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Multi-Muse

Novella || Multi-Para || Canon & OC || Multi-Verse || Multi-Ship

30 || CST || NSFW

Muses and plots that span various media, such as films, literature, video games, mythology, and with the power of imagination.

With a touch of canon and a sprinkle of OCs, this blog might have just what you've been looking for!

Write with someone who's been in the RPC for about 17 years without the drama of the past 17 years! 😂

{Memes} {Rules} {Muses}

－ Ｐｅｎｎｅｄ ｂｙ Ｓａｈ． ᴰᶦˢᶜᵒʳᵈ ᵘᵖᵒⁿ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗ.

ᴾʳᵒᵐᵒ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @etherealxmuses ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᴶᵃˢᵐᵃⁿᵈᵉʳ

[bloodstainedstar]

[ COMFORT ]: the sender, noticing a visibly upset receiver, solemnly moves to their side, and places a hand on their shoulder in an effort to comfort them.

✮ – Bucky tried to convince himself some days were easier, that not everything sucked, not all of the things around him overwhelmed him. But sometimes all it took was a word, or the sight of an object, a sound, a smell…and it could go on and on.

He sometimes felt he was spinning endlessly like the dirty laundry he put on the washing machine from his tiny Brooklyn apartment he had just learnt how to use without losing his temper. 

Sometimes, Bucky knelt, one hand on his knee, a fist on the floor to hold himself steady. He tried to breathe, tried to make himself as small as possible. When panic truly embraced him, clawed at his body trying to drag him back to that dark, pathetic place he was once in, Bucky himself believed dying would be better than being hit by all of those emotions at the same time.

Many things were complicated for him, tricky. Like physical contact, intimacy, trust. He felt navigating them was like stepping on thin ice, never knowing when it was going to break underneath his feet. So when Wanda touched his shoulder, despite her honest and good intention, Bucky flinched and rolled it.

“Don’t touch me” He said loud and clear, but he wasn’t yelling. His tone was darker, colder, distant. “Just…”

“…Leave me alone.”

And then, like a peace offering, a tiny bit of hope, he said “Please.”

[writingsinashes]

I JUST SAW THIS SOMEHOW BUT YES PLEASE

hey but consider, someone do a Road to ElDerado AU with me

like our muses are mistaken as prophecized heroes or gods or something and they decide it's best to play it out for a while or something

[da-shrimping-station]

OH MY GOD HELLO????

rereading the last bit of the story was the right choice 😭😭😭

he even did it on behalf of Beleth without even being asked to

[biblically-accurate-dca]

moon n ballora

[bloodstainedstar]

✮ – Bucky glared at him for his comment but kept focus on the job at hand, sucking and playing with his tongue against the other’s cock. For a second, Bucky closed his eyes, inhaling through his nose and swallowing as he tried not to choke. The praise, however, was a good detail, he even hummed when those words got to his ears.

His hands then slipped up underneath Zemo’s sweater as far as they could go given their positioning, frustration clear on his action as he attempted to feel some of his skin. The sounds the other he was making even if subtle were going directly to his own cock. The temptation of lifting his knees and bucking his hips up was palpable, Bucky felt rather pathetic wanting to get any sort of friction but he longed for something, anything that would give him some form of release.

Bucky was starting to let the memories from the past stay there as he closed his eyes and worked the other’s length some more, a combination of spit and precome coming out of the corner of his mouth, rolling down his chin. He shivered slightly, opening his eyes to meet Zemo’s.

His pleading gaze was evident; Bucky didn’t consider himself weak at that moment, not exactly, he was allowing Zemo to take control even if temporarily. But if he couldn’t touch him—hold him or just do something more to him, he was going to lose it.

Caress.

Send "caress" to caress my muse's cheek.

It had been a long day. Zemo was tired and wanted little more than to pour himself a drink the moment they returned to the safehouse. Things had gone to shit, however, and with the amount of blood he'd been exposed to, a shower was probably the better first option lest he ingest some asshole's blood.

He'd barely toed out of his shoes when he felt the warm touch to his face, leaving him more confused than anything as he looked up. For half a second, upon seeing Bucky, he relaxed into what might have been a gentle touch before he caught himself.

