#misunderstoodcreatures

[flawcdexistence]

closed for @misunderstoodcreatures​

A month ago, if someone would’ve told her she’d end up here, hand in hand with the handsome male who she’s spent said last month getting to know, Rosie might’ve laughed in their face. Walking down the length of La Push beach is nice, normal, even, and for someone who has spent more time running from her demons over embracing them? Rosie doesn’t believe she deserves any of this, but she’s grateful for the change of pace. Grateful for Jacob and how open and kind he’s been to her and while the tension between them is palpable, he hasn’t so much as made a move on her, yet. Rosie can feel it, though - she can feel the desire run rampant beneath her skin every time he’s near her, every time he encompasses her tiny hand with his own much larger one. Rosie wants him - she wants to know what the curve of his mouth feels like against her own, if he tastes as warm as she believes he does. She wants to feel his strong arms wrapped around her tiny frame, wants to feel him inside of her. 

But she’s put all of that aside in favor of getting to know him, of building this friendship they’ve built and finding a trust she’s never felt with another person before. “Your home is beautiful, Jacob,” Rosie compliments, swinging their clasped hands between them. He’s taken the lead ever since they stepped foot in Forks, Washington and Rosie is inclined to continue to let him call the shots for as long as he wants to. “Thank you for bringing me here and sharing it with me.” There’s a calmness to the reservation Rosie hadn’t expected and it’d been so strange, listening to people speak kindly to her, asking about her, rather than demanding something physical from her. Is this how normal, undamaged people lived their lives? 

Rosie almost feels like a fraud - meeting Jacob’s family, smiling in their faces and pretending to be this sweet, wholesome girl that she most surely isn’t. They don’t know that, though, and for once in her life, Rosie doesn’t want to be seen as the girl willing to take her clothes off for whoever desires to see her naked. She likes being Rosie, Jacob’s friend - a girl who just needed a little time away from the city and what better place than a kind reservation in the middle of Washington state? 

[troublesomemix]

Name a song for each letter of your username:  

T - This Woman’s Work by Kate Bush

R - Return of the Mack by Mark Morrison  ( and Rumors by Lizzo + Cardi B )

O - Over It by Arrows in Action

U - Underdog by Alicia Keys ( aaand Ugly Heart by G.R.L. )

B - Bella Belle by The Electric Swing Circus ( also Blue by Marina and the Diamonds )

L - Let It Go by Chandler Leighton ft. Lo Spirit ( + Let There Be Light by Akihito Okano )

E - Eastside by Benny Blanco, Halsey and Khalid

S - Somebody Else by The 1975 ( also Speechless by Lady Gaga )

O - Our House Below by Cecile Corbel

M - Made of Stone by Michael Arden

E - Ex’s Side - Maddie Zahm

M - Moonlake by Pogo ( ooh and Memories by Thutmose )

I -  I Wanna Know by NOTD ft Bea Miller 

X - XO by Beyonce

when i tell you the level of difficulty this challenge possessed... it was real y’all. but we made it. ready to share it with other lovely people. always always down for a music challenge.

Tagged by: @divinexxchaos​

Tagging: @kiissme @songeurame @edgecfeden @rennisaturate @misunderstoodcreatures @filthysins @kizhavvorsa @hcllriot @writermuses

[amomentxofhappiness]

Hello and welcome! I’m Fibi, 35+ and EST+1. i have a 2nd rp sideblog @molinxsdeviento where you'll find more muses. @misunderstoodcreatures has been archived & the active muses have (mostly) moved here.

some groundrules taken with permission from a friend’s blog: semi-selective, slow activity, multi-muse rper. I tend to reply on the weekends with scatters of responses throughout the week depending on my muse and how busy my work week was. Usually always around lurking so please never feel afraid to send me a message! I will not rp the following topics: inc*st, noncon/dubcon, gore, zombies, r*pe, and while I will write smut please note that this is not a smut-centric blog. I will also only rp with those who are 21+ and with muses that are also 25+ 

ps. my non-oc muses are ALWAYS canon divergent.

muses (google doc) || full rules & banned fc (links to main blog pages)

[molinxsdeviento]

Hello and welcome! I'm Fibi, 35+ and EST+1. This is a new sideblog, and you can find my writing in @amomentxofhappiness (active) & @misunderstoodcreatures.(now archived) after a year and some i needed a change & decided to open this sideblog. for the time being there's only 5 muses that you can find in this link.

some groundrules taken with permission from a friend's blog: semi-selective, slow activity, multi-muse rper. I tend to reply on the weekends with scatters of responses throughout the week depending on my muse and how busy my work week was. Usually always around lurking so please never feel afraid to send me a message! I will not rp the following topics: inc*st, noncon/dubcon, gore, zombies, r*pe, and while I will write smut please note that this is not a smut-centric blog. I will also only rp with those who are 21+ and with muses that are also 25+ and use beta (if i can get xkit to work).

muses || wishlist || banned fc

[haus-of-muses]

PSA

hello hello! I have returned! So let me give ya brief catch up -- I officially graduated college! Woot! So I’ve been pretty swamped with working, in talks of accepting a full time position. I got accepted to my first choice university so I won’t start my BA program until this upcoming Fall semester. Anywho, I miss each and everyone of you, and I hope y’all want to continue our threads on here.

