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Updated Muse List
Main Muses:
Roxanne Fury
Marvel OC
Niece of Nick Fury
FC: Zoe Saldana
Darren Webb
Marvel OC
Grandson of Madame Webb
FC: Chris Zylka
Conner Webb
Indie OC
Older brother of Darren
FC: Ian Somerhalder
Johnnie Wicker
Supernatural OC
Georgia Based Demon Hunter and Musician
FC: Antonia Thomas
Daniel O'Neil
Indie OC
Coworkers with Roxanne
FC: Charlie Hunnam
Courtney Slayter
Fandomless OC
Horror Movie Inspired
FC: Kat Graham
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More NPCS
Relevant Connection: Darren Webb
Conner Webb
Older brother
Blacksmith
Grifter
Skank
Relevant Connection: Roxanne Fury
Daniel O'Neil
Coworker
Rugby Athlete
Dependable but nosy
Smitten but too cowardly to confess
Relevant Connection: Johnnie Wicker
Tiana La'Roux
Restaurant owner
Magically gifted
Ambitious and resourceful
Relevant Connection: Conner Webb
Isra
Guardian Angel
Accidentally summoned by Conner
Will shape shift into a form most attractive to the viewer
Good intentions but judgemental
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more medieval/royalty forbbiden love plots for y’all
i. muse a and muse b were close friends throughout childhood, eventually falling in love. however, life draws them apart and they never see each other again… until the day in which muse a, of higher ranking, meets their betrothed arranged by their parents. by their side, their closest friend, is muse b.
ii. muse a is a well-instructed commoner, a humble person with a brilliant mind and dreams of being an inventor. they’re given the one-in-a-lifetime opportunity to meet with their country’s monarch and present a project to them so it may be financed. in the palace, they cross pathes with muse b, the monarch’s child who can seldom leave the palace. muse b takes personal interest in muse a and they keep finding excuses to meet, even with the knowledge that this love could never be.
iii. muse a is not merely the newest, unwitting courtier. they’ve been put in muse b’s palace with very specific finalties: grow close to them, gather information and destroy them. kill them with their own hands, if they must. unfortunately for them, they fall in love with muse b in the process. twist: they fall in love with one of muse b’s relatives, as in their sibling or spouse.
iv. muse a and muse b come from very different kingdoms. different languages, different religions, different cultures. still, they meet in a diplomatic meeting in which muse a is host in muse b’s palace so they may talk. something spark between them and, between letters and meetings that stray beyond politics, they find the desire to be with each other.
Courtney: Oh my god, is that a wedding ring? When did you get that?
Roxy: *just waking up after going out to celebrate the Knicks win* I uh...dont know
New York Knicks 2026 Eastern Conference Champions
Johnnie: Where is Roxy?
Courtney: *face in her hands* On the streets...with the rest of New York
Roxy and Darren: 🎉💥🏆🏀🎇💥💥💥
//paralives has heights. gonna see if i can just shove the girls in one household
No display of strength would ever sway Johnnie in any manner. In her head, she was the strongest in town. No contest. "Put that thing away. It ain't no good to ya now." Johnnie sucks her teeth, keeping one hand firmly on his shoulder as if worried he'll dash on her. Unless he had silver bullets, that gun was only good for shooting her. "Everything I say is often bullshit. Don't matter."
Brows furrow as he speaks, an annoyed groan rumbling in her chest. "No. I'm not having this argument again. This is my hunt, not one of your investigations. In 24 hours who or what killed those idiots will be dead and gone. Case closed." Both arms reach around him almost as if she's going for a hug, hunter clasping a silver chain necklace around his neck. "Go home, Mati."
Rolling his eyes, he tucked the gun in the concealment holster. Suppose it wouldn't help him if this, whatever she was actually after, wouldn't be affected by everyday bullets. It would explain why she was out here with a knife; the metal was probably one designed for this. Don't tell him it was silver, because he'd be really annoyed if that was one of those leaned on myths that turned out to be fact. “You're cute, and I kind of like being pushed around by you sometimes, but right now? Kiss my ass.”
Consistently lying to him and keeping him away from the rough shit was annoying. What was he supposed to do when he ran into something without her around to push him out of the way? Die? “We both know I'm in more danger from you lying to me half the time and trying to keep ahead of my investigations. Me being here isn't going to stop you from killing whatever this is.”
His hand pulls at the chain she put on him. Yup, silver.
Spitting in the grass, she fishes out a few silver bullets from her jacket pocket. Hand out in an offer. Arguing with him was pointless. He'd keep coming back and he'd keep ignoring her warnings. "Ya better write in your will that anything that happens to you while you're with me is not my fault. I'm not becoming a pariah just because you can't take a hint."
Johnnie guarded this town viciously. In her head, nothing dangerous lived here for longer than 48 hours. She was 24/7 pest control. If she had it her way, he'd never get to see anything supernatural before she could kill it first.
