soo im still in the process of finishing my blog/muse page but i’m a new indie multi-muse looking for some partners! i have a variety of muses from different fandoms including star wars, muppets, community, and more!
hope finds herself at the massive tree in town. the tree of life, she’s heard it called. there’s something strangely mystical about the massive landmark. perhaps it’s all the life energy that surrounds it. when she’d first heard about it, she thought perhaps it was a force nexus. after being in town for a while, however, she decides this isn’t true. still, it’s a great place for meditating. this is how she finds herself sitting at the base of the tree, sitting on the ground with one leg crossed over the other. she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and focuses her energy into nothing but the force. she lets her mind wander. different memories flood her mind. one, in particular, comes to the forefront...
a five-year-old hope is barreling down the corridors of the organa-solo home. somewhere in the distance, she can hear c-3po yelling after her to slow down. she ignores this, of course. she ignores anything other than putting one tiny foot in front of the other. her father and uncle chewie are back, and that’s all that matters. the door in front of her opens just in enough time for her tiny frame to throw itself out into the open. she’s standing on the private landing pad, and staring right up at the millenium falcon. her mother’s already there, waiting on the pair to exit the ship. hope, however, barely waits for the docking ramp to touch the ground before she sprints up into the ship. somewhere, below her, leia is laughing at her daughter’s enthusiasm.
hope can make her way through her father’s ship blindfolded. she keeps her momentum as she makes her way up to the cockpit. the closer she gets, the more she can hear her father and uncle talking. the low rumbling of chewie’s native language meeting han’s smooth galactic basic. she doesn’t care what they’re talking about, she’s just happy they’re back.
she skids into the cockpit and finally stops running. “ daddy ! “ she exclaims, taking her father by surprise. she runs up to him and throws her tiny arms around him. she can feel him laugh as he bends over to pick her up. “ hey kid, “ he says as he presses a soft kiss to her forehead. hope smiles as she nuzzles her head in the crook of his neck. “ i missed you, “ she says softly as she feels him making his way out of the cockpit, daughter in hand. “ i know, “ is all he says, but everyone knows what it means when han solo knows something. the father-daughter duo makes their way out of the falcon and reunite with the rest of the family.
the memory fades out, and hope’s eyes fly open. fresh tears are threatening to escape her eyes. out of instinct, she blinks them back. she can’t get that feeling out of her head, though. back then, her father had only been gone a few days - a week, at most, and five-year old hope felt like he had been gone an eternity. now, hope wasn’t sure when she would see her father, or mother, again. this time, she doesn’t stop the tears from running down her cheek. next time she sees her father, she doesn’t intend on letting go.
Resting his head atop his sister’s shoulder, he felt himself sink a little into her arms. Strangely he didn’t realize just how much he had missed embracing her until that very moment. “ I am, you don’t have to worry. “ he promised. Although that was only partly true, physically he was just fine but what was troubling him was inside his mind. Quickly he shifted his thoughts to something else before Hope could pick up on any negative feelings he had. “ Adrien’s here you know… we’re all back together. “ he pointed out with the tiniest hint of a smile. Well almost all of them.
hope has never thought herself the sentimental type. traveling around from place to place, she learned to let go of things. her brothers, however, were exempt from that notion. she hugs her younger brother a moment longer before letting go. after all, she doesn’t want to hover. she smiles at him, genuine and warm. “ good, i’m glad, “ she says. and she means it. suddenly being in this town doesn’t seem so awful. she’s been reunited with her brothers again. like old times. she nods her head, brown locks of her hair falling in her face. “ i know; i saw him. i don’t know how you guys managed without me, honestly,” she jokes.
non-sexual forms of intimacy. send me ‘INTIMACY +’ a number between 1-125 and i’ll write a starter or a drabble about our muses engaging in a form of intimacy outside of sexual context. note: as the level of trust required for the things listed here varies a lot, feel free to send multiple numbers if you aren’t sure if they’ll work!
