Mega Multi-Muse RP

"I'm nothing in my soul if not obsessive." 21+ Low Activity, Private Mutuals-Only Multi-Muse, Multi-Fandom RP Account; Feat. muses from GOT, Gossip Girl, The Wilds, IT, Umbrella Academy, X-Men, Harry Potter, Buffyverse, The WB, Lucifer, Euphoria, Shameless, and more! Open to OCs and Crossovers

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Updated Muse List

Main Muses (Always Available)

Stan Uris (IT)

Richie Tozier (IT)

Harry Potter (Harry Potter)

Remus Lupin (Harry Potter)

Ella Lopez (Lucifer)

Five (Umbrella Academy)

Vanya (Umbrella Academy)

Jean Grey (X-men)

Jules Vaughn (Euphoria)

Ethan Golden (Euphoria)

Allison Reynolds (The Breakfast Club)

Mickey Milkovich (Shameless)

Kenny McCormick (South Park)

Charlie Pace (Lost; @lcstneverfcund)

By Request (Via IM or Meme)

- James “Sawyer” Ford (Lost; @lcstneverfcund)

- Ronald Weasley (Harry Potter)

- Meriadoc Brandybuck (LOTR--Film Based)

- Diego Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)

- Peter Hayes (Divergent)

- Lex Luthor (Smallville)

- Cordelia Chase (Buffyverse)

- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce (Buffyverse)

- Charles Gunn (Buffyverse)

- Lorne (Buffyverse)

- Rupert Giles (Buffyverse)

- Tara Maclay (Buffyverse)

- Joey Potter (Dawson’s Creek)

- Drue Valentine (Dawson’s Creek)

- Ryan Atwood (The OC)

- Dan Humphrey (Gossip Girl)

- Ellie Nash (Degrassi)

- James Cook (Skins UK)

- Dee Reynolds (It’s Always Sunny)

- Henry Winter (The Secret History)

- Steff Huntington (Pretty In Pink)

- Keven Dolenz (St. Elmo’s Fire @lcve-sucks )

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distoretion​:

“Well, I was trying to start my own business after graduating, and while I was traveling there I happened to find a great place to set up shop!” Dis explained, thinking back on her first day in the strange and sleepy little town she now called home. “It just seemed like the perfect fit, so I took a chance on moving there.”

Dis swallowed her own sip of drink, licking the sweet alcohol from her lips before replying. “I run a private investigations agency, mostly for issues relating to the magical community. Technically I do a little of everything, rituals, spellcraft, potions, but it’s all about using those tools to help solve people’s problems when the supernatural is involved.”

Ella raised her eyebrows, clearly impressed by the girl’s entrepreneurial spirit. She had never started anything of her own, even when she worked with cars. “Wow! Seems like it would be expensive. I take it it’s turning out well then. I mean coming out here isn’t cheap,” she stated.

Ella’s smile faltered briefly at the mention of magic. The only magic she knew of was Wiccan. She didn’t like being one of those kinds of Catholics but sometimes it could be hard not to judge. “Ooohhh,” she said after a minute. “Well--have you ever considered opening up a place out here? I mean there are tons of new agey hippies out here. I’m sure they’d be interested,” she suggested instead of admitting she didn’t really believe in magic. Clearly, some people did and some people didn’t believe in her religion either.

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scribedhorror​:

The writer shrugged one shoulder, still not fully convinced, although he did manage to coax a soft, only slightly sad, smile to his lips as he held the other’s stormy gaze. There were mysteries behind those eyes and Bill didn’t think he’d ever get tired of trying to solve them. Nor would he ever get tired of looking into them. Every time he did he knew that Stan would be able to see how much he was adored. He had never really been good at hiding his emotions, not if someone knew what they were looking for and his ocean blue eyes were often the very first giveaway.

“Sometimes they end up being the same thing,” he answered, hoping that would never be the case for Stan now that he knew the other man didn’t see it as a negative. “That’s not true.” Not form where Bill stood anyway. “You’ve always been strong all on your own. I think… Sometimes you were just afraid of it, but it was always there.” 

