me.”

You bowed and gave a measured ‘your majesty’. He let out a dark breath and you backed away to the door. You reached behind you and let yourself out. His fingers gripped the waist of his trousers as you pulled the door closed behind you. You were quick to flit away the moment the wood met the frame.

🍷

You weren’t the first servant to be humiliated by the king. You’d heard tales of his rants and ravings so it was no surprise when he quickly forgot about you. It was truly a relief. You were just another in a line of those he felt to be ungrateful and impertinent. He had undoubtedly found another in the week since to turn his wrath upon.

Your life was as it was. There was no sudden ejection or demotion, as you feared. You swept, mopped, wiped the walls, polished the silver, tidied chambers. Your duties were as banal as before. 

Well, Thranduil’s words had proven true. A maid mattered little to those above her.

That day, the king had held a dinner for his son and his favoured nobles. A close affair in a dining room close to the feast hall. These meals weren’t unusual. Some offhand celebration of a council declaration or diplomatic victory. You were among several who were to tidy up after them.

Ilane and Siena gathered the empty dishes and Tonia took the dirtied tablecloth to the laundries. You were left to wipe the table and sweep the floor. Simple enough. You took a cloth and set to cleaning the long trestle. You neared the door as you came around the end and bent over the wood to reach as far as you could. The hinges whispered behind you unexpectedly but you assumed one of the girls had returned for something they’d overlooked.

“Forgive me,” The prince’s voice had you straight as a stalk and you turned to greet him with a bow. You realized how vulgar you must’ve looked with your rear in the air. “I believe I did leave my ring behind.”

“Your highness,” You bent your knee and balled the cloth in your hand. “I haven’t seen it but I might help you look to see if it has fallen.”

“Very well,” He smiled kindly. He was much nicer than his father and you had to agree with Siena; he was very handsome.

He neared the table and you mirrored him on the other side. You pushed between the chair and the table and got down to search the floor. He did the same and you saw the pale amethyst upon the band of white gold. You reached for it as he did too and his hand closed around yours. You flinched and tried to pull away.

“Apologies, your highness,” You gasped.

His grip lingered but he let your hand slip from his. He took the ring and held it up between you. He was awfully close as he looked over at you. 

“Quick eye,” He praised. “No need to apologize.” He turned the ring in his fingers as you began to back out. “Wait,” He beamed at you as you paused. “Do you like it?”

“What?” You blinked.

“The ring? Do you like it?” He asked again.

“I think it is very fine, your highness.” You said.

“Well, I should agree but I think it would look finer…” He held it out. “On you.”

Your eyes rounded and you kept from laughing aloud. “Your highness, with all respect, you should keep it. It is yours.”

“I have many. I should want such a… fetching lady as yourself to have it.” He looked at the ring and stretched his arm towards you. “Won’t you honour me by wearing it?”

“I… cannot,” You felt your cheeks burn. “Really, it’s… rather foolish, your highness. I’m a maid and…”

“A pretty maid,” He said. “A pretty maid I would have wear my ring…” He came forward on his knees, his neck bent beneath the table, and took your hand. He turned it palm up and pressed the ring to it. “And nothing else.” He winked.

You pulled away in shock. The ring bobbled from your hand and fell back to the wood. “Your highness, I…”

He began to laugh. You gaped at him and he picked up the ring. He looked up at you with a grin as his guffaws died. 

“You really think I would have any interest in you?” He chided. “Oh, you maids are so easy.”

Your brow wrinkled in disgust. You hung your head as you sat back on your heels and folded your hands over your skirt. You wanted to cry at his tone; his repulsion, his mockery. He tucked the ring in his pocket and sighed.

“To think…” His voice was deeper and you slowly looked up. His hair paled just a little as his brows grew thicker and his features sharpened. Thranduil smirked back at you. “A prince and a maid.”

“Your highness.” You reeled and balled your skirts in your fists. “I--”

“A prince…” He scoffed. “Let me show you what makes a king.”

You yelped as he grabbed your wrist and wrenched you forward. “Ow, let go!”

“Are you telling your king what to do?” He asked as he released you and his hand flew up to your throat. He drew you closer so your noses were almost touching. “You and your trite little tongue.”

“St-o-op,” You gulped out as you grabbed his wrist. “Why--”

“A king cannot stand for such insolence,” He squeezed and forced you down onto your back. You kicked as you clawed at him. “Do you think I forgot, my pigeon?”