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1 watching tv/movies together
2 going to an event together ( like a carnival, festival, etc. )
listening to the song that the stranger played and sang along with, kennedy tilted her head a little to the side as she took in everything she could about the text and meaning behind it. it seemed like a sweet song, and romantic, which was something that kennedy loved. as the song comes to a close, kennedy parted her lips to speak but stopped when she saw the girl rest her hand on top of the strings. she couldn’t help but think that she almost looked a little sad. “ are you okay? ” she questioned, her voice soft and friendly at the same time. when the stranger opened her eyes and explained how she didn’t know where she was or how she had gotten there, kennedy nodded her head and gave the other a friendly smile. “ we’ve all been there. some more than others. honestly though, this place? isn’t that half-bad. it’s pretty safe. at least so far, ” kennedy explained and hoped that would make the other feel a little better about the situation, “ none of us really know how or why we are here. we’re just trying to make every day go by. i’m kennedy, by the way. ”
in all honesty, kit isn’t exactly sure if she is okay. the people-pleaser part of her brain wants to say ‘ oh yeah! i’m fine. ‘ it’s a bad habit she’s created over her twenty two years. there’s so much pressure as a performer to constantly make people happy. however, she can’t help but the truth to come slipping out. “ this is just a lot to take in, y’know? and i guess i just miss my family, “ she says with a sigh. she runs a hand through her blonde curls out of frustration. hearing that no one knows how they got here, where they are, or why they’ve mysteriously appeared doesn’t make kit feel better. she wonders if it’s supposed to. at least she knows she isn’t completely in alone in her feelings. that’s something at least. she puts on a smile and glances over at the person next to her. kennedy, she comes to find out. “ thank you, “ she says with a soft smile. she really isn’t sure what else to say about all the information she’s come to find out, but she is grateful for at least some insight. “ my name is cricket, but everyone just calls me kit. “
Although he’d been hoping that she knew something about where they were, Scooter nodded and made a mental note to ask the next person he came across. “Did you just get here too?” He asked, wondering if maybe he wasn’t the only newbie in the town. However when she explained about the song, Scooter’s eyes widened. “Fan of the Muppets? I work with them! I am one!” He exclaimed, before remembering that he was technically no longer one physically. “Or at least I was until I ended up here.” Tilting his head, he said, “What about you?”
as the song comes to a close, kit decides to try her luck at a different song. she strums a random melody at first, getting a feel for playing the instrument in this new body she was given. it is still a weird prospect to wrap her head around. “ yeah, i just got here this morning. woke up with no clue how i got here, “ she explains. she has a feeling that it’s the same for him. she stops playing at his confession. her eyes go wide, and she stares at him intently. “ you’re a muppet? “ she asks, bewildered. “ me too! or at least, was before today. i’m cricket mae. kermit and piggy are my parents,“ she explains. she figures new introductions are in order, considering how different they both look.
Alex offered her an arm. “Shall I lead you to it?” he asked. “I have a shift coming up anyways. I would love some company.”
hope lets a grin spread across her face, and nods. " yeah, that’d be nice. thanks, “ she says. she takes his arm and lets him lead the way. “ what’s it like working at the cantina? I'm sure you see a whole bunch of crazy stuff. “
wandering around town mindlessly, kennedy felt like she needed to do something. she was bored, even though they had just experienced a snow storm in the middle of may. as she walked down the main street, she heard the soft strum of a guitar and it caught her attention straight away. skipping across the road, towards where the noise had come from, kennedy soon located where the music originated from and once she did, she slowly moved towards the stranger. tilting her head a little to the side, kennedy didn’t recognize the music. but then again, she didn’t recognize a hell of a lot of things here. it sounded nice though; and that was something that meant a lot to her. hi! normally i wouldn’t mind taking requests, but i’m afraid i’m a bit out of sorts at the moment. shaking her head, kennedy moved to take a seat next to the girl. “ no worries. keep playing whatever you just played. it was nice. ”
kit smiles and goes back to strumming along at the strings. she lets the music speak for itself for a while, finishing out the refrain. she starts by humming along, but eventually, finds herself singing the last refrain. “ someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers, and me, “ she finishes. as the song comes to a close, she rests a palm against the strings. her new human fingers are burning from playing the song. she doesn’t care. she closes her eyes and takes a breath. suddenly, she feels so alone. she doesn’t know where she is, or where her family is. she doesn’t know how she’s suddenly a human girl. a lot of emotions begin to overwhelm her, and she gives herself a moment. she takes a breath, then another, and a third. after a count of five, she opens her eyes and turns to the person next to her. “ i’m sorry, “ she says shyly. “ i’m not really sure where i am, or how i got here, “ she admits, glancing back down at the guitar in her hands.
Scooter hadn’t expected to wake up somewhere other than his bed, so when he woke up on a bench, he was quite confused. And when he noticed that he was no longer a Muppet, but instead a human, his confusion only grew. Where was he? This town didn’t look like any place he’d ventured to before. And with a look at his watch, the redhead realized that he was now very late for work. Kermit was going to kill him; hell his uncle would kill him too if he found out. However, his thoughts of panic dissipated some when he heard the familiar sound of a banjo playing a very familiar tune. Could it be possible that Kermit was here too? Rising from the bench, he set off to investigate. But when he reached the source of the music, he was surprised to find someone who was clearly not Kermit. “Hi!” He replied back. However at the mention of requests, Scooter shook his head. “Oh no, I wasn’t coming to ask for a request, unless you count asking if you know where we are as one. I was just wondering…how do you know that song?” It wasn’t unlikely for someone who wasn’t a Muppet to know it, but he was curious.
cricket smiles up at the person in front of her. there’s something oddly familiar about him, but she can’t quite put a finger on it. speaking of fingers, she finds that it’s actually so much easier to play with the five fingers this human form gives her. as if being a singing, dancing pig wasn’t already crazy enough. humans really do have it easier, she thinks to herself. then again, it’s only been a few hours in this humanoid form. who knows what challenges she may face yet. she pushes that away and goes back to strumming the strings. “ sorry, darlin. i’m afraid i’m in the same boat as you, “ she admits. she keeps playing the same melody as before, humming along. “ as for the song, my papa taught it to me when i was old enough to hold a banjo. fan of the muppets, are you? “ she asks with a wistful smile. she wishes she had more information about this place, and if any of her friends and family were here.