His hand squeezed back before lifting the digits to his lips so that he could press a soft kiss to them. “You were part of my strength too.” They may have both been strong in their own right — Bill a little more confident in his own — but they did draw strength from each other. They all had.

Stan was never surprised that Bill became a writer. Not because he spoke the most beautiful words or told the most interesting stories, although those elements had been there since childhood as well. No, Bill’s wisdom had always made him special. The observations he made about Stan now showed why he functioned as the group’s mouthpiece, its conscience. “Sometimes,” he replied with a wry smile. “But never with you.” 

His brow furrowed thoughtfully. His therapist said he had so many phobias she could barely parse them all out. Perhaps the root of those fears was as simple as Bill described. “I guess I never thought I deserved to be brave,” he admitted. The idea sounded strange in his own ears. Bravery was something you did not something you earned. Yet he consistently expressed so much anxiety as a youth, he thought that somehow disqualified him from even trying.

Stan clasped tightly to Bill’s hand, admiring the short, worn fingers tangled in his longer ones. How did those fingers manage all the keys on the piano? “I believe that you believe that,” he teased. “The losers have always needed one another. That’s our very spirit.” They came together when they had no one else.

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vindictiveolympianqueen​:

Hera had reached out to take the flask, but stopped when he explained. Her arm dropped back down as she stared at him. She was utterly and genuinely baffled by his statement. ❝More?❞ she asked, not harshly, but, almost confused.

Despite knowing how Harry felt about her, it had never occurred to her that he would want to take this further. More than content with how things were with them, she was happy. So happy that she hadn’t even considered more. She opened her mouth to say something else but closed it again. ❝I….I didn’t realize that was something you wanted.❞ It was all she could say because it was the truth. She was well and truly caught off guard by it, but, it wasn’t a an altogether unpleasant thought. Her next words were quiet, soft, unsure. ❝Why me?❞

As she asked the question back to him, he realized he had no good answer. Whatever he thought should come next lay just outside of his imagination. He never thought someone could love him at all and so he certainly didn’t know what to do with that love now that he may have had it.

He shrugged and nodded, a cloud of confusion behind his eyes. “I mean--yeah. I think that’s right. Isn’t that normal? I--I don’t know what more means for me, for us,” he corrected. “But I want to find out.” Her second question surprised him far more. She always acted so haughty and self-assured, like anyone would be lucky to have her and he was lucky. “I dunno. I mean, I haven’t ever gotten this close to someone. Against all odds, I think we’re good together. We may not make any logical sense by the rules of society.” He paused and smiled at her. “But I’m fairly well used to that.”

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maxtheewclfe​:

“Most aren’t,” Max agreed. Sure he was being a bit rude but it wasn’t so much him not being open minded it was him being untrusting of new people. He knew that friends would come and go but he wasn’t going to say that to her. 

“Again, most people here are open to that,” he reiterated as he glanced down at his phone before slipping it into his pocket. “You’re in a place where most of us grew up with each other. It’s not always easy to be welcomed into an established friend group here. Though you don’t really know them and you don’t know me.” Max certainly didn’t care for certain opinions but he had his own worries and things that he cared about.

Jules sighed, quick to give up when it felt like she just didn’t fit in. “Well, New York’s always kind of been my dream,” she admitted. Pace University was where she wanted to be and she heard Constance would help her get there. “But let me guess, lots of people say that too.” She could at least anticipate the insult.

She smiled sadly at his defensiveness. “I thought this was one of the biggest cities in the world! Yet you all mostly know each other?” She asked, genuinely curious. That narrow association seemed sad to her when there was Greenwich and Brooklyn, so many other places to explore. “Or does the open-mindedness not extend North of 96th street?” 