Also, feel free to message to plot or start new threads I am so down! Also, I got new muse coming up soon sooo stay tuned :D

@misunderstoodcreatures @man-of-infinite-muses @thosemalemuses @amomentxofhappiness

[civitatum-corda]

closed starter for @misunderstoodcreatures​ because YOU ASKED FOR ANGST AND I’M DELIVERING:

“Bree?” Pancho called as he stepped into their shared apartment, remembering only at the last second to nudge his shoes off to the side of the welcome mat so as to not lay a trip hazard for Bree for the umpteenth time. “Did you steal my hoodie again? The blue one. I couldn’t find it this morning and---” He noted the both the silence of the apartment around him and the lack of Bree’s coat in its customary place. “. . . And you’re not here, so I’m talking to myself.” Deciding to take initiative and look for it himself, figuring it has probably made its way to her side of the wardrobe from his, he made his way back to the bedroom.

Making a mental note to clean up his side of the wardrobe a little once he’d found his hoodie, he stepped further into the wardrobe to look, pausing when his foot bumped something on the floor. Pancho bent down to look, realizing it was Bree’s memory box. He hadn’t realized she’d still kept one; somehow, he’d missed it when he’d moved things into the wardrobe when he’d first moved in with her. The force of his foot colliding with the box had caused the lid to pop off. A few things appeared to have also been knocked askew in the box. Not enough to have caused them to fall out, but they were poking up above the top of the box. He cringed as he bent down, hoping he hadn’t ruined anything of hers that held sentimental value.

The first thing he saw was a selfie they’d taken on a digital camera, going by his hair and their combined fashion sense, in their early teenage years. A little smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Pancho didn’t want to go snooping in Bree’s things, though, so he moved to tuck everything back into the box so the lid would fit. But something else caught his attention.

A piece of paper, folded and lightly yellowed with age, bearing his name in Bree’s handwriting. A letter of some kind?

Against his better judgment, he reached for the letter and unfolded it. The date was the first thing that grabbed his gaze. Bree had been in Honduras then. She’d written him a number of times during that time; what had made her not send this particular letter?

The answer to that particular question found him quickly, slamming into him so hard that he toppled back into an ungainly seated sprawl on the ground with a sharp exhale, back hitting the side of a nightstand beside the bed. Pancho had gone to visit her with the rest of the Ken.obis in Honduras. That was the first time they’d made the attempt to get past being friends who occasionally had sex. And they’d been very successful. Until Pancho had gotten back to the States and Bree went almost entirely silent a few months later.

She’d been pregnant. But considering there had been no baby, she’d never said a word about pregnancy, and that one video chat they’d had where she’d looked so sad. . . His stomach clenched, tears stinging his eyes as he took in a shuddering breath. She’d lost the baby.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that it took Bree’s voice coming from the doorway of the bedroom for him to realize she was there at all. He looked up at her with eyes swimming with tears. “. . . Were you ever going to tell me?” he asked, not trusting the stability of his voice at anything louder than a whisper.

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for misunderstoodcreatures : @misunderstoodcreatures / @amomentxofhappiness - Fibi is just the sweetest thing! She cares deeply for her muses, and puts her heart and soul into them. Every ship feels in depth and real!

[greentippedarrow]

@misunderstoodcreatures​

“What are you talking about? It was perfectly fine.“

[morexfuntomiss]

@misunderstoodcreatures

Mal was nervous but glad she didn’t want him to go away just yet, it gave him hope that he could still be part of her life and her baby’s even if her brother wouldn’t be–and she had been a good friend of sorts. That was what he was going for anyway.

“Really? I thought you’d be resting already with the date so close now,” Mal frowned a bit as he escorted her back to his truck and held the door opened for her. “I’d like that,” he added with a small smile. “Actualy, I know this bakery that has great desserts and stuff if you want something like that. Oh, and their strudel is just amazing.”

Cassandra smiled but shrugged at him. “The last time I was. But this time, I’ve been feeling a little more restless. I like staying busy.” She admits. It helped for her to have something to keep her distracted from her anxieties.

The blonde thanking him quietly as she got into the car, rolling her eyes at herself over how much effort it now took for her to complete such a simple task, she was looking forward to being able to do things again once she gave birth. “That actually sounds like a wonderful idea.”

[ofmusingsxandmayhem-a]

Closed starter for @misunderstoodcreatures || Thor

“Why does this feel like it’s taking forever?” Kara asked, glancing over to Thor before back to the small item in her hand. She had never been good at waiting for things, especially not when she was on edge and excited about the potential outcome. But she also knew that getting fidgety over this would not speed it up anymore. 

