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@honeyruinedx
𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 ⸻ a highly selective independent multimuse focused on fantasy & period threads. / ( as created by amanda, est, she/her, 30+ ).
i was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.
follows from — muses & rules — starters
“ we were but children when those words were spoken — how long do you intend to bind me to a past we barely understood ? ”
open: femmes ( period fcs preferred )
"perhaps you would not feel so bound had you not spent the years that followed our initial promise waxing poetry about how it would someday prove true." she offers a tight smile, "you are released, if that makes you happy."
“ why did you come here ? have you not embarrassed me enough ? ”
open: anyone ( period fcs preferred )
"embarrassed you?" they might be prickly with one another at times, but he'd never sought to purposefully shed a bad light upon her. "what could i have possibly done to have earned such an accusation?"
open to: f/m/nb 25+.
plot: we woke up in a strange suburban neighborhood and according to the pictures around our house, we're a newly married couple. the thing is, we've never met before. (could be our muses fell into a strange alternate reality, or your muse is secretly a powerful entity keeping him there, or he somehow wrote himself into his own script, or maybe this is a futuristic experiment, etc. go crazy!) dr.eamcore and wa.ndavi.sion inspired.
replies will be moved to a new post. can also swap out muse for lukas or rían!
it felt like something out of a dream. and honestly, a dream would be the easiest way to explain it all. the clear blue skies, the bright green grass, every house being the exact same except its color. but he had pinched himself multiple times, and he was still here. the early morning had been eventful to say the least. after a horrified back and forth of "what the hell are you doing in my bed?!", they soon realized that it was neither of their beds. which only made it so much worse. he still feels a dull ache against his head from where they had chucked a framed picture at him from the nightstand. the same picture that sits in front of them now on the island counter they've gathered around in the kitchen, showing the both of them together on their wedding day. a few other photos line up next to it, depicting the two of them clearly together. he can't bring himself to look at them directly, so he keeps his gaze focused on the photos. the wedding one unnerves him the most. "jesus... i look so happy..." he freezes, realizing how backhanded it sounded. "not that i wouldn't be. i'm sure you're lovely and everything, but..." he shakes his head, unable to wrap his head around it all. "this is weird, right?"
this has got to be some overly elaborate prank show. it's what she's been telling herself since she woke up in a bed that wasn't hers, next to some stranger in the cookie cutter version of hell. now, perched on a stool at the kitchen island, she not so subtly stares at the man - as if somehow she'll be able to latch onto a lie ( or drag up some sort of memory if he really is to be believed ). "look, i'm not under the delusion that we're actually married. not unless we're somehow both experiencing amnesia." maybe she ought to check the CO2 detectors around the place now that she thinks about it. "i mean - yes? i don't even know your name... you don't know mine either, right?"
Martin Sensmeier as Sam in ‘1883′
HANNA MANGAN-LAWRENCE & TOM HOBBS as SEPPIA & SEPPIUS in SPARTACUS: VENGEANCE (2012) Episode 4: "Empty Hands"
romantic + ship dynamics: 16 / ?
KIT HARINGTON as MILO POMPEII (2014)
Can Yaman as Hasan Balaban. El Turco, 1.01.
DIN DJARIN in THE MANDALORIAN AND GROGU The Mandalorian and Grogu | Official Trailer
free though she may have felt stepping into the forest, continued discussion of her upcoming nuptials is causing her hackles to rise. leads the weight of a dagger tucked into her boot impossible to ignore. has the magic thrumming beneath her skin difficult to assuage. lower, bitter laughter rumbles out of her chest before she may attempt to stop it. "my heart?" were all humans — half or otherwise — caught up in such romantic notions? not a single conversation surrounding the prospects of her marriage had ever involved her heart or anything of the sort. "leave my heart out of this. it is my heart that has attempted to convince my father not to go through with it thus far. and how do you think that has faired?" not a single change in any plan had been made despite her pleas. ailsa had unconsciously increased her pace after clearing the tree — attempting to put distance between the two of them. between herself and the insinuation. all despite the tug in her gut seeking to drag her backward in his direction. perhaps if she remains far enough away, she may never need acknowledge it. even so, her fighting instinct refuses to be ignored either. "and what of it?" ailsa whirls around, facing him at last. "shall i carve myself to pieces to return it to you?" subtle admission in her words is damning yet refuses still to acknowledge it head-on. "this marriage is all in the name of power and politics, and you think my father would care about something as childish and fantastical as the myth of mates?"
it is all the confirmation he requires to know that she wants the union as little as he wishes to watch it occur. unlike the woman before him, his steps are hard and heavy against the earth as he trails in her wake - as if trying to make someone or something pay for the turmoil that swirls so thickly within the air surrounding them. "vows are not things to be taken lightly." something he'd learned decades prior, with words that still hung from his shoulders like shackles, like chains. "yet you would make one to appease a man in search of power and politics over your own well being?" in some ways, humans and fae are no different. self-sacrificing for others in a way that infuriates and baffles the man. "i do not wish for pieces. i wish for you whole, hardy and happy. and if you are capable of looking me in my eye and swearing you will be so following the desires of others than i shall-" there's a lump in his throat, one he has to swallow before continuing, this time softer, "than i shall stand aside and watch you wed. but if you say differently than i will.." what? what could a half-human, half-fae - an abomination - do for this woman? "i am yours to do with as you wish. i will be your sword and shield. slay the fae your father intends to wed you to or the man himself to give you a court." @empirefclls
open to -> females connection -> his wife, or the princess/queen
Fergus had been gone for too long, his king had sent him away to man the army in a fight and was just not returning home after a successful win. He let his eyes look around for a certain woman and when they landed on her walking away, he walked after her, trying to not give it away that he was. Fergus smiled as he got closer to her, he finally found a quiet area for the two of them "where do you think you're going, my lady?"
