myth weaver

[fablealyn]

✼ ҉ fablealyn ҉ ✼ — an independent multimuse ft. characters from mythology, literature, tv & movies | mutuals & 21+ only | est. 2017 | ✼ ҉ MUSE LIST ҉ ✼

( please read the rules & stuff under the cut )

hello! My name is Robin ( she/they ). I’m 33 & married. I’ve been here writing since 2012. this blog was revamped in 2017, but I’ve just come back from a looooong hiatus. & I work full time so I'm not always here. You can usually reach me on IM or discord. Come and talk to me if you’d like to write or plot, or just chat! 

I am mutuals only. Meaning that I will only do threads, ask replies and plot with mutuals. This is nothing against you if we’re not mutuals – it just helps me keep my dashboard from getting too wild.

I am multi-ship and multi-verse. I ship mainly based on chemistry but I’m happy to give it a try if you’re interested in shipping our muses. & I do not write smut.

NON RP BLOGS please do not reblog my posts, whether that be threads, headcanons, etc. liking is fine though!

Please no drama! I am old & tired and just here for fun.

I am no longer writing starters unless we’ve plotted something. If you want to write, come chat with me, send me a meme or jump on one of my open threads.

I'm MORE than happy to write without icons and/or gifs. I don't have that many of my muses so it's honestly a little easier.

If you're on mobile and can't trim the posts, don't worry I'm happy to do it for you!

I’m open to pretty much any sort of plot. Darker themes are welcomed, as long as we talk about things ahead of time. Any triggering subjects will be tagged. If I miss something, please don’t hesitate to tell me!

Minor god-modding is accepted if it makes sense for the scene. Don’t assume control of my characters without prior discussion.

Icon coloring PSDs come from HERE & HERE & HERE

[fablealyn]

send me memes

[grlstlker]

too obsessive for anything casual i need to be the only one and i need you to consume me

[fablealyn]

— little wolf

[fablealyn]

@falling-for-a-fantasy ( fabian ) | cont.

Max stares at the plastic menu, going over the seemingly endless options. He’s still getting used to Coach Price — Ryan’s generosity, he really didn’t know how to approach Fabian. Mainly because Fabian is sort of terrifying. For one, he’s the prettiest man Max has ever seen. He might actually be the prettiest person Max has ever seen. Two, he’s a superstar; people recognize him on the street and his songs are on the radio. It’s unreal that Max is sitting in a dingy diner with him. And three, Fabian is pushy, but in the good way that makes Max feel like he can do more than he thinks he can. He can see why Ryan loves him.

Max shakes his head, finally looking up at the other man. “No, coach lets me eat pretty much anything so long as I make weight.” And with his lack of appetite lately, that’s been a struggle. “Maybe…” He looks at the menu again, at the list of beyond sweet pancakes and waffles. “What do you usually get?”

[fablealyn]

can someone tell me how to make a subjects hair longer in photopea or some editing software without using ai ???? color is fine, texture is fine, I just need it longer 🫠

[fablealyn]

or if I can pay someone like $10 to edit two photos for me ???

[fablealyn]

can someone tell me how to make a subjects hair longer in photopea or some editing software without using ai ???? color is fine, texture is fine, I just need it longer 🫠

[lucifersresources]

ethel cain // willoughby tucker, i'll always love you rp meme.

edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!  

janie.

hold me.

i wanna die in this room.

i'm easy to hate, easy to blame.

come on, hurt me.

come on, hurt me. i'm wide open & deserving.

please don't leave me.

please don't leave me, i'll always need more.

i know she's your girl now, but she was my girl first.

she was my girl first.

i can see the end in the beginning of everything.

you don't want me.

i still play pretend like i won't watch you leaving.

i will always love you.

it's not looking good, but did it ever?

i will wait.

you'll keep changing, i will stay the same.

i know you love her.

i know you love her, but she was my sister first.

fuck me eyes.

she really gets around town.

she's gonna get what she wants.

her nails are heartbreak red.

she's a bad motherfucker.

all the boys wanna love her.

all the boys wanna love her when she bats her fuck me eyes.

they say she looks just like her momma before the drugs.

she really taught me well.

she's no good at raising children, but she's good at raising hell.

she's just along for the ride.

she's just tryna feel good right now.

they all wanna take her out but no one ever wants to take her home.

what ya do with all that mouth?

