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Receiver's muse has been missing for over a year. Send, "Oh my god, I thought you were dead." for Sender's muse to find them at their door.

[sonnetheart]

it actually came out okay yayy !! also reworked my muse roster here a little bit

trying my hand at making a carrd from scratch for my dc blog wish me luck !!

[sonnetheart]

PALADINLUNGS — a multimuse roleplay account for a handful of the women from dc comics. written by mari, she/her, 20. follows from @sonnetheart. semi-selective, indepdent, with canon compliant dark themes ahead

main muses : stephanie brown / cassandra cain / barbara gordon / helena bertinelli / donna troy / zatanna zatara / kara zor-el / cassie sandsmark

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[sonnetheart]

trying my hand at making a carrd from scratch for my dc blog wish me luck !!

[sonnetheart]

OPEN STARTER! —— ALL FANDOMS WELCOME

The second the boat docks at shore - the second her feet are firmly planted back on solid ground - the second she stuffs that damn menu into her purse and lets the rest of her trash clatter to the ground - Margot starts running. She doesn’t have an end point in mind, she just needs to get away. It’s dark and it’s late and her chances - she hopes, at least - of running into anyone else are slim. She just needs to get away, she doesn’t want to have to explain any of what she’s just seen - not right now, at least.

She should have expected that luck would not be on her side, because she steps out towards the main road, and immediately she sees them, staring back at her. Margot inhales sharply - she knows there’s still blood on her arms. Forcing as much authority into her voice as she can, she snaps over to them: “What are you gawking at?”

[sonnetheart]

might make an open starter with margot, maybe her running into [muse] just after escaping hawthorne

[sonnetheart]

nobody gets out alive.

dialogue prompts from nobody gets out alive: stories by leigh newman.

you have a wonderful laugh.

i wish i had known you before.

play me a song. it'll make you feel better.

what a fucking corner we have found ourselves in.

you don't even know what ____ means.

i'm your friend. remember?

there's no need to fib.

do you have the horrors?

i have a chill. it's probably hypothermia.

microwaves will cook your brain.

i'm so proud of you.

what an arrogant shit i was.

you're an odd one. dark. i like you.

i'll never leave you. you know that, right?

it's a son of a bitch world, and nobody gets out alive.

i've never seen you afraid before.

you can tell a lot about a person by their handwriting.

you know how i hate to yell.

why can't you just tell me what's going on?

i'm leaving. just like you wanted.

what's wrong with crying?

my first and only friend.

there were so many times i almost told you. so many times i never did.

the great love of my life was our friendship.

everybody everywhere thinks they're a good person.

what if we got out of here?

did you ever run away? you know, as a kid?

it wasn't all shit and shenanigans.

i've always wanted to learn [language].

have an oyster. they're a delicacy.

you're in trouble. do you understand that yet?

it'll make me feel better if you're there.

you're the best ___ in the world.

i have been alone for most of my life.

you can stay here, if you don't want to go home.

it's easy to be married when you're happy, but nobody's ever happy all the time.

we are allies of convenience: nothing less, and nothing more.

god is a brute. imagine a world where mary was in charge.

how are you still so naïve?

you're breaking my heart.

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[sonnetheart]

you don’t know what you think. not really. ( @zaunhearted trying my hand at writing silco for jinx….. )

She’s sitting cross-legged on his desk, chin resting against her knees. One hand scratches at the opposite arm, rhythmically. The room is quiet, save for the sound of them both breathing. She takes that as a comfort - both alive.

She drags her gaze over to look at him. She can’t fully register his tone, if he’s angry or placating, or just trying to instill something into her. His lectures seep into conversations, entirely unprompted, sometimes.

Jinx hums. She likes to think that she knows her own mind better than anyone does, but that doesn’t exactly mean she understands it. Silco is the one who can quiet it down on bad days, so maybe he knows it best. She shudders at the thought.

“Oh yeah?” she says, after what must be too long. “Then how come you do?”

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“Seems everyone knows everything about everyone ‘round here.” she snorts. It’s not entirely untrue - word travels fast in the Lanes, and some days there’s nothing better to do than to gossip - but she supposes it should be noted that her own reputation is a little more . . . inflated than others.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” she adds, because she wasn’t wholly raised without manners. She doubts it sounds genuine, but she tries to echo his cadence.