The sickness had been a rather odd moment, but nothing overly noticeable. It was only when she missed her period that she began to wonder. She really didn’t want to get her hopes up, but the idea of starting a family with Thor was overwhelmingly amazing. He was kind hearted, sweet, loving, funny.... Every positive attribute she could think of could be used to describe him. He would make a wonderful father, but she had to cut herself off before she became too attached to the idea. 

“How much longer?” 

[troublesomemix]

| | CLOSED starter for @misunderstoodcreatures​ || laila x ben | |

As with most new cliental meetings, the client was a mystery. The company knew, and the booker knew. But Laila was stuck with preparing herself and getting ready for a new stranger. She didn’t disappoint;; a pretty dress and an updo with a hair pin to match her lipstick. Taking pride in her appearance was very important for keeping her reputation, no matter the client. But now, sitting in his space she was wondering if she should have given less effort. It didn’t really seem to phase him either way. No matter WHO this person was, or how high up in position they may be, the girl was expecting at least some sort of reciprocation. But from her point of view, it was like he was scared he’d break her if he touched her too hard. She was trying but he didn’t seem to enjoy any of her current touches. And if she didn’t fulfil her end, then she didn’t get paid. laila rolled her eyes. If this Ben wasn’t going to put on his big boy pants, then she’d have to do it for him. “ Strange. I would have thought that you would have been more intimidating. You’re coming across as exactly the opposite, Sir. ”

[sistersoftheforce]

“So who gets us for the holidays this year...?”

[ordertothegalaxy]

starter for @misunderstoodcreatures //

Kylo Ren sat with his legs crossed, breathing steady and even. He had been feeling a disconnect in the Force, and he was doing his best to find his way back. After what felt like eternity of silence, he huffed in defeat.

His veins began to run hot, and it took everything in him not to let it out on the nearest thing he saw. Stopping himself, he took in a slow, deep breath.

‘Not now,’ he thought. Instead, he decided to pay his grandmother a visit. Her energy always helped clear his mind.

Ren had frequented her chambers enough that the walk there was thoughtless. Before he really gained aware of his surroundings, he was knocking on her door. 

[the-scavengergirl]

Way out There://Closed to Misunderstoodcreatures/ Ben Solo /Rey 

  One thing Rey had discovered in her time since leave Jakku was the Force was a curious thing. A thousand years worth of Sacred Jedi Text sat in her lap, and yet none of what she’d experienced since leaving Exogol could be found. He was gone, she’d seen him disappear. And yet, she could feel him. And not in the you’ll always carry him in your heart sort of way she’d been greeted with from person after person after returning to the Resistance Camp. Of course they’d been speaking to her Of Leia, but the same principles applied so she gathered .

The days seemed to run together with no real beginning and no real end, no purpose, simply being. She’d slept more than she’d anticipated at first. Her friends writing off as exhaustion due to what had taken place. It was Chewie who’d sought her out first. He understood best. “ He’s gone Chewie.” She’d told the Wookie one particularly hard night when she’d sworn she could hear him call her from a dream only to find herself alone. “ I know he’s gone, but I still feel him—and not just here.” her hand falling against her heart as if it would draw him into the room at any moment.

It took more lonely nights before Rey decided she needed space, the happy faces and endless celebratory parties were doing nothing to lift her spirits. The opposite actually .She’d never felt so alone, and she needed off the camp before she did something stupid. She spoke to Poe first. Notorious Flyboy, she knew his impulses would make him the logical one in the situation, stating after being on the run and surrounded by other now for so long, she was burnt out. Needing solitude, and time with the texts, that she was going to finish what Luke had started, and it was partially the truth. But the bigger truth was, she needed answers for her uneasiness. Why she could still feel Ben Solo, she’d watched him disappear, after he’d given his life for her.

[rxckthatbxdy]

♔ * ･ ｡ closed starter for @misunderstoodcreatures​

It felt so good to finally be free. She should have done it much sooner! She was still a bit scared something might go haywire in his head and he could decide to hurt her as a revenge, but it was a very slight chance. Her guy friends, who she had asked to come along, scared him pretty good, so she was sure she wouldn’t hear a word from him.

It was still her day off and it was just a little bit past noon, Olivia decided this should be celebrated. She walked into the grocery store to pick up a couple of flavors of  Ben & Jerry’s ice cream and every flavor of CocaCola in a can she could find.

[haus-of-muses]

Starter for misunderstoodcreatures 

“What do ya mean we have anotha sister!?” Ethan yelled at the family attorney, clearly distraught about the hidden truth. Eliza shook her head while resting her hand on her twin’s arm to calm him down, her perfect lips in a permanent frown. “Who is she, Jebediah?” She asked the older man, a friend of her father’s. “Now, why do ya ask her ya self? ‘Member, ya two, she is as confused as you both. An’ boy, ya bettah bite that tongue of yours an’ treat the young Miss with utmost respect like ya momma taught ya. I’ll go get her now...”

The twins silently exchanged looks when the family attorney exited the room, leaving the two in their thoughts and silently voicing their concerns and trying to sum up any kid of answers. “Papa would never be unfaithful to Mama...” Eliza whispered her reassurance to Ethan.