(GH) Multi-Muse Blog

This is a multi-muse blog focusing on original and canon characters from the show General Hospital. 

[ogbackintown-blog]

Ahh these themes that leave you no reblog button and are hard as hell to read. Grrrr....

[straightouttabensonhurst]

→ starter to sonny.

“Ma,” The nine year old boy tugged at her arm, trying to divert her attention away from the loud commotion that was her family during the holidays. Any outsider who set foot into a Falconeri household for a meal might assume that all they were doing was fighting, arguing because of the constant yelling and raising of voices. But no, it was just how her family had always been – loud and obnoxious – and she truly wouldn’t have them any other way. Olivia’s eyes drifted to her youngest son, a smile tugging at the corner of her hips, before she leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead. “What’s the matta’, baby?” She asked, realizing immediately that there was something on the little boy’s mind just by the look on his face. Olivia was good at reading people, but she was excellent at reading her children. They could fight her all they wanted, tell her that they were fine and dandy, but Olivia knew better every single time. “Can we go see dad?” It had been a difficult transition for all of them as a whole, really. But Cross especially. Olivia always did her best to make sure that his time was equally split between both her and Sonny during the holidays but this time, it had escaped her. The anniversary of Aliviyah’s death was just a mere few days ago and she’d been reeling in guilt and grief over that. This was the first time in the past week that she almost felt normal, though her heart still ached every time she realized that one of her children were missing from the group. Cross made it pretty clear that a simple phone call didn’t really equate to the real thing, he wanted to be with his father and his mother but given their split, it was always fairly difficult.

The night was long from over at her mother’s, but Olivia could see the hidden pleas behind his eyes that were begging  her to bring him to see Sonny. She never denied them access to one another, never would, so it was only natural that she would nod her head. “Y’know what, baby, go get ya shoes on an’ ya jacket an’ I’ll make a plate’a food for y’oah fatha’.” Her accent slipped through the cracks of her words as she gave him a reassuring smile. One appeared on his own features, before he ran off in the direction of where he left his shoes. Olivia wasn’t entirely sure how Sonny was spending his Thanksgiving, but she’d go prepared as usual. After making a plate of food, complete with all of Sonny’s favorites and a side of her own homemade cannoli that he loved, Olivia and Cross said their goodbyes to the family and made the trip to Port Charles. The trip seemed longer than it actually was by the time they pulled into the gates of Greystone and she brought the car to a halt. “Rise an’ shine, sleepyhead. We’re h’eah.” She looked through the rearview mirror at her son, who was slowly coming to from his nap.  The little boy ran ahead of her the moment his feet his the asphalt and he booked it towards the front door to knock, while Olivia lingered back with the plate of food and bag of cannoli in her hand.

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It was another Thanksgiving. Another year passed. This year it was just another day in Sonny’s book as he eased himself onto his couch at Greystone with a glass of scotch in hand. He eased the low ball glass to his lips and slowly leaned back against the couch crossing his legs. He had been invited to dinner with Alexis and his daughter -- which inevitably would include Sam and Jason. He decided against it. He would rather be alone. This was the first holiday since Morgan had passed and he didn’t feel like doing much of anything with anyone. His hair was disheveled and it looked like he hadn’t slept. He certaintly hadn’t ate a bite to eat on a holiday that was typically about food and family. 

He had just closed his eyes to let the spinning aroma of the scotch fill his pallet when he was startled awake by the knock of the door. “Ma...” he croaked out almost forgetting that his usual go-to had been given the day off to spend with Diane.” He got up and set his scotch on the coffee table before slowly making his way to the door, his hand always close to his pistol. When he cracked the door open he couldn’t help but smile. He hadn’t pressed Olivia about seeing Cross this year because he thought his kids would have a much better holiday without him moping about to ruin their day. It wasn’t until that moment that he realized how much he probably needed this. “Heyyy” he scooped the little boy towards him to press him into his side afraid to drop him if he picked him up considering how many of those scotches he had already consumed before noon. “Happy Thanksgiving, son!” When he looked out towards the drive he spotted Olivia with a plate in her hand. He was a little disappointed -- not because seeing her was necessarily a bad thing but he knew that she was going to chastise him for spending his day this way. No matter what act he put on -- she would be able to tell he was drunk and miserable. That’s just how they were. She knew him better than anyone. 

“Are you just going to stand there in the cold or are you going to come in and warm that food up for me?” he tried to joke but his tone fell flat. He did however manage to push out a little dimpled smile for her and waved her on inside. He looked down at Cross and guided him towards the door to the livingroom. “The parade is still going on. You want to watch it with your old man?”

