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Hi, I’m Noodle, I’m 25+ mun who is here because wtf not. This is my OC Fae named Beckett Hawthorne.
Here are links for your use.
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Harry couldn't help but let out a laugh at that as he opened his eyes and turned to look at him. "If only, power'd be too convenient that way. Far as I can tell I see the connections they got, not the ones their destined for. Can't seem ta see my own strings either." It was annoying, he could see people's aura of emotion when they were around him but he couldn't see his actual connection to them.
Not that he even really knew what each color meant. “Why ya say that though Starlight? Need some match makin'? I might have an idea for ya.” He told him with a smirk and a small hum.
"Makes sense to me. If you could see your own strings, then those relationships wouldn't mean as much, would they?" Bex pointed out. They'd just be things, guaranteed ties that didn't need cultivating. Or, that's how Harry would likely see them. "Nothing built on, nothing gained."
He chuckled, and shook his head. He teased, "Oh, yes, please, Mr. Hook. Tell me, what are my chances with uh, that gentleman, back there in the corner?"
“You ain't the lesson Starlight, I am.” Because if people on the Isle thought they could go after anyone that Harry cared about, that was something he needed to correct. Swiftly.
“You ain't want me ta keep makin' moves on ya say so, but either way? Anyone thinks they gonna target someone in mah circle is learnin' a lesson.”
"Oh, sure. Because our fellow inmates are so fond of learning," Bex grunted, turning his head away. "They'll forget as soon as your eyes are turned away—you can't be everywhere, Harry."
"You know that there aren't a lot of clean mirrors so I can fix the mess you made," Bex said harshly. He crinkled his nose in distaste, his hand covering whatever spot that Harry had cleared away.
"Training in the art of the sword doesn't make you automatically tough." He countered, arms folding over his chest as his gaze turned out to the sea. "There are plenty of ways to defend your home and life without a sword."
"Maybe," Bex sighed, letting his head fall back. "Maybe I mean more than that. You have all this... this you-ness, you can depend on yourself to protect your home and family. For the longest time there was nothing I could do, no one I could depend on for that. What could I do? Tell them a riddle? What I mean is, you're tough."
@changxlingfae asked: "You're a real tough guy, aren't you." (for zoro if you have muse)
His gaze slid over to the other from where he was comfortably lounging against a wall, watching him for a moment before shrugging. "If you say so."
"I don't know if there is an 'if' about it," Bex shrugged, arms folded over his stomach from where he lounged. "There was no one like you back home. No one who could fight like that; it's impressive."
Just the essentials!
Music credit: "Cinema Blockbuster Trailer 7" by Sascha Ende Link: https://filmmusic.io/en/song/329-cinema-blockbuster-trailer-7 License: https://filmmusic.io/standard-license (CC BY 4.0)
[Video Description: A 26 second video. Orchestral, cinematic music plays. Text reads The library is on fire! Grab the most important things!
A librarian at her computer spins around in her chair in slow motion, a look of horror on her face. Video cuts between various librarians frantically rescuing items. Each scene is labeled with the item:
The South Shore Posters: A librarian completely obscured by a framed South Shore Line poster she is carrying backs out of a room.
The hand chair: A librarian hauls away a large red plastic chair shaped like a hand.
Patron holds: A librarian shovels patron holds off the holds shelf onto a cart.
Benny the library skeleton: A librarian princess-carrying a large skeleton dressed in an oversized t-shirt frantically looks around for an exit before dashing away
Anyone got $300 today so I can turn my power back on? I'll send you the super cool blanket below.
Technically i need $250 to switch power from my sister to me but I say $300 bc then I can ship it to you right away.
for context, they shut off my power which was on my sisters name the same day they processed my biweekly $250 payment. I've been paying down and they did it anyway, now they won't turn it back on unless I pay a roughly $300 down payment and $200 for the first installment of a payment plan. which I don't get because that payment plan would be less than I've been paying bi-weekly at the end of the month, but also I have no savings and like I said. they JUST processed a payment.
