little muffin ☆

a m a r a

[lottiebites]

“Now this whole idea, is adorable. It really reminds me of something from the fifties.” Lottie smiled, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, deep brown hues sparkling happily as she watched the groups of girls surrounding the area, each one of them giggling happily showing each other what they had in their baskets. The young woman held her own basket firmly on her arm. “God, I’m so nervous. I hope I don’t end up with a total creep.” The vampire turned to face the other, brows drawing together for a moment as her nose wrinkled ever so slightly.

[marsxscreams]

“I know right! Imagine if this was themed. All of us in poodle skirts and leather jackets.” She said with a chuckle. “What kinda stuff’d you put in your basket?” She asked peering down at Lotties. It was one of the fun parts about this event, seeing what creative ideas everyone else had put together. “Me too. At first I was excited about the not knowing part but now I feel like I’m going crazy not knowing. But everyone around here seems nice enough so I’m sure we’ll be okay...I hope.” 

[witchycxssie]

“Shh, be quiet I love this part!” Cassie hushed the other, eyes focused intently on the huge screen. “I relate to Frenchy so much. I feel like I should dye my hair pink. Would I suit pink hair?” The young witch cast a glance toward the other, brow raising for a moment before her gaze then slipped back to the screen, singing the lyrics to Beauty School Dropout beneath her breath as a happy smile lit up her features.

[marsxscreams]

“Sorry!” Amara whispered back keeping her eyes on the screen. “Really?” Amara looked over at Cassie, studying her features. She pressed her lips together and tilted her head to the side. ‘Hmm.” She thought. “Which shade of pink are we talking? Lighter than Frenchies or darker?”

[howlingevan]

closed starter | ft @marsxscreams​

Frankly, Evan was terrified. This was the first time that he and Amara would have really done anything romantic. Of course, he’d thought about it, he had been wanting to ask her out for weeks now and yet, Evan being Evan, he’d never had the guts. Thankfully, with a helpful nudge from Adryan, he’d managed to gain the winning bid on her basket. Although his anxiety was sky high in that moment, excitement was bubbling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t wait to see her, to see her face when she realised that she was to spend the rest of the night with him. God, he hoped she hadn’t been wanting someone else to buy it. Evan wasn’t sure whether he’d dressed up enough, around the field he saw the girls in dresses, and the guys in suits. And there he was in a casual set of jeans and a button up short sleeved shirt. He felt entirely out of place in the setting once again. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he moved through the field, searching for the familiar mass of ebony curls. Once he spotted her, he felt a small slither of anxiety slip away, a smile then crossing his face. God, she looked perfect. Approaching her, he then captured his bottom lip between his teeth. “Hey Mars,” he murmured, scratching the back of his head before then pointing to her basket. “I believe that belongs to me.” Evan spoke, a slight ghost of a smile toying at the corners of his lips. 

[marsxscreams]

With on hand holding the basket up and the other ruffling around in it, Amara did her best to make it look even more presentable. Waiting to know who’d won her basket was killing her and she was hoping that it was going to be certain someone. On her way to the event she passed a few people who were wearing more formal clothing and felt a bit under dressed, but the concern quickly went away. She’d dressed up for the Founders Ball, minus the shoes, but that was enough dressing up that she wanted to do for a while. Amara did enjoy it but she wanted to wear something that made her feel comfortable. So of course she was in her sneakers, cuffed jeans, and a floral print self tie blouse to top it off. It was more of a dressy casual look but unlike the formal ball she kept her makeup more natural.  Hey Mars. She did her best to keep the smile fighting its way onto her lips at bay when she recognized his voice. Amara turned around to greet him. "Evan.” She looked down at the basket and handed it to him with a shy grin. “You bidded on my basket?” Whoever won the basket got to take the maker on a date, everyone knew that. Just the thought of him possibly wanting to go on a date with her brought a light blush to her cheeks. "I hope you like the cake mix. I made it myself." Sometimes she made her own batch and other times she bought cake mix from the store. Either way she slipped some in there in a mason jar just in case the winner liked to bake as much as she did. Inside the basket was also a scented candle, an old camera along with some film and a few homemade cake pops.

[dailyromcomgifs]

My life was a mess, but I could clean my room.