She reaches for her google’s, perched on her forehead, and pulls them off entirely, cradling them. It’s something to feel, something to do with her hands. (Not-Mylo hisses something against her ear about getting back to work, and she can’t suppress the little twitch towards him).

Looking back at Viktor, she laces hee tone with a practiced sweetness. “So . . . What part of me is so interesting, Vikotr?”

@sonnetheart / continued!

“ EUH, WELL, YOU MAY BE RIGHT ABOUT THAT. ” He humours her, for now, allowing her the barb. It’s not like he hasn’t heard worse, and besides, he’s not about to be put off by an insult. It’s Jinx. Insults are the least she gives out sometimes.

His perceptiveness grants him some insight to Jinx’s troubled state of mind. Brow wrinkling, he sees past the smile, the taunt, the act. Viktor has held his own up enough to recognise a front when faced with one.

He won’t call her out on it. That would be impolite. But he does walk up, finger tap-tap-tapping against his crutch as he manages up the perilous steps of her . . . Is it a workshop ? He’s not entirely sure what to call it.

“ I meant nothing by it. ” Viktor asserts, curious eyes flickering over Jinx. “ Only that you interest me. For many reasons. ” He offers her a smile, a kind one, a polite one. “ You know . . . for all my dealings with Silco, I’ve yet to talk to his protégé. It’s nice to put a face to the name, Jinx. ”

[sonnetheart]

She huffs out a sigh. They’re not doing this the easy way, then. Figures. Jinx can’t meet his eye, fidgeting with one of the gadgets at her hip. Silco was the negotiator, Silco was the one who struck deals and made damn sure that they went through. She’d much rather be in the rafters, watching. She’d much rather pretty boy would just agree without questions.

“Ha, well, your hands aren’t exactly clean either.” It’s a taunt, and maybe there just a little bit of humour in it to her. “Hextech running through the city like blood in the veins, and can you really say it’s not dropping some poison along the way? And it’s not just your fancy gadgets - the Pilties did just as well back then, too.”

Silco would never ramble like this, but Silco’s not here, and Jinx is just a little bit desperate.

“All that is to say, pot calls the kettle black. You don’t have much of a leg to stand on, wonder boy. So why don’t you try to humour me?”

@sonnetheart / continued!

JAYCE PAUSES, FRUSTRATION LINING HIS FACE. “ I’m not — ” He begins, but knows it’s useless. Jinx doesn’t care that he’s technically from the mountains just outside Piltover. As far as she’s concerned ( as far as anyone’s concerned ), Jayce is the golden boy of Piltover, the man of progress, birthplace be damned. Nevermind that the upper - class would’ve sooner cast him out if Hextech hadn’t worked . . . Nevermind he always feels like he’s playing catch up, struggling to fit in with this new world. He’s Piltover, through and through.

“ After everything you’ve done, ” he presses, suspicion laden in his voice, “ you’ve not given us any reason to believe this isn’t another one of your tricks. ” And then, pushing just a little harder, because he has to — the fate of Piltover, of the Undercity, of both cities, depend on him ( and if they don’t, it sure feels like they do ) — he adds, forcefully, “ Dozens have died because of you, Jinx. You’re going to have to convince me that this is real. ”

[sonnetheart]

the urge to make more solo blogs is so strong… someone stop me

[sonnetheart]

you're so... strange. (aaaand one from vik too for jinx or caitlyn, up to you!! @zaunhearted)

Jinx wrinkles her nose. She didn’t hear him come in, which is odd, because she’s usually so hyper aware of everything. The clatter of her tools on the table, the hiss of a draft slipping under the door, the creak of footsteps.

She thinks Vikor ought not to be so agile, but maybe she just doesn’t know much about him, because frankly, she doesn’t. Or maybe it’s just the ghosts that are whispering a little too-loud next to her ear that are clouding her awareness.

Whatever the case, she doesn’t want him here.

She turns around, drags her gaze over to where he’s standing, looking over at her. She forces a smile, it’s too big and twitchy, but it’s the best he’s going to get. If he insist on eavesdropping, he gets to see the ugly truth.

“You’re one to talk.” Jinx replies, after a moment of contemplation. “From what I’ve heard, you’re not exactly fitting the normal quote yourself, bucko.”

[sonnetheart]

i want to believe you, but i don't. (jayce to jinx ?! i just think these two should interact idk. @zaunhearted)

“Think I haven’t heard that one before?” Jinx laughs, more to herself than to Jayce, and more out agitation than any real humour. “You pilties are all the same.”