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tnott​:

“We’ve always had some things in common,” Theo said, deliberately leaving the sentence vague. After all, We both witnessed our mothers’ deaths in tragic accidents at a young age was a little more personal information than Theo was willing to give Harry. “I owled her a few years ago with questions about a subfossil I’d found. I wasn’t certain what kind of creature it was from, but I thought she might know. She’s become quite the naturalist since leaving school. She was able to identify it, and we’ve kept in touch since, albeit rather sporadically.”

Some finds were easy to classify. A winged horse was a winged horse, straightforward and obvious, even if the specific breed couldn’t be determined from the skeletal remains. Others, like the bones of what had turned out to be a grindylow, were more puzzling.

Glancing back at Harry, she said, “I liked Professor Lupin. I know Draco liked to mock him for being shabby, but he was the best Defense teacher we ever had. And he never treated me badly for being in Slytherin. He used to let me do my homework in his office sometimes, when the prefects were in Hogsmeade and the common room was too noisy. I was disappointed when he resigned.”

Remus Lupin’s teaching style hadn’t just made an impact on Harry. It had made an impact on Theo, too, and she had plans for hands-on activities in her own classes. One of the reasons she’d spent all that time studying archaeology at the Muggle university in Cardiff was because archaeology was a way to find tangible evidence of the past. It was history that you could touch.

“I’m trying to plan assignments that are more interactive and engaging,” she said. “I want to make the students think. Binns merely made us memorize names and dates and regurgitate them on command. But that’s not really learning. You can memorize all the names and dates in the world and still not understand any of the historical dynamics or events. So I’m going to focus on the word why, instead of when or who.”

She smiled and added, “I think my favorite assignment so far is one I’ll be giving my Fifth Years, to catch them up on what the missed with Binns. I’m giving them a list of one hundred notable figures from the past century, and the students have to create a seating arrangement for a dinner party with ten people at ten tables – one that won’t result in shouting or bloodshed. I’m less interested in whom they seat where than I am in their reasoning for their decisions.”

It occurred to Harry how little he had kept in touch with people from school as she spoke. Aside from Hermione, Ron, and Luna, he tended to avoid most people from those years. What had ever happened to Neville Longbottom? Or even more obscurely, Ernie or Pansy? He only really kept track of the ones he interacted with at the ministry. “Hmm, interesting. So what were you doing in the interim; I assume it related to history.” After all, he got his position because he’d actually been in the field and by the sound of her fossils, so had she.

Harry’s gaze fell to his tea at the mention of Remus. He missed the man desperately and did all he could to check in with Teddy. He didn’t really want to explain to her that he was more family than mentor to him. “Yes well, resigned is the tactful word for it,” he replied, smacking his lips in faint irritation with Draco even after all these years. “He was a werewolf, if you didn’t know. Clearly, the Malfoys didn’t appreciate that. I wonder if we’ll ever overcome such a ridiculous prejudice. He was an honorable man,” he said as flatly as he could despite the emotion stirring in his chest. He had quickly remembered why he rarely chose to play catch up with people.

Luckily, she didn’t dwell too long on their departed professor. The excitement he felt hearing her ideas surprised him. “Historical dynamics? I barely remember the names and dates. When was that thing with the giants again?” He asked, half joking. History had been, by far, the hardest subject to engage at Hogwarts. Even Hermione bordered on sleeping during the lectures. 

Harry laughed at the simplicity of the assignment. Yet it sounded very engaging. He almost wanted to take a stab at himself. “That sounds fascinating!” He replied honestly. “I certainly wouldn’t have the slightest idea how to do that.” There was a reason he hadn’t even considered trying for a history N.E.W.T. and he couldn’t help wondering if she had. “You might focus on those patterns of discrimination and dangerous behavior while you’re at it,” he suggested. The one thing he learned about wizarding history was that, just like muggle history, it tended to repeat itself.