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (2018); dir. Susan Johnson

[marsxscreams]

lexibranscn​:

The voice wasn’t one that Lexi recalled, turning to the at the girl with a cautious frown, glassy eyed as she looked over the woman. Her…uncle? Obviously it couldn’t be the truth - though she was aware his family had continued after his turning. It was possible she was…well, a distant cousin of sorts. 

“He did?” she asked softly, a sad smile turning her lips. Of course he would. They wasn’t a day that went by that the two didn’t talk about the other to someone. “I’m….I’m guessing you heard the news then.” she added, pain heavy in her voice as she looked at the woman. 

She nodded in response trying to put something akin to a smile on her face, but she couldn’t. Amara was still trying to process the fact that he was really gone. She felt as though she’d known him forever but she was soon starting to realize that there was a reason for that. “I did.” She croaked. “You lost him too though..I’m sorry.” Her first instinct would be to hug the blonde but this was her first time meeting Lexi so she decided to stay where she was. “Do you really think it was an animal attack?” She asked after a while. There was something fishy about this whole situation and part of her wondered if Lexi knew about it. 

[envythelittledevil]

Now that Evie had managed to persuade the price of Hell in letting her do one of his many bidding, she’s enjoying the taste of freedom like never before. For once, the demon is able to roam the earth without a limit of time. Doing whatever she pleases as long as it won’t draw the attention of Lucifer, there shouldn’t be any problem. Evie was told this relic she needs to retrieve is in Mystic Falls, hence the reason why she’s currently in town.

Sitting on a nearby bench with a pair of sunglasses over her eyes and a boba tea in the other whilst watching an argument unfolds nearby, it’s been roughly a few weeks ever since Envy had been last summoned but still – as if every time she returns, everything feels and taste different. “This stuff is good.” Evie said to herself, chuckling lightly before setting her eyes on the argument again. Apparently it all started with jealousy between two friends.

[marsxscreams]

Sketchbook in hand, Amara took the pencil from behind her ear and started drawing the outline of the tree a few meters away. Her attention was briefly caught by two people who seemed to be having an altercation. She focused her attention on the paper in front of her but still made sure to partly listen to their conversation. Things were getting a bit too interesting to ignore. Amara stopped drawing and looked over at the other when she heard the sound of her voice. She noticed the drink in her hand and began to wonder if the girl meant her boba or the fight in front of them. “What flavor did you get?” 

[marsxscreams]

howlingevan​:

Evan wished that he had raided his mom’s bakery before Amara had arrived, he would have had so many different colours, flavours and icing, there would have been so many things they could have done. But, it’s too late for that now. As they entered the kitchen and Amara began to unload her bag, a wide smile then crossed the male’s lips. “You’re so prepared.” Evan mused, laughing lightly to himself. As she pulled out the polaroid, he then reached out for it, taking it from her grasp. He then snapped a picture of her, smiling as it was immediately printed out. Passing the camera back over to her, he took the polaroid, shaking it through the air to let it develop, placing it on the counter. “I’ma keep this.” The young wolf murmured softly before then grabbing a bag of flour. “Okay so the recipe says that we need 2 cups of flour.. That sounds like a lot.. This is cake is going to be HUGE.” Evan chuckled lightly, excitement lacing his tone.

Amara shrugged. "I wanted to make sure we had everything. Especially the sprinkles." Thinking about it now, maybe she didn't need to come with as much supplies as she did since they were now at his house. But either way, better to be over prepared than under prepared. "Hey!" She exclaimed when he took her camera and jokingly tried to take it back. Seeing what he was about to do she tried to turn away and cover her face before he snapped the picture but it was too late. "Oh I'll be getting you back for that one. But I'll just do it when you least expect it." She took the camera and placed it on the counter. "I can't wait!" Amara took hold of the measuring cup and slid it towards him, making sure to hold the handle so it wouldn't tip over. "You wanna pour it? I don't trust myself." She couldn't count the amount of times she'd added too much flour, sugar or salt into a recipe by accident.

[marsxscreams]

lailahangelofthenight​:

Amara could sense the girl was supernatural but she wasn’t sure she herself was aware, but she was very pure. ‘’This town has always been known for its secrets, it’s notorious for its old tales true or not.’’ she smiled. ‘’And it seems you’re diving into one of the tales yourself.’’ she gestured to the area where she’d dropped the wolfsbane. ‘’The pleasure is all mine.’’