“I did not-- You’re-- I can’t breathe,” You gasped as you tried to pry his fingers away.

“All the better for I tire of your words,” He climbed over you and pressed his body to yours, pinning you to the floor. “I tire of your arrogance. You must…” He leaned in, his breath hot on your cheek, “Recall your place. Recall mine.” His grip tightened. “Recall who is king.”

“Please,” You rasped as you pushed against his chest. “Pl--”

He silenced you with his lips. It was as if he meant to devour you. His kiss was rough, hungry, and sour with wine. He rolled his hips and you felt the same hardness in his trousers. His fingers loosened and slipped down between you. He spread his hand over your bodice and cupped your tit. He pulled back and the tip of his nose tickled yours.

“I can be the prince,” He taunted. “But you’ll be begging for me by the time we’re done.”

You shook your head as his appearance flickered. It was Legolas over you for a split second before the king appeared once more. He leaned in again, this time his lips were on your throat as you writhed beneath him. He sank his teeth into your neck and you cried out. He only bit harder as he delighted in your pain.

His other hand snaked between you and he lifted his pelvis as he tugged up your skirts. You continued to kick as he forced his knee between your legs and inched the fabric above it. Your heart pounded loudly in your ears as you pushed on his shoulders desperately. His fingers hooked under your bodice and a loud tear added to the tempo.

You whined as you felt his fingers along your knee and shuddered as he tickled your thigh.

“Your majesty, what are you-- I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please don’t--”

His hand shot up from your chest and he covered your mouth. “Shhhh,” He pulled back again. “You must learn to obey.” He growled. “It is what got you into this mess, my pigeon.”

You trembled as he rescinded his hand and lifted himself on his knees, your left leg between his as he held you in place. He parted your torn bodice and his pupils grew as he groped you. He held your tits and flicked your nipples with his thumb. You were ashamed as you body twitched in response and your nipples hardened.

He bent over you again, this time he buried his face in your chest as he held himself up on an elbow. He nibbled along your tits and stopped to take a nipple in his mouth and suck. You let out a long breath as he pushed both his legs between yours and forced them apart. He pushed your skirts up to your waist and the cool air sent a shiver through you.

His fingers brushed along your thigh and traced your vee. You closed your eyes and turned your head away. You bit your lip as the flutter within sickened you. Why did you feel this way? You grabbed his shoulders and tried to move him; he easily ignored you. Your nails sank into the brocade as he dragged his finger between your folds. You squeaked.

“That’s it,” He lifted his head from your chest. “You see what a king can do…”

He pressed another finger to your clit and rubbed slowly. You kept your eyes on the table above as you squirmed. You didn’t want to like it. He began to circle your bud and your thighs tensed against his. He pushed your legs even wider and slowly drew his hand away. You swallowed through your dry throat as you felt him fumbling around.

You felt another pressure along your clit. You inhaled through clenched teeth as he rubbed his tip along your folds. He spread your arousal over your clit and you tried to wiggle away from him. He slid his arm beneath yours and his fingers clung to your shoulder as he held you still.

“Look at me,” He ordered as he guided his cock along your entrance. “Look at your king!”

Your eyes snapped to his and your lips formed an o as he pushed inside of you. You dug your nails into his shoulders and sobbed as he impaled you entirely. You slapped at his chest and tried to shove him off of you. He began to thrust as he lowered his weight onto you and trapped your arms beneath him.

“Your majesty,” You quavered, “Please…”

“Say it again.” He said as he continued to rock his hips. “Say it.” 

“Your majesty,” You gritted.

“Again.” He commanded.

You repeated yourself and he sped up. His pelvis rubbed against your clit with each thrust. He pushed his other arm beneath your shoulder and grasped your head between his large hands. He gaze down at you as he fucked you harder and harder, delighting in the pain as it contorted your face.

“I am still the king,” He growled as he jerked into you. “Still your king.”

You nodded and your eyes rolled back as the sparks began to swirl around your core. You bent your legs and arched your feet as you felt the sudden rise. Your orgasm erupted from you in a series of agonized moans. You shook beneath him as you came and your tortured ecstasy only seemed to encourage him.

He pushed himself up and grabbed onto your hips as he hunched beneath the shelter of the table. He rammed into you over and over as he jerked your body over the floor. His grunts mingled with your pathetic whimpers. You were sore and throbbing as he pounded into you without relent, his fervour building with each thrust.

