#SEE THE DEVIL IN I「musings」

[mythuzalasheir3]

Did someone say IWTV Mamma Mia AU?

No? Ok.

THIS IS COMPLETELY CRACK AND CHAOS AND VIBES

Ok so cast:

Sophie: Claudia

Sky: Madeleine

Donna: Louis

Sam: Lestat

Bill: Daniel

Harry: Armand

Rosie and Tanya: Grace and Paul.

Basically, Claudia has always felt like a second, and sometimes third choice for Louis, even though they both love each other dearly, as Louis is Vampire Pining™️ over his maker and ex, Lestat.

As Claudia prepares for her upcoming wedding to Madeleine, she decides she wants her other parent there, as maybe they’ll actually choose her first, rather than stormy whirlwind romances.

Unfortunately for her, she’s out of luck, as she finds not one, but three, possible other fathers. Lestat, Armand, and the reporter Daniel Molloy. She invites them all, and they all like her but also they’re involved with their own bs. Daniel and Armand are having a thing and Lestat is pining after Louis, who doesn’t want any of his maker’s bullshit anymore (he’s not over lestat. at all).

Featuring songs such as:

CLAUDIA HONEY HONEY

LOUIS MONEY MONEY MONEY

LOUIS MAMMA MIA

DU LAC SIBLINGS CHIQUITITA AND DANCING QUEEN

DANLESMANS OUR LAST SUMMER FT CLAUDIA

CLAUDELEINE LAY ALL YOUR LOVE ON ME

LOUSTAT SOS

DEVILS MINION DOES YOUR MOTHER KNOW

LOUIS SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS AND WINNER TAKES IT ALL

LOUSTAT I DO I DO I DO I DO I DO

DEVILS MINION TAKE A CHANCE ON ME

[alsunday]

which private expression of love do you most represent?

iselda + shoko ... silence and static over the phone: both of your eyes are closed. you both want to say it but neither of you are speaking. if you listen closely, and focus on their breathing, it’s almost like they’re there with you. when one of you finally breaks the silence with a whisper, they sound so close that your stomach aches.

sanji ... watching somebody brush their teeth: it’s intimacy in unusual places. seeing their bare shoulder as they step out of the shower and ask you to pass them a towel. kissing with morning breath. they see you when you ugly cry, and get cut off in traffic, and take out your anger on a text book. you see them with the flu, talking in their sleep, exhausted from a day of work. you go to buy the groceries together: orange juice, eggs, a loaf of bread. none of it is mundane, not when you’re with them. you buy toothbrushes together in complementary colours and they sit together in your bathroom, perfect beside each other. you catch their eye in the mirror and for the first time, everything feels alright.

viola ... a deep conversation in an unusual place: an amusement park ride. in the ocean. the roof of your apartment building. the cereal aisle. you’re telling them something you’ve never told anybody before. you don’t expect them to get it but they do. you’ve never felt so known. you’ve never felt so seen. the words you’re saying feel too big to say at the grocery store, on the rollercoaster, anywhere. but they listen and the understand and they love you more now than they ever did before.

[thcrealheroes]

God, the need to make some vampire & werewolves & demons edits for some of the muses. Also gotta write up the verses ; - Homelander definitely is vampire all the way - definitely underworld type deal - because of the war with werewolves since vampires wanted to be above werewolves, and also exterminate them. which sounds like such a homelander thing to wanting vampires to be the only species. so it's like underworld + daybreaker <- which is a movie where vampires rule earth and such. which I can see homelander wanting that- to have humans as their pets- take down any other species that dare try to rise above them. also against the idea of vampire x werewolves. it's sinful- also threatening.

Butcher + The Boys would be hunters. ( unless also I make Butcher a werewolf, but living among humans ) would have been because of becca. falling in love with a human, left to live a normal life with her, but her being killed by homelander, which would explain his need for revenge against vampires. ( don't know if I want it to be hidden as a secret he's a werewolf to the boys, or they know. but he would loathe vampires, hate them all. the same as he feels about supes in the main verses. is a known skilled hunter who is damn good at what he does. ( even though I imagine many were forced to become a monster because homelander would have turned them. ) Annie would have been human- who was forced / turned into a vampire by homelander. - which I sob about for her being kidnapped and turned, being a victim who was either was just going on a blind date, or offered to help and being taken and forced into becoming a monster. she doesn't like drinking blood, refused for a long time before becoming really weak and homelander would have made her drink blood from a human- he would get off at controlling his fellow vampires, amused- at just how much control he can have over them. put fear into them, cage them away like animals until they give in. is what he would be like- her humanity taken away, her life being stolen! no longer able to see any of her loved ones.

[olligane]

haha i haven't used this account in so long. doodle dump time. mostly Dante Devilmaycry cause he's been on my mind. hugs and kisses.