"Ah it's... Not my blood," Zemo managed after a moment. It seemed to him far more likely that the touch was concern about blood on his face than anything - he'd been wearing his mask, so it seemed unlikely and yet somehow more likely than possible affection.

[esteemed-excellency]

ok so the brass embassy is just an italian post office

[kjzx]

Pspspsps Harlan I have a nice idea for you I'm sure the fans are gonna LOVE this

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Do you have one of those "follow forever" lists? I'm looking for people to start writing with, and I would love to write with more fandoms and people!

This is dangerous because I'm going to forget someone and feel like shit, so let's go with people that the RP Dash (y'all) should love on because they bbs, and I, like know know, I haven't even touched on the people I've just gotten to know and/or haven't interacted with 1x1, but they seem fucking amazing.

This is pretty much a list of people who deserve so much love and care, and I just want you all to love them like I do, but I KNOW I'm FORGETTING PEOPLE, SO I AM SORRY.

So, in no particular order...

@norvstforthvwickvd @etherealxmuses @iamdarcylewis @marvelousmysteries @cantevenbeachhere @manymusesbym @honorarystripes @westerosiqueens @prosiyat @frombehindpaleeyes @thesongbiird @wexarethewalkingxdead @rickgrimesdoingrickthings @madderbythesecond @antvnger @thecavclry @arandomnerdsrp358 @imxthexhandler @audaxbellator @flxtchcr @charmed-redemption @luposcainus @hiccuphaddockswifeparttwo @iamwhimsy @timeguardians @killerqueenwidow @wxrwounds @eskelwolf @hcrctic @scinglives @lightsblinded @nytehavyn-circle @mxgicshxrd

c:

[writingsinashes]

Sometimes, it was easy to forget that he wasn't alone at home anymore. Because for at least 90 percent of the time, the inventor was awake and consciously going about something that held a semi-resemblance to actual productive work, but that still left a 10 percent remainder where he really didn't have any actual control or understanding of what the fuck was going on around him nor did he have the empathy for his frame of mind to care.

That's not to say he was stupid; Tony Stark being called stupid? Ha, well that newspaper headline caused someone to lose their job- no, he wasn't stupid. Stark knew what was going on around him most of the time without having to dig for a hint or if he did, it was obvious within seconds but his brain's point in this frame of thought was that the genius was just that, a genius.

No one took advantage of him without his approval, and yes, there were times when he did give the all-go for that to happen to him, much less someone like the red-headed super spy that Tony had silently kept the door open after walking into the Stark Tower, allowing the weapon turned woman, or was it woman turned weapon he wondered, to follow after him.

Why he was making it easier for the one-eyed bastard Fury to keep that literal one eye on Tony's going to's and from's, he didn't know. Especially when by doing so meant giving Natasha, NO- Natalie. Natalie Rushman, remember, Tony?

Anyways, especially when doing so meant giving the multifaced assassin, Natalie- he only called her that, both in his mind and to her face, out of spite- a place to call home.

And no, before anyone asks, the fact that Tony had caught sight of the pitiful attempt that S.H.I.E.L.D tried to call something close to a housing situation for the government program's minions, aka the ever observant, red-haired, lithe, and closest person to Wonder Woman that Tony thought existed at that point- and let's not forget that S.H.I.E.L.D. was probably actually proud of the living conditions, as pitiful as that was to entertain in his mind-

ALL THAT ASIDE.

No.

It wasn't because of the tiny, cramped, cage-like prison cell adjacent room that Stark found out was his former PA's house... it wasn't because of how abysmal it was that someone of her talent, as much as he disdained it, had this shit hole to call home.

That feeling of pure disgusted amazement with a spoonful of disbelief stirred in is what caused the brunette to extend an invitation of housing to the woman who approved of the part of Tony Stark no one knew but deeply mistrusted the rest of the man, the part of Tony that was Tony Stark... yeah he wasn't still bitter about that whole pile of bullshit that was what was being used to define the now not so much dying superhero without giving the poor man any credit.

He was dying!

So what if he wanted to blow shit up.