@changxlingfae asked: [ MISSION ] : for our muses to meet on a mission (merlin)
“You’re Beckett, aren’t you?” Arthur sending him out on a mission wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was meeting up with someone he didn’t know. Then again, maybe this Beckett knew Arthur and he didn’t have anything to worry about. However, Merlin couldn’t help but be cautious these days. “In and out, yeah? It shouldn’t be too difficult to find the object in question. How good are you at being a distraction? Otherwise, I can give that a shot if you’re not comfortable with it.”
"Yes," Bex agreed quietly. He shook his head, getting hair out of his eyes, checking the dirt that covered his mid-face. "Though you can call me Bex. And I have a bit of a gift for making distractions."
It was why he'd been sent, though it was slightly disturbing to think Arthur might know who he was. "And at helping in the dark."
"What?"
TK turned to follow the guy's line of sight, but ... couldn't pick out who he was looking at, in the crowd. At any rate, the 126 were the only ones currently on-scene, and TK was the only male paramedic in the team.
"OK," he decided it was not important (something to note with Cap, later; maybe there was someone impersonating a paramedic around here, or an extra set of hands who just happened to be off-duty and in the area?), "well, um, I kinda wanna check you out myself before you move, if that's OK. Injuries can sneak up on you, they're pretty easy to miss." TK pulled on rubber gloves as he spoke. "What's your name, bud? You lose consciousness at all?"
"Uh, I'm Bex. Beckett Hawthorne," He said. He refocused, forcing his eyes back to the far closer plane of this paramedic's face. It honestly didn't hurt all that much, maybe he was just dizzy, or it was far away in his mind.
"I don't remember passing out, is that a thing people are supposed to remember?" Bex asked, scrunching his nose in the process. He raised a hand, making sure any alcohol wipes didn't go to the middle of his face. "Some sort of pile up? Oh, my truck, it's probably wrecked, it was already run down."
"Wait, who told you it wasn't that bad?"
"I mean, I asked that paramedic over there if it was going to kill me, he said no?"
Farah allowed herself a small smile. "Concealment or distortion falls under the umbrella of light magic, but there's no reason you couldn't master it. Not with time." Magic could be dangerous, of course, so they would have to proceed slowly.
"I understand that this is your home," she went on to say, checking herself for being perhaps a bit insensitive to Bex's special situation, "and I don't mean to discredit the life you've led here. I'm only saying that everyone belongs among their own kind."
"How long would that take?" Bex asked with a sigh, his hands falling to his sides on the desk. He didn't mind learning, in fact he had loved it. Learning more meant blending in more. He could do it.
"I worked hard to build my life here," Bex said. Perhaps she was trying, but it was still a big ask. "I got through college. I got my masters degree. I built a real life, and my mother is in the hospital, I visit her every week. You're asking me to start over in another world."
JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS
feel free to edit pronouns as needed! content warning for some strong language, threats and implied violence.
to each other:
❝ you’re mine. only mine. ❞
❝ i’m all yours. ❞
❝ mine. ❞
❝ yours. ❞
❝ we belong to each other. ❞
❝ you belong to me. ❞
❝ i belong to you. only ever you. ❞
❝ i just didn’t like the way they were looking at you. like you weren’t mine. ❞
❝ you know i’m yours, right? i only have eyes for you. ❞
❝ no one else is ever gonna have a chance with me. you’re it. you’re all i want. ❞
❝ i chose you. and i need you to trust that my decision is final. trust me. ❞
❝ wait are you jealous? ❞
❝ aw, baby. it’s cute when you’re jealous. ❞
❝ i don’t like the way they keep staring at you. ❞
❝ i don’t like how they keep staring at me. ❞
❝ are they making you uncomfortable? i can do something about it. ❞
❝ no one should even get to look at you unless you want them to. ❞
❝ stop— it’s okay. they’re not worth your anger. just kiss me. ❞
❝ stop saying i’m jealous. i’m not— i just. i don’t like having to share. ❞
❝ i’m not jealous, who said i’m jealous? ❞
❝ well if i’m all yours then kiss me like it. ❞
❝ show everyone who i belong to. ❞
❝ i’m gonna remind them you’re mine. ❞
❝ i want everyone here to see that you’re mine. ❞
❝ i want everyone here to see that i’m yours. ❞
❝ hey— look at me. why are you all upset? ❞