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scribedhorror​:

The writer could practically feel the grin on the brunette’s face beaming at him behind his closed lids. Whatever he was in for, he knew that part of it would definitely some sort of prank. He knew Richie far too well to expect anything less from him and even if it did turn out to be gross he couldn’t stop the fond warmth that filled his chest at the thought. Predictable, yes, but so very Richie that the love he felt overcame any sense of dread. Ultimately he trusted the comedian with his life and honestly didn’t care about something that might make him cringe a little.

Richie would never hurt him intentionally.

“Uh–” He began, teeth sinking into his bottom lip for a brief moment as he considered both his options. “Let’s go with left.”

Richie relished Bill’s hesitation. His grin so genuine that his front two teeth were just peeking out. He snickered lightly at Bill’s choice, glad that he went with the gross option first. After all, he had every intention of providing the gift. He simply needed to land the chucks first. 

Richie held out his slimy hand, cupped a bit like there was something hidden inside. He only released it when he could touch Bill’s palm. In one long, spitty swoop, he pressed his palm to Bill’s. He pressed his lips into a tight line as he held back his laughter, waiting for Bill’s reaction to the very juvenile prank. “You don’t have to thank me. I know you’ve never gotten anything better,” he said as seriously as he could.

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sunnydalescoobies​:

after everything that she had done to tara, willow deserved those words from her. she didn’t know how she was going to make it up to her, how she was going to fix all of this. “tara.” her name leaves her lips now, and it hurts, because it wasn’t the same as before. it was her fault, she knew this. “i’m sorry.” she whispers to her now. “and i know, sorry really doesn’t fix everything that i’ve done. but i haven’t used magicks in a long while.” she hoped that would ease some of the tension between them. 

she wanted to tell her that she missed her, but… she didn’t think tara would want to hear that right now. “how have you been?”

Tara’s heart ached every time they met now; in the hallways at school, at Buffy’s house. Wherever they met, she was forced to hold back tears. This painfully awkward meeting wasn’t any exception. Tara shook her head. “I don’t w-want an apology right now,” she sighed. Nothing she said could fix the manipulation she committed against Tara. “I’m glad you’re doing well though--” And part of her still hoped that meant they could make things work in the long term but she just wasn’t ready to trust yet. 

“I’m alright,” she replied too quickly. She missed Willow and Dawn was the only person she’d seen regularly in a while. “Uh--Dawnie said she’s doing better. So that’s good.” She wondered if this was how divorced women felt discussing their children. She felt so sad for them.

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bcckwormedwitch​:

She looked up at him. “Just because I’ve been vocal about S.P.E.W doesn’t mean that’s all I care about.” she told him. “Besides, learning anything that has to do with medicine might be beneficial in the long run.” Granted her knowledge was woefully incomplete in a lot of ways concerning the medical areas. But she’d get by with what she knew for now. “There’s still so much to learn.” she muttered, biting her lip before going back to reapply the ointment. “At least this won’t leave a nasty scar on your side.”

Ron swallowed nervously, not wanting to get into their typical back and forth over S.P.E.W. right this moment, not with her fingers on his skin. “Right, well--what with he who must not be named back it couldn’t hurt,” he muttered under his breath. He grimaced a bit as she pressed just a bit too hard on his side. “Oi! Watch it!” He shouted. “Yeah, you need to learn a soft touch if you wanna go into medicine.” He tried not to look at her, his face bright red. 

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applextini​:

“Serious problems? No,” Eve didn’t think that anything serious had happened between them. “Everything’s going wonderfully,” At least on the surface, but trying to ignore it and not knowing it was there wasn’t exactly the same thing. Lucifer was different and different wasn’t bad. But she was starting to think different meant he didn’t really want her around.

“When we were together before, it was…it was like being in paradise,” Eve was careful to keep things to subtext knowing Ella learning the truth was not part of the plan. She didn’t want to freak out someone who was becoming a good friend. “But it was just us.”

It wasn’t just them anymore.

“I mean, he has a job and that’s great! I’m glad he’s made such good friends,” She added, not wanting Ella to get the wrong idea. “But I guess I was hoping to still be the most important thing to him.” 

