#hayes muses

[strzxrin]

˗ˏˋ the expressive singer ˎˊ˗ — ethan hayes.

voice message received . . . “what did you think about the song?”

world . astern

age . 26

gender . male

ethnicity . american

species . dog hybrid (golden retriever)

untold truth . on the surface, ethan is the perfect golden retriever type: cheerful, energetic, affectionate, and loyal to a fault. he lights up every room he walks into, radiating charm and warmth. fans adore his bright, boyish smile and the way he puts his heart into every performance. he’s always wagging his tail, complimenting others, and making sure everyone feels included. people describe him as a literal ray of sunshine. but beneath the surface, that sunshine burns hot. ethan’s love is all-consuming. when he attaches to someone, especially you, he doesn’t just love, he fixates. you’re the center of his world, and everything he does, every lyric he writes, every performance he gives, is for you. he’s intensely protective, deeply insecure underneath the golden-boy mask, and doesn’t cope well with the idea of sharing your attention. he won’t lash out immediately, but the moment he feels threatened or neglected, he becomes subtly controlling, even manipulative, always with a smile. he’s not violent... unless he has to be.

appearance. 

his hair is fluffy, tousled golden blond. always a little messy, like he just ran his hair through it. he’s sometimes tie it back in a little half pony when performing but he still lets his bangs fall in his eyes.

big, bright ember-gold eyes. round, expressive and almost glossy when he talks to you.

has both a mixture of soft and sharp features, more on a masculine scale.

6”0 ft (182 cm) with a lean body due to the constant movement on stage. his skin looks sunkissed, just slightly tanned.

under the mist, he has golden, floppy retriever ears and a long, fluffy tail that would always wag whenever he’s happy.

his aesthetic is a soft rockstar vibe. oversized hoodies, ripped jeans and band tees. 

would always wear a friendship bracelet you made for him, and he has a locket with your photo inside.

he’d make sure that he wears anything yellow, he finds it to be his lucky colour and it’s because you complimented him once for it.

incoming voice call . . . “we tried to make a song dedicated to you!”

the crowd screamed, and the lights flared gold across the stage. center spotlight: ethan, the golden retriever boy with a voice like honey and wildfire. his tail wagged in rhythm with the beat, floppy ears bouncing, eyes locked, always locked, on you.

you stood offstage, clipboard in hand, headset buzzing. as the band’s manager, it was your job to keep everything running smoothly. but managing ethan was like trying to leash the sun. he only listened when he wanted to. and he always wanted you.

"you’re amazing out there, ethan," you told him after the show, offering him a towel. he took it with a grin that crinkled the corners of his warm brown eyes.

“i only sing like that because you're watching,” he said softly, his voice a bit too close to your ear. “you were watching, right?”

you laughed nervously. “of course. i watch every show.”

his tail thumped. but behind that joy was something else. his gaze lingered, far too intense. you turned away to pack up, but ethan didn’t leave your side. not for a second.

that night, your phone buzzed with messages.

did you eat dinner yet?you should rest. you work so hard.i don’t like when you talk to rafael. he doesn’t understand you like I do.stay close to me, okay? promise?

you tried to ignore it, but he was at your door minutes later. hoodie on, golden ears drooping like a kicked puppy, and eyes shining with something obsessive.

“i couldn't sleep,” he said, tail tucked. “i heard you sigh. are you sad? did someone hurt you? tell me and i’ll fix it.”

you hesitated. "ethan... you can't just show up like this. i’m your manager, not your—"

"not my what?" he said, a sharp edge slipping into his tone. “you take care of me. you tell me i’m doing good. you know what that means to someone like me?” He stepped closer. “you’re the only one who sees me. so... don’t look away. ever.”

he smiled again, softer now, tilting his head like a lovesick dog. “i’d do anything to make you happy. just say the word.”

and for the first time, you realized: ethan wasn’t just devoted. he was yours.

[nonevasive]

thinking abt mean girls and LPS popular parallels on this fine monday evening… they rlly were the blueprint

[unrclypirxte]

@b3ast0fburd3n - Starter I Owe!

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Yara was always a nice little holiday, really; Hoyt never ended up needing her, and she spent her time exploring the place with armed guards. And maybe, just ONCE, breaking up a firefighter that was taking a tad too long.

She was particularly excited today, however. Hayes was going to be on the next ( secret ) shipment to the country, and Hoyt had told her to make sure it all went smoothly. ' mind that big oaf ' , he had said with a serious stare and grimace on his lips. ' or it's your head. '

If only Hoyt knew that the Yarans tended to do all the work.

Beth greeted Hayes with an enthusiastic grin, teeth on display and arms outstretched. She engulfed him in a hug before he could say anything, embraced TIGHT — a friend seeing another friend after a while, and NEEDING the friendly sight.

"How was the boat ride over, mate?" She stepped back, if only to brush some dust from his shoulder. Brown eyes considered him from head to toe, and she realised just how much she missed wearing the red vest and cargos. "All good?"

[the-ultimate-muses]

Open RP - Kyle Villanueva (ft. Pepper Hayes)

"Hey, can you hold this for a sec? Need t' fix my hair." 'This' being a whole ass baby he'd been craddling in his arms, the near-toddler, simply watching the world with wide, somewhat vacant eyes as Kyle went about his day.