if you're not scared of jesus, fuck around and come find out.

fuck around and come find out.

when she leaves, they never see her wiping her fuck me eyes.

no one ever wants to take her home.

i'll never blame her.

i kinda hate her.

i'll never blame her, i kinda hate her.

i'll never be that kind of angel.

i'll never be kind enough to me.

i'll never blame her for trying to make it.

i'll never be the kind of angel he would see.

nettles.

we were in a race to grow up.

the doctors gave you till the end of the night, but not till daylight.

time passes slower in the flicker of the hospital light.

i pray the race is worth the fight.

i made a fool of myself.

it wasn't pretty like the movies.

it wasn't pretty like the movies, it was ugly like what they all did to me.

they did to me what i wouldn't do to anyone.

tell me all the time not to worry & think of all the time i'll have with you.

i won't wake up on my own.

held close all the time, knowing i'm half of you.

to love me is to suffer me.

you'll go fight a war, i'll go missing.

i warned you.

for me, it's not that hard.

i wanna bleed, i wanna hurt the way that boys do.

maybe you're right & we should stop watching the news.

i've never seen brown eyes look so blue.

think of us inside.

this was all for you.

gardenias on the tile, where it made no difference who held back from who.

dust bowl.

he's watching me.

all of alabama laid out in front of your eyes, but all you could see was me.

all you could see was me.

you were kind.

you were dying to tell me you'll wait if i have to make sure.

i can keep you.

i can keep you a moment.

grew up hard, fell off harder.

grew up hard, fell off harder, cooking our brains smoking that shit your daddy smoked.

you'd be a writer if he didn't leave all his hell for you.

if you could, you'd leave it all.

i knew it was love.

i knew it was love when i rode home crying thinking of you fucking other girls.

but when you said that you're in love, i never wondered if you're sure.

you said that you're in love.

pretty boy, consumed by death.

a knock at the door.

you're not scared.

everything i've loved, i've loved it straight to death.

i'm still scared.

no one should ever see their friend they've known since they were kids foam up and bite it on the floor.

you never need to call my name.

i love it all the same.

i know you by your knock on the door.

i know you by your footsteps on the floor.

tempest.

can you hear them?

you're too late.

i'll hurt myself if i want.

i don't care.

do you swing from your neck with the hope someone cares?

please, just go easy on me.

i am young and naïve, i don't know what i need.

i don't know what i need.

i can lead you to bed, but i can't make you sleep.

i've heard it before.

i've heard it before from someone who leaves.

i stil dream of violence.

don't ask me why i hate myself.

death, it takes too long.

don't ask me why i hate myself as i'm circling the drain.

waiting on my own, always on my own.

always on my own.

you come around here just to watch me writhe.

am i what you think about all late at night?

someone take me home.

i wanna go home.

take me out of the dark.

it's no good.

it's no good, i'm gonna regret this.

i'm gonna regret this forever.

waco, texas.

my honey's heart is blue.

he's running out of daylight.

my baby acts cool.

my baby acts cool, but they all know something ain't right.

something ain't right.

i keep the pictures hanging where the world can see 'em.

i hope we die today.

save me.

you were there, looking for me.

i was gone, turned my back for a moment and you had fallen apart.

you had fallen apart.

they've been promising the lights as we beg for our lives.

now the weight's too much.

i can't hold you anymore.

how much of a cruel year can you call my fault?

not even the memories are immortal.

i'm terrified on this side of a conversation we'll never come back from.

i'll never live it down.

goddamnit, i did it to myself.

i liked him coz his rule was 'do whatever you like'.

i tried, alright.

now i'll wear these scars for life.

i loved you when it hurt.

i loved you when it hurt inside to.

you know i'd do anything for you.

you know it's true.

i swore i'd be good to you.

i swore i'd be good to you, then sat & watched as you walked away from me.

you walked away from me.

you've changed, but did i ever know you?

did i ever know you? or did i hold you facing away from me?

do you hate me?

when this is over, maybe then we'll get some sleep.

i've been picking names for our children, you've been wondering how you're gonna feed them.

love is not enough.

love is not enough in this world.

but i still believe in nebraska dreaming.

i'd rather die than be anything but your girl.

i never meant to hurt you.

i never meant to hurt you, but somehow i knew i would.

will it be like this forever?

i'd reach into your body & fix you if i could.

will i feel like this forever?

are you angry? do you hate me?

darling, time may forgive me, but i won't.

to be known the way you should is to put yourself through hell.

i waited and tried till it killed me.

it killed me.

i can wait if i want, but it'll never be good enough.

it'll never be good enough like i want to believe it is.

it is you.