He sank into you with a spasm and came. He swore as his grip tightened on your hips and he bucked as he emptied himself in you. You covered your face as you felt his pleasure seeping into you and his shaky breaths enshrined you beneath the table.

He was slow, reluctant even, to pull out of you. His cum dripped out of you and onto the wood as your hands fell from your face. You looked down weakly as he tucked his cock away and laced up his trousers. He chest rose and fell as he smooth out the front of his robe.

“You should clean up this mess,” He dragged his finger along your slick thigh before he slowly back out from under the table. “I shall call on you when I require your duties, ” His boots strode to the door and he paused, “And you will fly to me, won’t you, my pigeon?”

[thelucidwanderer]

Instructions: Always repost with the rules, answer the 11 random questions left for you and leave 11 more for the people you tag!

Tagged by: @triggerbigger​

Tagging: Steal it

questions I’m answering

1. What is a tattoo you have always wanted to get?  Why?  If you don’t want tattoos, why not?

I wanted at some point to get the SCP logo on my shoulder and my gf wants me to get a Moon somewhere on me. The SCP logo because I just really love it and the moon is because our dynamic is I am her sun, and she is my moon. <3

2. What is your favorite Pokémon?  Why?  If you’re not into Pokémon, what is your favorite wild animal?  (Wild!  Not domestic!  So you can’t just say “cat” or something!  We’re here for the weird shit!)

THIS IS HARD,,,, I love a lot of the pokemon but my favorite is between Bulbasaur and Shadow Lugia (Fuck you he’s a real pokemon to me). Bulbasaur is one of my first pokemon and I also have a big ol plush of him from my gf. 

3. Opinion on dinosaurs?  Please.  I need to know who I can trust.

I LOVE DINOSAURS. I used to have a bunch of books about them as well as one that was about my size when I was a child that had Every dinosaur in them. 

4. What is a random headcanon for your muse that you haven’t gotten to talk about yet?  Any ideas for a thread that incorporates that headcanon?  (Not necessarily with me, just in general.)

Liesel is... less than human. I’ve mulled over in my head what kind of otherworldly form she can take but it’s a mixture of beast, humanoid, and oh god eldritch. I have no ideas for such a thread, I just... think of it. 

5. Are there any authors that inspire your writing style, whom you try to emulate?

It’s funny because a good bit comes from Warriors, Guardians of Ga’Hoole, with a dash taken from Magnus Archives. I want to write well and convey good tone but man oh man I don’t write well.

6. What, in your opinion, is the ugliest color combination?

IF YOU UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES SHOW ME FUCKING HIGHLIGHTER YELLOW WITH ANYTHING, I WILL HURT YOU. But tbh I love all colors, even eyebleed.

7. I have always been obsessed with the idea of living in a non-residental building (an old bank, abandoned Burger King, etc.).  What non-house building would you most like to make a house out of?

I just... really want to live in a greenhouse or a home inside of a mountain.

8. What is the video game you have put the most hours into?  Be honest!  Even if your answer seems silly or embarrassing, I promise I will love and respect you.  (Lord only knows that I have put an ungodly amount of time into games like Coloring Pixels and Cookie Clicker myself.)

Probably either Skyrim or ARK at this point. Both of which I don’t play much anymore because one is console and I forget that exists and the other... is unplayable to any mortal man because it’s too large even for a GOOD computer. 

9. What is something you like to buy or do as a treat to yourself on occasion?  I get sushi once a week!

I love either Crepes or Crab whenever I get the chance. Usually when I’m not feeling entirely shitty about my body being a physical thing. 

10. Favorite.  Cryptid.  Or favorite urban legend in general.

Hard to say but I honestly love a lot of cryptids. As for urban legends, it’s not really a legend but I love the story of the Dyatlov Pass Incident. Love me a good mystery.