Amara hummed giving  thought to what Lailah was saying. When she first moved to Mystic Falls, her intuition was telling her that there was more to this town than what it lead on, but she’d pushed the thought out of her mind. Now, it seemed the more she went looking, the more she found. “Yeah.” She looked down at the flower she dropped for a few moments. “Everything around here’s just so interesting. That’s why I’ve been out exploring more often than usual.”

[marsxscreams]

our muses are mistaken for a couple by someone else . (Evan hehhehe)

"Oh um-" A light blush crept up her cheeks as soon as the stuttering began. "We're actually just friends." She rubbed her neck and looked down at her shoes trying to avoid eye contact with him at all costs. They had just come out of the movies when a stranger had come up to them and mentioned that they made a cute couple and Amara just about wanted to disappear into the floor. She wasn’t sure how he felt about her but Amara would be lying if she’d claimed that the feelings she had for him weren’t there. She glanced up at Evan to see his reaction but quickly gave him a short lasting smile and looked down. 

[marsxscreams]

the-screamingbanshee​:

Lydia helped the girl up off her porch and guided her inside, and towards the couch. ‘’You don’t need to apologise I keep popping up in random places to but the person usually on the other end isn’t alive.’’ she sighed. ‘’Well now you do!’’ she smiled. ‘’Hot cocoa? with marshmallows?’’  she questioned, tilting her head slightly.  It seemed the girls had something in common weather they knew that or not.

  Amara smiled at Lydia's comment and sat down. Sinking into the soft cushion felt comforting. It was ten times better than the cold floor outside.   It took about 2 seconds for what the strawberry blonde had said to actually hit her. For some reason Amara had almost thought she was joking. "Wait, what? That happens to you too?" Had Amara finally found someone else that was like her? Someone with more experience than her she’d hoped. Maybe there was a reason she felt drawn to Lydia’s house. "Uh- That’d be great, thanks.” 

[marsxscreams]

niamhmonroe​:

Niamh hadn’t told Amara about the recent change she’d been going through. How do you tell anyone that you’re a vampire really? Though she had bigger things on her mind right now, she’d been bitten by a wolf. Of course she was okay now but that wasn’t the point she didn’t know how the hell she had such wonderful people around her to find a way to cure it. As her phone rang she reached over to Stiles bedside table and lifted it to her ear trying not to sound too weak as the ‘hybrid’ blood she took to cure her was still working it’s magic. ‘’Amara? are you okay?’’ her voice was soft as she spoke worry now filling her as it was quite late when the girl called.

She let out a breath of relief hearing Niamhs voice. "I'm fine, I was calling to see if you were okay." This conversation made her think about her uncle...Or should she say great uncle. It was all still very hazy and she hadn’t completely mentally worked all the details of that situation out yet. "I haven't talked to you in a while and when you didn't answer my texts I thought something happened." Her voice cracked at the end of her sentence. She quickly pulled the phone away from her face and cleared her throat to try to drop the fragility her voice carried. “But I’m glad you’re alright. Where are you?”

[marsxscreams]

bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.

Amara's eyes went wide when she opened her front door to see a bloodied Stiles standing on her porch. "Oh my god." She didn't hesitate to take his hand and pull him inside locking the door behind him. "Are you okay?" That was a dumb question. Obviously not. She quickly checked his arms and hands for any deep cuts or slashes. "Here, sit down." She took him over to her couch and comfortingly ran a hand up and down his shoulder. “You’ll be okay, I promise. Do you want tea? I'll make you some tea. ” She said before running off to the kitchen. Once the kettle was warming up she walked back into her living room and plopped down beside him. "Stiles, what happened?"

[marsxscreams]

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare (Niamh)

"Ni." She said shaking Niamh slightly. “Are you awake?” She was now.  “Are you sure we’re safe here? Did you lock the door?” her voice was at a hushed tone, much quieter now. “I know this is really stupid but I had a nightmare. I don’t think I can go back to sleep.” Upon discovering that there was a chance she wasn’t 100% human, her nightmares weren’t just nightmares. She felt them, and as the day carried on she saw most of what she’d dreamed about whenever she closed her eyes. Sometimes when she had them open. She missed the good old days when the scariest thing she dreamed about was failing a test or that weird dream where you walk down the stairs, miss a step and jolt awake. “I know its  late but I think I’m gonna make some cookies.”  “You go back to sleep though. I think I’ll be okay, sorry for waking you.” She smiled weakly. Baking always calmed her down, as did Niamh. Just knowing she was there brought her some kind of comfort. Part of her was hoping that the other girl would offer to come with her. 

