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contrarymuses‌:

[ 📲 • sms ] —— Hey, I’m in town for a few more days, do you wanna hang out tomorrow?

Brandon pushes a keyboard he was trying to fix away from him as he heard his phone go off on the table behind him. He turned around and picked up his phone, grinning at it like the goof that he actually was.

{Text to: Phoenix} Hell yeah {Text to: Phoenix} give me the time and the place

@aworldfullofmuses

The redhead sat on one of the equipment crates, phone in hand and eagerly awaiting a response from the gentleman she watched the fireworks with a few nights prior. She was given free rein for the next few days, the circus show taking a much needed break from traveling and performing. This wasn’t a place she was familiar with, but as luck would have it she made herself a friend that could potentially show her around and keep her company until it was time to leave again. It would be a lie, however, if she were to say that the idea of tourism was the first thing that came to mind, and not the simple fact that she wanted to see him again.

The vibration in her hand brought her gaze down, a few seconds later her face was lit up with a wide and bright smile. Fingers danced on the screen.

[Text: Brandon]: Great! [Text: Brandon]: How about we meet where we watched the fireworks and maybe go from there? [Text: Brandon]: 1 o’clock good for you?

#writings of: the fire dancer (phoenix's threads)#chat: brandon (contrarymuses)#v: out of the ashes i will rise ; beautiful fire in my eyes (phoenix main verse)#contrarymuses #the voices inside my head are queued (queue tag)

thxwxlf‌:

Kekipi had been trying to keep her distance away from the other wolf, watching him. She hadn’t come in contact with another wolf in ages and she was curious on what he was doing.. Why he was standing there for a long while, looking the area. She then noticed him reaching for his book bag when she began to come closer when SNAP! she accidentally stepped onto a twig with her boot. She let out a quiet growl and mouthed the word ‘fuck.’

She knew he had to of heard that. Well, time to get ready.

The wolf stood up straight, her eyes narrowed as she balled her fist up, her black claws poking at her palms as she tightened her grip, her eyes glued on him. When he turned around and let out a growl, she let one out in return, a snarl more like it as she stood her ground.

“Relax, I’m not here to pick a damn fight, big guy,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she sized the man up. He was a light bigger than her, but she wouldn’t be afraid to take him on.

The male was momentarily distracted as a woman suddenly appeared from the bushes behind him, and for a second he thought she was nothing but a normal person whom he had just snarled at like an animal (he was of course, but humans didn’t know that), that was until she mirrored his warning; it didn’t make him relax, and neither did her words.

“So’s that why you snuck up on me?” he accused, standing tall though he wasn’t dropping his guard. He now had two things to worry about - whatever might have happened to his sister (if anything, which he chose to believe as she was rarely late on purpose) and this stranger who was clearly not to be trusted.

#writings of: the wild heart (isaac's threads)#chat: kekipi (thxwxlf)#v: born to be wild (isaac main verse)#thxwxlf #the voices inside my head are queued (queue tag)

norwaypack‌:

Leif looked at the money in the guys hand and them to him, giving the other a wide smile as he shook his head. “You dont need to give me money, my mum lets anyone stay at the house, you probably will just have to help my dad and I out at work thats all.” He told the other, his family was used to taking stays in. After all it was what most of the pack was. “Trust me, just come over for dinner, mum wont kick you out.”

Adam wasn’t used to being treated so friendly, let alone having his offer be declined. A part of him had it in mind that the other might just take the money and shove him off on his way, which the young man wouldn’t fight against (mainly because compared to the male, Adam was a skinny ass shrimp). He hesitated for a moment to put the cash away, leaving the window open in case the man changed his mind, but then sheepishly stuffed the bill into his back pocket, having no wallet on his person. He adjusted the bag again and cleared his throat, gaze still avoiding the man. “Th-Thanks. Promise I won’t be any trouble.” And he wouldn’t, if the option to hide away was available to him. He just needed one night in an actual bed, maybe even a shower, and then he’d be on his way. Though, the idea of getting some work did sound appealing.

#writings for: the neglected (adam threads)#chat: leif (norwaypack)#i walk this lonely road ; the only one i have ever known (adam main verse)#norwaypack #the voices inside my head are queued (queue tag)

contrarymuses‌:

It was a typical night at Colter’s, the usual crowd had come and come and the regulars were several drinks in by the time the man had bust into the bar, causing everyone inside to snap their heads in his direction.

