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@mysterycflife
independent, selective multi-muse featuring muses from greek mythology, bridgerton, a song of ice and fire, james bond, slow horses, stranger things, severance, the vampire chronicles, star wars and criminal minds.
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@kit-just-kit asked: "What did you do?"
"Nothing!" Benedict answered too fast for someone without guilt. "What have you heard?" Honestly, there were a number of things Kit could be referring to. She knew too much. The bane of being friends with someone for this long, and someone close to the rest of his family. He pondered what his sisters or mother could have told her about his latest ventures.
@sleuthscreams asked: i don't want to have to come looking for you. you hear me? ( for will )
An annoyed huff escaped the younger boy. "So don't!" Will added in a defiant tone. He wasn't confrontational, but lately everyone was getting on his nerves with their worry. As if he were a baby and couldn't take care of himself. Like he was about to disappear again any second. It was bearable from his brother, maybe even a bit welcome from his mother, but he wanted everything to go back to normal. The gate to the Upside Down was closed. The mindflayer was gone. Will wanted to have a normal summer. Hang out with his friend. The chance to be alone when things were getting a bit confusing. "You're not my keeper! I'm allowed to be by myself when I want to!"
@paradisusamissam asked: " holy shit, are you okay ? " ( mark x helly )
It was her question that made Mark aware of his body again. The danger of everything around them had him almost forget the beating he had received earlier. Okay, maybe not forget...but it made it easier to ignore the pain. But it returned in full force now. The throbbing pain in his chest and head, and he flinched away when he saw Helly reaching out to touch him. Grimace on his face as he pressed his own hand against the side of his body that had taken the most kicks. Mark wondered what he must look like to her now. The red light of the alarm had faded, and everything was plunged into dull white light again. Almost like nothing had happened. As if they could get up and continue their workday like any other day.
With a groan, Mark leaned against the wall. Let himself fall against it. "No," he muttered. "Got beaten up when I was trying to get downstairs." To where his outies wife had been held. The thought had him look back from where they had come. Think of the desperation in Ms. Casey's - Gemma's - voice. It caused a piercing pain to strike through his head, and Mark to groan again. "What happened with Mr. Milchick? Are you okay?"
🐝 * ― 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭𝒀 𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ i can carry that for you. ❜ ❛ i can come over, if you don't want to be alone. ❜ ❛ i can go with you, so you don't have to do this by yourself. ❜ ❛ i can keep you warm. ❜ ❛ i can listen for as long as you need me to. ❜ ❛ i can make breakfast while you stay in bed. ❜ ❛ i can make you laugh. just give me a minute. ❜ ❛ i can remember enough for both of us. ❜ ❛ i can share mine with you. ❜ ❛ i can stay with you a little longer. ❜ ❛ i can take care of you for once. ❜ ❛ i can wait for you here. ❜ ❛ can i keep this? it reminds me of you. ❜ ❛ can i keep you company? ❜ ❛ can i kiss you? ❜ ❛ can i lay my head in your lap? ❜ ❛ can i see you smile again? ❜ ❛ can i take care of you tonight? ❜ ❛ can i tell you how pretty you look? ❜ ❛ can i tell you something silly? ❜ ❛ can we just do nothing today? ❜ ❛ can we stay like this a little longer? ❜ ❛ can you come a little closer? ❜ ❛ can you hold me for just a second? ❜ ❛ can you promise you'll text when you get home? ❜ ❛ you can always come home to me. ❜ ❛ you can be as clingy as you want. i don't mind. ❜ ❛ you can be soft here. ❜ ❛ you can come over whenever you miss me. ❜ ❛ you can have the last bite. ❜ ❛ you can have this; it was supposed to be yours anyway. ❜ ❛ you can hide here for a while. ❜ ❛ you can keep looking at me like that. ❜ ❛ you can keep my heart. i wasn't using it anyway. ❜ ❛ you can kiss me again, if you want. ❜ ❛ you can lean on me. ❜ ❛ you can pick the music. ❜ ❛ you can stay as long as you want. ❜ ❛ you can stay close to me, i like that. ❜ ❛ you can take my hand. ❜
"Why are you awake?" Prompts
"Couldn't sleep?"