Ella nodded as she listened and suddenly it all made sense. It was like how she sometimes dated guys who lived in their mother’s basements because they could always be around. She understood the need to be someone’s priority. 

“Ooohhhh,” she hummed. “I think you’re totally in the right to want to be the most important thing. It’s just a matter of finding the right balance. Maybe you should suggest some kind of date night. A night where his work doesn’t get in the way and you two can be alone,” she advised. The one thing she’d learned the hard way not to do when insecurity came around was to settle. 

“But you gotta talk to him. Keeping it to yourself, it’s just gonna fester and you’ll grow more and more doubtful.” Ella was quite pleased her relationship mistakes were at the very least helping someone else now.

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betweenthesinnersandthesaints​:

A burst of nostalgia hit her when she heard Arnold’s very familiar response, despite her best efforts. “You’re darn right, whatever I say, Football Head,” she couldn’t help but respond back. The only problem was, his earnest question was something she could not give him an honest answer for. She knew why she had purposefully stopped talking to him, but she could hardly admit that it had been the only way for her to get past her obsessive crush on him. At the time, it had gotten to the point where even she had thought she was too far gone for her sanity. After talking it over with Doctor Bliss, she had used the beginning of junior high to enforce the separation between them. Truthfully, she had never thought that he had actually noticed her sudden absence from his life. 

“On occasion, I miss Gerald Field,” she allowed, her arms crossing in front of her. “And playing baseball with the gang but..” she shrugged slightly. “We did some pretty crazy stuff when we were kids. And I still have softball and Pheebs, so I’m not too bad off, I would say. As for why we stopped talking..” she shrugged again, trying her best to act nonchalant.”We just started moving in different directions, Football Head. It happens.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as she responded with characteristic aggression. He never really believed the act like the other kids had. Despite how frequently she tormented him, Arnold knew Helga had a soft side too. And apparently, he found it. Her crossed arms signaled just how deeply the question affected her. “Hmmm, we did do some crazy stuff,” he agreed. He thought back to the time she impersonated his French pen pal, a decision he never really understood. “I mean me and Grandma broke a turtle out of the aquarium.” He certainly wasn’t about to mention the other incident now. 

He frowned. They were having this conversation because people saw her as bad off, whether or not she felt that way. “Yeah--yeah, I guess that happens,” he admitted with a sigh. “But I guess I still don’t understand why it has to happen.” He shoved his hands in his pocket and forced a smile. He really didn’t want to leave things between them this way. He preferred to be on good terms with people and he couldn’t tell if they were. “Well--if you ever want to hang out and swap strange memories of P.S. 118, you know where to find me.” He was grateful that he found a way to make this less about Gerald and more about Helga and him.

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tnott​:

@glassmenagerieofmuses​ (Harry)

Theodora had been quite eager to begin her next excavation - a site off the River Aire that she suspected held the ruins of a magical settlement destroyed by William the Conqueror’s Wizarding allies during the Harrying of the North.

The area even seemed to hold some sort of lingering anti-Muggle enchantment, as it remained undisturbed by any force but time. The tumbled-down walls of one structure were still visible, so she had begun there.

There were an unusually large number of protective spells, and she dismantled them carefully as she dug. Less than a metre down along the west wall, the earth fell away to reveal an door, unblocked by dirt but heavily spelled. After casting various counter-spells, she ventured in, but what she found was completely unexpected.

First, cauldrons - easily a dozen cauldrons, and nary an ancient one among them. They were stained with heavy use, but clearly recent models. Moving further into the underground chamber, she found a shelf of Potions books, stockpiles of basic ingredients, and, in a corner by the far wall, several uncovered barrels. She peered inside.

Raised by a Death Eater, Theo was no stranger to the Dark Arts. She knew exactly which plants were before her, and she knew, too, that there were no legal reasons for anyone to keep barrels of angel’s trumpet and baneberry. Summoning her camera, she took a number of pictures before climbing back into the open air. She replaced the dirt hiding the doorway, spelled it closed, and apparated immediately to the Ministry.