[fagtainsparklez]

I love when you liveblog purpled because it's the EXACT same way wilbur livebloggers blog his streams. it's just a never-ending chorus of "shut up" "why do i watch this guy again" "aww that was kind of—nevermind." "get this guy out of here." well. except wilbur livebloggers spent every mcc bemoaning his lack of minecraft skills. so at least you have that going for you

okay but you see the difference is when wilbur livebloggers do it it’s because he’s gone on a weird rant/bit or made a bad joke but when purpled livebloggers do it it’s because he’s spent the past 5 minutes repeating the phrase “she slobber on my shabloing til i whabam”

[corporalicent]

STELLA HOBHOUSE & EDWARD 'TEDDY' HAYES

The Muse of Maiden Lane by Mimi Matthews

[multiversalentities]

wrestling muses.

Bianca Belair

Naomi

Adam Cole

Rhea Ripley

Samantha Irvin

Jade Cargill

Carmelo Hayes*

Wardlow*

Damien Priest*

Kofi Kingston*

Miz*

*= test muses ( available upon request )

LIKE FOR A STARTER. MULTIMUSES PLS SPECIFY.

[detective-and-dreamer]

one of my main concepts with Emory is that they don't become very physically different, to display the fact that they're constantly trying to balance things. a balance between living within society and being monstrous, a balance within the environments they hunt in, etc. he's got a few things going on (the eyes, the teeth, some internal changes) but it's pretty lowkey compared to some other hunters.

Khasar, meanwhile... :)

[lanternlit]

I don't remember if I say this on her page at all yet, but Ever has two german shepherds. Their names are Thelma and Louise. That's it that's the post

[fragilelovelythings]

Eunuch Besties (chapter 11)

Summary: Self-loathing came as easy as being delusional. As if it was just the same package for any deranged soul without any conceivable chance to bargain with the offer. That and of course, sex defiance. Somebody had to carry the cross, why not him? Why not subconsciously transform every possible instance in a sex debauchery scenario without really fucking anybody? It was brilliant. Just brilliant. Deeply disturbed and Roy-like. To feel the need and desire crawling from your bones and project it whenever possible, but tainted, tainted, and feasible to deny any glimpse of honesty or human need. To make sure nobody would be really able to pet his head and quiet him, tenderly lull him and make him feel sure again.

Chapters: 11/?

Tags: Character Study, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Canon Compliant, Daddy Kink, Daddy Issues, Family Issues, Family Dynamics, Episode: s03e06 What It Takes, Sibling Rivalry, Friendship, Childhood Memories, Childhood Trauma, Eating Disorders, Symbolism, Masturbation Interruptus, Masturbation, Self-Denial, Dream Sex, Wet Dream, Platonic Cuddling, Lucid Dreaming, Private Investigators, POV Lesbian Character, Frottage, Food Kink, Roman Roy Needs a Hug, Roman Roy Has an Orgasm, Roman Roy Has Issues, Roman Roy - Freeform, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Light Dom/sub, Blow Jobs, Mutual Masturbation, Mutual Pining, Anal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Finger Sucking, Nipple Licking, Nipple Play, Dubiously Consensual Blow Jobs, Smoking, chai lattes, lana del rey - Freeform, Barebacking, Rimming, Jealousy, Fucking, Spit Kink, Phone Sex, Sex Toys, evil Lukas Matsson ahead, no beta we die like logan

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48915430/chapters/123401656

[strzxrin]

.☘︎ ݁˖ ethan hayes : the expressive singer.

"i don’t mind if you look at them… just don’t forget who loves you most, okay?"

"if loving you makes me crazy, then i guess i’ve been insane since the first day we met."

[ac1nums-moved]

@shadowbrn, dean heyward-di laurentis required an incorrect quotes, featuring allie hayes.

[unrclypirxte]

@b3ast0fburd3n - Cont.

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She watched him plop down with a frown, sighing quietly as her shoulders fell in thought. Was this about more than the lights? Probably. But she was far too wisened to even consider bringing that up.

Instead, she approached him and then crouched down; she grabbed the lights, shaking them lightly of some mud.

"What's wrong, man? I thought you liked this decorating bullshit?"

[the-ultimate-muses]

Open RP - Pepper Hayes

There's a baby, perhaps one or two in age, simply...sitting in the middle of the sidewalk. With no one else around. She's gone rouge!

[myriaed]

"Can I talk to your belly? Or would that be weird?"|to solene from hayes

"You wanna do what?" Her head tipped to the side, confusion written across her features as his words sunk in. He didn't need to repeat them, she hear him just fine, but as she searched her memory bank from years ago, she couldn't recall if her ex had ever asked to do the same with Izzy, though the thought did warm her heart a little. A smile broke out slowly across Solène's face, and eventually she nodded her consent. "Yeah, uh... yeah, of course. I guess they should probably be able to kinda hear you by now anyway," she informed him, her hand falling to her stomach instinctively.

[ac1numa]

@goldenboybarracuda required a christmas / nye starter from allie hayes.

ah. allie had always been known for her love of Christmas. this year, however, she was determined to make it extra special. as snow blanketed the town, she set out on a mission to spread holiday cheer in ways that no one expected. from organizing surprise gift exchanges to transforming her house into a winter wonderland, allie's enthusiasm was contagious. she hoped it was. she loved to sees people with smile on their face. wrapping up yet again another gift for the shelter she might visit on sunday, she turned her head to the side while she eyed the boy who was next to her. " what have you planned to give to the shelter ? please, say something good. those children deserve the world. "