#muses; c

[musemuseum-a]

Muses | C

Calliope Cairsen | 30 | Sofia Carson | Dance Instructor | Extra Info | Verses

Callum Griffith | 33 | Liam Hemsworth | Racecar Driver | Extra Info | Verses

Carlisle Prior | 48 | Simon Baker | Photographer | Extra Info | Verses

Carter Whitman | 36 | Skylar Astin | Paramedic | Extra Info | Verses

Carver Loxford | 30 | Freddy Carter | Tattoo Artist | Extra Info | Verses

Casper Worthington | 42 | Jesse Williams | Activist | Extra Info | Verses

Cassidy Landry | 25-54 | Paul Rudd | Comic Book Illustrator | Extra Info | Verses

Cayde Myles | 43 | Chris Pine | Cowboy | Extra Info | Verses

Charlotte Beauregard | 26 | Madison Iseman | Travel Blogger | Extra Info | Verses

Cherish Kane | 29 | Madelaine Petsch | Model/Actress | Extra Info | Verses

Christmas Follsum | 34 | Kat Graham | Journalist | Extra Info | Verses

Clancy Cleason | 45 | David Krumholtz | Professor | Extra Info | Verses

Clarence Woods | 50 | Patrick Wilson | Mechanic | Extra Info | Verses

Cleopatra Hallow | 37 | Alexandra Daddario | Egyptologist | Extra Info | Verses

Clover Brady | 27 | Dove Cameron | Influencer | Extra Info | Verses

Cody Bradshaw | 32 | Austin Butler | Biker Bar Owner | Extra Info | Verses

Colby Shade | 33 | Adam DiMarco | Podcaster | Extra Info | Verses

Colton Pearson | 26 | Dylan Minnette | Animal Shelter Employee | Extra Info | Verses

Cooper Tobin | 29 | Nicholas Galitzine | Marine | Extra Info | Verses

Coraline Spalding | 24 | Candice King | Party Planner | Extra Info | Verses

Corinne Plyth | 25 | Amandla Stenberg | Librarian | Extra Info | Verses

Cressida Lyddel | 35 | Nina Dobrev | Personal Shopper | Extra Info | Verses

Cricket Nash | 26 | Olivia Scott Welch | Waitress | Extra Info | Verses

[poltergeist-404]

Obsessed? Very much so.../////

Yes. I drew the part that got covered up too.

[comatosebunny09]

As a result of watching more dramas, humor me.

You plan to go home for the holidays to spend them with your parents. 

Your mother’s been setting you up on blind dates in hopes of eventually finding you a match. She reasons you’re not getting any younger, so it’s time you settle down and start working on a family. Her intentions are good, but you just wish she’d stop badgering you. 

You don’t necessarily live the lifestyle where you can afford to have a partner right now.

You work for Onychinus’ leader, Sylus, as an assassin. You’re at the peak of your game, so much so that you’re considered his right hand by his enemies. You also secretly harbor feelings for your boss, but you know they’re fruitless because you think a relationship, let alone with you, is the furthest thing from his mind.

Anyways, you’re drinking at one of Sylus’ bars one evening, venting to him about your mother. He always humors you when you’re not working—you bring a certain flair to his life that he admits makes his days much more entertaining.

“Why don’t I pretend to be your boyfriend, then? Just to get her off your back,” he suggests with an amused crinkle to his eyes, watching you as he sips his whiskey.

You snort incredulously. Sylus and boyfriend are never two words you would imagine fitting in the same sentence. Still, you can’t deny entertaining the idea of what it’d be like to be something…more to him. 

You brush him off as just humoring you as usual, snatching your coat from the barstool and fixing your boss with a sardonic smirk. 

“Yeah, right. See ya around, bossman.” 

Your flight home leaves first thing in the morning. As much as you would like to stick around to shoot the shit with him, you need your rest to deal with your mother come morning.

Fast forward, and you’re back in your childhood home. You feel strange, being in your cutesy, innocent bedroom like there isn’t so much invisible blood on your hands and like you haven’t long shed the sheltered skin you once wore when you were younger. 

Your parents don’t know the full extent of what you do. They know you make a generous amount of money—you’ve bought them luxurious cars and clothes and sent them on exclusive vacations. You would buy them a plot of land with a beautiful home built from the ground up if they’d let you, but your parents insist on staying where they’re familiar.

An old childhood friend’s having a get-together. Your mother insists you go—this is the perfect opportunity for you to network and possibly find a future husband. Despite your protests, she pressures you, and you begrudgingly agree. 

You stick out like a sore thumb, donned in expensive fabrics at the party. Years of being an assassin and seductress have given you the gift of gab, so you’re the life of the party. Eventually, people start inquiring about your love life. Their questions become so invasive you step out momentarily to gather yourself. Just because you’re good at flapping your gums doesn’t mean you don’t occasionally become overwhelmed.