The point here is, almost ten months, give or take, after the events with the Expo, Tony was living with a stray he had willingly unknowingly adopted, housed, and kept fed and happy in his residence.

Before the move to New York, Natalie(asha) had her own hall at the mansion in Malibu, so it wasn't that weird to give the neck stabber her own floor in the Stark Tower, was it? She didn't bother him, he didn't bother her, she dealt with the one-eyed wonder, and he had stopped actively going out of his way to annoy her... it was working.

Then she went and pulled some shit like this.

And while turning his music down to offer him food wasn't anywhere near a crime, Tony still found himself pausing with the wrench in hand, narrowing his eyes and slanting his gaze over to her in both annoyance and faux-annoyance before looking up at the ceiling with a shrug and a huff of exasperated breath escaping him.

"J. How many times do I need to tell you to stop telling other people this shit? She was probably on her way to poison someone else-" Without looking her way, he still shot her a playful and amused smirk, "and you just got her attention and cyberterrored her into playing "Time to feed Tony!"? I need to reboot your latest backup." He called out into the empty yet charged air with a hidden laugh before facing Natalie.

"You're not actually my PA, Natalie. You don't have to act like you care." He said dryly, head tilted and brow lifted as he studied her through a mask of indifference, hiding his genuine curiosity at her actions.

What the hell was she playing at by offering him food and implying she cared enough to pay attention to his habits? Nothing he could come up with made sense, and that was an absolutely revolting feeling that sat horribly in the pit of his stomach, not being able to know everything- fuck, how did people live life like that? Unbearable.

And the reasons JARVIS suggested were even more confusing because Tony knew from a very young age that the Stark was a very hard man to be around, an impossible man to love, and nothing but a pure annoyance, an irritation to have to deal with and manage, as Pepper had once lovingly put it when she had enough of his behavior one evening before storming out.

So there was no UNsuspicious reason he could think of that would earn him the spy's favor, especially when he wasn't trying.

So he leaned against the table and pointed the wrench at her, the metal bobbing a few times as he made a soft noise of thought.

"What's your game here, Rushman? What's so interesting about me that's kept you around here doing only what I'm assuming is keeping that 'eye' on me that Fury promised? Because it seems like, at this point, you aren't just doing another job. It seems like you're... like a kid in a candy shop. Curious about everything but always too suspicious to actually reach out and touch anything. Why are you acting like I now matter more than how little I did months ago? Or are you just waiting for Tony Stark to fuck up so Iron Man can be reappropriated? What?"

In an almost facade-cracking tone of voice, the man jutted his chin at her as he smirked. Doing the same thing as earlier. Studying her.

It was too bad that even ten months of getting to know whatever he possibly could about his new 'roommate' had him in the same place as when he first met her.

She was still the same goddamn confusing brick wall that contained an absolute lack of any sign of her thoughts, with the only difference now being he now knew that she could also kick his ass without wrinkling a damn fiber in her blouse.

He'd been titillated and kept in an annoying state of un-understanding, and he was done with it.

Why was she still keeping him company?

What did SHIELD want from him now?

What did she want him to do?

But then again... why did it matter?

@writingsinashes small plot

Who knew she would be assigned to stay at Stark's Tower in New York? Indeed, her skills could have been used elsewhere, but here she was, a gym adjacent to Tony's lab.

The times she's been alone with Tony have been different, unlike their banter while she was undercover, but things have happened since then. Her thoughts halt when the door to the lab opens, and JARVIS' voice cuts through the music, welcoming Tony- there's no glance her way, but nonetheless, she stands from the bench and walks over to him.

"I've noticed you don't eat much when you are down here." Natalia starts by reaching over to a couple of boxes on one of his tables. "I brought these protein bars for you; they have no chalky taste; they are blueberry flavor, though." she places the box on his working table.

[heartorbit]

SPARKLE ON ✨✨✨

[therighthandofvengeance]

[eos-headcanon-station]

Zoro and Sanji are either oblivious of their feelings or married in secret impulsively with no in between in my brain. The fact that Luffy can officiate legally binding weddings due to being a pirate captain has made that my intrusive thought.