It had taken a good half-hour to convince the Magical Law Enforcement officials that she was not, in fact, a raving lunatic, but finally they had agreed to look into the matter. And so she had been sent to talk to an Auror, whose office door now stood before her. And not just any Auror – Harry Potter himself

She raised a fist and knocked.

Harry’s least favorite part of his job was the part he completed in his cramped little office at the Ministry of Magic. He hadn’t wanted any special treatment although they initially attempted to settle him in the biggest office right at the front, like some sort of tourist attraction for anyone just visiting the ministry. At least he’d talked them out of that decision and he could work on the nightmarish paperwork in peace.

He practically dozed off as he finished up the case file from his most recent trip to Egypt. A Ministry-issued typewriter in the corner acted as a magical fax machine of sorts. A continual ream of paper ejected fresh complaints and reports made to Magical Law Enforcement. He stopped each time a new report was made, hoping anxiously for some new caper to release him from this monotony.

One report caused him to pause. Such a strange description of an ancient spot still seemingly accessible to currently practicing dark wizards. His interest piqued further at the familiar name of the reporter--Nott; one of the names emblazoned in his brain through a flash of searing pain and blood. He quickly typed in a response and requested that she be sent in as soon as possible. He didn’t have to wait long before the knock came to his door. He stood and opened the office door wide, inviting her in. “Theodora--it’s nice to see you,” he greeted her politely despite his skepticism.

“Please have a seat. I read the abbreviated report for the case but I’d love to learn more context,” he said, jumping right into business. He could get out of the office soon and hopefully find nothing too dangerous at the site. Yet a historical mystery such as this needed some explanation. “I don’t suppose you saw anyone at the site?” He asked.

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bcckwormedwitch​:

Hermione gave him a look that said she wasn’t amused at his grumble. She could read his lips well enough to know what he said. Finally she just gave in. “No Ron. I got accepted into the training program at St. Mungo’s. And as a sign-on bonus they gave a good amount of money, of which converted over Muggle money, and I rented out a decently sized flat. It’s in Muggle London. I figured you and Harry could use it as well when you’re both in need of a place to stay when at the Auror office.”

The news caused a smile to spread on Ron’s face. “Oh--well that’s bloody brilliant Hermione!” He enthused. In typical fashion, he had entirely forgotten that she applied to the program in the first place and he wondered if she was mad about it. “I mean--I know you were really looking forward to hearing from them,” he bluffed. “So, when do you get to move in? We should go out to dinner to celebrate and buy some drinks after at the Leaky Cauldron.” He and Harry went there quite often after Auror training to blow off steam. 

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kennedybtvs​:

this girl was straight as they came, kennedy could tell that by the way she didn’t blush when she made that comment. it was the best way to know if someone swung her way. sad really, but kennedy would get over it. “it doesn’t? that comes as a surprise to me. why doesn’t it happen often?” she asks, her eyes looking toward the direction the guy had taken off to. she was then looking to the redhead once more, sipping on the milkshake that she had in front of her. banana, it was delicious. she didn’t understand why anyone would hate it. “i wouldn’t say no to a coffee. my milkshake is running out. i’m kennedy.” she says to her now, as she was then standing up with her now, listening to her words. “it surprises a lot of people when things just make sense to them. the mind can understand a lot of things. if you just put the time into letting it understand the things that it shouldn’t know.” she tells her now, chucking out her milkshake, kennedy was even lifting up her own bag and sliding it over her shoulder. “so what school do you go to?”

Jean shrugged. She was fairly grateful that she didn’t get hit on by random men often. “Well, I think that most men--people really--are intimidated by me if they know who I am. And if they dont, well then I don’t think they really notice me.” Or maybe they were intimidated by her either way. She had that aura about her since childhood. Jean nodded and headed towards the counter with her. “Nice to meet you Kennedy! Get whatever you want, please, it’s the least I can do,” she insisted.