You decide to text Sylus to help ease your anxiety. You text each other quite often, and someone peering at your relationship from the outside would assume you’re just close friends. 

[ Sylus ]: that bad?

[ You ]: yeah. they won’t stop asking when i’ll get married. 

[ You ]: it’s really pissing me off. 

[ Sylus ]: lol

[ Sylus ]: well why dont you leave?

[ You ]: because i know i’ll never hear the end of it.

[ Sylus ]: hmm.

[ Sylus ]: would you like some company then?

[ You ]: 😏😏😏 what are you gonna teleport here or something?

[ Sylus ]: look up.

On cue, you glance skyward as the telltale shadow of a crow circles the ground around you. You squint your eyes against the sun’s brilliance, making out distinct iridescent feathers circling above. “Mephisto?” you suspiciously inquire.

You look down, only to be met with a familiar swatch of scarlet and white. “Sylus?!” you shriek, jumping back and clutching your pounding heart, almost having shit yourself.

He wears that customary smirk, looking so cool with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He wears a tailored, dark suit, his blazer hanging off his shoulders, ruffled by the summery breeze. “In the flesh.”

You swallow against the stickiness of your throat, wide-eyed and feeling like you’re dreaming. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Sylus examines his nails, his tone conspiratorial. “Well, I was just passing through—”

“Like hell you were!” You aim an accusatory finger at him. “We’re, like, 1,700 miles from the N109! There’s no way you’re just ‘passing through’!”

He shrugs, feigning innocence. 

A few of your high schoolmates, summoned by the commotion, gather in the courtyard behind you. The crowd oohs and ahs, whispering as they study your tall, devastatingly handsome boss. One of the women asks who he is, admiration evident in his voice. You know that tone too well: if you don’t claim him, I will. 

You swallow your resolve, seizing the opportunity to shut everyone up. 

You sidle up to your boss with a fake smile, encircling one of his arms with both of yours, your hands wrapped around his impressive bicep. You cling to him, playing up the theatrics of a docile lover. It makes you sick.

Sylus smiles down at you in your peripheral, the omniscient lift of his brow letting you know that he’s never going to let you live down what next comes from your mouth.

“This is my fiancé!” You pat his chest with a giggle pinched from your lungs, cold dread dropping into your belly. 

What the hell are you even doing?

[fagtainsparklez]

What the fuck is C! And why are you inpregnating hbomberguy

[peachyspaceslvt]

ANAKIN SKYWALKER

Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith (2005) - dir. George Lucas

[fheythfully]

2.2.2025 Febhyuary Day 3: Reborn [prompt list]

[terrorbitch]

open to: w & nb.

plot: our muses are frenemies (maybe codependent besties who hate and love each other, rivals of some sort, sorority sisters, etc.) and they got into a fight before a big party and ended up splitting up in the beginning of the night. now that it's been a few hours, your muse is looking for her and ... well, surprise! super 'innocent' and mildly religious romy is in the woods with a lower classman. and they lock eyes?

there was a secret anger that boiled underneath the surface. every time her 'friend' tried to set her up with some guy at one of these parties, he was always such a loser. thankfully, she had a few girls she could pull away to help take out her anger on. sneaking away, deep into the woods, she had pushed the girl onto her knees. she already forgot her name, but she had looked up at her eagerly ⸺ and ro couldn't help but smile at the way she did. with her dress pushed up, she grabbed the girl by her hair and made quick use of her mouth. a movement caught her eye for a moment, glancing over to catch said friend staring at them. for a minute, ro thought to push the girl off of her... but instead, she kept eye contact. instead, she moaned out a little louder and pulled her closer. she daringly stared into her friend's eyes, feeling so much better than she had before.

[deadkraker]

ok had a reblog that awoke the cTommy demons in me so let me just rant for a second about my very specific flavour of cTommy I've made up ok? ok.

you know how like there's stories of kids surviving in the woods by themselves and living among animals? well my ctom is that but with a twist basically.

he spent about his all his early childhood (1 to a 8 year old) in the woods, alone, and like, he was living his best life honestly, I think that he'd sometimes spy on some village kids on the edges of the village but otherwise he was totally content to just frolic in the woods and eat bugs n shit.

but then cwil found him and was like 'oh no whats this child doing running around covered in mud living in a forest' and just kinda picked him by his scruff and carried him home, not really understanding that the kid he just picked up might not be a human child that needed that sort of assistance, all children bite right? like it's totally normal for them to claw at the walls of the home, begging to be released back to the wild for the first week they're inside a home? yeah. and the shiny eyes and claws are just quirks he's sure. this child is perfectly normal and meant to live among humans.

after a while tommy kinda warmed up to wil even when he didn't really understand why he had to do a lot of things, why on earth were shoes necessary anyways? the shirts and trousers he got, they were soft and made him warm in chilly night but god, shoes were his worst enemy. and wil would also develop a fondness for him, and after that they kinda began traveling together.