[7l7l7l7l7l7l7l7]

yall ever miss your own energy?? like damn wtf happened to me??

[fablealyn]

@falling-for-a-fantasy ( luca ) | cont.

Max can’t stay asleep, Luca can’t get up. They would make a good match as far as roommates go. At the very least, he’d be able to make sure Luca isn’t late to anything.

“Uh…” Max squints at the admittedly good artwork. It’s a bee, or wasp — with cool looking spikes on its hands, yeah, but a wasp. The details don’t do really anything to help him remember exactly what the Pokémon is called though. His Pokémon knowledge is basic as best. Which has him pretty much losing this game they’re playing. But he’s having fun. And if there’s anything Max needs more of, it’s fun. “Okay,” he laughs as he sits up. “Now you’re just fuckin with me. That’s literally just a wasp, dude!”

[fablealyn]

GET TO KNOW ME !!

nickname: robin zodiac: virgo sun, libra moon, cancer rising last movie I saw: the sheep detectives last thing I googled: local campgrounds favorite musician: sleep token, ethel cain, post malone ( his old stuff ), djo song stuck in my head: that's the way it is - celine dion favorite song: euclid - sleep token, waco texas - ethel cain, hit this hard - post malone other blogs: just sigrvif, but she’s inactive because I moved sigyn here. oldbagofteeth is my personal if you wanna keep up with that do I get asks: not often following: 98 amount of sleep: typically between 6-7 hours lucky number: 13 currently wearing: sweats dream job: sin-eater or shoe shine boy in the 40s, but also author dream trip: ireland & korea favorite food: breakfast foods play any instruments: nope just sing languages: english, very little spanish random fact: i have to build a life sized dilophosaurus head for summer reading in a week describe yourself aesthetically: half baked bog witch goblin core library

tagged by: swiped from @afroggycollective tagging: anyone!

[moonsmemes]

Let's get rough : Prompts for manhandling and other rough situations

(Throat) - sender grabs reciever by their throat

(jaw) - sender takes hold of recievers jaw harshly

(wrist) - sender has hold of recievers wrist / wrists

(twist) - sender twists reciever's arms behind their back

(bind) - sender restrains reciever with item of choice

(pull) - sender pulls reciever roughly to them

(drag) - sender drags reciever to / away from something

(hair) - sender pulls or controls receiver by their hair

(pin) - sender pins reciever to the wall

(knife) - sender uses a knife against reciever as a threat

(nick) - sender nicks reciever with a knife

(push) - sender pushes reciever roughly

(eyes) - sender forces receiver to look at them

(neck) - sender grabs the back of reciever's neck

(smack) -sender slaps reciever

(grip) - sender grabs reciever by their shirt

(gag) - sender forces reciever to stay quiet (with hand or with a gag)

(strike) - sender hits reciever with their hand or other item

(kneel) - sender forces reciever to kneel

[fablealyn]

fell down the stairs today 🫠

[goth-queen]

[asgardianhammer]

[ ϟ ]—– The force of that particular gathering would no doubt have shattered mortal bone; against him, vast and mighty, it landed like comfortable press, and it is answered without any hesitation.

Arms closed around their great frame as best they could, muscles cording and broad hand smoothing once somewhere near their protruding shoulder and ribs where the purr thundered deepest.

The god remembered, suddenly and sharply, their mother's arms around him in ages past, and somehow that memory ached now.

And how did this creature made for loneliness even know how to hold another so tenderly...

Once finally set down, still clutching their hand, the god followed without a word, the only sound a chortle rolling loud and warm outward as he was guided deeper into the forest. Moss swallowed the thuds of steps, branches bent aside easily, almost as if the forest knew their heart and parted willingly.

The den came into view; thunderer's gaze was captured by the sight of it, the details of braided organs and flowers, trinkets and acorns deliberately placed. Home, beautiful in the raw, honest way of a wolf's den, or a raven's nest, made by loving, caring hands, and made to endure and protect.

Bright ceruleans followed the gestures, the bed of moss touched so proudly, and something fond rose within him to curl warm through his core.