Jean chuckled, glad that the girl understood what she meant. She could barely describe the feeling she got when studying something other people found so difficult or boring. “I go to New York University right now. I hope to go somewhere further away for graduate school though,” she explained with a smile. She gave the girl a once over, wondering what her story was. “What about you? What do you do when you’re not white knighting random strangers in cafes?” She asked. She sensed a great strength in the woman, a hint of something a little more than natural but couldn’t put her finger on what it meant.

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ofmaine​:

   “I am not part of your lame ass club.” It was better than him freaking out on this asshole for talking shit about Henry. None of these assholes knew him, and they had no idea the kind of shit that they dealt with at home (and what had caused Oz to leave with his mother), so how could they ever judge the shit that Henry did? Okay, so from what he had heard, his brother had turned into the town bully before he had killed their dad, but that didn’t mean he deserved to be shat on. People made mistakes all the time, and Oz was positive this prick of a comedian didn’t have a clean slate or anything.

   “Don’t talk about my brother like you have a clue. You haven’t seen the shit we’ve dealt with in that fucking house.”

   Oz was trying his best to not freak out, but all he had gotten was complete bullshit since coming here. And now Richie fucking Tozier was trying to make him turn against his brother or something. Did he honestly think Oz wouldn’t pick family over these kids he had never been friends with?

   “I just want to find him, and bring him back to the hospital.” Apparently a guard had been killed during Henry’s escape, and that only meant he would get more sentencing on top of his time in Juniper Hill. More years being locked up, or maybe an actual criminal conviction this time. The idea made Oz’s gut hurt.

Richie let out a long exasperated groan and rolled his eyes. “Jaysus! Excuse the fuck outta me for trying to put a little kumbah in our yaya’s here!” He replied. They would certainly have a better shot if they were all working together. That was what had gone wrong that summer 27 years ago and he’d be damned if Henry’s brother fucked it up for them now. “And I might not have a clue about what you grew up with but I do know way more about the asshole clown we’re about to face than you,” he replied. 

“You couldn’t just show up, smile, and shut the fuck up. You might be more like your brother than I thought,” A harsh assessment maybe but he had tried to be welcoming first. He slammed his empty drink down on the bar and stood up.

Richie couldn’t imagine anyone having the slightest inclination to help the mullet wearing asshole he’d known all those years ago. “At least you seem to have the common sense to realize he’s too much of a menace to be out in society. But let me guess, he’s just a poor misunderstood asshole so that makes it better?” He thought that the Losers had enough problems between them and that should come first. But then he remembered what they always used to say at church; love thine enemy. He wondered if Jesus ever met a Bowers. 

“Do you wanna end up in the loony bin with him? Because if you let that clown get the better of your ass, that’s where you’re going. What a perfect family reunion that would be.”

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redemptivexheroics​:

Hades was not expecting the hug and honestly kind of annoyed him. “Pleasure, I take it” Hade said. When she finally pulled back. “You mortals are really good at expressing your feelings. No one has dared to hug me and gotten away with it” Hades said. Arching a brow. “Someone’s had too much to drink”

Ella threw the man a sly smile. Immediately, she understood the rivalry between this man and Lucifer. They both owned clubs, had the same supernatural schtick and everything. “Ohhh... too much? Or just enough,” she replied with a light giggle. “Oh--well, I’m just a little bit of a hugger. It helps me feel grounded.” She didn’t notice his irritation and wouldn’t have, sober or not.

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daedaluscried​:

“ How did you do that, ” She whispered, leaning over the table now, “ I mean… where do you even get that information? ” It seemed like a much more efficient way to hurt someone than other ways she had seen and she had seen a lot. Eirena frowned.

Petyr smirked in response to her awe. “Everyone has enemies. And in the age of digital media, those enemies are always willing to talk if you’re asking the right questions,” he responded mysteriously. He placed his phone of the table and more and more notifications dinged frantically on his phone. “So--you’re interested in working with me?” He asked.