"Midnight snack...? Without me!?"
"Looks like we're both night owls."
"Go back to bed."
"Smoke break? This late?"
"Looks like we'll both be tired as shit in the morning."
"Not sleeping is my thing actually,"
"Don't tell me we both had nightmares."
"Honey, it's late."
"I woke up and you weren't there."
"Sleepover where no one sleeps, imagine."
"I can stay the night if you want."
"You'll have serious bags under your eyes at this rate."
"It is peaceful this late....isn't it?"
"Wanna put on a movie and hope we doze off?"
"We gonna start an insomnia club?"
"Please try to get some rest."
"Don't make me tell you what time it is."
"Let me guess....rough night?"
"Look, I found some sheep we can count."
"Let's try decaf coffee right now..."
"Might as well do something fun if neither of us are sleeping."
"Worrying all night isn't going to help you."
"We could try cuddling? It helps me sleep."
"Sleep or no sleep....same bullshit tomorrow."
"Wonder if anywhere delivers at this hour..."
"Take out??? Oh a food coma- you're a genius."
"The stars are lovely, aren't they?"
"I have sleep meds, but clearly they didn't work."
"Dream of anything?"
"Being tired and unable to sleep....now that's some bullshit."
"Warm milk and cookies- could be worth a try?"
"Maybe you'd sleep better if you stop doomscrolling."
"You can tell me if something is wrong....but if not... I'm fine just hanging out in the dark."
"Do you call everyone this late, or am I special?"
𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . ( ice breaker )
✧ › Send "Looks like we're stuck together." for a sudden situation forces our muses into close quarters. A great way to break the ice with mutuals you'd like to write with but are nervous to approach!
// I'm gonna fly away tomorrow on holiday. The queue will run for a while longer. When I'm back, I'm gonna tackle the rest of the replies I owe. Sendings hug to everyone who wants one!
@rheaeaseandflow asked: Eurybia distracting Crius from a task by kissing his neck.
There was no rest for the wicked, as some mortals tended to say. The same was true for both Crius and Eurybia. The lord of the night sky had withdrawn to his study to work. His imprisonment had left the constellation in disarray, and even years after his return, he still had to bring everything back in order. Renew the spells he had woven into the sky. But Eurybia, it seemed, had other plans for the night. She had slipped into his office after him, making herself comfortable on the couch to read. But eventually she had migrated to his lap, studying the maps on his desk. Those were forgotten as well now. She had found a more interesting occupation.
A low groan escaped him as Eurybia's lips connected with a specifically sensitive spot on his neck. Black eyes closed, and he leaned back, offering her more space. There had been a time when he would've admonished her for distracting him from his duties, but those times had passed. Their relationship had changed.
His hand moved to the back of her head, fingers entangling in her hair. "Devious nymph, keeping me from my duties." There was no anger or disapproval in his tone. "Was this your plan all along?" His other hand moved over her figure until it rested on her thigh. A slap before he gripped her hard to pull her closer.
@mysterycflife | Closed starter: Sophie & Spencer
The walk from the parking lot to the building entrance had given Sophie far too much time to reconsider this decision.
Three months.
Three months since she’d found the birth certificate tucked away among paperwork her mother had always insisted on handling herself. Three months since she’d sat cross-legged on her apartment floor surrounded by folders, legal documents, and grief, learning that the father she’d never known had apparently left behind more than a name.
Three months of research had followed. Quietly confirming facts. Looking at photographs. Closing browser tabs only to reopen them again an hour later. She had spent weeks convincing herself she was only gathering information, that she wasn’t actually going to do this.
Standing here now, all of that preparation felt spectacularly useless.
Clutching the visitor’s badge clipped awkwardly to her jacket and the folder containing copies of every document she thought she might need, Sophie followed the directions she’d been given through unfamiliar hallways. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag as soon as she spotted him.
He looked frustratingly normal.
Not like a secret that had somehow survived twenty-five years unnoticed. Not like the answer to questions she’d never thought to ask. Not like the missing piece she’d spent the last three months trying not to obsess over.
