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[asterigos]

MUSECARAVAN || MARCELLA / FINN

@musecaravan

Marcella was good at one thing and one thing only, and this was not it. It had been a very long time since she’d had to dig up clothing that fell outside of the category of nondescript casual. Still, her hand had instinctively reached for the worn jacket that had some fraying at the hem only to have to remind herself this was not the occasion for that. Business casual was what this position called for. She fidgeted in front of her mirror flatting out invisible wrinkles in clothing she was unaccustomed to wearing. The smooth fabric of the slacks felt slick and roomy to her legs that were used to the confines of jeans, and her torso felt much the same way in an ironed blouse and blazer.

At least she drank blood beforehand. She’d had to force herself to because her twisting stomach was not in the mood, but Marcella knew she’d feel the pangs of hunger later if she didn’t and she wasn’t sure when her next opportunity would be if Finn accepted her application.

Her reflection was that of a stranger. Marcella rolled her eyes. Remember the reward, she reminded herself. Hera had better make good on her word or even her divinity wouldn’t save her from Marcella’s wrath of which she had a boundless amount.

She arrived to see Finn a little early and took the few minutes to force her body to relax as much as she could. There was still a tautness she couldn’t completely rid herself of, but this would have to do. Her mouth curved into a polite, amicable smile, but void of warmth. She did her best to mimic it nonetheless.

“Ms. Ilios, pleasure to meet you,” Her words felt as stiff as she felt, but she attempted to hide this behind a pleasant demeanor. Marcella held out a hand as seemed to still be customary. Some things never changed.

This all felt… Wrong. Never had Marcella felt more foreign in her own skin as she did now. It felt like many lifetimes ago that she was a lawyer introducing herself to coworkers, prospective clients, and people of interest to the cases she took on. But that was the persona she had to adopt now because her usual self wouldn’t cut it at all, and she admittedly was mildly intrigued to see what Finn would be like. It seemed permissible to allow herself this curiosity when the two of them would have to spend a great deal of time together.

“How are you? Thank you for taking the time to talk. I’m eager to discuss the position of your assistant.”

What a fall from grace. She used to be the one vetting chosen candidates to be her own assistant and now she was the one of the hopeful applicants. It was almost shameful – almost. She didn’t have enough pride left in her to feel too embarrassed over the current situation, but rather over how rusty she felt at navigating it.

Marcella saw no reason not to dive in. That and she didn’t know what to say for small talk other than to talk about the weather or some other equally dull topic.

“I do have a question about the live-in aspect of the job.” She forced herself not to react to the thought of it. Time to say farewell to her privacy if she was successful here today.

“What would the living situation be like exactly? Would you be offended if, in the event I were chosen for the position, I were to keep my place anyway?”

She was not about to keep firearms and all other equipment relevant to her true profession where Finn would easily find it.

[leatherandsoil]

Winter Wonderland-Paul and Gelert

"This one's going to be a big one." Paul muttered to himself.  The incoming storm had all the makings of a Great Lakes gale.  The wind was all ready howling and a cold rain was pelting the large windows he was currently staring through.  Lake Michigan had been lashed into a mess of frothing waves.  Soon enough, the temperature would drop further and the rain would turn to ice and finally snow.  It was too early in the year for a *real* blizzard, but an ice storm with a dumping of snow behind it was nearly as bad.  

  Paul had gotten his supplies in early.  Plenty of firewood and bottled water in case the power went out.  Canned food and wood stove useable stuff were also on hand.  Also on had was a bottle of good Scotch, mostly for aesthetic.  Paul intended to wait for the snow to start swirling, then he would pour himself a glass and stare broodily at the lake.  That was what mysterious, sexy rich men did during storms, right?  And while he didn't feel that he was either mysterious or sexy, he could count himself wealthy.  He owned a few vacation cottages that he rented out during the warmer months, and they made him a pretty tidy sum.  And even if not, he was still quite well off.  Enough that he only had to leave his cabin when he wanted to.  Or when he needed to.

  Such was the case now.  He'd gotten a call from one of his "neighbors"-Miss Betty Jenkins.  She was a nice enough old lady, but definitely a busybody.  So when she'd seen someone walking around his cottages as she was driving home from getting her hair done, she'd called him right away and (rather breathlessly) informed him that someone was trying to break in.  Paul had reassured her it was probably just a beachcomber taking a shortcut or a nosy tourist, but he would check things out.  Probably an all right idea before a storm anyway.  Casting one last look at the Scotch, he pulled on his coat, picked up his hat and gloves and went out to the garage.  Climbing into his Land Rover, he turned on the radio station.  Christmas music.  Well, maybe that would turn the rain to snow faster.  

    He found himself singing along as he drove up the road.  It was dark save for the occasional yard light at the end of a lane.  If he didn't know the drive by heart it would be an easy thing to miss the gravel track that was the lane of his properties.  But he would know those shaggy pines anywhere, not to mention the cheery sign that read "Lakeside Cottages".

