✧ 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑨

[missallanea]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐀. an independent & selective & mutuals-only multi-fandom multi-muse. as loved by missa. 31. she / her. pst-7. low activity. 18+ only. personal blogs & minors blocked on sight.

chance the clown. demona. maximilian calypse. mileena. tsireya. varang. zoe graystone.

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 ✦ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ✦ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 ✦ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 ✦ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 ✦ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑

cosmicsouled ✦ crystalcalled ✦ disrpair // herfeast // kingjests ✦ madefate ✦ milfwriter ✦ nerditudes ✦ plasticsouled ✦ pompedia ✦ reanimatedmuses ✦ stardustedstories // helldustedstories ✦ stygicniron // gloryseized ✦ writingtides ✦ yieldingdreams

𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ✦ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 ✦ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 & 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 ✦ 𝐆𝐈𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆

[missallanea]

Hellboy's hand on her wrist was not the stone hold she was used to, when he felt so inclined to stop her outbursts. It lacked his usual resolve... which only served to further annoy her.

He wanted this! He as much as said so — so why still her hand?

❝ This is not what you do, ❞ she echoed, flipping the sai she still held in her free hand before dropping it to the dirt at their feet. Tension still held taut in her bones, eyes narrowing as she stared back. ❝ But it is what I do. ❞

Mileena let the statement hang for only a moment before moving swiftly — kicking the sai up from the ground and, in a second movement, kicking it toward her unfortunate victim, embedding the steel in their back... all without ever breaking Hellboy's hold on her.

❝ Now I'm done. ❞

@reanimatedmuses || cont.

[missallanea]

{ MISSALLANEA. 1. a collection of unrelated items, objects, or writings. 2. an over-caffeinated theatre kid. 3. three possums in a trench coat. 4. a writer of insufferable prose. 5. the patron saint of no impulse control. forever adding more muses from obscure sources. 18+. as adored by missa. }

[missallanea]

{ MISSALLANEA. 1. a collection of unrelated items, objects, or writings. 2. an over-caffeinated theatre kid. 3. three possums in a trench coat. 4. a writer of insufferable prose. 5. the patron saint of no impulse control. forever adding more muses from obscure sources. 18+. as adored by missa. }

[missallanea]

missa's massive multi to-do list :

shove replies in the queue ( no shit )

asks ( again, no shit )

new header @ vanaglcria

potential new post-pride dash icon

new dash icon @ vanaglcria

new promo @ vanaglcria

finish updating the 800 playlists

update psd credits

test new psds for nuala ( because I hate how inconsistent she looks with the one I have )

[missallanea]

finished the new header (will update credits in the AM but the template is by glimmergloom on Kofi!) and I might hate it tomorrow but tonight it's. Good enough.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

nobody “writes like ai” as long as they write, then they write. period. there’s no “writing like ai”. because by saying someone “writes like ai”, you’re implying that ai actually writes and that ai is the blueprint. but what ai does is mimic human-made works.

ai writes (aka they’re mimicking) like humans. not the other way around.

saying “this writer writes like ai” is the equivalent of saying “your work looks like those other works that copied yours”

[pompedia]

✦ lovesick ✦

❥ @missallanea asked: “Would it really kill you if we kissed?“ / fox @ elisa, idek if she's serious or just wants to make her squirm

  …Is she serious? It wasn't as if they were friends, or even acquaintances, let alone at each other's throats, by her own cause or by her husbands. Elisa fixed the other woman with a judging look, trying to gauge whatever her plan was, ❝…Aren't you a married woman?❞ She asks, her arms crossing over her chest, ❝And a mother?❞

  She hadn't thought about really kissing anyone else other than Goliath, so why would she consider kissing Fox?

  ❝It wouldn't kill me. I just never thought about it.❞ Her arms cross over her chest, assessing the woman and her possible motives, ❝…What's this about, Fox?❞

[missallanea]

❝ And what would my being a mother have to do with anything? ❞ Amusement curves at red-painted lips, the expression giving no obvious tells about her intention one way or the other. ❝ Don't tell me your idea of motherhood involves resigning yourself to a life of chastity, Detective Maza. ❞

Clearly, the little game she's playing at isn't going over well with the other woman, and Fox offers a half-hearted shrug in response.

