#who-is-muses

[burnlikeme]

@who-is-muses continued

"Well...when I'm drained, I need to rest. I figure you're the same way, right?" Stu wipes at his eyes with his free hand and closes the distance between them. He's avoiding touching Ma'al for the moment, but his intentions are clear.

If you let me, I am going to kiss you, and I would very much like to curl up with you like you're my walking heating pad.

"You deserve rest, just like me. M-maybe we can put on the next episode of that, ehm, that show with the hole in the ground and Josh Brolin screaming at it?" While not inaccurate, he probably could have managed up some semblance of a title if he'd tried harder.

He leans closer, biting his lip.

"Really wanna kiss you. Going to now unless you stop me."

[niratias]

Crashes through your floor. 2, 12, 14, 16, 21? ovo ~ @who-is-muses

kirby may kill me yet.

2- Who was your first muse?

The honest answer is I can't remember. I had PLENTY that I dabbled in, in the way many of us who RPed as kids did. I LARPed warrior cats and wolves and WW2 soldiers on the playground like any self-respecting ND freak. My friends were making grass soup to feed their starving children and I was out killing men with my bare hands and being five steps removed from a furry.

The first muse I spent TIME on, the first muse I poured EFFORT into, was John Constantine, who I spent 12+ years writing, exploring, and crafting based on Constantine 2005 (a damn good film, do NOT try me) and Hellblazer. I have nothing good to say about mainline DC canon these days for him and I don't give a fuck about the DC TV shows either.

The reality is, he was exhausting emotionally and toxic RP partners eventually ruined the joy I found with him. I retired him permanently many, many years ago and I will not be bringing him back. I love to see how many people now write him, as I was literally the only option in town for my entire time bringing the bastard of Liverpool to life.

12- Have you any old muses that you'd love to bring back?

Eka Iskandar, an older OC of mine. I love him, I love his concepts, but I want nothing to do with all the old lore and storylines that ultimately made me not want to write him anymore. They're stale, typical urban fantasy and I'm over that, same way I got tired of my Constantine. I'd do a burnt earth situation and erase all canon for him to start fresh if I were to write him again. The linked bio is old, so please pardon typos or poor writing.

14- Who is an author that inspires you?

You cannot understand me without reading a little bit of Victor Pelevin, I think. Luckily for you English speakers (losers. jk.), his work's available in translation pretty easily.

16- Favorite trope?

I Don't Care That The Narrative Wants Me Dead.

It's more than a fix-it fic. It's WORSE. I make them WORSE. I embrace what the narrative wanted me to condemn, and baby, we fucking THRIVE together.

21- Are there certain characters that you gravitate towards?

ft. @bornofbloodandwater

munday

[corvidamned]

@who-is-muses said: [ Kira 🤝 Talbot, fucking with Dwight specifically apparently- ]

"Why do we have so much in common... I'm not doomed to be your alternate, am I?"

[hopecerulean]

❝ i know for a fact that you are special. i can feel it. ❞ ~ @who-is-muses (from Bro'Dee qvq💙)

@who-is-muses {thoughts of love}

It was seemingly out of nowhere, and yet she knew it wasn't. Blaize and Bro'dee shared a deep bond, one that went beyond even their status as fellow Lanterns - she could swear up and down that he was attuned to every thought, every emotional state she felt. The moment even the slightest inkling of inadequacy entered her mind, he knew just what to say.

💙;; "...coming from you, I feel inclined to believe it," Blaize murmured, a small smile on her lips as she hovered upwards, if only to nudge her forehead against her mentor's for a moment. From what she recalled, that in particular was a familial sign of affection for his species.

💙;; "And, coming from you... it means a lot. Thank you, Saint."

[red-hemlock]

Send 🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together ~ @who-is-muses (from Harriet)

Bad Situation Starters! @who-is-muses

The jolt of the elevator throws her off balance, a sudden stop that draws soft curses under-breath as a groaning whine of metal upon metal reverberates around the enclosed box. Like lightning, River is on the stuck-shut doors once it comes to a screeching halt, knuckles rapping against them solidly in an almost jaunty rhythm. Yup. By the sound of that echo, it wouldn't matter if they managed to pry these puppies open, they were definitely stuck between floors. Something completely useless to the pair, unless they wanted a nice window into the void.