Violet almost dropped the glass she was setting on the counter when the man burst in and instantly her heart sunk down to her stomach at the mention of a hurt animal.

Violet saw Colter turn, hand already going for the weapon on his hip at the outburst before she ran around the corner, putting a hand on his arm. “It’s okay, it’s okay–let me help it.” she said, giving him one last look before making her way over to the guy, offering a kind smile.

The brunette peeled the jacket back, her heart aching at seeing the sweet animal in such pain, most likely from being struck by a vehicle. Violet brushed her hand through the fur on his head, whispering softly to him a moment before she looked at the man who brought him in.

“I’m going to be a veterinarian–we can take him to the vet’s office that’s only a few blocks away, I have a key. We’re gonna take care of him, alright? It’s gonna be a-okay.”

All of his life, Adam loved animals; he owned a dog once, a little Dachshund named Trinity, his best and only friend really. Her passing was one of the worst days of his life and this moment was bringing him painful flashbacks, as Trinity died after being hit by a car. Adam held the tiny dog all the way to the vet clinic, where he was sadly told that there was nothing they could do - she was already gone. Raindrops masked the tears that escaped from his eyes as he worried this Pitbull would suffer the same fate.

Steel blues stared at the brunette, his throat working to swallow the lump in his throat as he panted heavily, his chest heaving in and out and shoulders rising and falling with every inhale and exhale. Now usually, being the anti-social through a naturally shy nature, Adam would have opted out of joining someone to travel somewhere but this was different - he was NOT leaving this dog.

“Then let’s go - please! We need to hurry! I-I don’t know how long he’s been out there, and in the pouring rain no less...”

#writings for: the neglected (adam threads)#chat: violet (contrarymuses)#i walk this lonely road ; the only one i have ever known (adam main verse)#contrarymuses #the voices inside my head are queued (queue tag)

needfulthings‌:

Wandering around the club, Beth nodded to those who were intrigued by vampires. Fuck’s sake, they were losers. Eccarius paid well enough. Whatever he chose to do with his groupies was on his shoulders.

Leaning against the pool table, she watched a newcomer enter, watched Eccarius begin to show off. “Fresh meat for the grinder,” Beth sighed before taking a sip of her corona. “Good luck, doll.”

@aworldfullofmuses (ethan)

It was very strange and out of character for someone like him to visit such a place as this wasn’t at all the kind of scene one would find the gentleman occupying, but his curiosity was peaked and Ethan could hardly suppress the gnawing desire to sate his intrigue. As to what drew him here, well, there was...talk - rumors that spread around a group of, shall he say, emphatic individuals he passed by one day and decided to follow for the sake of a little harmless investigation.

It was easy enough to get into the club, just as it was to blend in with the masses assembled inside. His eyes scanned the establishment, unsure of what to make of it just yet. His gaze fell upon the man that seemed to draw all the attention to himself, causing heads to turn and those around him to listen with apparent undivided attention. Ethan, however, wasn’t quite so convinced.

“Am I supposed to be...impressed?” he said aloud.

#{hi! thank you for the starter!}#{i'll be honest i'm not too familiar with the preacher fandom}#{but i did a little bit of reading on it and who eccarius is and hopefully this is okay for you to work with. also apologies if i mess}#{anything up!}#writings of: the loyal (ethan threads)#chat: beth (needfulthings)#v: painting the town crimson (ethan main verse)#needfulthings #the voices inside my head are queued (queue tag)

contrarymuses‌:

Chantal blinked slowly at her gentlemanly companion, the action giving the woman a sleepy demeanor though it had been many, many years since she had been allowed such an action. Head tilts thoughtfully, hazel eyes taking in his speech, the timbre of his voice–his very scent.

She offers a smile in response to his. “A purpose for everything.” Chantal repeated. “I have never had it explained in such a way. I was always taught we are punished for our bad deeds–it never occurred to me that maybe there is a purpose for my…..extended life.”

The woman chuckles, tucking a awry strand of hair back into place. “You think me innocent? Not capable of receiving punishment?” she’s teasing him now, gently so as his words are a source of comfort as she questions the existence she was given.

In his company, one could expect Ethan to be polite, charming, and very friendly (some would even point out his Victorian like style of speaking, to which he found quite amusing to see the interest in his speech patterns). He couldn’t say that he was definitely wise or even intelligent in his advice, if that was what to call it, as he was aware of the diversity of reactions people may have. She could have very well rejected his idea and called him an unpleasant name, perhaps even spill her beverage on him and walked away as if he had insulted her, but he was happy that she didn’t.