❝ you can’t keep getting your feathers all ruffled when anyone else gives me attention. ❞
❝ they don’t deserve you— i don’t deserve you. but at least i’m aware of it. ❞
❝ i promise there’s no one else. you have my heart completely. ❞
❝ hey, is this asshole bothering you? ❞
❝ tell me you’re mine. ❞
to a third party:
❝ get the fuck away from them! ❞
❝ look at them like that again and you’ll won’t be seeing anything. ❞
❝ don’t you dare touch them. ❞
❝ yeah it’s time to walk the fuck away. ❞
❝ you’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now. ❞
❝ you heard them, get lost. ❞
❝ lucky for you, i don’t wanna ruin their night. but i see you sniffing around here again you might not be so fortunate. ❞
❝ you wanna lose a limb? beat it, fucker. ❞
❝ see, i woulda left it alone. but you made them fucking cry. so now you’re gonna lose your eyes. ❞
❝ hey, they said ‘no.’ ❞
❝ hey asshole, shut the fuck up or i’ll make you shut up. ❞
❝ what did you just say to them, you little shit? ❞
❝ oh yeah. now you’re all quiet. not so bold when you’re not the toughest guy in the room, huh? ❞
❝ get lost. ❞
❝ go. ❞
❝ leave. before my patience runs out. ❞
❝ get the fuck outta their face. ❞
❝ hey, that’s enough. ❞
actions:
[ CLAIM ] for one muse to possessively place their hands on their shoulders or hips.
[ HOLD ] for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way.
[ SHELTER ] for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public.
[ STAKE ] for one muse to protectively and/or possessively stand behind the other to intimidate a third party.
[ RESCUE ] for one muse to intervene upon seeing a third party making the other one uncomfortable.
[ CHASE ] for one muse to interrupt and make a third party leave the other alone out of jealousy/possessiveness.
[ TENSION ] for one muse to get in a fight on behalf of the other.
[ STOP ] for one muse to break up a fight which started because of them.
[ MEND ] for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from protecting them.
[ SCOLD ] for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from fighting over them.
[ CARESS ] for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public.
[ TAKE ] for one muse to passionately kiss the other, fueled by jealousy.
[ TAUNT ] for one muse to flirt with a third party to try and get the other to act possessively.
[ REMIND ] for our muses to have passionate sex meant to remind one party who they belong to.
[ EMBRACE ] for one muse to dominate the other due to possessiveness/jealousy.
[ LINKED ] for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public to stake claim.
[ INTERTWINE ] for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public in a comforting manner.
::whispers:: I'm looking for a book.
I think it was blue...
"Was it fiction or non-fiction?"
You. That's right, YOU.
My muse is blindfolded and listening. Go on anon and whisper something into their ear. It can be anything you like, a confession, a secret, a memory – there are no limits.
Still Talking About Other Muses Starters
fill in the prompts with names of other muses/characters
"I feel bad for [name] in all of this."
"No more games. It's either me or [name]. You decide."
"Let's just say, hypothetically, that [name] is tied up in the trunk of my car. How would you handle that situation?"
"I didn't know you and [name] had a history."
"Does [name] have any food allergies?"
"[name] hasn't talked to me since I won at Monopoly."
"[name] and I shared a room, but nothing happened!"
"I thought we agreed that [name] wasn't allowed to drink tonight?"
"[name] isn't the sharpest tool in the shed."
"I walked into the room and [name] and [name] were definitely talking about me because they shut up pretty quick."
"[name] asked me to marry them."
"Just a thought: maybe stop encouraging [name]'s bad choices."
"Are these [name]'s underwear?"
"There's been an accident. [name]'s in surgery now and we need to get to the hospital."
"You keep talking about [name] like that and I'll start thinking there's something going on between you two."
"[name] made this, and if you don't eat it you'll hurt their feelings."
"I sent [name] to the store so we could have some privacy."
"Come sign [name]'s card."
"I'll tell you what happened, but you have to promise you won't go after [name] for it."
"Fuck, marry, kill: [name], [name], and [name]."
"What did [name] do to make you so angry?"
"[name] just flaked on me again."
"If we were stranded and starving, I'd eat [name] first."
"I heard [name] is suing you. What's up with that?"
"I think [name] and [name] are fighting out back."
