It Always Ends in a Fight

A mutuals only, independant multimuse roleplay blog featuring muses from Marvel, Buffy, Pacific Rim and more. Written by Koi (40s, UK, she/her)

[mcltitudes]

A mutuals only, independent multi-muse roleplay blog that features muses from Marvel, Star Wars, Pacific Rim and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Mun info, rules and list of active muses is available <here>

Mun Basics

Koi, 40s, UK/GMT timezone, she/her

Current Roster of Primary Muses

Ava Starr (Marvel/MCU - FC: Hannah John-Kamen)

Faith Lehane (Buffy the Vampire Slayer - FC: Eliza Dushku)

Dr. Henry Loomis (Jurassic World - FC: Jonathan Bailey)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars - FC: Oscar Isaac)

Links

My google site - has my rules and list of currently active muses

Memes - please specify which muse you want to respond

OC Spotlight

Open starters

Blog launched: 19th February 2025 Post last updated: 13th July 2025

[mcltitudes]

[ ooc ]

I know I've been quieter than usual but life got busy and in the way of fun things like writing with you all. Lemme get this week done and out of the way and I'll try and get back into a routine on here.

Thanks always for your patience with me!

[ghostsandmirrors]

There was a flicker of very obvious relief over his features when she said that she could work with him not using guns. For a horrible moment, before she'd spoken, Martin'd been worried she might try an impromptu lesson in gun safety and aiming. Maybe he'd have been fine after, but the potential made him wish he was at home, or at work, or anywhere that wasn't here.

Instead, there were batons.

Any relief was instantly replaced with uncertainty before he took a small breath and nodded with some amount of confidence that the rest of him did not hold.

"I think so." For a blissful second, there was a chance he would leave it there, but he was on the edge of nervousness, teetering between that and fear, so being quiet was just impossible. Even so, he held out his hands for her to give them to him as he continued talking.

"I've never had a... great swing," he was saying, that careful hesitation still present, "but even if I'm bad, I can do damage." he paused for a moment, "and the worst comes to the worst, I can just throw them and start punching." A small shrug came with that suggestion, that careful hesitation slipping into an uncharacteristically casual tone.

Really, what was the difference between them and a fire extinguister or cricket bat? Several things, admittedly, but all could be swung so he was considering them in the same family. Maybe not siblings, but at least cousins.

"Do you have a way out planned?" he asked, glancing to her face almost apologetically, as if he were truly sorry for having spoken this much. "I did but given..." his gaze was thrown around them, "everything... I think it's a bust."

[mcltitudes]

Yelena handed over the batons to Martin, hoping that the expression she was wearing would maybe inspire some much needed confidence in the man. "Don't worry, I'm not expecting you to do most of the fighting but at least with these, you can defend yourself if you need to, hmm?" She nodded as she let her now-empty hands drop back to her sides. "Just aim for faces and soft squishy bits, OK? Just not my face or my squishy bits. You got that?"

Yeah, he had a point there about their exit strategy. Any previous plans would be useless now, considering everything had gone to shit. While Martin's gaze around the place seems wild and random, Yelena's was ordered, counting possible exits and whether she could get Martin through them without either of them getting hurt.

It took a moment but Yelena had the start of plan forming in her mind. It was messy and their chances weren't great but it was better than nothing. Not that she was going to admit that to him. "I do now," she said, her tone sharp and focussed. "I need you to stay behind and close to me, yes? Do not deviate from my lead. You do that and I might not get you out, you understand? Say you understand now please."

[therapardalis]

"Flatterer." Thera snorted lightly, amused, wondering if the nonsense chatter was Poe's compensation for the darker secrets he needed to keep. But that was a secondary thing right now.

"So, yeah, I found your ..." She waved toward the tool now safely back in Rose's possession, "While I'm around, is there anything you need a hand with?"

[mcltitudes]

Poe had been enthusiastic in his telling of Thera's virtues but then again, Poe was enthusiastic about most things. As far as Rose knew, Poe was always a bundle of energy just trying to find the best way to be used. He didn't do things by half-measures which was something Rose admired about him.