They had made this, and before he could comment they bolted again, all bounding limbs and excited urgency, the enthusiasm of it all coaxing the As to follow.

A small clearing indeed, yet it was perfect, a place carved out beside their own that could serve as a dwelling.

For a long moment the god stared at it all, examining the area before looking back to Moder, smile bright as the sun breaking upon thunderer's lips.

' You would keep space for me here?'

Already he could imagine it, timber walls silvered with rain, and smoke curling through the pine boughs, and the sound of their strange delighted humming beyond the door.

' I would like that, very much. If... your humans will allow it?'

[fablealyn]

No matter how much time has passed — and it had surely been centuries since Moder had been embraced so tenderly — the beast remembered the motions. From memories of long ago and what they had witnessed the humans do.

She was careful to not squeeze too tight and cause him harm. Though the grip was far tighter than one any of the humans might survive. Yet another reason she missed their kin.

“Hu-mans… will… hmm… acc-ep-t.” They promised, each letter of the words pronounced too harshly. Their mouth felt strange. Almost tired from the motions and energy it took to form words. Though it was the good kind of tired; the kind Moder would happily suffer again and again if it meant having companionship more often. More so than whatever the humans could provide her. “Mm… more gods… prote-ct… them.” If the humans provided the offerings for Thor that is.

“They… do not… come here.” Attention directed back to their nest briefly, pride still warm in their eyes. “This far…” There was, on occasion, a human or two who had wandered too close and happened upon Moder’s nest. Neither of which had been one of hers, and their reaction to Moder’s presence had been less than enthusiastic. And neither had met a rather awful demise. The beast had a temper at times.

“My… dwel-ling…” A protective surge rose in cavernous chest. “Ours.” She corrected, sharp teeth forming a vicious smile.

A boney hand waved toward the tree line where they had come from. Farther beyond where they had been. Closer to the human’s small village was where most gifts were placed. “Leave… off-er…ings… there.” There were only few occasions when Moder would enter their lodgings. When those precious to her required aide, and she would heal whatever wounds or aches they suffered.

“Which… do you… like…?” She imaged the gifts the great Thor might receive. Gold and treasures, blood and bones. Her own humans did not have much material items, their offerings were never so… sparkling. Say for the very few trinkets Moder had been given.

[thoughtcascades]

sorry i act weird when i’m uncomfortable and also when i’m comfortable

[payingtheprice]

"I always wished I stayed in school longer," He muses, eyes skirting around the room briefly before returning to Kip. It's strange, he thinks, but there's something naturally calming about the other man that doesn't make him immediately want to leave this conversation and spend the next several hours letting his anxiety eviscerate every moment of it. "It would have been nice to learn about stuff like that." He knows nothing about Art History. Not even enough to maybe fake his way through the conversation and he wonders if he should apologize for that.

The question about who he's playing for this year makes Ryan deflate slightly. It's a standard question, usually one of the first that people ask him. Because every year, it seems to be different. He'd been pathetically excited last year when Buffalo hadn't traded him. But then...well then the panic attack had happened and now he has to do it all again. "Toronto," Ryan forces a smile. "Are you a hockey fan? Apart from uh, Hunter. Obviously."

[fablealyn]

Shrugging, Kip leans back against his chair. He lets out a breathy laugh. “Honestly, no. I didn’t really watch it until I met him. My dad did though, so I knew some stuff.” Scott certainly changed that. “Toronto’s nice. I was there like… I dunno, five years ago? Just visiting. Saw mostly touristy stuff but it was fun. They have a pretty vibrant queer scene.” The change in Ryan’s posture doesn’t go unnoticed. Nor did the sheer amount of anxious energy rolling off of the giant beside him. Going back to their previous subject might help with whatever hesitation Ryan’s experiencing.

“And no offense, but I still like Art history more. Grad school is hard, but I like learning. So if that’s something you want to do there’s always time to study when you retire. Not that you’re anywhere close to that.” He adds hurriedly. Athletes do tend to retire earlier than most other professionals, but Ryan Price is still young and plays exceedingly well from what’s Kip’s seen and heard. He has no idea why Ryan’s traded as often as he is, but judging by the uneasy expression, Kip doesn’t think he wants to talk about it. “You could just take random classes too about something you’re interested in. But, obviously school isn’t for everyone, so just tell me to shut up if I’m offending you or anything.”