[monbellemonstre]

(@strxgxi from here)

There is silence from Armand as his fledgling's emotions overwhelm, overstimulate. Regret pierces through to the heart of him and bleeds, viscous and bitter, into his veins. He does not require delving within his fledgling's thoughts in order to be able to read them, as they are quite plainly written in the man's behaviors. Armand almost recoils from the onslaught of questions as he realizes that no answer he can give Daniel will satisfy. Nothing he says, no explanation or story or apology will erase or remove what he had done, even if what he says is the truth. It may assuage temporarily, but the seed of resentment had been sewn by Armand's own hands. When Daniel hastens toward him he nearly winces, though not from the assumption that his fledgling will do him harm. It is from the agony that sinks into him, dissolving beneath the flesh and muscle and sinew, making his slender fingers twitch at his sides where they rest. Those fingertips long to capture Daniel's face betwixt his soft palms, to mutter reassurances, to... But as a coward would he stands as still as the trembling within himself will allow. The only animation is his expression which is slowly sinking, creasing, pinching as crimson builds along his own waterlines, quivering and threatening to slip down his cherubesque cheeks. He allows the crimson tears to escape with a singular blink as Daniel's head hangs, feeling them trail thickly down his features to drip from his chin to stain his shirtcloth. He feels as if he could vomit, though there is nothing within him to expel. "There is no disgust. There is no aversion. Daniel, I... Tu hantes mon cœur et mon esprit depuis des décennies." Oh. As it turns out, parlance can come out much like vomit would, and he finds he cannot prevent the words from spilling betwixt them. "I was taught that every fledgling grows to resent and despise their Maker, and upon sharing the Gift with you in Dubai I came to the realization that I would not survive it should you grow to resent and despise me. Not unless I was the one to dictate when..." He trails off, the words said in a trembling voice as crimson begins to build rapidly at his waterlines once more. "I should not have abandoned you, Daniel. There is no excuse, and I will carry that regret with me always."

[spookypartycrit]

Oh baby, baby I like that

It sends the shivers down my back

Think I’ll come and dance with you

Get up behind the dj booth

No way bitch, no room for you

You’ll only interupt my groove

Think I know what would be best

Just get on down under the desk

/lyrics

[dcggersedge]

🍪

Alear would have picked up a box of the biscuit sticks even if an overzealous classmate hadn’t all but pushed one into his hands first, though less for the game everyone else seemed to be playing with them today—was it some kind of yearly tradition? It had been a thing last year too—and more for just the treat itself despite having gone candy gathering mere weeks ago. That it’s already been that long is a good enough reason to indulge again...probably. Particularly when it’s not just for himself, the Divine Dragon beaming knowing full well she can see him coming from a mile away.

“There you are, Yunaka!” He’s already pried the box open and is holding it out for her to help herself when he gets close enough. “Here, since you gave me all your candy after the game Rafal and Poe hosted a while back. You can have as much as you like.”

One can easily picture his nonexistent tail wagging like a dog’s here, reminiscent of the monastery strays or the Elyosian breeds brought to the Somniel. He hasn’t said anything about the Pocky Game (yet), but nothing’s stopping that from changing...unless?

pocky day | accepting

It's hard not to see bright blue and red coming, especially when she's gotten back in the habit of always checking to see if he's around. She still waits and gives him the chance to speak first before she turns to him, smiling.

"Hi, Alear! Whatcha got?" Even after asking, it takes her only a second to recognize the little boxes of cookies that everyone seems to be going wild over. She has her own that she'd picked up as well, though hers is a lot less full than the fresh one Alear breaks open and offers to her.

She blinks in surprise at the offer before her eyes drift up to his face. Her smile softens. "Aw, you're sweet! You don't have to, you know? I told you from the get-go that I was going to try and snag you some extra candy." Rafal hardly needed that much help getting candy anyway, when he had his whole team and his hound cheating for him.

Still, she knows he'll insist. She reaches into the box and pulls out two of the cookies. One for herself, and the other she holds out to his mouth for him to take. "I don't have that much of a sweet tooth anyway." She's not sure if Alear does either, but with how much she's seen him eat in a single sitting, she's not sure if it matters.

She munches quietly on her own cookie. So. There's the obvious wyvern in the room. Except she's not sure if it's actually obvious or if he doesn't know because she hadn't known until Poe and Goldmary explained it to her but. Her face is already turning red.

"So, um." No, no no no, she's a better actress than to lose control of her voice so quickly like that. Reel it in. "There's a game. With the cookies." The cookies which are much easier to look at than him right now. She takes a larger bite out of the one she's almost finished. "Did. You. Hmm?" Divine help her, she sounds like a tea kettle.

[themosthatedbeingg]

//— Cackling at the idea of Lucifer having a universal remote and uses it to Mute Vox/ Turn him off.