"Hey, I only flatter if the person has earned it," Rose said somewhat defensively but without any kind of malice; a sparkle in her eyes and a smile on her face to show no hard feelings. "According to Poe, you earned it."

Rose turned the hat Thera had returned to her in her hands, considering if she did need help with anything else. "Poe mentioned you know your way around a ship's engine. Any chance you could take a look at the ship I'm using? I thought I had fixed the fault but it was making a weird noise by the time I landed."

[therapardalis]

This was a job. True, if she had to choose a politician to like she would pick Organa, without much hesitation; there were a few others who had impressed her back in the day, but they were either dead, missing, or keeping their heads way down. Thera wasn't missing the implications, but that wasn't a subject to talk about here - if ever, at all.

She took the duty seriously, in keeping with the word she'd given Queen Breha and the feeling that whatever small crumb of decency left in the Senate should be protected. But it was still a job, and she was hired to be both his driver and his foil.

"Thera, sir." She sighed briefly as he preceded her through the door - not protocol, but she followed him through without comment. Overtaking, she made her way to the sleek luxury groundcar and, with a due flicker of irony, held that door open for him. "Will there be any specific matters I ought to know about?"

[mcltitudes]

Had he purposefully gone through that door before her? Yes, if only to see what she would do about this breech of protocol. He had been a senator long enough to know the proper security protocols inside and out. Security was meant to go through entryways first to ensure it was safe to do so. He suppressed his smirk as she sighed at him and followed him, choosing not to make a comment about this particular breech. They just might get along after all.

He gave up suppressing his smirk when she overtook him and opened the vehicle door for him. It was a clear statement of her intentions for the rest of the evening, a silent plea of "don't make my job any more difficult than it already is."

He stood by the vehicle, one foot inside of it, the other still firmly on the pavement. He took a moment to size up Thera, trying to determine how much he could trust her. Breha would've done her homework on this person, ensuring a certain amount of trust could be given. But could he trust her with his plans to meet with a rebel spy? Not yet but there was a flicker of hope daring to come through his apprehension.

"If you need to know, I'll let you know," he said for the time being. He dared to give her a wink, a hint of what might be yet to come, before he got into the groundcar and made himself comfortable.

[therapardalis]

"Oh I know, right?" They could easily go back and forth like this for ... well, as the saying went, they could do this all day; neither of them was known for backing down. "I owe it all to my Mother."

Thera cocked her head aside with half-a-smile. 107 was still small-ish, comparatively speaking - but it must still take a bit of getting used to.

"OK, so ... you wanna go celebrate, or what?"

[mcltitudes]

Steve appreciated how well they were able to go back and forth like they were. Not everyone got his sense of humour, not realising just how dry his humour was and missing the point of it.

He considered asking how much of a choice he had in the matter of them going to celebrate but he decided against it. He didn't want to come across as too much of a party pooper. "Sure. But no karaoke. I tried that once and it didn't end well."

[mcltitudes]

Continuing this thread with @mxrvelouscreations

Had Connor thought about Kit in a 'more than a friend' way before? Yeah, of course he had. Kit was an attractive and charming person and Connor had fallen under his spell. The previous night's fun had only fuelled Connor's desire for something more between them and it felt good to hear Kit was on the same page.

"Honestly," Connor said as he brought his hand to Kit's face, his palm cupping his cheek, "I'm more than OK with that. Maybe I should-a said something sooner but I've been wanting this- you- for a while now."

[mcltitudes]

My Ozzy Osbourne story, which actually isn't my story but my uncle's.