❝ You sound like I have to have some ulterior motive. Isn't it possible for a woman to just want to show her appreciation for New York's Finest? ❞ Ha! It sounded ridiculous, even to her own ears.

[stcries]

"well, yeah--!" his arms are quickly thrown up in annoyance, very much in an exaggerated fashion, not dissimilar from a child teetering on the edge of a tantrum, peter huffing as he settles. "of course i do, it's just..."

"my stories have action, adventure, swashbuckling and sword fighting!" maybe it was peter's favouritism towards tales that included not only himself, but ones that end in a certain captain's humiliation. anything else seemed lacking, in a sense? he was still listening, but his legs were still swinging in boredom.

[missallanea]

❝ And who's to say a woman's stories couldn't contain all of those things? Why, I know many stories of daring adventures and mysterious monsters. ❞

Clarion wouldn't find it in herself to be too put off by Peter's attitude. If she took the opinions of every young one in Neverland to heart, she would have fallen apart centuries ago. ❝ Though, I suppose, if they're of no interest to you... I can simply be silent. Since it seems I'm talking too much...? ❞

[wolfpackmuses]

Judging by her mannerisms alone, Caden was picking up on the fact that she did not appear to be one of the normal Na'vi, if even that... she didn't seem like she was one of the ones he was supposed to be searching for in the first place. His eyes kept trained on her, watching every move, listening to every word she spoke, and as he watched, he couldn't help but wonder if this was someone who had come across quite a few soldiers so far that had acted the same way to her.

It wouldn't surprise him, especially when there were so many humans on the planet who were trying to hunt down rogue Na'vi, so... maybe her being chill with a gun in her face was not as odd an experience anymore. Especially when he was clearly shorter than she was in this situation. That didn't make him feel too confident himself it it came to a fight, but...

He liked to think he had some sort of small advantage in being a bit more nimble than the Na'vi. Maybe he wouldn't be, he couldn't say for sure. But... at the same time, he didn't really want to find out right away, or at least not right now.

His weapon lowered slightly as his eyes glanced over to the identification badge she held out, and he gave a small grumble. Not one of anger that she was one he couldn't go after, but more so that the RDA did not make it clear that the allies they were working with had identification. Which made it seem like his job was almost not worth it, in a way. Although the payment still was good...

❝Woulda' been nice if the RDA had made it clear that some of ya' were at least wearin' identification,❞ he huffed softly as he dropped the weapon completely and slung it over his back. He said nothing for a moment as he yanked a piece of tech off his belt and began messing with something, grumbling a bit again and trying to sort out the issue of... whatever it was. He gave it a good few whacks before he glanced up to her.

❝I am a dog, or at least something similar to that,❞ he huffed quietly in a language she would likely understand better, being the Na'vi language, thanks to his translator... working again. Sometimes all it took was a few good hits to get the tech he got working...

❝But I would not say I am a damn pet,❞ he snarls as he clips the translator back to his side, crossing his arms over his chest and looking up to her, ❝Apologies for the hostilities, regardless. RDA wasn't exactly the most descriptive about some of ya' having those badges... I'm supposed to be huntin' down.. I guess people from a tribe that looks similar to ya' that didn't want to partner with the RDA.❞

He sighed and looked from her to the surrounding environment, taking it in for a moment and scanning his surroundings... just in case.

❝I'm... assumin' this is somethin' ya' might have heard about? Bein' ya' have a badge?❞

[missallanea]

With the quiet noise that left the creature, Varang was contented that her identification had done the trick, and returned it to where it had been at her hip. Whether the noise was at herself or the organization which had deigned to give such little trinkets to their collaborators, she couldn't say — but it had gotten the weapon turned away from her, for the time being.

Yellow eyes watched with an intensity, curiosity that the Na'vi woman could not be bothered to hide as she watched him toy with whatever device he had pulled from his hip, and slowly, she lowered herself to a crouch to gain a better vantage with which to watch. Observing, as she often did when it came to the belongings of Sky People, with the intention to learn. To understand.

It was the job of tsahìk, to understand Pandora and all of her whims. The Sky People were a part of this world now, whether the rest of the People wished it or not... so she watched, and she learned.