Getting a coin out of his pocket or something, that's what Peter had expected him to do. That was why he suggested it. Watching the librarian hold his hand out and suddenly watching a shimmering, ball of dust form a ball in the guy's hand? That wasn't even on the list of possible options and he couldn't help the amazed and shocked, "Whoa..." that left him when it had finished forming. It immediately reminded him of Peter Pan and pixie dust, and he was surprised when he watched the ball get thrown and actually heard it make noise. It also immediately got the attention of those with guns closest to them, turning to see what had suddenly made the noise right on cue.
Which was away from looking at them. Peter grabbed the librarian's arm lightly and gave a small tug, nodding to the cart to go over to it while they had the chance. Few seconds that it was before they would go looking for what the ball had rolled from. One they got over to the cart and were ducked out of sight again, Peter grabbed one end of it and looked over at him, "Get ready to make a run for it, okay?"
|| @changxlingfae ||
The quiet whoa didn't pass him, he heard it crystal clear; it made him wince, regret even doing that in the first place. He didn't think a quarter or whatever it was in his wallet would have done it, hell he wasn't sure if he had the change anyway. But he could have come up with something, maybe, if he had bothered to wait. Maybe the risk would have gone up, but still.
He looked to the other and nodded at the small pull on his arm. He braced on the cart, grimacing curiously as he watched the strange men look for the ball he'd formed, even as it disintegrated into a useless pile of shining dust. "Where are we going?"
Fighting or Sparring: Sentence Starters
(a mix, for either a serious fight or a friendly spar)
“Fine, I accept your challange!”
“Sorry but I won’t take it easy, not even with you.”
“There will be no mercy.“
“Power without idea isn’t justice.“
“Just give up already.”
“You know what will happen if you lose…”
“What?! B-but, how?!”
“I have awaited this day, for too long.”
“Is there no other way?“
“Go ahead and struggle!”
“Over already?“
“Do you want to die that badly?“
“Hm? I guess that was too much…“
“Don’t push yourself. Training will do no good with a broken limb.”
“Is something distracting you?”
“You’ve got some guts… for a fool.“
“Is this the best you can do?”
“You haven’t progressed at all. Focus.”
“Damn… I messed up.“
“You keep slipping up. You’re making easy mistakes.”
“It’s training now, but soon it could be a life or death situation.”
“Nothing will come of hate.“
“You can’t fight this with strength alone.”
“You’re wasting my time.”
“You still have a lot to learn.”
“That’s two out of three that I’ve gotten the upper hand.”
“You need to take this more seriously!”
“You’re still too weak.”
“Beg for mercy before me!“
“I didn’t mean to hurt you…”
“Kneel before me.”
“There won’t be anything left of you when I’m done.”
“I’ll make you regret ever crossing me.”
“Know your place.”
“You and me. Let’s go.”
“A fight with me is too dangerous.”
“You don’t know what you’re getting into.”
“Fine, you asked for it.”
“This should be easy.”
“So, you wanna fight?”
“Just to let you know, I’ve never lost a fight.”
“This is the end for you!”
“Not bad, but you can do better.”
“I’m not here to play with you.”
“I’ve got you pinned.”
“You could hardly stand, it’s over.”
“There, are you satisfied now?”
“You really thought you could win? How cute.“
“This place, will be your grave.”
“Your suffering will be over in a moment.”
“Did you really expect me, to yield to the likes of you?”
“Mark my words… I will kill you and I’ll be after your friends next.”
“Hmph. You don’t change much, do you?“
“You’re too impulsive… it’s reckless.”
“I’ll wipe that grin off your face.”
“Defeat me and ‘maybe’ I’ll tell you where your friend is.”
“It wasn’t a question, you need to take a break. We’ve been going at it for hours.”
“I’m telling you, there’s no chance of you beating me.”
“Just cause you’re cute, I’ll take it easy on you.”
“I’ll fight with one hand behind my back, see? Swing away.”
“Good, you’re holding up well.”
“Don’t get distracted, not even for a moment. Don’t avert your eyes.”
“Push yourself beyond your limits.”
“Your shoulders are tense. Don’t overthink it. Loosen up.”
“Feel like running away?”
“You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”
“They’re not always going to be around to babysit you.”
“You’re going to die here, and easily.”