My uncle was working in a pub in Aylesbury a couple of decades ago. It was a quiet evening and he was bored. He was until a very familiar face entered. My uncle could scarcely believe that Ozzy was standing in front of him. Ozzy greeted my uncle with a smile and proceeded to order a large amount of booze for him to take back to his home, which was apparently close by. Ozzy's shopping list was long and varied, asking my uncle for his opinion on some of the choices. Finally Ozzy reached the end of the list and was trying to decide if he had missed anything. He suddenly snapped his fingers and gave my uncle a huge grin. "And a baby cham for the wife! Can't forget her now, can I?!" Ozzy paid for everything and gave my uncle a huge tip after they loaded the car with all of the bottles. Sharon's baby cham was buckled into the front passenger seat. With that, Ozzy drove off and my uncle now tells this story whenever he can.

Is it true? No idea but it makes me smile whenever I think of it.

Rest well, Ozzy. You deserve it. 🖤🖤🖤

[enduranceofsurvival]

"Yeah, definitely not." Karen nodded with agreement. Still Peter had stepped in and probably saved both their lives so she couldn't be mad. If anything she was grateful. Glancing him over, she made a mental note to check he's okay.

"That's okay. Honestly I should thank you. We both probably would have been goners back there." A pause and she waved off the words. "Well if it helps this isn't my first time so don't worry about it. Didn't get hurt did you? I know sometimes a little disregard for yourself kinda comes hand in hand with the whole hero thing."

[mcltitudes]

Rolling his shoulders back wasn't enough to get rid of the adrenaline now making his entire being all the more jumpy than it already was so Peter resorted to doing stretches as Karen spoke about her own experience with superheroes.

"Gotta admit: kinda disappointed I wasn't your first." As soon as he said that, he regretted it. He held up his hands as if in surrender and shook his head. "That sounded awful! Please forget I said that!" He had to laugh at himself. More often than not, his big mouth got him into trouble.

"And nah, I'm not hurt, thanks for asking. Surprisingly few people ask me that so I appreciate it. It sounds like you know a superhero personally. I won't ask who out of respect but please know I'm incredibly curious as to who it is."

[mcltitudes]

[ ooc ]

No writing from me today but I'll be WFH tomorrow so I'm hoping to sneak some replies in then.

Look after yourselves xx

[monarchsofprophecy]

Relta listened to Carol’s words, thankful for them. “Of course. I’ve been somewhere around my mid-thirties since 1929,” she laughed, “this apparent slow aging is somewhat maddening at times,” she added in a more serious tone. She’d loved and lost so many over the near century.

“I’m grateful my death wasn’t…permanent…but I wonder if I’m even human anymore. I guess it depends on how long I was dead, which no one would tell me all those decades ago,” she explained, holding out a hand and creating a luscious valley in the otherwise arid land with her abilities.

”I wish I could just f—k around, save the environment, and protect people who are truly vulnerable,” Relta admitted, looking at Carol’s face to see her reaction.

[mcltitudes]

Carol felt the need to speak up and interrupt Relta as the other woman spoke. Somehow, Carol managed to keep her mouth buttoned shut. If Relta wanted Carol's opinion on it all, she would ask, right? Right.

She watched with interest as plants began to sprout out of the ground with a flick of Relta's hand. It was an impressive sight and good demonstration of the kind of abilities Relta had.

But Relta's last comment gave Carol a reason to frown. "What's stopping you?" She asked. "Why not fuck around and do those things?"

[mcltitudes]

Continuing this thread with @c0mplex-heroes

Faith knew a lot of things about revenge and how it could overwhelm you and become an unhealthy obsession. Her revenge nearly ended her life, caused her so much pain and burned her so deeply, she was still dealing with the scars. She was starting to see signs of revenge overwhelming Alexis now and she didn't like where this was heading. Faith was aware trying to stop Alexis would be a waste of time so the old phrase of "can't beat 'em, join 'em" was coming into play.

As Alexis turned to leave, Faith sighed and grabbed her jacket, pulling it on and went to follow her. She had asked Alexis to not go and was told no. This time she wouldn't take no as a valid answer.

"You don't have to ask," she said, "but you do have to tell me what we're up against."

