A Storm of Muses

Multimuse RP Blog. OC and Canon. Indepenent. Semi selective. Multiship. AU and Crossover Friendly. Written by Bella. Sideblog, follows from Sistersweird.

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@musarumheros​ who wrote the hell out of yasha ! 

       She couldn’t quite blame her to the point of not trusting her. As far as her track record went, Beau was a bit hit or miss when it came to leading the team away from danger. Leading anyone away from anything, really. Still, she was glad Yasha was back and hoped to give her something to look forward to and enjoy. 

        “Thing is– I figured you love punching just about as much as I do.” She murmured back, giving her a wry smile. Beauregard highly doubted that anyone liked punching quite as much as her. “There’s this place. At the bottom a butcher shop. Underground fight ring. Totally the best.”

           And rounding the corner, she knocked on a door. Turning her attention away from Yasha, she addressed the man who showed up. “Two pieces of meat, on ice, for your special issue cut.” 

“You’re taking me to fighting ring. Because I like to fight?” Yasha asked, her voice gentling, and a little of the stress going out of her shoulders as she rolled them.

Fists weren’t really her best medium. But letting go a little, after everything. Letting that anger out, she formed fists at her sides and quirked a smile. And then sighed.

“See the way you says that has me nervous again. That’s an ominous phrasing,” she said, dryly, leaning over Beau’s shoulder to whisper it to her. And really, she wasn’t sure she was ready for anything with anyone. But Beau taking her along to something like this, that she was pretty sure nobody else in the group would quite get.

Well it was nice. It was sweet, in a weird sort of way that Yasha liked.

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musarumheros‌ * jean x zatanna ! 

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“Oh shut up Jean,” Zatanna snapped. It would have been easier if she was being a cad, if she was being terrible. But no she was here being longing and broken and needing but holding back and-

Zatanna was already weak for the other woman alright? And she looked so good like this. Part of her taking more satisfaction than she should in the other woman’s begging. Knowing how much the other woman hated that.

And slowly, the sorceress pressed herself against Jean. “Take what you need, fuck me. I can yell at you for all this later. But you’re staying for at least breakfast, understood? You don’t get to show up, fuck, and disappear. Not again,” Zatanna ordered, voice low and serious even as a very slight smile tugged at her lips. She let her mouth brush against Jean’s. Not quite kissing. But teasing. Inviting.

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Out of all of Vessemir’s sons, or that’s what she tended to think of the three wolf witchers ( it was kinder than the alternative ), she liked Eskel especially. Perhaps if she had been wiser, perhaps if destiny had been kinder, she would have had a stomach for sweet men like him, but it was far too late to wonder such questions. Geralt was her– something and that wasn’t going to change ever  anytime soon. She managed a polite smile, violet eyes shining only with amusement and not their previous vehemence. 

“I would be better if Geralt didn’t try to run off and slick his sword with filth every time I attempt to make him presentable.” She didn’t let any irritation crease her features, just her tone of voice gave away her displeasure. “We have a meeting in Aretuza. Or we did before he headed off after some kikimora in the swamp.”  Her focus settled on him more fully, black leather-clad limbs moving to sit in the nearby stool, “Are you looking for him as well? – or am I to believe it is just fortuitous I find you so close to his trail?” 

“He kills when he’s nervous, and you make him nervous. Bring things up to the surface too much,” Eskel said, with a gentle sort of gruffness even as he snorted at her polite smile.

The sorceress was a lot. With about a hundred too many jagged edges for his taste, but at the same time, he fretted over her more than he should. More than Lam did, and Geralt always got so turned around. But he could trace well enough how the sharpness got there.

Not so unlike Lambert’s own really. A part of them hurting. “I’ll make sure to clear things out so he doesn’t have to handle them. Won’t mind the coin either,” and then he hesitated, turning to her and tilting his head slightly, honestly curious. “You ever wonder why he runs when you try to make him presentable?”

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     She slipped one hand through the air and the equipment was moved near the door, cleaner than before, though her eyes slipped over his form as he left with a small smile tugging at her lips. It was still difficult to believe that all of this was the new normal. ( not that she was complaining ) After Novigrad, she didn’t think anything would ever feel normal but here she was– happy. 

         “So, you can teach an old wolf new tricks!” She called behind him with a wider grin pulling at her lips. She honestly meant it as praise, but teasing him was easy. 

                 Watching him in the mirror, she finished the last details of her hair and rouged her cheeks just a bit. The kiss to her shoulder was enough to make her eyes flutter closed, the softness of the gesture was– a welcome change. “I missed you, too.” She said before her bright blue eyes up at his rugged form. “Good hunt?” 

“You can. With a great deal of effort,” Eskel called back, laughing. He took it in the spirit it was meant, it was easy with Triss. She didn’t needle him like his brothers, and like well-

Quite a few people needled witchers, even their lovers.