basket tucked beneath her arm and propped against her hip, freya tried not to pay much mind to the handful of couples reuniting about their village, having learned time and time again that anticipating him to be amongst such a crowd would only lead to disappointment. its half the reason she'd grabbed up the things in need of washing, determined to be far from happy reunions as possible for the day. she's so far into her own thoughts that the sound of a voice so close behind her person has her startling - nearly spilling the contents of her basket everywhere before she manages to catch herself. "gods be-" turning to snap at the other, freya stills at the sight of her husband. `you are not an apparition? nor is this a dream?"
to: open to anyone! muse: nikolai romanov-barnes, buckynat son in a "what if" universe, young avengers member
"Deep down, I knew war was coming. I was just waiting on someone to pull the trigger."
"always a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day nik." the smile she shoots him is tight before her attention is dropping to adjust her suit with a frown. "in the end, this is what we signed up for - to pick up the mess the world inevitably steps into. so brighten up buttercup. we can finally put our argument to rest on whose the better avenger, you or me. F.R.I.D.A.Y. can probably keep count on how many we take down and report back once we get back to the jet."
to: open to anyone! muse: derek anghel, reincarnation of hades, mob boss
"I'm running out of patience. You're running out of people. Let's see what runs out first."
"i have nothing to do with the little grudge going on between you and my mother," she points out, head ducking the moment he's close enough. "whatever message you're trying to send to her? leave me out of it."
open to: anyone 25+ muse: Acrux,,, he/they,,, appears 35,,, death's harbinger OR (human verse: drummer and couch hopper)
"You're late." Bored apathy wraps their tone in a bow, finger flicking ash smoldering at the end of their cigarette. "Did you drop your phone in the Styx or something and couldn't send a fuckin' text?"
"or maybe you're just early," she quips, lips curling into an amused smile as she glides closer. only once she's in reach does she pluck the cigarette from between his fingers to bring it to her lips. "don't get your panties into such a twist, i'm here, aren't i? now what was so important that you had to drag me away from my otherworldly duties, hm?"
open to: any ( fem if romantic ) plot: bridgerton-esque ; it's the start of the season. benjamin appeared on the ton several seasons ago as a highly sought after bachelor ( a duke ), but failed to find a suitable bride. he's been on tour abroad since and is returning once more ⸻ this time in search of a proper spouse to settle down with. our muses have known each other for years and wrote during benji's absence. muse: benjamin 'benji' thirty, duke
thus far, the man has done well to avoid notice of the newly presented ladies and fluttering mamas by sticking to the edge of the room ( a feat assisted by his late arrival ⸻ and one he was sure would shatter the moment he stepped forward to speak with anyone ). still, there was one particular face he was keen to see ( and they were, perhaps, the only reason he'd bothered making an appearance to begin with ).
upon spotting them, the man carefully weaved his way closer ⸻ only daring to speak once he is close enough. "have you saved a place upon your dance card for me?" he queries the tease with a cheeky little grin ( he'd not informed them in his latest letter that he'd planned to return to london for the season ).
Muse: Peter Parker Open to: Older women Connection: Whatever fits, Friend, Friend's mom, aunt, step mom, whatever works. Inspo: This random ooc post i did.
Peter may have fallen into the ocean his last outing as Spidey, which meant his suit was soaked. It also meant he'd had to quickly buy some clothes that were frankly meant for tourists and by the way they hung baggily off his body, tourists that were much bigger than him. He also just felt gross and needed a shower, his place was across the city but he did have friends, friends who'd promised he could drop by any time, friends who'd told him to just let himself in, no big deal. Which he did, not seeing any issue with this plan so far, the place seemed quiet, he made his way to the bathroom, hands already about to pull his shirt off when the bathroom door opens and he's met with a view he wasn't expecting. An older woman standing there in just a towel, presumably just got out of the shower, his eyes take in the unexpected beauty for a moment, trailing up her smooth legs and along the way the towel sat at her curves before suddenly he turned his eyes away and shortly after his entire body. "Oh my god! I am so so so sorry mam!"
working for the avengers and often falling into the role of psuedo-babysitter was certainly a bit of a roller coaster. she's learned ( perhaps the hard way ) to roll with the punches and go with the flow... which for a woman who'd had a life plan growing up was an adjustment. so while she nearly startles out of her skin when she opens her bathroom door and the younger man is standing right in front of her, she really isn't as shocked to see him as she should be - though it doesn't stop wet feet from slipping on the tile. doesn't stop one arm from pinwheeling and smacking him in the chest as she snatches onto the shirt she immediately clocks as too large for him to balance herself.
"you're taking after tony too much, waiting outside bathroom doors. gotta try and stick you with steve more often..." she mumbles once she's certain she's not going to plummet to the ground and that her feet are firmly beneath her once more. releasing a sigh, defne throws him an amused, if not slightly dry look. "what are you doing here, kid?" can she even call him kid if there's only maybe 10 years between them? "you okay?" brow furrowing, she gives his back a once over. no visible damage, but the attire is horrendous and she immediately has several questions. biting back the desire to begin what might be considered an interrogation, her hand reaches out once more, settling between his shoulder blades to give him just enough of a nudge forward so she can slip by and start padding in the direction of her room. "you know you're welcome to anything here so make yourself comfortable while i get dressed. i'll see if i have anything that might fit you more, hm?"
LAUREN MCQUEEN as MARIAN OF HUNTINGDON and JACK PATTEN as ROBERT OF LOCKSLEY ROBIN HOOD // 1.07 Theives with a Purpose
