AMERICAN HORROR SHOW

21+ SEMI-SELECTIVE MULTI-MUSE

[mysticmeadowz]

Lemme introduce myself.

Hey there, I'm Taylor. 24+. CST. Multi-muse & super selective. I prefer to write on Discord, but Dash is fine as well. I use the beta editor. You can go ahead and like this if you'd like me to message you to plot or you're more than welcome to reach out to me through DMs anytime!

Check here for my rules and my muses. (Let's ignore the fact that this list is under construction - I promise to finish it soon)

[extrasad]

based on a true story 

[reb3lcrewarchived]

open: anyone about the muse: colby newman. 30. drummer for rebel youth. pansexual. plot: your muse and colby fought before his show and they were coming to talk after his show.

⸻ "have you come to apologize?" colby mumbled to the other, hearing the door to his tour bus open and shut behind him. the two had fought before colby's show that night and it put colby in a bad mood throughout the whole concert. he'd tried to get lost in the music on stage tonight. had tried to get his frustrations out on his trusty old drum set. but god he hated fighting. especially before a big show like tonight's concert in their first ever stadium show.

[mysticmeadowz]

⸻ The fight was stupid, emotions running higher than usual due to the high-stress schedule they were all keeping nowadays. A schedule that never really meshed well with Rhysand's already wound-tight attitude. Granted, relaxing wasn't really a word he knew anyway - but this was a lot. "I did..." His voice was soft, regret laced in the two syllables so thick it was almost visible in the air between them. His hands tucked into his pockets as he took in Colby's slumped form. "I'm sorry that I snapped at you. It wasn't fair of me..." He sighed quietly and dropped his head until his chin hit his chest and he took another deep breath. "I'm also sorry about what I said, I didn't mean it and none of this is your fault."

[oathkeptmusings]

darker vibes

❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜

❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜

❛ you are my salvation. ❜

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜

❛ get the hell away from me. ❜

❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜

❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜

❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜

❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜

❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜

❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜

❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜

❛ fix me. ❜

❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜

❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜

❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜

❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜

❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜

❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜

❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜

❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜

❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜

❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜

❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜

❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜

❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜

❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜

❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜

❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜

❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜

❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜

❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜

❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜

❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜

❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜

❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜

❛ your lips are poison, your laugh a curse. ❜

[peoplepleascr]

his shoulders shrug, shoving back the mopey mood that threatened, holding onto the single affirmation that they weren't nothing, "coulda fooled me." he hasps at the bite to his throat, practically melting into mav's tongue that immediately follows. sometimes he can see it on mav's face, sometimes he can't - and it just makes it all that more confusing, "okay, mav." he couldn't say that he wasn't used to it - being the secret, being the person that other's were ashamed of. he wasn't clever, wasn't funny - though they were sentiments rarely expressed, "this is what we are then." he busies his hands with unbuttoning mav's pants, pushing them down until they were on the ground. he soon followed, one hand wrapping around the base of his cock as his lips wrapped around the head.

[mysticmeadowz]

The easy way that the other gave into his words, his actions, dropped the topic... it was suspicious. Something about the way that Declan immediately switched back to the sexual aspect, something about the tone in his voice as he said 'this is what we are then' didn't sit right in Maverick's chest. It hurt a little, for some ungodly reason, right near where his heart was. The grunt of pleasure that slipped through gritted teeth at the feeling of Declan's lips wrapped around his flagging erection brought it immediately back to life as if he couldn't even help himself. They'd talk about it, he'd man up... after. One hand threaded ever so carefully through the messy brown locks on the top of Declan's head and his hips slowly inched forwards. "That's a good boy... look so pretty with your lips around my cock, don't you?" He whispered, voice gravelly with lust already.

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

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[peoplepleascr]

all of his momentum is wiped away, all the desires to talk about what they were and how long this would continue to work - declan was starting to feel like it was time for him to settle down. his mother wanted grandkids, he was tired of the lectures from his stepfather about at some point you need to grow up. he had never been sure of his own ability to decide what was right, had never been able to fully think things through, and he was too easily distracted - proven in the way his eyes flutter closed as he presses against mav's chest, "talk about us - is that your answer then? are we nothing?" he doesn't think that's the case - so he isn't even offended. honestly, even if they were nothing; he was fine with that - as long as he knew where he stood, as long as he knew what was happening. so he doesn't wait for an answer before his head is tilting back to expose his neck to mav's mouth. giving in, his hands move to the front of mav's pants, struggling with his belt.

[mysticmeadowz]

Of course he knew exactly what Declan wanted to talk about, he knew how he felt about the man in his arms and it scared him. Feelings were complicated - sticky - and not to mention how it could impact both of their careers if they decided to do anything major. He wanted nothing more than to come home to Declan every night, to do the whole kit and kaboodle of a relationship but the thought of doing any of it scared him shitless. "Hey! We aren't nothing!" He griped back, nipping a little bite at the newly exposed Adam's apple and soothing it with a swipe of his tongue. He moved back just enough to see Declan's face and for a moment... the briefest moment, all the adoration he felt for the other man was plain on his face. "We're... doing this. Yeah? That's something." He argued but it sounded weak to his own ears too, so he instead just popped the belt Declan had been struggling with open with one hand and tossed it somewhere in the room to find later. That was Morning Maverick's problem.

[peoplepleascr]

closed starter for @mysticmeadowz

so many things worked against them - opposing teams, other entanglements with people; yet, declan couldn't stay away from mav. their teams would play against each other and then they'd meet at a hotel far away from the stadium. bye weeks spent in the town where the other was, always ready with a convenient excuse and it had been this way for years, "mav - stop it," his hands are batting at his as they try to grab at his waist, "eventually we'll have to talk about this! i can't keep going on this way."

[mysticmeadowz]

There was nothing that brightened a long stretch of games and practices better than knowing that his path was finally going to cross with Declan's again. Nothing motivated him more to get his team in shape than knowing that winning made it all the easier to see him. Being Captain had its perks, no one ever looked for you until it was time to hit the ice. It was how he had gotten away with sneaking out to see his favorite hook-up so often, how he had gotten away with it this time. A laugh burst out of him before he could stop it at Declan's serious tone, his head shaking as he finally managed to snag the other man around the waist and pull him completely against his chest. "Talk about what? There's nothing to talk about, sweetheart." He answered between the trail of kisses he was already leaving down Declan's neck.