Just a man.
Her stomach dropped anyway.
“Dr. Reid?”
The words came out steadier than she felt, though she barely recognized her own voice. For one brief second, Sophie considered turning around and walking directly back out of the building.
Instead, she stayed rooted where she stood.
“I know this is strange,” she began carefully, shifting the folder slightly against her chest. “And probably inappropriate. And I promise I’m not here to ruin your day.”
A small pause followed, mostly because there was apparently no version of this conversation that sounded normal in her head.
“My name is Sophie Reid.”
Another pause.
Then, because there was no graceful way left to say it:
“I think we might have the same father.”
Life was slowly starting to form normality around him again. Get up. Get to work. Come home. Dream of a world where he could still pick up the phone to hear Maeve's voice. Where he had been able to save her. There was a truth in everything he had ever read about grief. In everything he had been told by the counselor, he saw once a week on the bureau's behest. Slowly, Spencer was learning to live with the pain. It was chronic now. No hope of healing, only management. A new normality. Getting up. Working. Reading. Coffee with enough sweetener to dangerously spike his blood sugar.
The young woman was not the first one to address him on his way to work. Spencer had had stalkers before. Fan of his work both with the BAU and with the countless other endeavors he pursued. And despite knowing that he should ignore her. Tell her to go through official channels to get in touch, he stopped and raised his head. He would never have his own safety in mind when he could help someone else.
He frowned at her name. Confusion set on his face when she told him who she was. The disbelief Spencer felt was more a gut reaction than anything else. Statistically, she wasn't far off. He knew how old his father had been when he had abandoned Spencer and his mother. Young enough to start a new life. A new wife. A new family. And suddenly he was furious. Hated his father a little more than he had just minutes ago.
"William Reid," Spencer answered. "Las Vegas resident, with a position as an attorney at Kierschenbaum, Wieder and Moore law firm in Summerlin." His voice was sober. Like he was speaking about a possible unsub rather than his own father. He didn't wait for her to answer. Her face told him everything he needed to know. "Then yes! It appears we are siblings." What should he do with this information? What did someone do with this information? Suddenly, he wished JJ was here. Or Penelope or Emily. They would know how he was supposed to react. "Erm...Hi." His demeanor changed as he gave her a shy wave. Unsure young man looking at a sister he didn't know existed.
anya taylor joy as alia atreides
reblog this if you're fine with your mutuals sending you asks unprompted
🐺 @mysterycflife sent “I’d keep you safe.” (Sandor for Sansa) ↪ MEME random dialogue prompts … sentence starters
Sansa does not deign him with an immediate response, distant gaze wavering upon the flickering embers of the fireplace burning in the corner of her room, watching golden reflections dance across the stone floor. Men had spoken gently to her before, and nearly all of them had wanted something nefarious in return. The Hound was different, he spoke to her roughly, many times bringing her to the brink of frustrated tears, yet had never treated her with anything but a reluctant display of kindness.
Fingers curling carefully into the folds of her skirts, she smoothes away at fabric that does not need it; an old, nervous habit of hers. Sansa becomes suddenly all too aware of how small and fragile she feels pinned under his somber gaze, though no trace of fear nestles under her skin like it once had when looking upon his cruelly mangled visage.
A faint smile touches the Stark girl's roseate tiers, fragile as frost upon glass, carrying gratitude tinged in melancholy.
"You have been kinder to me than many true Knights ever were."
She meekens over forging such an admission, knowing full well the Hound considers himself no true Knight, despite acting with more honour than most she had the misfortune of encountering in King's Landing, bestowed with the official title.
"I do believe you would try to protect me." She says, hesitant but in all earnest.
"But I do not think anyone can keep me safe anymore."
As a pup, the Hound had dreamt of becoming a knight. Of winning tourneys, the young maiden's favors hanging off his lance. But he had learned that there was no kindness in this world. No protection for those who needed it. It had died the moment his brother had shoved his face into the hearth's burning embers. When his father had covered up the crime, as he would later cover up the disappearance of his younger sister. When he had watched Gregor take the vows before the Seven, regardless of his cruelty and brutality. A true knight of the realm indeed.