11. What is one of the strangest things you have ever had to research for a roleplay?

When were Midterms invented. Couldn’t find an answer and I just live with that

I sadly don’t have questions unu

[ajw720]

I’ve been mostly quiet for awhile, for lots of reasons. I’ve seen what I needed to see. I don’t like it, but I am good with it, as the best course of action after much soul searching, but not for reasons most folks are posting. I mostly choose to completely ignore her, and have all her sites mostly blocked. But I may be one of the few that thinks she will never really disappear, but may possibly shift into the “friend” zone but always with the possibility of something more. I am ALSO well aware that it may just as easily shift into the opposite direction, out of neccessity, and they will “seem” to be endgame. I will still ignore her at that point, even if the worst case happens, as simply a very messy component of a shored-up public persona chosen for him and put aggressively in place long ago that allows him to advance as needed. It’s like a chess game in that respect, and he will make what move he must at that point in time, while looking at all the moves available on the board. D has long “flirted” with A list stardom. Most of the “talk” or fan and gossip chatter out there is very, VERY contradictory, from saint to satan. D’s public persona, coming from such high-powered players tightly controlling that image behind the scenes (NOT Pricky or Amelia, but Fox and all their divisions, S/un/shi/ne S/ach/s, and his Broadway, social media, and music industry ties), suggests to me that something is seriously off here. He had a clear path, so what happened? Like him or not, he was “chosen” for bigger things. So what happened?

In my mind, it was him refusing initially to return to work with R/yan AND Br/ad, both of whom have separate extensive development deals (not just Fox, and Fx, but HBO and now Netflix.). They are powerful players, with lots of connections in the business. Not many have that same level of power, and those that do, play the “Game of Thrones” carefully. Most are satisfied to rule their own kingdom, but they know how the game works here. D clearly had their favor, at least at one point, and they both still wanted him in their “stable.”

Every actor, male or female, wants such a mentor, it ensures they have a career and a shot at some hard-earned security and even some independence in an industry that clearly sees the talent as something to be used, a means to an end, and not normally of value as themselves. Mentors normally make an attachment to an actor, mentor in this case is not really what I look for wordwise in most of these cases, as in the artistic community a Creative often has a Muse, which becomes an obsession of sorts, as an artistic vision can be quite selfish, aggressive, and single-minded. There are lots of examples out there, and they vary in how healthy they are. I think everyone knows I think Ry/an is a demented genius, emphasis on demented. Br/ad has always been right there, supporting this mess, while seeming to clean it up. But I don’t think anything about his backstory rings true, including and especially Go/op, and he operates even more in the shadows than Ry/an. There is a lot of messy in that relationship, including creative financing and elements of control. You don’t cross this team, seriously, the two together are not to be messed with. Interesting how he and his “lady” headed on an Italian vacay the same time a movie we have yet to see was being filmed.

That said, most of D’s success and advantages/opportunities can trace back to these two, SS, and F/ox execs. Even the Washington connections. But not all.

Some are family related, for sure, some his college ties. But some only make sense when you look at someone else. Someone else who earned respect and a certain amount of love and protection from some powerful mentors based on his courage and his fearless choices. They love that kid. And that is only if you really see that someone else, that kid, is WAY more complicated than they seem. IMO, a lot of what we see is both someone else influencing D’s choices, and someone else shaping an unusual path that requires some real “smoke and mirrors” and complicated negotiations to make that happen. Distraction and drawing fire are all on the table here, and this would never be a “traditional” relationship in that way, but always fluid, always changing and evolving but ever-present. WHATEVER their relationship, Klaine and its social relevance ensures the two WILL ALWAYS be tied together. And I think C’s deal was revealed to them, much as they suspected, to ultimately be tied directly to D’s agreement to finally move forward with this new role and returning to this previously troubled working relationship. C has said as much with his famous “likes” on social media and other veiled comments. As usual, unless you are looking for it, C references can mean something else entirely, which is why they are so important, it gives him plausable deniability, always. But they see us, and react, if you listen. And watch. We are that “sixth man” on their team, the one they have no direct control over, but the one they have used successfully, in the past. I think they showed they were able to survive, and to withstand what would destroy other careers, but not without some serious damage. I think they made their point, and we helped with that, actually, all the segments of their fandom. We made them unpredictable, unstable, a force to be reckoned with, and dangerous to ignore, lest they unleash the Kracken. I have learned that sometimes it is better to be feared than loved, sad to say. But you use it to move your agenda forward, which you hope is for good ends. At least that is always my intent, although others don’t agree. Same with them.

But at the end of the day, you make the decisions that must be made, to move forward with something so you can deal with it head on and hopefully move past it. C, I think, has already done that, on multiple fronts, and has confounded his worst critics, in more ways than one. But he is still very vulnerable, and attempts to establish himself as an independent agent with his own power to fund his own projects as himself is what is at stake here. I think “identity” is something they both struggle with as they make decisions, both for their very public careers and for their private lives. Again, I think C is WAY more complicated than D, and D is one of those 5,000 piece puzzles himself. But they always impact each other, whether just through fandom, which is a very powerful influence in their lives, as best friends, or something more.