“Very good. More coin than usual. The actual pay was crap, but the sirens I handled lead me to a downed pirate ship. Took most of it to the bank. I ah. More than I’ve had, in a while,” ever, actually. The only reason he wasn’t elated was because he normally didn’t think much of having money. Except now he had a partner, someone he was committed too. Things like money could matter.  “There were about six chests I dragged up. Almost filled with coin”

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      She knew that tone of voice, and it inspired what it always did– a soft roll of her eyes and defeated sigh. Removing one of her hands so that she could prop herself up on an elbow, Dinah prepared for the logic that was Barabara Gordon. She might have had a quick-wit, but she was nowhere near Bab’s level of intelligence. 

           “Can’t we just– not?” She offered lamely. “Not worry about it, not over-think, and just– enjoy it.” Her hand still on her hip, squeezed softly, trying to reassure her partner, her friend, and her– more than all of that combined. “I liked the enjoying it part very much.”

“I liked the enjoying part of it too, Dinah,” Babs said softly, the other’s words stopping her mid nervous-rant. She just watched her for a moment.

“It’s hard not to over think it, though. I would never want to ruin anything with you. And I’m not. You know I’m not good at. Not defining things,” and she wasn’t sure Dinah wanted to define anything. Or if she wanted to just. Enjoy.

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@musarumheros from Trope Mashup 97 & 98 Tajna 

Time Travel & Curses 

           Curses weren’t the type of thing to be taken lightly. Especially not when they leveraged most of the celestial plane– oh, they’d thought to TRAP her. What foolish peons– she had ruled them. She had been a god, but they had laid her low… temporarily. They would see her in an obsidian crown again– of that she was sure. 

                Dorcas growled, the shadow leaving her mouth like smoke. Curses could be broken, as long as she stayed strong enough to pull strings on the other side. The agony lasted forever…. and then a bit longer. But then– after an eon, her prison was broken– by the touch of a finger. She materialized, out of time and space, perhaps even on a different plane altogether. 

                        Her eyes, however, fixed on the figure before her. Black ink and smoke evaporated slowly from her form, leaving the porcelain skin of Dorcas in a midnight blue gown and a smile tugging at her lips. She stretched, glancing around, and finally swept long dark locks over a single shoulder. “And who, on all the crimes and calamities, is the one who finally broke that damned vessel and lifted the curse on me?” 

“Tajna...Tajna Jasnoca-Iyer, ma’am. That would be me,” Tajna said, a little nervous and a little breathless from when she’d stumbled back. She was in her workshop, surrounded by glass works of her own creation, her magic humming around her.

She’d known the strange box had held something, made of glass that wasn’t quite glass and writhing with power. It’s why she’d brought it back to her home before letting her hands touch it.

Given where it’d been found, well. She was fairly sure whoever had been held inside was dangerous. But things like this were horrible.”May I ask who you are? I ah. I don’t have much idea, but I don’t believe in cages, especially such little ones. I take it you were cursed into there?” she asked, hesitant, the flames of her hair whipping anxiously.

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@musarumheros 92 & 99 for jean x zee ! 

kink & magical accidents 

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She should have known better. Bollocks, she should have known bloody fucking better. Instead, she had run off into battle with some very powerful incubus that kept draining housewives of a pretty little suburban neighborhood– powerful enough to block spells back into her face. She’d tried her cleanse herself, exorcize whatever evil had taken root, but even the Nightmare Nurse hadn’t much luck – ‘got to let it work its way out of your system jeanie girl.’ Fat lump of shit she was worth. 

            An ache had settled in the pit of her stomach. A need that was beginning to slowly strip of her of whatever was left of her right mind. Dammit. She shouldn’t have gone to Zee– but the portal had already been summoned. All she had to do was walk through it. She did. 

                 “Zee. Zatanna. I need your– your help.” She winced at the sheer heat of her body, the throbbing need like a heartbeat and headache. She needed to fuck. This was too much to ask. Jean didn’t have any right. But– for her sanity– at least if she had to do it, she wanted to do it with someone she loved cared about… “Its– the incubus,” she figured it would be easier to show than to tell, and so, digging her hands into her pockets, Jean glanced purposefully down at her enormous erection. 

Zatanna was getting ready to curse Jean, truthfully. Stumbling in out of nowhere, no call, no warning. Just. Portal right there and the woman coming out except-

Except she looked-

Zatanna swallowed, glancing down as a surge of arousal ran through her at the sight of Jean like this. “You look far better with a cock than I expected,” she said, bluntly, her cheeks a little red, trying to be wry. Her mind had stuttered for a moment, but then it caught up and she wasn’t sure whether to be livid or delighted.