[promptfairy]

❥   𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍     [   𝐀   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ]  .

designed  for  muses  with  a  bit  of  unresolved  tension between  them ,   but  can  be  used  for  any  circumstances you  see  fit !!  

♡   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄  :    add   ‘  + 🔁  ’   to  reverse  the  roles .

📖  :    my  muse  discovers  your  muse  reading  a  diary  entry  that  my  muse  wrote  about  yours .

💅  :    your  muse  paints  my  muse’s  nails .

🚿  :    my  muse  accidentally  moans  while  your  muse  washes  their  hair .

👕  :    your  muse  helps  my  muse  get  dressed  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🛏️  :    our  muses  are  forced  by  circumstance  to  share  a  bed  for  the  night .

🧼  :    your  muse  bathes  mine  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🙏  :    our  muses’  hands  brush  as  they  walk  side  by  side .

💢  :    your  muse  picks  mine  up   &   carries  them  over  their  shoulder .

👁️  :    your  muse  is  watching  mine  sleep ,   when  my  muse  suddenly  wakes  up   &   catches  them .

🚬  :    my  muse  steals  a  cigarette   (   or lollipop   )   from  your  muse   &   puts  it  in  their  mouth .

🎐  :    our  muses  slow  dance  together .

🧦  :    your  muse  walks  in  on  my  muse  changing  clothes .

🎀  :   your  muse  brushes  my  muse’s  hair .

💍  :    our  muses  are  mistaken  for  a  couple  by  someone  else .

👔  :    your  muse  notices  that  my  muse’s  shirt  is  open   &   goes  to  ‘  fix  it  ’ .

👗  :    my  muse  sees  yours  all  dressed  up .

🪑  :    my  muse  is   ‘  forced  ’   to  sit  on  your  muse’s  lap   (   due  to  a  lack  of  chairs ,   faulty seatbelt ,  etc .   )

🍆  :    your  muse  makes  a  suggestive  joke  but  my  muse  actually  acts  on  it . 

[marsxscreams]

Roxy

Amara

Violet

[rockinrpmemes]

Acts of Affection

Send in a symbol from YOUR muse to see how MY muse will react to yours!  For the ones where YOUR muse gives or says something to mine: WILD CARD! Your muse can pick the item, sings a specific song, or says a specific thing!

Family/Platonic:

✩  Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.

✪  Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.

★  Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them.

✬  Making them their favorite hot beverage.

☼  Cuddling on the sofa next to each other.

☀  Singing them to sleep.

☆  Getting them something they need before they ask for it. 

☄ Leaning your head on their shoulder while they talk.

✥ Play fighting!

❃  Mussing their hair or tugging at their clothes (a hat, sleeve, etc.)

Shipping/Romance:

♥  Laying by their side and watching them while they sleep with a fond smile.

♡  Kissing the corner of their eyes.

❥  Running your hand over their arm and gently pulling them close.

❤  Whispering sweet nothings in their ear. 

❦  Holding hands and nuzzling somewhere ambient and low-lit.

❣  Staring deep into their eyes with adoration.

ღ  Rubbing your leg against theirs under the table.

ℒ  Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.

￡ Brushing your hand over or gently squeezing their bum.

Ω Running a hand over their collar bone or décolleté.

Sexual/NSFW:

✖  Soft nips at the neck and shoulder line.

✗  Bathing, washing, or soaking together quietly after sex.

♦  Body worshipping their naked form, slowly.

✚  Painting honey dust, edible paint, or other soft brush strokes on their body.

✦  Giving a sensual massage.

♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.

▲ Dressing them up in lingerie (or gear) with gentle attention.

▽ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart.

► Unzipping their clothes free and kissing their neck.

[marsxscreams]

Roxy

Amara

Violet

[sunshine-memes]

Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn't send yours, and one that they did

[marsxscreams]

Roxy

Amara

Violet

[vaememes]

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

[marsxscreams]

Roxy

Amara

Violet