Punished for our bad deeds; now what could he say in response to that, given his own blood soaked and miserable past? Perhaps setting that one aside was best for the time being.

His smile grew a little and brunette even got a chuckle out of him with her words. “Well, you have not displayed to me any indication of the contrary yet.” It wasn’t far from his mind, the idea that her behavior as he was seeing it now could be all a facade - he wasn’t one to judge a book by it’s cover and preserved an open mind to all possibilities. But the gentleman genuinely didn’t sense anything malicious about her, and normally he was good at reading people. “If I may, I am quite enjoying your company. It has been a while since I have had the opportunity to converse with another of my kind in a...” he paused to search for the right word to describe what he was getting at, “...civilized setting.” If there was a better term for it, he was incapable of finding one more truthful.

#{:D :D :D :D :D}#writings of: the loyal (ethan threads)#chat: chantal (contrarymuses)#v: painting the town crimson (ethan main verse)#contrarymuses #the voices inside my head are queued (queue tag)

selfxmadexqueen‌:

She kept her hands in her back pocket, watching him closely with the smile in place across her lips. She’d gotten pretty good at reading people throughout her time wandering. It was a skill necessary for survival. Having an inability to asses the situation you were in could prove to be deadly if you weren’t careful. She really didn’t feel like she was in danger standing there, not yet anyways, but she had no intentions of fully relaxing or letting her guard down. She was trespassing after all.

She shouldn’t have been disappointed with the news, or rather lack thereof. She’d been running for so long, hunting down every bit of information and every loose end that she was used to the doors slamming and the word no. But it still didn’t stop the frustration that sank into her. A heavy sigh slipped past her lips and she looked off for a few moments before lifting a hand to run through the long blonde strands of hair.

“He belongs to a pack that used to be in the area, or so I’ve heard. They travel a lot.” She shrugged, not a big fan of vulnerability but at the same time just frustrated enough that she wasn’t sure she cared. She could handle herself, and there didn’t seem to be any harm in honesty. “He’s my dad. I’ve been running for about 7 years, since I was a teenager, trying to find him. Seems a little pointless now though.” She wasn’t really one for a pack, she didn’t want to find him to be part of the family. It was more that she wanted to see him, to meet him, just to soothe her own curiosity.

“I’m going to get going. Sorry about the intrusion. I’ll go around next time.”

She seemed innocent enough, but then again Will knew better than to misjudge a book by its cover. By the way she spoke and the words she said, he guessed likely that she could be quite capable of handling herself in a scrap - the primal need for survival could shape even the most timid of people into fighters. It was the caution to not underestimate her that made it difficult for Will to decipher whether or not he’d have to defend himself at any point here.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t curious to the reason of why she had been running for that long, let alone in the first place, but then he remembered his own past and how desperate he was to keep it all buried so really, where was it his place to ask? “Seven years, that’s a long time to be lookin’ for someone.” And down the rabbit hole he goes, so to speak. “How d’ya know he’s not already dead or somethin’?” Was that harsh? Probably, but wasn’t it also something to possibly consider if she can’t find him? Or perhaps the fact that maybe he doesn’t want to be found?

He should have been content on just letting her leave, it’s what every fiber in his being was telling him to do. And yet... “Wait.” He took a couple of steps towards her, carefully and slow, ensuring that he made no moves to possibly startle her into a defensive position. “There’s a town not too far up ahead.” He shrugged his shoulders a little. “Gotta go up there anyway, could walk ya there. I’ll show ya some places you might find something - information or whatever.” What the hell was he thinking? What happened to being a lone wolf?

#writings for: the lone wolf (will threads)#chat: aliyah (selfxmadexqueen)#v: the lonely wolf howls ; endlessly wanting (will main verse)#selfxmadexqueen #the voices inside my head are queued (queue tag)

contrarymuses‌:

Nathan felt a surge of panic ripple through him. Arin’s mother? Arin didn’t speak about her too much, had mentioned that she was a bit…difficult to deal with sometimes. For a moment, Nathan wondered if she was about to lash out at him for being with her son, as some people of her generation were not as accepting of same sex relationships, something he’d feared with his own parents.

Something his own father was refusing to accept.