“You need to fuck, don’t you? To bury that in somebody. And you came here?” she asked, as neutrally as she could, even though her eyes were dilated, and she. Well. It was Jean. No matter how rough things got she always cared.

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My muse's memories were erased. (How is up to the mun) What does yours do now that mine doesn't know any better? What lies would you feed them?

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@musarumheros continued from here !

When her sister had set her up with one of the men that worked with her at Palmer Tech, an engineer at that, she hadn’t had high expectations. Leonard Snart, however, had impressed. Especially in the kiss that had sent shivers down her spine and toes curling, god— she had thought kisses like that were just story book nonsense.

Blinking from the daze of pheremones, she smiled and tugged him into the apartment after her. There wasn’t much outside of the large slab of stone which was lit at the center— a kitchenette— and a bed and single door to a bathroom.

“I don’t either— Want the night to end. I have a bottle of bourbon? We can talk? You can even pose for me, if youre game.”

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@musarumheros continued from here !

When her sister had set her up with one of the men that worked with her at Palmer Tech, an engineer at that, she hadn’t had high expectations. Leonard Snart, however, had impressed. Especially in the kiss that had sent shivers down her spine and toes curling, god— she had thought kisses like that were just story book nonsense.

Blinking from the daze of pheremones, she smiled and tugged him into the apartment after her. There wasn’t much outside of the large slab of stone which was lit at the center— a kitchenette— and a bed and single door to a bathroom.

“I don’t either— Want the night to end. I have a bottle of bourbon? We can talk? You can even pose for me, if youre game.”

Leonard smiled softly, meeting her gaze as the other woman asked. His brow arched slightly.

“Bourbon, a talk, and a beautiful woman’s attention?” he asked wryly, eyes dancing. “I think I can manage that, yes.”

He nodded, stepping in after her once she invited him in. The engineer hadn’t expected anything at all out of this set up with an artist of all things. Except she’d turned out rather wonderful. And that kiss.

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Alcohol was always dangerous, but particularly after a mission that was so sucessful. The Birds were actually doing what they were meant to— and it had led her to making a few bold decisions where her genius partner was involved.

“Oh, too late to play innocent now, Barbara.” The name trilled off of her tongue as she sleepily tugged her closer with a strong and sure hand at her hip. Even given the liquid courage, she was finding it difficult to write off the altercation like she normally would.

“You enjoyed yourself quite thoroughly if memory serves,” she smiled, blue irises watching the red head carefully even as her thumb ran soothing lines against the soft flesh of her side.

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@musarumheros continued from here !

Alcohol was always dangerous, but particularly after a mission that was so sucessful. The Birds were actually doing what they were meant to— and it had led her to making a few bold decisions where her genius partner was involved.

“Oh, too late to play innocent now, Barbara.” The name trilled off of her tongue as she sleepily tugged her closer with a strong and sure hand at her hip. Even given the liquid courage, she was finding it difficult to write off the altercation like she normally would.

“You enjoyed yourself quite thoroughly if memory serves,” she smiled, blue irises watching the red head carefully even as her thumb ran soothing lines against the soft flesh of her side.

“I...Dinah,” Babs blushed furiously, squirming as the other woman tugged her close. She didn’t struggle though, despite moving a little, and her cheeks were a little red.

“I mean I did. I just. Maybe we shouldn’t have?” she asked, her voice a little unsure and her mind racing ahead. This could go so bad in more than a few ways.

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The ship was small. It barely had sleeping quarters for one person, let alone a child and herself in addition to the madolorian. Still, she had known he could come down from the pilot’s helm at any moment. Perhaps that had been part of the fun of it, especially after she could sense him in the doorway of the bed chamber he had loned to her for a much needed respite— though frustations of a carnal nature had made that difficult.

Cara’s fingers left her core, ghosting over her form before they settled at her bottom lip. Her eyes were dark as blood when they caught his mask. “I thought it was obvious. I have a thing for men in beskar steel.” Slowly she tiltsd her head. “Gonna do something with that knowledge, Din?”

Din watched her for a moment. For once he was actually annoyed by the sight through his helm. He was hungry to see her with his naked eyes. At the same time. The helm adjusted for the low light. He could see just how her chest rose and fell.

He swallowed, thick and dark as he slowly walked closer. “Do you want me to...Cara?” he asked, looking down over her and lowering himself to sit at the edge of the bunk, a hand tracing over her thigh. Still in his gloves, but he wouldn’t go further without seeing just how she’d respond to him.

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58 + 92 ; cara and din

Kink Accidental Eavesdropping  

“Those really the things you think of, with me?” Din said, voice thick behind his helmet. He didn’t realize she’d be so vocal, that she’d be so explicit. And he was fairly sure she hadn’t meant for him to hear any of that.

But he couldn’t help but comment. He felt greedy to see her reaction. To hear her talk to him in the aftermath of what she’d just done. And far more intrigued than he though he’d be by what she was saying.