"If you're going to play sidekick, I'm expecting ya to follow orders for once. Understand? One mess up and this thing is framing you for murders you didn't even do. It likes pretty and it likes popular. So it's likely already wearing your face if it's already seen you tonight."
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A beat. Once small sniff is all it takes to confirm this isn't her target. Johnnie finally processing who she's snatched, only letting go to get a better look at him. "Mateo? I told ya to stop trying through the woods at night. Ain't nothing out here but freaks with knives." Pause. The hunter glancing at her own knife before putting it away.
"You gotta get out of here. I'm wolf hunting and I don't need ya in my way." Johnnie would have to escort him out personally to make sure he got out safe. Damn so much for dealing with the shifter tonight.
Rolling his eyes, he pulls a pistol to show that he isn't hanging out at night with nothing to protect himself with. “I do have a weapon and, c'mon, I could have thrashed your ass if I really wanted to.” Johnnie's refusal to understand that Mati was pretty damn strong was the biggest failure of his career. Drawing in a breath, he lets it out in a huff. “That sounds like bullshit.”
Hunting a wolf with a knife, did she think he was born yesterday? “I know there is something out here far more dangerous than a wolf. I've been following its trail.” This was some paranormal shit, it had to be. Two dumbasses dicking around with occult shit, he had found signs of it in their rooms after talking himself in. “A couple of shitheads were murdered by this thing, and based on the report, it wasn't by a wolf.”
No display of strength would ever sway Johnnie in any manner. In her head, she was the strongest in town. No contest. "Put that thing away. It ain't no good to ya now." Johnnie sucks her teeth, keeping one hand firmly on his shoulder as if worried he'll dash on her. Unless he had silver bullets, that gun was only good for shooting her. "Everything I say is often bullshit. Don't matter."
Brows furrow as he speaks, an annoyed groan rumbling in her chest. "No. I'm not having this argument again. This is my hunt, not one of your investigations. In 24 hours who or what killed those idiots will be dead and gone. Case closed." Both arms reach around him almost as if she's going for a hug, hunter clasping a silver chain necklace around his neck. "Go home, Mati."
@sleuthscreams
It just wouldn't die. Three months. Johnnie had been dealing with this shifter sliding out from between her fingers for months on end. Irritation was setting it or maybe it was the malnutrition. The hunter was starting to miss hot meals. When city limits are crossed and Johnnie processes where they've landed, the severity of her aggravation peaks.
No more
The shifter likes hiking trails. Johnnie concealed amongst the trees, ears primed for moment so she can finish it off. Once it was done she could eat, bathe, eat again. One voice that sounds like many. Switching as if trying on shoes. That has to be it.
Johnnie hopping from cover, silver blade primed. "Listen Ive had enough of this. Either you die or I do."
Mateo had been on the trail of something for a while now. He hadn't known exactly what he was investigating, only that it tracked back to a few idiot delinquent occult wannabes who'd gotten themselves killed. Cops had zero leads. Then again, the police were always negligent when it came to situations outside the usual laws of nature. He, however, wasn't tied down by disbelief.
He was on the trail, with whatever snack he'd pulled out of his glove compartment in his hands. Having been led here by a clue. And that's when someone... something... had gone for him. Mati had managed to give it the slip, using his vocal skills to cover his ass. Confusing it by throwing his voice, making sure it had no idea what direction he was fleeing in. And then...
Someone else had grabbed him.
“Oh, c'mon!” He sighs, so he wasn't the only one searching the trail. “Take a beat before you do something you regret! Like killing an innocent stranger with a blade I'm betting is meant for less human creatures.”
A beat. Once small sniff is all it takes to confirm this isn't her target. Johnnie finally processing who she's snatched, only letting go to get a better look at him. "Mateo? I told ya to stop trying through the woods at night. Ain't nothing out here but freaks with knives." Pause. The hunter glancing at her own knife before putting it away.
"You gotta get out of here. I'm wolf hunting and I don't need ya in my way." Johnnie would have to escort him out personally to make sure he got out safe. Damn so much for dealing with the shifter tonight.
@sleuthscreams
It just wouldn't die. Three months. Johnnie had been dealing with this shifter sliding out from between her fingers for months on end. Irritation was setting it or maybe it was the malnutrition. The hunter was starting to miss hot meals. When city limits are crossed and Johnnie processes where they've landed, the severity of her aggravation peaks.
No more
The shifter likes hiking trails. Johnnie concealed amongst the trees, ears primed for moment so she can finish it off. Once it was done she could eat, bathe, eat again. One voice that sounds like many. Switching as if trying on shoes. That has to be it.
Johnnie hopping from cover, silver blade primed. "Listen Ive had enough of this. Either you die or I do."
"No way in hell, sweets. I don't care how brown your eyes are."
"Stronger than me? I don't believe that one bit. Arm on the table, let's prove it."