She hopes whatever doodads and thingamajigs this chick nabbed up there were worth all of this.

"Damn! Looks like they managed to make it to the power, after all... That was pretty fast, Gordon must finally be having his lads and ladies run more for once."

Was that a hint of appreciation in her voice? Sure sounds like it. People in such predicaments didn't tend to lean against walls all devil-may-care, but there she was, the ghost of a toothy grin threatening to split her face in two. Yet what can River say, the 'challenges' put forth by the costumed justice-schmucks were starting to grow a bit stale nowadays; it was about time the cops tried to take it up a notch for once.

"Well... Let's look on the bright-side, dear! I suppose things could be scores more worse than this."

The 'bright'-side, eh? Famous last words, before that little light above suddenly dies; and darkness swallows them both within its dense, indiscriminate embrace.

[caestusvulpes]

@who-is-muses

❛  what has happened in your life that made you like this?  ❜ ~ @who-is-muses (Scarecrow, bcus I'm struggling with your prompt and don't want to leave you hanging qvq)

"... Lost m'damn job. That's it, really. I didn't do this whole thing fer money before, but now I don't have a choice."

Any other occupation was either corrupt at the center, targeted by rogues, or doomed to fail. No one would hire her. By god has she tried. How badly she wanted to simply never have to do this visor-on thing... this stupid piece of Party-City plastic she put on, wanting so badly to do something worthwhile...

"An' before y'ask, no, I had no problems growin' up, an' no, my parents loved me. Y'say 'like this' so... judgementally."

[ncmither]

time had started to slip and have no meaning. did it even exist in this realm she had dragged them all into? there was a sickness that grew inside the realm. a bright decay that seemed to hurt her. he had seen it. once or twice as it oozed from her realm like blood from an opened wound. it could be one small key to a greater door that could lead them all too freedom. he had separated from the others to trek into the area where the infection lingered so predominantly, not knowing if other horrors awaited. after finding a node of blight, he knelt in front of it, trying to figure out how to grab a sample without infecting himself in the process.

@who-is-muses liked for a starter. ( The Blight )

[hypo-critic-art]

“Get out of my head!”

“You first.”

redbubble ▪︎ kofi

[cruel-hiraeth]

desperately humping a huge bulge and trembling with both desire and nervous excitement because you can feel how impossibly large it is even though several layers separate you

[burnlikeme]

@who-is-muses continued

"You know what I think?" Dents' anger is a fiery thing, though his voice has cracked more than once. "I think you're all a b-bunch of bullies! I think you let things get bad and-and the instead of helping people, you throw them in deep holes they can't climb out of on account of that you give them no ladder, like in the Sims! And I think, I think you're all getting OFF on it, too." Stuart knows a thing or two about false imprisonment, and as far as he's concerned, no caped superheroes have the legal jurisdiction to hold anyone prisoner, no matter the circumstances. "You're all a bunch of sodding pigs- cops going by another bloody name and th-thinking the world needs to thank you for fucking everything up over and over again. And you know what I think? I think we'd have less supervillains if there were less superheroes. I think you lot are so hung up on black and white you don't realize you've got your h-heads up each other's assholes!"

He hasn't directly spit at J'onn, but the amount of it that has sprayed him during this rant might as well serve the same purpose.

"If he's stuck there, y-you're letting me visit WHENEVER I want." That's as close to a snarl as Dents has ever manged. One curled fist raises, index finger jabbing J'onn directly in the chest. "And-and if you don't let me I'm flying the f-fucking Winnebago there MYSELF."

[niratias]

[ beg ] — my muse begs your muse to cum ~ @who-is-muses [ for Bro’Dee and Cayne? ovo ]

What a shame that Cayne has near-infinite patience and self-control. The pleading is music to his ears- something he'll remember when he's alone and has spare time to kill. Something he'll keep close to warm his bed when their respective missions take them apart for a while. For now, his partner's beneath him, the priest's knees slotted between his lover's legs. Bro'Dee is always delightful to overstimulate, and tonight, he's taking his sweet time. Smooth, cool hands know all the right spots and exploratory fingers have dipped inside of him far more than once. Whimpers have been swallowed into kisses, Cayne's veil off, maw welcoming and horrifying and oh, so gentle.