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46 + 42 ; sara and leonard ?

The Big Damn KissBlind Date  

Leonard’s cool cracked a little, as they pulled back from the kiss. His implacable expression sliding into a very soft smile. The blind date had been something he’d been pushed into, he was fairly sure she had been too but-

Then that goodnight kiss. Or what should have been.

“I don’t really mean to invite myself in, that’d be a bit crude. But I don’t really want the night to end now. And I definitely don’t want this to be a one time deal,” he drawled, smooth and sincere.

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76 + 91 ; babs and dinah

Did They or Didn’t They?PWP 

Barbara woke up, her eyes wide as she swallowed thickly, glancing over the older woman. The woman in her bed.

The naked woman in her bed. All around the bed, a few things were scattered. Clothing. A strap on.  Some rope. A flogger. A plug. A few other toys. She had half of a pair of leather cuffs on one wrist and a collar of all things on her neck.

“Did we...I. Did I really?” she murmured, her cheeks on fire. The memories of the last night slowly coming back to her.

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Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP

Rules: Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story. 

Historical AU 

Royal AU 

Modern AU 

Coffee Shop AU 

Bar/Restaurant AU 

Bookshop AU 

Florist AU  

Hospital AU 

Dance AU 

Airport/Travel AU 

Neighbour AU 

Roommate AU 

Detective AU 

Bodyguard AU 

Criminal AU 

Prison AU 

War AU 

Circus AU 

Summer Camp AU 

Teacher AU 

Dystopian AU 

Space AU 

Performer AU 

Soulmate AU 

Fairy Tale AU 

Massage Fic  

Sick/Injured Fic 

Proposal Fic  

Wedding Fic  

Holiday Fic  

Birthday Fic 

Pregnancy Fic  

Baby Fic 

Vacation Fic  

Bathtub Fic 

Text/Letter Fic 

Coming Out Fic   

Grief Fic  

Survival/Wilderness Fic  

Almost Kiss 

First Kiss 

The Big Damn Kiss 

Dance of Romance  

Flowers of Romance 

Chocolate of Romance  

Blind Date  

Not a Date  

Fake Dating 

Fake Married 

Arranged Marriage  

Accidentally Married 

Marriage of Convenience 

Mutual Pining 

Secret Relationship  

Established Relationship 

Awful First Meeting 

Forgotten First Meeting  

Accidental Eavesdropping  

Interrupted Declaration of Love 

Poorly Timed Confession 

Love Confession 

Love Confessor (Character A confessing their love for Character B to Character C)  

Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple 

Star Crossed Lovers  

It’s Not You, It’s Me 

It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies  

Character in Peril 

Heroic Sacrifice 

Flirting Under Fire 

Locked in a Room 

Twenty-Four Hours to Live  

Stranded on A Desert Island 

Stranded Due to Inclement Weather 

Huddling for Warmth 

Bed Sharing  

Did They or Didn’t They? 

In Vino Veritas  

Above the Influence  

Anger Born of Worry  

Green-Eyed Epiphany  

The Missus and the Ex 

Second Love  

Intimate Artistry  

Married to the Job  

Innocent Physical Contact 

I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On 

Aroused By Her Voice  

Erotic Dreams 

First Time 

Unexpected Virgin 

PWP 

Kink 

Makeovers 

Hair Brushing/Braiding 

Sleep Intimacy 

Scars  

Time Travel  

Curses 

Magical Accidents 

Accidentally Saving the Day   

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The Mandalorian  |  1x04 - “Chapter Four: Sanctuary”

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@musarumheros​ liked the sc for a smol af starter from triss merigold ! 

Triss smiled at the sight of him appearing in the doorway. It was welcome, even if it was new, and it was beginning to feel natural. Still, when the scent of sulfer and sweat hit her nose, she couldn’t help the wrinkle. “You’re back in one piece, but you smell like you had quite a tussle with it.” Turning back to the mirror in front of her, she went back to fixing her hair, primping in a way that was just enough. Like her sisters in the Lodge, she cared for what she looked like, even if she didn’t touch the narcissism of some of them. “Now, go bathe.” She ordered with a teasing light in her eyes as she put on the amulet she often wore the same cornflower blue as her eyes when she’d been a girl– so different from the jade irises staring back at her now. 

Eskel flashed her a grin, dropping his swords and some of his equipment down on the desk, and stripping his shirt off as he glanced at her. She looked beautiful, as usual. In that dangerous way he’d learned to associate with sorceress’.

“I’ll be out when you can’t smell the monster on me anymore,” he said agreeably, before walking into the bathing room to strip the rest of the way down. He took his time washing himself, groaning and attending to his few small wounds before emerging with just a towel covering him, his body dried off.

“I missed you,” he said, low and honest as he walked up to her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.