[sexellency]

"You have a therapist??"

[fallenusurper]

[superintcndent]

❝ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ, I have wounds ℴ𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓎ℴ𝓊 can mend, I guess that's love I can't pretend, I can't pretend. ❞ - x

[kxllerblond]

GOD i know i ramble about clark being the background character or reoccurring guest character for most muses he encounters and i love that but also oh my god can we talk about how he's a tool character too? and how sexy of a plot accessory he can be?

he's the rich and powerful contact you stumble upon. who takes interest in you for one reason or another, to your fortune or misfortune. he won't solve all your problems even though he could and that is infuriating but he does all these 'small' things you ask and sometimes free of charge. he gets you intel, he gives you funds, gets you weapons, gets you In's you would have never hoped to get otherwise. he gets to be your key for your locked doors or your weapon to bludgeon your enemies except he can look at you afterward when the dust settles and ask if it was all worth it or if you're happy now and that's such a demon thing to do tbh

[monbellemonstre]

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"Are you purposefully attempting to distract me or is it simply a talent that you possess naturally?" The words are spoken without malice, though in fairness they are spoken without much intonation whatsoever. Amber-brown eyes are fixated on Daniel though the presence within them in the moment is questionable, giving the impression that he is using the other man as a canvas for his mental masterpieces. Thoughts linger, and he indeed is very much so distracted, though his patience and calm remains. On the exterior. Internally his thoughts are a maelstrom of depravity that borders on blasphemy. The line, he finds, is teetered quite often when Daniel is seeking attention in one of the various preferred forms, but never fully stepped over. In this instance the attention is in the form of starting a conversation while Armand is leant over a large book of sketching paper with a sharpened charcoal betwixt two fingers, the detailed image of the man in question having begun to form before he had been interrupted.

[dragonofthestone]

How do others see you?

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Tagging: @flameleads @shiroi---kumo @kazeofthemagun @forgotten-teammates (And Sielu blog too) @bidotheuncanny @lunaferrous and anyone else who wants to do it.

The Loyal Friend

Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful & practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expects the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over if that trust is ever broken.

[ouroborius]

"Next time I see Nico, i'm putting a dent in that rust bucket of hers!" He's fuming but also, for a split second, his face turned the BRIGHTEST of reds.

[darksonofsparda]

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting

@infinitexmuses inquired:

There is a small, pink puffball suddenly in front of the stoic man. Big eyes staring at the other, as if silently questioning him, before letting out a cheerful "POYO!", little nubs raising up into the air.

But why is their mouth opening?

INNNNNNHHHHHHAAAAAALLLLLLEEEEEEEE!

Kirby must find out what skill he would get via inhaling-

It's a quiet evening like any other. Vergil had a bit of a long day today, so after a busy twenty-four hours of demon hunting, he wanted to unwind with a book. To Vergil, there was no better way to relax than sitting outside on the porch or inside by the fireplace, and a cup of warm tea usually added to the comfort, just like it did tonight, or any night.

Unfortunately for Vergil, after about an hour into the book, he would find his peace abruptly interrupted by a suspiciously innocent-looking pink, round puffball. It jumps down in front of him, and their eyes lock for a second--the half-devil in question very confused about what this was. It wasn't a demon; he would have been able to tell, and even if it had been, this round creature wouldn't be much of a threat. When it spoke, it only led to more confusion.

[{ 🗡️ }] - ".....What exactly are you?"

Instead of an answer, it doesn't talk, raising its small... fingerless hands? Or whatever it is they were. Choosing to ignore this bizarre walking circle of a being, he turns back to his book, he can't even read the first word on the next page because the silence is interrupted by a strange whirring sound? He couldn't really describe it any other way. Vergil isn't even given time to react, one second that noise, a few more seconds later, utter darkness, but only for a moment. Without explanation, he found himself standing up outside his home again.

Glancing down, he was met with an even stranger sight. That same pink round circle with shoes now had a hairstyle exactly like Vergil's, even a small jacket mimicking his own. In its weird grasp, it was holding a replica Yamato and a sheath. The pink thing, who now oddly looked like him, began making judgment cuts all around him. At this point, it became pretty clear what had just happened. Words failed to describe exactly what had happened.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "....It copies the powers of others..."

It was clear to him that this creature was from somewhere else, either another planet or dimension, he couldn't really tell--this was a pink puffball, so absolutely none of this made sense, but he wasn't too happy that this thing, now had his judgment cut, no one should be able to copy such an ability, he wasn't going to let this slide. Slowly rising up to his feet, he calmly set the book down, and in a split second, he's chasing after this creature, and it's running away, no being should be able to replicate his power, even a snippet of it was unacceptable.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Get back here, you pink basketball-shaped thief! I merely wish to aggressively speak with you..."