Enigma Muses

enigmamuses is an inspirational and multi muse blog. Message for plots

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I’m not in the discord group yet. But I’m here for plotting tomorrow! I threw my starter out there so feel free to throw all the randos at him. I really must sleep, since it’s 2 am and im going to the gym in the morning. im already excited to write with you guys (: and I’ll get to the starters in the tag tomorrow!

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“Pardon the rookie questions here, this place is a whole new experience for me. But since this place ain’t exactly like the ones the common folk are used to, tell me one thing.” Gale started, having stopped the first person he saw. He could care less about what species they were, hell, if he had to pick one he hated it would be his own, all for what they had done to his late wife. Vampire, demon, whatever. He didn’t care. “Do they smother you with all the Christmas songs here too? Maybe some weird ‘Satan is coming to town’ rendition?”  @veilsstarters​

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NAME: Gale Davenport

SPECIES: Werewolf

GENDER: Cis-Male

AGE: February 12, 1983 (36)

SEXUALITY: heterosexual heteroromantic

MARITAL STATUS: Widowed / Single. 

OCCUPATION: Unemployed

FACE CLAIM: Chris Evans

Biography here

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[dailymarvelcast]

I realized that I’m a soft person. I think I’m sensitive. I wanted very much to be tough and I think movie stars have a certain kind of resilience and toughness to them, but I’m quite a sensitive young lady in some respects.

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“You know I still don’t know how to dance.” “I’ll Show you.”

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           Jocelyn’s absence had created the perfect excuse for Ethan to finally make time in his busy schedule to drive down to the Nixon estate to pick up the remaining memorabilia the couple had left at the guesthouse during the time they had lived there. It wasn’t even that much stuff, but the drive out of Montréal took up to 40 minutes and unpacking also took a whole lot of time, which Ethan always ended up deeming would be better spent with his wife rather than digging through a dozen boxes, hence, when she gave him the news she would have to be in Toronto for a few days, he figured unpacking would be a productive way to spend those lonely nights. Ethan had become so invested in the task, though, that he didn’t even hear the door to their duplex penthouse opening in the living room on the first floor. But his little hobby would be put to a halt immediately once that all-too-familiar voice resonated through the pristine marble walls of their apartment. Ethan immediately let go of the odd piece of furniture he was pulling out of a box –– was that a vase? It definitely looked like a vase, but he could recall Jocelyn explaining to him what it actually was and the surprised look on his face that came afterward ––, cleaned the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and walked out of the room. His signature smirk came across his features the minute he caught his first glimpse of her blond locks. Even his eyes seemed to smile, somehow… If you came back in time to say, 2010 and asked Ethan Fairmont –– the world’s biggest skeptical –– if he thought he would ever feel as happy by just looking at someone, as he did when he looked at her, he would probably have said no. Which was what made life so beautifully ironic. Who would have thought that Ethan Fairmont, now Fairmont-Nixon, would ever find himself falling in love with the same person every single day of his life? “Hey babe,” He finally said, as he walked down the last steps of the stairs, his gaze not leaving her for one second, as if he never wanted to let go of that beautiful sight. Soon enough, Ethan had one arm wrapped around her lower back –– pulling her as close as possible to his body, so that even their atoms might be kissing –– and his lips pressed to hers. His other hand was just under her butt, raising up both her legs, so they were each on either side of his lower abdomen, “I’ve missed you,” He whispered against her lips, not really bothering to let go before he kissed her again.

If anything, Jocelyn had always been flamboyant. Radiating confidence and power in the courtroom or any other room she walked in. Never had she thought she would settle with one person, wearing down the one boyfriend after the other during her teens and her years at university. Until she had met Ethan. How odd it was to experience that feeling that as soon as she saw him her heart raced.With the anticipation of having sparks create tension as skin touched, which it did. Every time she was near him. Like magnets, one moved when the other did, her life fuelled by merely spending time with him; a power couple. All the things she wanted to do to him roamed through her head at light speed the moment she saw his perfectly sculpted physique move down the stairs. She found herself gravitating towards him, meeting him as he walked down the final step. Never had she allowed a man to do to her what Ethan did everyday. She yearned for him, clearly so as a soft whimper escaped her the moment their lips touched, taking the breath from her lungs, her mind immediately blanc, thinking of nothing but him. Jocelyn felt the pressure of his hands lifting her up. Arms wrapped around his neck, helping him lift her weight from the ground and wrapping her legs around his waist, clinging onto him like dear life. “How much?” She breathed, hands sliding down his neck to his cheeks, cupping them against her palms as she teased him, parting from the kiss but allowing their lips to brush against one another, her tongue flicking his upper lip. The smell of hard labour and salt filled her nostrils, a smell that strangely enough made her joints burn with passion and greediness.