[enduranceofsurvival]

In the dim light, Charlie squints to get more clues. On those aren't footprints those are... Oh no. That only meant one most likely explanation. At least it wasn't a ghost she supposed. Still her grip is tight on her silver knife - knowing there was a good chance she'd need it now.

More than happy to let Faith go first, Charlie scuttles closely behind her. Oh please be a nice werewolf... Please. A blood bath was not something she wanted to face today. And she was sure her little knife wasn't going to look as intimidating as she hoped.

Once inside the room, Charlie peers over Faith's shoulder. Oh yeah that was a werewolf alright. And it looked fast asleep. Well that was good right? Expect Charlie found herself holding her breath and a panic race over her. It almost felt certain it would only be a matter of time before it heard her hammering heart.

"What?" A pause then she registered Faith words. "Rope... No. But I'll go look for some. Be right back." As quickly and quietly as she could Charlie disappeared from the room. Where would they keep rope in the house? The shed maybe? Heading outside, Charlie tries to make do with what she can find. All that's in there is a lot of hose pipes, wrapped together. It wasn't any rope but she supposed it was bendable enough to work as a substitute. Racing back as quietly as she could, Charlie returned.

"I couldn't find any rope but figured this could work."

[mcltitudes]

Faith was in no mood to tussle with a werewolf right now so as Charlie left to find some rope, Faith remained as still as possible so as not to disturb the sleeping wolf. She squinted out of the nearest window to try and gauge how much time there was until dawn. By her estimation, there was still a couple of hours, giving the wolf plenty of time ruin Faith and Charlie's night. Even if it seemed like all the wolf wanted to do was sleep.

When Charlie returned with the hose pipe, Faith grinned at the other woman's ingenuity. "Yeah, I can make it work," she said as she took the pipe from Charlie. "Stand back. If this shit goes south, you get your cute ass out of here, am I clear?" She fixed Charlie with a stern look. "No heroics, you got it?"

With that, Faith began the uneasy task of binding the werewolf's limbs together with the length of hose pipe. The werewolf continued snoring, even as Faith tightened the pipe on it. The pipe wasn't easy to work with but Faith made the most of it since they didn't have any alternatives. She sat to admire her work. "Do you think that'll hold?"

[therapardalis]

See? Libraries are good! Or so Thera might say at some point further into their acquaintance. Right at the moment, however, she was preoccupied with waving for the waitress and putting in an order for eggs benedict - not for any particular preference but because it was on the blackboard for 'Daily Special' and it saved messing about with a menu.

And then her only comment was "Ooh, nice work!" as Faith presented her with more than enough reading material to see her through lunch.

"I didn't have quite as much luck." She added, opening the file, "Autopsy's not back yet, but I'm pretty sure there'll be a lot of facts but no real conclusion. I did manage to throw a wrench in the Sheriff's 'wild animal' theory," Which had been her main aim from the beginning, "by pointing out the fence all around the property. He's getting it checked to see if there's any breaches."

Thera's eggs arrived, and she put the file down to read and eat at the same time - and then when she got to the 'legend' part, her eyebrow twitched up. "A blacksmith and the 'Lord of the Forest' ... sounds like something out of Tolkien." Though naturally her tone conveyed that it very much wasn't.

"Hmm. Blacksmiths do work with iron ..."

[mcltitudes]

The waitress came by to take their food orders and left as quickly as she had arrived by their table, leaving Faith and Thera with their relative level of privacy. Faith sipped her coffee as Thera read through her research file, glowing slightly in the wake of the brief praise Thera gave. Enough time had passed for the waitress to return with their food but the she didn't hang around for long, giving them back their privacy.

"Lord of the Forest is a more common theme globally than I expected. Basically, if there's a forest, there's a lord or a lady in charge of it, usually fae-born," Faith said, repeating some of what she had learned, some of it she already knew, some of it she had learned from the library earlier. "This local one, though, has major beef with anyone who handles iron on a regular basis. It started with the blacksmith and it seemed like it has continued to the owner of all of those iron-made statues."