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Isabel had never been the most rational thinker in her family. She had a tendency to act before she thought about the consequences and unlike everyone else in her family, she actually accepted her father and loved him regardless of what he was. Maybe she hadn’t thought about all the danger that the last name Corinthos would bring her and maybe her mother wasn’t entirely wrong in ensuring that the kids got her last name instead of his when they were born, but she felt so disconnected from everyone lately that she was kind of grasping at straws and trying to find her place. Her purpose in the world. “I don’t know what I’m doin’ with my life, Case. Y’know, everybody’s got a purpose ‘n I haven’t found mine yet.” Dramatically, she threw her head down onto the desk with an underlying temptation to just bash her head off of it several times. “I’m stupid. Ma would kill me,” She mumbled before lifting her head to look at her cousin again. “Hey, do you need’a roommate?”

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“That’s okay” she soothed. “I’ve been a lawyer for as long as I can remember. I can’t do that anymore. Maybe we can figure out our purpose together.” For the first time that day, Casey cracked a smile. The old saying said ‘misery loved company’ but she wasn’t sure that was entirely true. She didn’t love anyone in her family being miserable. It was however a slight comfort to know that the entire would wasn’t pressing down on just her. 

She let out a little chuckle at the dramatics. “A roommate? I gotta find a place to live first. I’m pretty sure my ex is still inhabiting my place and he thinks I’m the devil so there is probably a line of salt blocking the doorway in attempts to keep me out.” She thought about it for a moment and she knew that with her not working -- her savings was going to dwindle quickly. “Maybe we could look for a place together?” 

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The little girl had gone through stages after Casey disappeared. First she was sad, then she was angry, and then she learned how to cope with her ‘loss’ by pushing all of her memories of Casey out of her mind and focusing her tiny mind on other things. She’d gone through a stage where she was acting out in school and getting into trouble left and right, but Ric took the step in getting her counseling to help her cope better. It was beginning to take effect because she’d learned to stop blaming herself for why Casey just up and left one day without so much as a goodbye or even a lousy phonecall. In the time Casey had been gone, Mac had grown up quite a bit. She had never really been the typical toddler, but she was a lot more intelligent for someone so young now that she’d gone through such a devastating experience. Her coping mechanism was reading – whether it be storybooks or even breezing through workbooks for school before her class could catch up. Her tiny arms wrapped around her mother’s neck, clinging to her tightly because she was afraid that if she let go – Casey would disappear again. Her mother’s voice soothed her, though the tears still flowed like a river from her eyes and down her cheeks. “Why did you go? Why did you leave? I don’t understand.” She cried into Casey’s shoulder, attempting to make sense of everything that happened, attempting to understand why she wasn’t enough for her mommy to stay.

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Casey’s heart was shattering. She knew that this was going to be hard but in her mind she hadn’t even touched the precipice of this difficulty. Her eyes were overflowing with the tears she was attempting to hold back. She looked to her cousin as if Olivia could some how help. She knew she couldn’t. This had to be fixed by her. She closed her eyes and the heavy tears tracked down her face like large rain droplets. She sniffled her nose and took a deep breath before kissing Mac’s head and pulling back. 

She looked the little girl in the eyes and tried to figure out a way to explain this all to her in a way that she could understand. “Mommy was sick. I was very sick, baby. I didn’t want you to see me like that. I’m better now though. Wild horses couldn’t drag me away again.” She pushed a strand of hair from her daughter’s face. “I’m so sorry, Mac. I know it doesn’t seem like it but I love you so much. You are the only thing I thought about. Memories of coloring and playing in the park...how many times you made mommy laugh. That is what helped me get better.”

She felt nauseous. Completely sick to her stomach. Two years ago if Mac had been like this. In this much pain -- she wouldn’t be doing this alone. Her daughter would trust her every word when she said things were going to be okay. But that wasn’t Casey’s reality anymore. She was alone. Ric was not going to look her in the eyes let alone help her with their daughter. She could see that just by the stories her cousin had told her. As for Mac -- Casey had broken that trust. Her poor baby was in a spiral of emotions and she knew she couldn’t fix it with a kiss this time.

[ogbackintown-blog]

NLG really brings out the best in MB. Their scenes have become some of my favorite again.

[fyeahgh]

I now pronounce you…Husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!

[ogbackintown-blog]

Can we find out about Julian’s tumor already? I kind of liked him and Alexis. (At least I hope that is what is wrong with the poor psychopath.) 

OH! FYI! I am probably about to start expanding to more characters than just Alexis and Casey if anyone wants to help me figure out how to create a muse page.

[ogbackintown-blog]

I will be here on and off quiet frequently for the next three days! Lets get something going....