   He pulled in and parked, wondering which one it might be.  He'd had the power and water turned off for the season a long while ago, so a light would be any indication.  And it was too dark and windy to see any smoke from a chimney.  So he would have to get out and check each one individually.  

    Pulling on his hat and gloves, he got out and walked around back.  The porches were back here, facing the lake, so guests could sit and take in the view.  And...huh.  Well.   The screen door on the farthest cottage was flattened against the side by the wind.  That would be the occupied one then.  As he walked over, he caught a whiff of smoke on the wind.  Yep.  Definitely someone in there.  At this point, he had a couple of options.  Call the police and make a big production of this.  In a rain-soon-to-be-ice-and-snow storm.  Or he could rely on his affable personality (and judo training) to keep the situation in check.  

   He allowed himself a cheeky grin as he walked across the beach and into the porch.  Clearing his throat, he rapped loudly on the interior storm door.  "Housekeeping!" he called.  

[inechoingsilence]

Not as it Appears

At first, it has been a sort of humming that had reminded the witch of hives of the fat, lazy bees she’d see in the summer. Full with pollen from the wild roses and other flowers that grew in Provence, it was a sound from her girlhood, more than a century ago. Perhaps she was reliving childhood memories? No, because the sound went from occasional to constant. 

Except Sophia very quickly realized that the sound wasn’t stopping, and there was a feeling that she had to go -where, she wasn’t entirely sure. The sound was even the soundtrack to her dreams, where she dreamed in a language she never heard in her life, of a voice telling her that she was needed to protect. What she was to protect wasn’t immediately clear, but she knew she needed to leave France. 

She packed what she needed, what she could carry, and she set off on foot, following the sound as it grew louder. The humming soon clarified into a more specific sound, similar to the cries and purrs of newborn kittens. When she reached the coast, she cast a spell to see if the sound continued over the water. When she realized it did, she took a boat from Calais to Dover. 

Until now, the sound had seemed to her as if it had been one entity trying to reach out to her. As she traveled through the English countryside, the sound began to split. At first, there was one, more dominant than the rest. By the time she reached the border between England and Wales, she could tell there was a half dozen separate beings trying to communicate with her. 

As she crossed into Wales, she was able to make out individual words, except they made no sense. 

Dewch o hyd i ni. Dewch atom ni, rydyn ni eich angen chi. Mae angen i chi ein helpu ni ...

Find us. Come to us, we need you. He needs you to help us...

And when she was so tired she slept because her body forced her to, she dreamed of dragons. Unhatched, but not for much longer. And one egg held two tiny dragons. Five eggs, six dragons. And each time she dreamed of dragons, she promised them she was on her way. 

It was exactly six weeks to the day since she had started traveling that she arrived in front of a store, and the voices stopped pleading and began to greet her. Stepping inside, it looked like a sort of an apothecary or store for herbs. Since she didn’t see the proprietor, she began to walk around and examine the various items available for sale, trying to get a fix on where these eggs were. They were here, she knew that, but where exactly she had yet to determine. 

@musecaravan

[beyondedenton]

Character: Ariel Cassidy

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.  

Name:  Ariel Cassidy aka DJ Cass

Eye color: Hazel

Hair style / color: Toffee-auburn. Usually short.

Height:  6'2"

Clothing style: Athleisure

Best physical feature: Most people that have seen him shirtless say his shoulders/chest. The rest say his smile.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.  

Your fears: “Being a vampire."

Your guilty pleasure: “Oral.” 

Your ambitions for the future: “Tomorrowland.” 

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺.  

Your first thoughts waking up: “Do I have food in the fridge.” 

What you think about most: “My music.” 

What you think about before bed: “What I gotta do tomorrow.” 

What you think your best quality is: “My energy.” 

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹?  

Single or group dates: “Depends on the person, don't it?” 

To be loved or respected: “If my lover don't respect me, what's the point?”

Beauty or brains: “Beauty hooks but it don't keep.” 

Dogs or cats: “Both? But I don't want any.” 

𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼…  

Lie: “Who doesn't?” 

Believe in yourself: “Try to.” 

Believe in love: “Most of the time I just see lust.” 

Want someone: “Yeah. Definitely.” 

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵…  

Been on stage: “All the time!” 

Done drugs: “Yeahhhh.” 

Changed who you were to fit in: "Not really. I don't think so."

𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺.  

Favorite color: “Purple.”

Favorite animal: “Uh... I don't think I got one.” 

Favorite movie: “Go.” 

Favorite book: “Don't hate me, I don't have one.” 

Favorite game: “MMA count? Resident Evil, then.” 

𝑨𝑮𝑬.  

Day your next birthday will be: “July 29th!” 

How old will you be: “Twenty-eight.”

Age you lost your virginity: "Seventeen.” 

𝑰𝑵 𝑨 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵.  

Best personality: “Being able to just let go and have fun.” 

Best eye color: “I've dated people with all colors.” 

Best hair color: “Same with hair.” 

Best thing to do with a partner: "Rated G answer is dance." 