However, he was quickly mistaken as the woman extended a check to him, as if it were just as simple as handing one a cigarette or a coke. Nathan blinked at her in shock, unable to believe that she was actually offering him money to leave Arin.

Maybe she was joking.

“……I’m sorry, what?” Nathan said, raking both hands through his hair. “You….you want me to leave him? Never speak to him…again?” he was flabbergasted. He moved from the desk, crossing arms over his chest as a soft, pained chuckle crossed his lips.

“No.” Nathan dared a look at her over his shoulder. She wasn’t a woman to be toyed with, he could already tell. But there wasn’t any amount of money that could make him just leave. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. Arin……Arin means more to me than money–any amount. I couldn’t possibly part with him. I love him.”

She was already ticked off about the entire situation, while it had to be done to protect her boy Charlotte didn’t take any pride or pleasure in this. Of course, she knew that Arin would have his heart broken and that wasn’t something she would EVER feel good about, but of course she would be there to comfort him and make everything better - that was a mother’s job, after all.

So she was already annoyed and irritated with being here, his little chuckle didn’t help. Jaw clenched and eyes narrowed in a dark glare - did he think this was FUNNY? Anger bubbled and her blood was boiling as he outright rejected her, his words fueling the fires of her rage, ESPECIALLY that little four letter word; the check crumpled in her hand as it balled in a shaking fist, her features hardening in a deep scowl.

“Now you listen to me,” she growled, raising her index finger at him, her purple painted nail long and filed to a point, “Whatever “interests” you have, that’s your own damn problem - but for you to MANIPULATE my son’s feelings and take ADVANTAGE of him, as his mother I will NOT let you continue to RUIN his life anymore! I have a duty as a mother to protect my child and I will not let you POISON his mind any more than you already have!” Her voice grew loud, but she wasn’t quite screaming - not yet anyway.

“You WILL end this with my son and you WILL leave him alone, or I PROMISE you, Mr. Chambers, I will make sure that it’s YOU who’s ruined! Do you understand me?”

#{*cue mun in the background watching through fingers covering her eyes*}#writings for: the surgeon (arin threads)#chat: nathan (contrarymuses)#a cameo from: charlotte morrison (guest muse)#contrarymuses #the voices inside my head are queued (queue tag)

av3ngersassvmble‌:

“Huh? Why? I haven’t sene ya in how long now?” Jon asks her with a confused look on his face. Between going to Japan to compete in the G1 Climax Tournament to the overall schedule that it takes to be a wrestler, and his injury, Jon really didn’t have a lot of chances to see her. He gives her this confused look as she spoke more. “Somethin’ is goin’ on here….” He pauses. “Either it’s that time of the month or your hidin’ somethin’ from me…”

He was right, it’s been a long time - the WWE had granted her release, a decision that was difficult to make but also felt was best for the young chef, who missed her previous occupation. Luckily, maintaining her - what could she call what they had? - with Jon was quite manageable, that was up until she got caught up in work, and her parents’ unexpected visit didn’t help matters.

“I know and believe me, there’s nothing more I’d want right now than to spend time with you, I just-”

A woman’s voice from inside the apartment caused her to trail off. “Oakley, dear, who’s at the door?” The brunette cringed - they’ve noticed. She called back, “Uh, just a friend, Mom - I’ll be there in a minute!” She turned back to Jon, a deeply apologetic look carved on her features. “Look, I’ll explain everything later, okay? I promise.” The urge to kiss him gnawed at her. “I’ll call you later, just please leave before-”

The door to the apartment suddenly opened wider, startling Oakley but not more than the fact that it was her father that was responsible. There behind the young brunette was an older gentleman, grey hair hanging a little past his ears with strands tucked behind, and a bushy beard to match. Coming up beside him with a woman, a little taller than Oakley was, with long dark hair and features that much resembled the young chef. The man’s smoky blues met Jon’s and narrowed a bit, perhaps curiously. The woman spoke, “Well, darling, aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?” Oakley swallowed hard. Shit...

#{LOOK AT MY LITTLE AWKWARD BEAN}#writings for: the chef (oakley threads)#chat: dean ambrose (av3ngersassvmble)#untitled oakley & dean/jon verse (to be named)#av3ngersassvmble #the voices inside my head are queued (queue tag)

self plot idea:

Dario confronting Shane about their blood relation and asking to join forces on Shane’s personal mission of destroying M.A.R.C.O., avenging the loved ones that M.A.R.C.O. took from them both.