wil mostly saw tommy's habits as just little odd quirks, and unless it intervened with thing he deemed important he let the boy be.

but then the wars happened and wil became very strict on how tommy should act, how he made the state look bad by climbing trees and walking around barefoot getting his uniform all dirty and untidy, and tommy you have to wear the tie, don't you care what they will think of us if my right hand man won't even dress properly?

and despite all the efforts he made to understand why the things that his brother- no, his general said were important and should matter, the uniforms made his skin itch and the long depatings and peace negotiations made him miss the vague memories of the days where all he had to be was himself in the forest. at least he had tubbo, he'd never leave him.

woops, wil dies, other shit happens, tubbo becomes the president and then exiles him, leaving him, cdream's abuse makes him both regress and progress with his masking, he's never been so much of a starved animal and a obedient follower as he was now, a wild thing kicked and tortured until any form of affection got his complete trust. only for it to be blown up like everything else.

he escapes, finds a safe place, get betrayed, flees again, holes up away from everyone else, because apparently this people thing that everyone seemed to be so in on just wasn't his thing.

some people offer to try and help him, and he accepts. once again.

they say he needs closure, which sure, he'll get closure, dream's in prison now right? it'll be safe right?

one cracked skull and revival and he's proven wrong.

but is it just me or is he kinda..odd now? a boy that once couldn't stand still to save his life, now just watched in the background, with those creepy dead eyes that were nowadays covered by those bangs of his. he seemed more like a ghost than ghostbur ever was.

he just wanders around in the woods, and the claws that had been clipped short by wil now were untrimmed, I swear I saw him hunt a bunny and kill it with his hands alone one time!

he doesn't really talk to people like he used to, mostly he sticks to chatting with tubbo and cranboo, cphil's tried to talk to him, tried to apologize for how things turned out..but he doesn't really get anything back from tommy. he seems more busy with collecting bugs and skinning small rodents for their skulls to try and unpack years worth of complicated feelings towards everyone in his life, maybe things would've been better if he'd stayed in that forest of his, at least he sometimes wishes so.

[t-u-i-t-c]

me explaining how kuon is projecting onto hoeru and not seeing him as a real person, and it feels like idolization in a way. hoeru's perfect and everything he loves, exhibiting the feelings of kuon's old self and complex feelings of care, but also he pisses kuon off, showing how kuon has conflicting feelings and does not have a full grasp on reality. he's a reminder of kuon's naive self and the person who was weak. it's obsessive behavior, in which hoeru is bits and pieces of what kuon pieces together and kuon himself. it's not romantic or anything like that really, it's an unhealthy coping mechanism in which kuon projects and deals with being crushed by fate and being sworn to tega june. he wants control and he knew he could have it over hoeru, which is why he snaps after hoeru turns on him, it's another reminder of how he no longer has control in his life and is losing more of himself and the things he once cared for, even if things are distorted for him.

[hiding-in-the-vault]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

AND THIS IS DONE NOW.

They're all so normal and good at communicating and doing things

[zenaidamacrouras1]

Till there were no more wolves in the West

dharmashark @dharmasharks

Summary:

“I’m afraid of a lot of things, Steve,” Bucky says softly.

“But this thing sticking in my heart—the part of me that��s yours? It is the best part of me. Maybe the only good part.” His rueful smile wavers. He makes a pained expression.

“What if it’s the only good part?” he asks.

..........

@dharmasharks am I correct in that this is the Bucky from your fic?

[warncdandwiles]

@drachliebe said:

" what's on the end of the line , limbo ? " " a skeleton ! " :D fishing trip to the ocean takes a wacky turn . // for the wet rat man

Oh, it's worse. It is so much worse. Not a skeleton, but a full on corpse. A skeleton can be wacky, mysterious, an aesthetic once its picked clean and devoid of any hint of life. There's something grisly about in the in-between stage.

And weird, too. This body has no shoes. A pompadour, a zip-up shirt, shorts.

It lies there, dead as a doornail...then a green light flares. The body jerks on the spot, then it's sitting up. It's coughing. It smells like mouldy cheese.

And yet, when red, pin-pricked eyes behold the group in front of it? him? the figure gawks. Points.

Starts SCREAMING. Really, really, hollering.

[fheythfully]

11.21.24 The heir to House Grace inherited all the features of her late father. It is said that Theodora Grace never gazes upon her for fear of heartbreak.

[twinklesofhope]

"Uh... girls. I fell asleep and I somehow woke up in this weird fish thing. I found some fish person here. Can someone help me?" Yume. You were safe at home???

[reclaiming-god]

This is what my relationship with God feels like rn

[ahousefullofmuses]

Test Muse || Sabrina || Open

"I told you it wasn't safe." Sabrina nearly yelled.

Her close friend had been reckless and nearly got killed. If it wasn't for her magic, she would have never saved them. All she wanted was for them to be safe.

"Why are you always so reckless?"