Publish or don’t, either is okay at this point. I just think there is a lot more going on here that makes their actions co-dependent in ways people, even you, just don’t see. At least, not in open discussions. Perhaps private conversations are different. I tend to stay in my corner, except when I think my voice is needed.

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I always enjoy your commentary.  I don't agree with every word. But with a lot of it. I think we all miss things.  There are so many pieces.  And no matter how involved, how much you know, how much research is done, simply none of us knows everything.  And everyone of us misses valuable parts.  Even me:)  I'm well aware I only have a small part of the puzzle completed -maybe the frame with the entire picture to be filled in with each new fact.

I do think in the 2 years btwn Glee and ACS, Darren turned some things down.maybe a lot for various reasons.   But finally he agreed to play.  Why? I'm an eternal optimistic. I do think change is on the horizon.  I also think Darren wears his emotions on his sleeve.  I honestly just don't think he can sustain many more years of the game.  Even if the closeting were to continue longer than I think.  I don't agree on her.  She's killing him.  I don't say that lightly and I have enough tools to back that up. She has to go.  

I never mention Brad. Just because he's the silent one. But no question. He and Ryan are a team and both are at fault for this mess.  And both have agreed to the next step, whatever that may be.  

On Chris. You are correct. What he wants is different than Darren. He wants to be creatively involved in his projects much more than he needs to act (whereas Darren can be a creative force but acting is like the air he needs to breathe). And he does have a ton at stake as he ventures into his first major behind the scenes role.  And he's not treading. He's leaping into it.  It's a huge risk.

On the rest.  Chris is smart. And he uses the tools he has very wisely.  I think he's not been as telling on the IG likes as of late. And my guess is there is a reason. But the reason remains unclear. But when he decides to expose something through IG, it is extremely telling to those watching.  I get many of the references.  But I'm sure I miss a lot.

I think what really resonates with me and that I 100% agree with. They use this fandom to their advantage.  And we are a significant piece to this game.  And one that is strongly in their favor.  We are relentless and constantly expose the nonsense. Advocate for change.  And aren't afraid to call out the responsible parties.  And we are watched by all parties involved.  To not see that is a huge mistake.

No they can't control us. But I think they try to influence us much more than people realize.   

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Running a paw over the many spines of books in the grand royal library, King Damien pauses upon one and tilts his head.

He reaches out and grabs it, flipping to its cover. 'Realm of the Dead'.

A eerie grins forms as he opens it.

Long before the people of Harmonia had the ten kingdoms they do now, villages and towns dotted the land. However, things were not as peaceful as history tells. Spirits and ghosts of the dead and damned roamed the lands, tormenting and causing chaos to all those around.

To cease the chaos caused by them roaming, the Muses each created a seal and placed them throughout the kingdoms. Then, with trickery and skill, the ghosts and spirits were lured to the Underworld, and sealed away for the rest of time.

The king slowly shuts the book after skimming through it more. There was no hint as to the locations of the seals, but it was a start nonetheless. He'd, of course, have to be careful. He was still weak after integrating and nowhere near what his usual power level was.

He flexes his paw before putting the book back.

Damien smirks. This would be fun.

○●○

"You should be around here somewhere.."

Under the guise of going around his kingdom to survey it, see what needed to be fixed, King Damien had left his castle. Dressed in a simple black tunic, brown pants, and boots, he walks around. He was nearing the eastern lake's edge, and it was nearly nighttime. He'd been going out for days now, at least looking for the seal in Devos.

"Nine Muses but ten kingdoms.." He mutters as he walks onto the short, sand crunching under his boots. "Maybe its to throw off anyone who wants to open them."

His fur glints in the moonlight, momentarily turning orange before something catches his eye. A rockformation, where water was completely still and the shadows seemed particularly large.

Grinning, Damien makes his way over, his body pricking uncomfortably at the water. He climbs up and over the small rock formation and kneels down, soaking his pants. Narrowing his eyes, he hums just so faintly and the water parts.

Beneath it, there's a swirling barrier. It's dark purple with specks of black, and the symbol of a black guitar was on it, though small.

Damien thinks back. Each of the Muses was said to have a signature instrument.. and the guitar was Unus'.

He grins widely, a shadow over his face as his eyes also narrow. "Jackpot."