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬.  

I love: “music.” 

I feel: “dreamy.” 

I hide: “what I am.” 

I miss: “not having tinnitus.” 

I wish: “I can see him again.” 

Taken from: @violeteyedkiller Tagging: @askprofessorx (Charles, Piper, Cadie) @thehighlandhealer (Bronwyn, Callum, and Rohan) @lady-llewellyn @mournus (Mai, Nachim, Sean) @sugaraddictedarchangel @batteredoptimist @musecaravan (Two of your choice) @beastbitten @itsanemptytomb @vampireadam

[musecaravan]

Miss seeing your writing

Thank you, nonny. <3 That means a lot to me. :) I know I've got some really old things that I owe, and I'm working on them as I can. Moving everything to a single blog wasn't quite enough to combat the ennui I've been feeling about writing. But I'm working bit by bit to get myself caught up. Every single one of my partners has the patience of a saint for putting up with me, and I cherish the fact y'all are still here. :)

I'm still doing my best to reply in order, although my plan tonight is to focus on starters people have sent me so I can get them properly into my threadtracker. :) If anyone needs to know what's on my docket right now, they can take a peek here: https://www.rpthreadtracker.com/public/musecaravan/allmusecaravan

I'm down to just 17, I think - and that's actually pretty decent for me. ^_^; Plus, I'm all caught up on the RPs I owed before moving over. I'm working on replies/starters I received after setting up on this new blog, so that's a pretty big achievement, too (in my book.)

[thevamplelio]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂: 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

repost, don’t reblog. bold whatever applies.

The Vampire Lestat de Lioncourt.

𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑: gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑: black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. dark alleys. empty streets. driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the american south. the american northeast. england. analog cameras.

𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒: bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. suburbia. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. character masks. scrunchies. queerness. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑: malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies.  hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. mausoleums. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at something you can’t see. black ooze. old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before but can’t for the life of you figure out where. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐃 &  𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑: aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw-marks. bite-marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. abandoned houses. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american Pacific Northwest. the american midwest. hiking  /  backpacking.

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒:  daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. asylums. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms with no one inside them. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.

Tagged by: the ever wonderful @fanatiquee ~ thank you!

Tagging: @rosenundraben (Mel), @deathmaiidens (Claudia), @sonataforsybelle, @cruentaiuventus, @desirespeaks (Dorian Gray), @musecaravan (Basil Hallward), @wolfkiiller, & @percentstardust (your choice).

[museumsiam-blog]

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[beyondedenton]

WEIRD HEADCANONS: Ariel Cassidy

WHAT   THEY   SMELL   LIKE: Sauvage by Dior (Citrus, floral, woody, peppery notes.)

HOW   THEY   SLEEP: Supine with his arms splayed or above his head.

WHAT   MUSIC   THEY   ENJOY: R&B, hip-hop, EDM, pop and dance.

HOW   MUCH   TIME   THEY   SPEND   EVERY   MORNING   GETTING   READY: Depending on how shitty the night before was, fifteen to thirty minutes. Shoes and shirts usually match. He spends time washing his face, fixing his facial hair, and taming his wavy/curly hair.

FAVORITE   THING   TO   COLLECT: He doesn't collect many things. Music, certainly. He has a growing vinyl collection. He also loves his collection of shoes.

LEFT   OR   RIGHT   HAND: Right

FAVORITE   SPORT: Swimming

FAVORITE   TOURISTY   THING   TO   DO   WHILE   TRAVELING: Take pictures with his friends.

FAVORITE   KIND   OF   WEATHER: Not a storm in sight, but white clouds in the sky, especially for sunsets, as they enhance the gradient colors.

WEIRD   /   OBSCURE   FEAR   THEY   HAVE: As a ghoul, his fear is being turned into a vampire against his will. He doesn't mind being a ghoul, but taking that next step is just too much.

THE   ONE   CARNIVAL   /   ARCADE   GAME   THEY   ALWAYS   WIN   WITHOUT   FAIL: The basketball arcade games.

Tagged by (not really): @beastbitten Tagging: @thehangeddemon (Rohan) @askprofessorx @aspecialprovidence @violeteyedkiller @wolfandwords @sugaraddictedarchangel @lady-llewellyn @pastelchosen @batteredoptimist @musecaravan @mournus (Ronan and Haru)

[musecaravan]

Quick Update

I just wanted to offer a bit of an update on replies.  I’m slowly getting through all of the threads I owed before I made the move to this blog.  There’s still a decent chunk, but I’m chipping away at them a few at a time.  ^_^  

Here’s an updated list of who I still owe, and the order I’ll be replying in.  Please note - this is ONLY the ‘pre-move’ replies.  If you’ve replied to me on this blog (musecaravan), then you’re on my official Thread Tracker, and I will get to those as soon as all of the pre-move stuff has been replied to.  :)  As always, thank you everyone, for your patience.  <3

(List put under a Read More, because of length)

This list is now complete, and I’ll be starting on regular replies as I can.  ^_^