It would be weirder, she thinks, if he did trust her. It would probably mean that he’s looking for something, and she’s long past the point of giving people what they want. Still, there’s something in her that twists at the thought that this would all be so much easier if for once he could just drop all his pride and take her word.

“Believe what you want. Don’t what you don’t. It’s doesn’t make any difference to me.” (It does, because if he’s not a confidant then he’s a threat).

She looks at him, eyes glistening with something bitter and uncertain. “All I’m saying is, I’m here to make a deal. A peaceful one.”

[sonnetheart]

Psychological Prison

"You're not who you said you were."

"Who do you think I am?"

"It's like you've forgotten every part of yourself."

"Once upon a time, I trusted you."

"I want to believe you... but I don't."

"Once... everything was different."

"Let me tell you now - no. Never again."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"You're so... strange."

"I want you to be honest with me, for once."

"Outside ideas are against the rules."

"Don't question me ever again."

"I'm not special to you, you're not special to me."

"It smells like... you."

"Why are you trying to be invisible?"

"I'm hungry, I'm tired, and I don't want anything to do with you."

"You can't protect me from everything out there."

"You don't know what you think, not really."

"I'm going to make sure you never feel fear again."

"Don't trust what they're saying to you."

"Only I can keep you safe."

"You look at me like you can't even see me."

"That smile... it's like there's a shark, circling in the water."

"You act like a pilot fish, but you're a predator. Hunting."

"This isn't the real you, is it?"

"Now... say you're sorry. Say it like you mean it."

"You should know who I am."

"I am royalty, aren't I? Say it."

"I don't want to do this, either. But I have no choice."

"Oh... it's okay. You can cry. It won't change anything."

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Caitlyn thinks on the question, let’s it mull over in her mind. She could be honest, she could spill her soul right here and now and let him see all the ugly, jagged ways in which she is so close to falling apart, completely and utterly. (Thinks of her mother, briefly, and then she buries that thought deep down where it belongs because any such pain is a weakness she cannot afford).

“I’m… managing.” Is the eventual reply, because it isn’t entirely a lie, even if not much of the truth, either. Managing in the sense that she can get out of bed every day - which is more than she can say for her father. Managing, as to sit in uncomfortable chairs for equally uncomfortable meetings, as a city on the brink of collapsing under its own failings scrambles for a shot at what to do.

She hopes he doesn’t pry and further, hopes his own mental strain is enough to keep him from in.

And on that thought - on everything he’s been through, too, because Caitlyn lost her mother, but Jayce was the one who was in the tower, and Jayce is the one who is still haunted by Viktor, now - she purses her lips.

“How are you, though, Jayce?” she asks.

”How’d you get here?” - from Cailtyn to Jayce, maybe in Act I?

“ YOU DIDN’T THINK YOU COULD KEEP ME OUT. ” Comes the rhetorical reply, as he quirks an eyebrow. He can tell almost immediately that she’s not in the mood for any sort of jokes — he can’t blame her, after what she’s been through — and honestly, with Viktor’s touch-and-go status right now, Jayce feels like he’ll never make a joke again. He approaches with more caution, tentatively stepping closer to her bed. “ The guards wouldn’t keep me out, you know. […] I’m technically still sponsored even after . . . well. ”

Even after Cassandra’s death. Though he doesn’t necessarily view her as anything close to a motherly figure himself, he’ll always be debilitatingly grateful for her sponsorship. And for raising Caitlyn right. Cait will always be his little sister, no matter what, and it breaks his heart to see her hurting now.

And he has to be there for her. At least, he has to try. Pushing thoughts of Viktor half - heartedly from his mind ( they return almost instantly ), Jayce stoops slightly to her level, wishes he knew what to do with his face. It’s always difficult to be empathetic, to communicate that properly. No expression ever feels quite right when he has to think about it.

“ I should’ve come to see you sooner. ” He admits, soft and caring. “ I’m sorry. ” And then he asks, “ how are you holding up? ”

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#SEVERHERITAGE: an indie, lit, semi-selective roleplay blog for HELLY R. and HELENA EAGAN from the tv series SEVERANCE. data refined by mari, follows from multimuse / @sonnetheart

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this blog will contain spoilers for both seasons of severance, and will deal with canon compliant themes, issues, and triggers