to say that cricket is confused is the understatement of the century. she has no idea where she is, and she feels and looks different. that is a complete shock. despite this, she finds herself getting up and getting ready to explore. her first thought is to look for a store and buy more clothes, shoes, makeup - the whole works. when she sets out down the main street of town, that’s exactly what she plans on doing. however, as she makes her way through the emporium, she can’t help but pick up a guitar. music always did bring her comfort in times to stress. after leaving the store, she finds a bench to sit and fumble around with the strings. after a while, she begins to get the hang of it and starts playing a classic tune - rainbow connection, of course. it was the first song she learned to play on banjo, and will probably always be engrained in her head. as she’s playing, she barely hears the person approach. however, once she notices, she stops playing and looks up from the guitar. “ hi! “ she says cheerfully. “ normally, i wouldn’t mind taking requests but i’m afraid i’m a bit out of sorts at the moment. "
“ someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers and me... “
did i just spot ( loey lane ) around town? oh no wait, it was just ( CRICKET MAE LEE-FROG ). rumor has it that she is the ( twenty two ) year old child of ( kermit the frog and miss piggy ) from ( the muppets ). i’ve also heard that they’re ( creative ) and ( timid ), and have ( two ) siblings.
i know my girl meg won the poll, but this cutie was jumping out at me more. i hope y’all love her!
cricket mae, also known as “kit” is the eldest child of kermit and miss piggy. in her muppet form, she was a pig, like her mother, with curly blonde hair.
cricket came as a shock to piggy and kermit, who were married at the time. they had never expressed wanting to have children before. however, when cricket was born, her parents were enamored and eventually had two more children.
in true miss piggy fashion, she wanted their children to have both hers and kermit’s last names - thus giving cricket and her siblings the last name of lee-frog.
cricket and her siblings were born after the muppet show had went off air, so they had a pretty normal childhood for a while. kermit and piggy still made moves, and when the kids were old enough, they would join their parents on set.
eventually, kermit and piggy would split. cricket was only six at the time, and she didn’t take it very well. she lived in hollywood with her mother, but would very often visit with her father. when her parents eventually got back together, she was ecstatic. finally, her whole family was back under one roof.
when she was eight, she played belinda cratchit in the muppet christmas carol. it was her first big acting role, and she actually found that she enjoyed it a lot.
as she grew older, she found that she liked to act, sing and dance like her parents. her father taught her to play the banjo. her mother would give her fashion and beauty tips, as well as some at home acting lessons.
when her parents eventually split again, cricket was crushed. she was older now, being sixteen years old. being older didn’t make it easier. this time, she decided to live with her father in the states while her mother moved to paris to work for paris vogue. this caused a strain in their relationship, but they’re trying.
despite living in hollywood, cricket is the epitome of a southern belle. she’s sweet as a peach, kind to strangers and loves country music.
her hobbies, outside of singing, acting and dancing, include embroidery and sewing. she loves making her own costumes and clothes.
she’s a pretty strict vegan. she refuses to eat anything that comes from an animal - too close for comfort.
she can be pretty shy and timid at first, but once you get to know her, she’s a great friend.
she’s pretty mild-mannered but has no problem sticking up for what she believes in.
wanted connections;
lee-frog family: cricket loves her siblings dearly. she loves to spend quality time with her entire family. she’ll bake and play games with them. she loves making them presents and generally having a good time. she’s loyal and will always stick up for them. her parents splitting really causes some internal debate within her, as she loves both her parents deeply. she just wants what is best for them.
the muppets: growing up around the crazy whirlwind known as the muppets, cricket has never experienced a dull moment. she loves her friends and is happiest when surrounded by them.
friends: cricket is such a mom friend. she’ll always take care of her friends and make sure they’re safe. expect fresh baked goods and an abundance of sweet tea. she’s always available for listening when something is wrong. she’s just so sweet.
it’s late and I'm tired. i’m working on a wc page so i’ll update that with more as i think of them! hmu and we’ll plot !
closed starter for @ncmeinthesky // thackery + melanie
the blizzard had finally let up some. snow still blanketed the ground, but it was finally nice to get out of the library. as much as thackery loves the library, he can’t lie. he’s happy to be out and about again. it’s cold, much colder than it had been when he entered the building. he enters one of the nearby shops and nabs one of the last jackets left. on his way out of the building, he notices someone else walking along and enjoying the snow day. recognizing her, his feet are making his way over, despite what his brain is thinking. as he approaches, he realizes he isn’t even sure what to say. he smiles as he approaches, and says the only thing that comes to mind. “ crazy weather we’re having huh? “ he asks, shoving his hands in his pocket. nice line, thackery, he thinks to himself.
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