His language shifted, Varang's gaze flicking from the device to his mouth and back once before tilting her head. Slowly, a sharp smile began to take shape.

❝ Sky People warriors, you all say this. That you are not dogs... but you bark like one. You bite. You follow orders. ❞ A hand is waved, dismissive of her own statement, as though she's said her piece and now expected nothing more from the conversation.

Not that such tricks worked on outsiders.

❝ According to your people, all Na'vi look the same. ❞ There is something amused in her voice, clearly not particularly offended by the words — words that she has heard whispered in tongues they think she does not understand. Words she echoes and questions. Words she has learned, and holds, and sharpens on her tongue. ❝ But yes. I know the clan of which you speak. ❞

[missallanea]

ended up working on icons today and, my god, I forgot how much I loved the border I did for Praxina?

like?? her spell circle? her swords? the oracle gems? I did good with this one. >3

[bravevolunteer]

THE LAST THING that Michael is in the mood to handle is another one of his siblings' problems. He shoots her a look, brow arched in clear annoyance— despite the fact that he groans about it, eyes rolling, he shrugs off his headphones anyway, turning his attention to the pieces clutched in little hands.

"How'd you even manage to break that thing off? Isn't it supposed to just-" Vague hand gesture. "-stand there and spin?"

Easy enough fix, though, and not ignoring her might save him an earful later. "Probably needs super glue."

[missallanea]

❝ She was, ❞ came the petulant response, the pout on her face even making its way into her voice, as she explains, ❝ And I was. ❞

Yes, if she'd simply left the jewelry box sitting on her dresser the way she was supposed to, the ballerina likely wouldn't have broken. However, when one took a heavy box and decided to spin around one's room with it... mistakes were bound to happen.

It wasn't her fault the little dancer was so delicate.

Elizabeth would risk the mocking from Michael in order to have the beloved thing fixed. ❝ I'm not allowed to use the super glue anymore. ❞

[missallanea]

gonna be back to working on my queue today !! and also looking at my craft supplies and being delulu about the idea that I'm going to finish both a new bag AND a set of wings for ren faire...

[lumenhollow]

The Collector beamed, his eyes sparkling with wild delight as he spun in a lazy loop through the air. “Well, I’m the Collector!” he announced, clapping his hands together once with a sharp pop. “I was flying way up high, and then boom! I crashed right into this forest!” He tilted his head, blinking at the trees around him while he floated a little higher, boots kicking playfully. “Where am I, anyway?”

He giggled, the sound bright and sudden, like glass chimes in a storm. “This place looks super fun! Or maybe super weird. Either way, new game!”

[missallanea]

❝ The Collec— ❞ Clarion had only half made it through the unusual name when the child clapped their hands together, and the noise that followed briefly rattled through her head.

Her gaze watches cautiously as he floated, not so dissimilar to another lost boy, seemingly entirely unconcerned at being lost.

❝ I think you must have wandered away from the other Lost Boys... Whatever game Peter sent you off on, I'm afraid you've wandered further than you should have. ❞

[missallanea]

@reanimatedmuses : 🔥 Creature would absolutely sleep with Lucy but he'd never dare to ask xD 🔥 Hellboy knows it'd be super risky trying with Mileena.... but worth a shot?

❝ Sweet'eart, seems like there's somefin' you wan' t' ask? Oh? Why's your face gone so red...? ❞

She knows he's attracted to her — in some form or another — though I don't think she knows how to approach the topic! If he ever asked, I think she wouldn't be opposed. She's quite sweet on him, after all. But she'd never broach the topic herself.

❝ Ohh...? How delicious. We can find out once and for all who has the stronger will — and who would kneel first : a prince or an empress. ❞

Hey, I told you she wanted to climb him like a fucking tree within like one meeting. Hellboy can probably keep up with her, too... though he should definitely be careful. She bites.

send 🔥 if your muse would sleep with mine!

[missallanea]

no one asked to see my haunted farmer's market haul but I'm sharing it anyway... >3

p.s. I did not escape un-sunburned.

[missallanea]

Hello from the Haunted Farmer's Market!