"That's because there are no true knights, girl!" He answered in a gruff tone, the burned corner of his mouth twitching. The Stark girl was naive. Too gentle for the viciousness around her. He hated that she couldn't look at him. That she reminded him of his sisters. That she deserved his loyalty more than anyone else in this Keep, and that, sad dog that he was, he wanted her. "Knights are men, and all men are beasts. Only some less than others."
Perhaps she shouldn't believe him. Perhaps she should run from him. Fear him like she did the Lannister brat sitting on the throne now. "You'd be safer with me than here. Your name will only keep you safe as long as your brother hasn't fallen in battle." The young wolf. A green boy who was keeping the Lannister army on its toes. For now. But luck, in Sandor's experience, tended to run out sooner rather than later. "When they have no use for you anymore, little bird," his voice failed. Grey eyes became soft and pleading. He could say what they would do to her, so he only shook his head.
@mysterycflife liked for a starter from Sophie
"Well here you are" she said with a smile as she pushed open the door to his study. Mrs. Crabtree had apparently been looking for him for quite some time, and she'd suspected he was painting, but also hadn't wanted to interrupt him. Sophie had debated on it herself, but he'd been here most of the day and she felt he needed to eat. "You must come to dinner now"
Benedict returned her smile, looking up from the paper in front of him. He had been trying to draw, but his mind had been occupied otherwise. It had circled around the young woman standing in the entryway. He didn't know what to make of it all. But perhaps he wasn't in a rush to sort it immediately. "Must I?" His gentle smile morphed into an impish smirk. "Am I being summoned by Mrs. Crabtree?"
@rheaeaseandflow asked: kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing. (Bia and Crius)
It was their scenery. Crashing waves around them and the stars sparkling above them. They were always led back to it, and by now, Crius had embraced it. It was easier now. He was no less ambitious. The wish for control still strong in him. But he took more pleasure from the control Eurybia gave him freely than any he had enforced before.
She looked beautiful like this. Hair blowing in the breeze coming from her domain, illuminated by his constellation. If he were more self-aware, he would call his past self foolish for failing to recognize what he had in her.
His touch was possessive, as his hands rested on her hips. And while he didn't smile, the look in his pitch-black eyes was full of unspoken fondness. A passion he shared with no one but his wife. A passion palpable in the kiss he gave her then. Lips moving over hers. Tongue exploring her mouth as if it were the first time. As if he needed to memorize her in case he forgot. Or she did. And afterward, out of breath, he pressed his forehead against hers. "My love," he whispered against her swollen lips. Word just loud enough for her ears. "My lovely mate."
@deficd asked: “ Don’t make me choose between my duty and you. ” (( ylvess for nynaeve ))
Nynaeve wasn't a stranger to duty. She had never shied away from it. Not as Wisdom of Emond's Field, and not as an Aes Sedai. No matter the resentment she still felt for the order of channelers. She would never make anyone choose between their duty and her, but the thought of letting go of Ylvess made her melancholy. Brought a sadness to her heart that was pointless to hide. "I won't", she whispered, as her hands wrapped around her long braid as if she needed to hold on to stay upright. "I won't keep you from your duty. If the Wheel is gracious, it will weave our patterns together again someday."
@deficd asked: "You’re distracting me, you know." (( feyd for alia! ))
The voices of countless Bene Gesserit who had come before her snickered at Feyd's confession. It was one of the first things young novices learned at the Sisterhood. Do not get distracted from your goal. Sisterhood above all. But she also had the memory of many before her failing. The impression turning into reality. Her own mother, Jessica, had fallen into the trap. Love had distracted her from the reason she had been sent to Duke Leto. Some would argue that the galaxy had to suffer its consequences now.
The chuckle she gave was condescending. Like she was pitying the sentiment in him. "Do I?" Still, there was an innocence in her voice as she spoke. She knew what she was doing. It was a form of control. Different from the one others at the palace had over the na-baron, but no less effective. "And what am I distracting you from? What scheming is thwarted by my presence?" Another chuckle. Alia was a cat playing with her prey. A kitten learning to hunt before she was released against greater foes.