"You're going to have to impress more a little more than that if you want to cum, my love." His voice is a warm rumble, lips and teeth dragging against Bro'Dee's chest. Does his wrist never grow tired? Seems not. Seems like he could go for ages yet, and he's oh so good at pushing his partner towards the edge, only to hold him back and make everything that much more agonizing.

kinky/rough smut prompts

[corvidamned]

❛ Why are you here? ❜ ~ @who-is-muses (Claudette)

She finds her on the second floor of the Adams house of the Coldwind farm, gazing off across the cornfield through the gap in the wall that led out onto the roof. Kira doesn't think to take her meaning about here and now. "I'm here because I was taken from a place that was forgotten. Hardly anybody knew where I was. And it would've been easy to say that I died because the facility was an experimental lab full of monsters, and it was fitted with a self-destruct that had already been triggered. It was about as close to hell as you could get. I imagine the veil was thinner."

[hopecerulean]

[ offers you a Bleez ]

@who-is-muses {bingo}

💙;; "Red and blue are often complimentary~"

[red-hemlock]

Send 🌧️ for our muses to get caught in the rain together ~ @who-is-muses (from Jon)

Bad Situation Starters! @who-is-muses

Drescher. Some liken the district to a decaying corpse, the husk with which the shining jewel of Ryker Heights sprouts from: Each fresh sky-seeking beam erected, draining what lies just below. But decay has its own way of 'building' things too. Time and erosion, it patiently carves holes and scrapes secret nooks, the kind which all manner of things can wheedle and weave their way into.

It was here, nestled under one of those many overpasses, her 'peace' had been disturbed. She'd been watching him ever since he scuttled-in from the rain-slick streets: Quiet and perfectly content with letting him return none the wiser, once those showers ceased their blanketing downpour. But alas they didn't, and it didn't seem like he'd be absconding any time soon.

Well, then.

The dull scrape of a spiked boot against metal carries under that dilapidated structure, purposeful and intent; it 'announces' the assassin's presence long before her voice did.

"Well, well, now would you look who the rainwater's gone and washed-in!" A hand ascends, dragging the mask down over her grinning face. The thing's mechanics warping her voice into some indistinguishable tone as its lenses fire to life in soft orange, "I spy with my little eye: one lone stray Scarecrow, oh me oh my."

"So sorry to disappoint, but I'm afraid this shabby little shelter's already 'occupied'... Luckily for you though, I'm content to share."

The million dollar question is, was he? She's not particularly perturbed, not at this moment anyway. Reclined high-up in her perch of concrete and steel, it's a spot distant from the pointed-ends of any needles doubtlessly squirreled-away in that burlap ensemble of his; and this whisper of a storm wind favors her. If he decides to try anything 'funny', she'll drop him like a bagful of rocks.

But for now? For now, Hemlock likens herself the gracious 'host', queenlike in poise as she sits-up and crosses her legs one over the other. From off to the side a dampened bag is produced, hidden from view until held aloft with a doggish tilt of the head.

"...Sandwich, darling? I snatched extras."

[musings-of-an-aesthete]

Favourite Hatchetfield trios. In every version of the story.

TGWDLM x NPMD | Paul, Emma and Ted | Richie, Ruth and Pete

[noodles-and-tea]

Little Stan getting manipulated by Bill has excellent angst potential but consider.

Stanley just, keeps tricking Bill. Because Bill would definitely massively underestimate Stanley and how far he’ll go to protect Ford (like in the actual show). We also know Stanley has the street smarts between the twins and could absolutely tell Bill is full of it.

And because Bill would absolutely loose his mind if he kept getting foiled by a snot nosed eight year old that isn’t even supposed to be here

I like to think that he doesn’t even try that hard he just does not even care about bill