[bloodstainedstar]

✮ – Karen’s sense of humor always managed to pull a smile from Bucky. She seemed different than most people he had met. Someone who had to deal with a lot and yet she soldiered on, always worrying about anyone else first, not putting herself as a priority because her heart seemed to be bigger than any type of ego or selfish behavior. 

“I’d argue that men are just difficult to deal with”, and he was one, an old one that is, so what he spoke of came from personal experience. He then shrugged, smiling softly and sighing. “You sure you don’t want a piggy back ride? Your knee—“, he nodded at it, feeling bad she’d have to walk like that in such a weather. But Bucky knew, however, not to press on things especially when it came to her.

She was strong, she could handle herself. He didn’t mean to make anything he did or said sound as if he was trying to be her knight in shining armor; far from that, in fact. He just wondered if perhaps she was going the extra mile. Was she proving something to herself? Or someone else? 

For a moment, Bucky thought that perhaps it wasn’t intimidation what he felt when they were close, but rather he was afraid of hurting her feelings, saying something wrong, pushing her away. And honestly, that…hadn’t happened in a long, long time. When was the last time Bucky actually gave a flying fuck about people’s feelings? He had tried but failed more than once, so he just gave up…momentarily, trying to wrap his head around his own feelings first. Hanging out with her felt like a second chance at being better at those things, empathize with people.

“Still feeling like coffee or maybe something different like a beer and something savory?” Bucky said while adjusted his cap.

@bloodstainedstar / continued from HERE.

The day had been long and Karen had honestly considered going home and sitting in the shower with her clothes on just because it felt too tedious to have to remove the layers she wore. Just let the water wash over her and drown out the noise of the day that she had experienced, wash away the grit and the grime of the city that clung to her skin. Except midway through the hellscape of her day, Bucky had text and asked her if she'd like to meet when she was done with work, and without thought her response had been sent with a lingering smile on her face.

Of course.

When Karen had parted ways with Foggy and Matt earlier that day to go meet with a potential witness for one of the cases they were preparing to present to course, she'd promised both men that she would be fine, that she'd check in regularly with them and even shared her location with both men. It was only a routine meeting, Karen reminded them, and nothing would go wrong.

Until the asshole they were taking to court tried to take hold of Karen from behind at her client's doorway to scare her off of the case. Until he shoved her down and then grabbed at hair to pull her up, the smell of whiskey heavy on his breath. Until he was met eye-to-eye with a woman holding a gun on him, her aim steady, fear drained from her.

When he let her go, Karen's leg buckled the slightest, pain shooting up from her knee where the scrape was, but she stood firm. Her client had called the police and by the time the precinct had arrived, Matt and Foggy had also been notified but were told she was okay (and she was). Statements given, discussion of more charges had, Karen finally escaped to go meet up with Bucky with a slightly bloody knee and an exhausted body to go along with it.

And yes, by the time he had arrived, she had forgotten about her knee, forgotten about the scuffle and had been focused more on the flutter of joy in her stomach at getting to see Bucky. His words and assessment of the injury had her smiling, and the offer of coffee perked her up just enough that she didn't feel mired in exhaustion still. "I wish I had just fought off a purse snatcher," she remarked as she fell in beside him at a leisurely pace. "Angry men not accepting that they are being divorced are a lot harder to deal with."

[sigskk]

sigchuu meeting (canon) (sigma told me himself)

[ID: A pixel art doodle of Chuuya and Sigma from Bungo Stray Dogs, standing side-by-side. They are very stylized, with elliptical heads, long necks that run offscreen at the bottom, and with only eyes and hair. Sigma is looking away from Chuuya, blushing. Chuuya is wearing his hat and has heavy eye bags. He's staring into the camera with an irritated expression. He has yellow sparkles around him and two arrows pointed to him, one reading "Has not slept in days", and the other in lower opacity, "(also looks like an angel)". End ID.]

[probablygayattorneys]

I can't believe I spent three days in England and in that time completely forgot to tap every light fixture and shake every bush in the search of hint coins and not a SINGLE person just completely unprompted made me solve a puzzle before they would give me my breakfast/let me into the museum I wanted to go into/showed me where my seats at the theatre were/replaced the souvenir program I knocked water onto/etc.