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Nixon and Nixon always managed to stress Jocelyn out. The firm seemed to explode whenever she took a few days off. Her presence had been requested in Toronto for a case they absolutely needed her help with. Of course she nailed it, but she was pissed off by the fact it had kept her away from her husband and out of spite had pushed her cases to other lawyers at the firm to give her two whole weeks off. “Because if I don’t I’ll become a tyrant, and trust me, Miranda, you wouldn’t want me to become one. Remember the Morrison case in ‘09?” She spoke to her earpiece, climbing out of her Audi as she’d finally reached the driveway of her home after a way too long drive. “Exactly, so stop complaining, you’re in charge and I’ll see you next month.” She was known for being two faced. Lovely and kind as Jocelyn, but a wicked bitch as Mrs Nixon in the courtroom and in the office. It’s what made her efficient, but if people did right by her she wasn’t so bad and today had just happened to turn into a bad one. Her earpiece tossed into the car she made her way to the front door, where, once inside, she rested against. Her bag dropping next to her on the ground “Oh, daddy! I’m home!” She called out, teasingly and longingly at the same time. @vfdwrites 

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Full Name: Madison Campbell Nickname(s): Madi FC: Alicia Vikander Age: 1000+ DOB: Unkown Species: Reaper/Human (passes as) Gender: Female Sexuality: Pansexual Occupation: Nurse at general hospital Birthplace: Belfast, Ireland Alliance: Neutral. Positive Traits: Patient, Strong-Willed, Caring, Bright and Determined Negative Traits: Secretive, Lonely, Remorseful and Unpredictable

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Likes: Flowers, Honey in tea and visits to the beach. Dislikes: Temperatures over 34 Celcius, traveling by car or bus and Family: None Accent: Irish Do they smoke? No Do they drink? No Strengths: Able to think under pressure, sees the beauty in everything. Weaknesses: Her loneliness is crippling. Greatest Fear: Being the last on earth. Do they have a secret? Their species. The necklace she wears around her neck is her totem (used to control or kill her)

Biography

Madison’s past can not be explained, exactly. The longer Madison lives, the more she forgets. She knows she’s been around for hundreds of years, that she’s seen civilisations rise and fall and that she’s been present at all their deaths to give them safe passage to the afterlife. She remembers fragments of her human life, of how she was due to marry but that deceit turned her to what she is today. She believed in Giants, in the fairies that lived across the sea in Scotland and how she would one day see one. But a sister’s jealousy, one born with magic yet couldn’t stand that her human sister faired more happily in love than she did, cast a spell that caused Madison to wander into the lake and drown. She cannot remember what happened after that. Perhaps she died, perhaps she was saved on time. But when she opened her eyes, she looked into those pitch black, which should frighten her but this time gave her nothing but comfort. 

“My bones are old and weary.” The figure spoke, holding out a stretched hand for her to take and stand on her feet. She felt light, despite the wet dress she was wearing. “You can have a chance at a second life, but at a great cost.”

Perhaps Madison should’ve asked what this cost was, but she saw how weak the angel was, her eyes resting on the battered wing that was on his back, the other presumably ripped off. She accepted this chance, feeling her bones becoming stronger and her heart pumping faster. Her feet elevated from the ground, two large wings lifting her off yet her hand connected to his keeping her grounded. She doubted when the man asked her for a favour, handing her a totem, along with another one, saying that one was hers that she had to protect with her life, and that the other one was his -- one that he wished for her to destroy so that he could have his eternal sleep. She held him in her arms as he passed, his wing crumbling to dust, as did his body as she lay it to rest on the water of the lake. 

She never looked back to her old life. As if she’d turned around a page and knew that with her decision, family could no longer be a part of it. So she flew, traveling across the world and each night as she dreamed, received visions of her tasks and her responsibilities. And so years carried on. She stayed at places for as long as she could and left before the population would realise she did not grow any older. At first, it was hard for her to witness the deaths at her hand, but knew that they would no longer suffer. She carried herself to battlefields, to areas where the plague resided and always focused on the lives of others, rather than of her own. The less she saw other Reapers, the more Madison began to feel lonely. Was she one of the few left? Or was she alone? She came close to even consider having her totem destroyed when she heard of Duskmoor. She heard of the supernatural focused city, living in harmony with the humans. She decided that there was where she could live in freedom, though she never mentions what she is, afraid that if someone would become afraid at the word, she would lose another place she could potentially call home. 

[alicenthightower]

Jessica Henwick photographed by Stas Komarovski for Interview Magazine (Feb. 2017)

Nearly all of the rebel fighter [Jessika Pava’s] scenes were filmed on a pivoting platform while Henwick communicated via walkie-talkie. “Most people couldn’t take more than ten minutes, and I was like, ‘Keep going!’“ she recalls. “Most of my lines were improvised; I just made them up.”

[epiphanies]

Chris Evans for Modern Weekly

[flawlessbeautyqueens]

[On her dream role:] All the parts I’ve enjoyed playing the most I didn’t know about until they appeared, or it was something I read and fell in love with. I was so excited at the Abu Dhabi Louvre because as a kid I was obsessed with Egyptian mythology and I saw the statue of Ramesses II. I read Ramesses books when I was like 10, I loved it. Cleopatra is one of the historical characters that I find very interesting and read about her a lot, so maybe her.

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