Faith shovelled some of her eggs and bacon into her mouth, not really observing the table manners she hadn't been taught. At least she finished her mouthful before speaking again. "I'd say most people know not to mess with the fae. You leave them alone, they'll leave you alone. The Lord is pissed 'bout something but I don't know what yet."

[therapardalis]

Thera listened, tipped her head briefly aside to show she understood. "I like me a soldier ... fighter, warrior, that sort of thing." And she knew exactly who to blame for that, too. "As long as he has a brain in there as well, you know?" Intelligence was probably the deciding factor, one way or another.

"Although if you're talking dangerous to you, then no, that's not my bag. I see quite enough danger just doing what I do, I don't want it in the bedroom as well." She shrugged, picking up on another detail Faith mentioned, "Personally I drive stick. I spent a while wondering whether that was all, but nothing else really worked for me." Given she'd lived through the Roman Empire, ancient Greece, the Renaissance and the 1960s, she'd had plenty of time to figure herself out.

"And," A grin, and return nudge with her elbow, "I'll keep 'teasing you like that' as long as you give such a great reaction!"

[mcltitudes]

The more Thera spoke, the more Faith's curiosity was piqued. There was so much for Faith to learn about the other woman and so far, they had barely scratched the surface. Faith was firmly under the impression that Thera was going to make her work for every single morsel of her backstory. Which was fair, Faith supposed. Faith might be an open book but that was her choice. Not everyone felt comfortable making that choice.

"Alright, alright, I get it! I gotta rein in my reactions, even when you tell me something scandalous," she said with a light laugh. "You're a tough nut to crack, you know that? I think this is the most personal information I've heard about you since we met." Faith realised this might be Thera's way of showing her trust in Faith. If so, Faith didn't want to ruin that for either of them.

[compelledcurator-deactivated202]

Munday Madness: Muse Party Edition | Accepting

@mcltitudes asked; Had Dean actually invited Faith to the party? Not in so many words but enough for Faith to turn up with a bottle of vodka and a big bag of tortilla chips. She slipped in and took in the scene. She smirked to herself as she left the bag of chips on the snack table and tried to see if she recognised anyone. (ooc: this is from Faith Lehane (BtVS) and is open to anyone also attending the party)

" And who do we have here then? "

Crowley was the first to notice the outcast step in uninvited. Faith had a rebellious look to her that peeked the demons interest, now that Wanda had left him to devour some pizza pockets.

The party wasn't a bad idea, they all needed to let of steam or strike up deals. The king of hell sipped his whisky. It was top shelve quality and deserved to be savoured, even in this setting.

" No " Dean stepped in, wavering at all of Crowley. " never do that again "

Sulking the demon left. Dean turned to face the woman from the bar, it was such a long time ago he'd almost forgotten but amongst all the pretty women, she stood out here.

" Hey, you heard about this? " he wasn't angry she'd turned up, if anything the hunter had underestimated how wrong this could all go. But so far everyone was still breathing.

" Can I get you anything? "

[mcltitudes]

Faith looked at the stranger as he approached and she immediately got the impression he did not have good intentions for her. She was curious to see how things might shake out between the two of them but before that opportunity presented it, Dean stepped in and practically shooed the other man away from her. She watched him go, clocking his direction of travel in case she wanted to find again later on.

She turned her attention back to Dean. It had a while since their first meeting but it would appear that he remembered her. "Yeah I heard," she confirmed without stating where she had heard the news from. She gave him what she believed to be a sweet smile. "What's on offer?" she asked, just to see how he would react. "I brought a bottle, I left it on a table 'round here some place. That's what you're supposed to do at these things, right?"

[mcltitudes]

continuing this thread with @backgroundnoisesrp

Faith lit a cigarette of her own and took a moment to enjoy the feeling of the smoke filling her lungs before slowly blowing it out into the air above her head. She nodded in acknowledgment of Giles' thanks. "No problem," she said, hoping to not reveal how much his thanks actually meant to her, even over something as small as a cigarette. "Shame we don't have some beers too, or something stronger," she joked.