[trashthetiqs]

✰★ small starter for casey from mackenzie.  ★✰ Coming to a complete halt in her running, tiny eyes scanned the backyard for her Aunt Olivia. Her stomach was growling and she remembered the older woman telling her that if she got hungry to come tell her and she would get her something to eat. She thought about approaching someone else when she couldn’t find her, but the little girl was a little too shy to ask anyone else for help. Except her sister, Cici, who’s hand she tugged on gently. “Where’s Aunt Olivia?” The little girl asked, eyes peering up at the taller Lansing. The older girl was a bit preoccupied, but she stopped momentarily to pay attention to Mac. “I don’t know, Kenzie. She might be inside!” That was all the little girl needed to hear to run off in the direction of the house, to the backdoor, which she walked through a bit cautiously. “Aunt Liv, I’m hung–” She called out for her, but immediately stopped dead in her tracks when she saw her mother sitting at the kitchen table. She froze in place, her eyes welling up with tears as she stared at Casey. “Mama?” She couldn’t resist the urge she had to run into Casey’s arms, to which ended in her sobbing uncontrollably like she’d just fallen and gotten hurt.

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Casey was sitting at the kitchen table with her cousin discussing the last year in painful detail. Tears had been shed. Anger had been seethed and so much pain had been unloaded onto her cousin. 

She heard the clack of the screen door and then a slam right before she saw blonde hair barrel into the tiled room. Casey slowly turned to see who it was and her eyes dropped lower to the ground when she realized it was a child. When she registered that it was her own daughter the breath was beaten right out of her chest. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of excitement and fear of how her daughter would react. She wanted to jump up and immediately wrap her arms around her daughter. She had gotten so big in just a year. When she heard her favorite nickname in the world called, Casey’s eyes welled up. She couldn’t believe how much she had missed and she knew she would never forgive herself. When Mac lunged toward her, Casey didn’t even have to think about it. She engulfed the small girl into her chest and a single tear fell from her right eye. Mackenzie began sobbing uncontrollably and the only thing Casey could make into words was “I’m here” in a strangled whisper that kept repeating itself as it fell from her lips. She stroked the blonde hair running down Mac’s back and tried to comfort the girl. It was as if she had forgotten her cousin was even in the room. 

Her faculties returned to her and she brushed the hair from Mackenzie’s face. “Shhh shhh shh” she soothed and tried to look into her daughter’s face. “Momma’s here Mac. I’m not going anywhere.”

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It was a struggle this day and age, a struggle to survive on your own and Isabel was kind of fed up with the entire thing to be honest. She never went to college, which was really her own fault in the long run. It had plenty to do with the fact that she hated school and was too indecisive on what she would even go for. She didn’t always feel capable like many other people in her family and she spent a large majority of her time simply wanting to have fun. She certainly didn’t have the work ethic that her mother did in any sense of the word. “I don’t know,” She thought maybe she’d get by a lot easier if her name was attached to someone like Sonny. People would be afraid of what he could and in turn, she’d just get shit handed to her. It was the most conventional way to live, but Isabel had always been Olivia’s most rebellious child. “Guess I’m just tired of bein’ a fuck up. Thought I might actually get somewhere if people knew whose daughta’ I was.”

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The look on Casey’s face was one of utter confusion. “Girl -- I may be sober but I can still reach across this table and smack the sense back into you” she dead-panned. “You need people to know who’s daughter you are? They know who’s daughter you are. You are a Falconeri. That means something believe it or not. You are not a fuck up. You are young. Look at me...I’m creeping up on 40 years old in a couple of years and I have to start over. Its not supposed to be easy. If you want someone to make your life easy, Sonny Corinthos is the antithesis of making people’s lives easy. You have an entire army of people who would die for you. Just to see you happy. Go ahead and change your name. I don’t think life is going to be so easy when that hypothesis actually gets tested because I promise you. You will watch people die for you. You will watch people suffer to protect you.” Casey who was typically a sarcastic and joke-filled person was staring her cousin straight in the eyes. No humor was left. “You don’t bite the hand that feeds you Isabel. Trust me. I had to learn the hard way. All that you get is suffering.”

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“It doesn’t matter,” She pointed out, as Casey began to explain what happened and how it was better that she hadn’t been around them in that state. “It doesn’t matter what kinda shit you’re going through or how you’re behavin’, we coulda figured it out togetha’. That’s what family’s for.” Casey could tell Olivia that it was for the best until she was blue in the face, but the brunette would never accept that. She’d been through enough in her own life to know that family was the most important thing to help you pull through. She had been on a downward spiral herself when Livvy died and she was certain she would never recover from the loss. And while it still hurt every single day, it was her family that helped her go on with her life like her daughter would have wanted. “”From what I’ve heard, this ain’t really outta characta’ for Ric. He’s bitta’ ‘n while I know he’s got every right to be, it wasn’t fair to MacKenzie.” But she had to give the man credit for getting a smile on that child’s face and she looked well taken care of and that was really all that mattered. “You soba’ now?” 

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Casey knew that her cousin was right. She just was never the type to burden anyone with her own problems. It was kind of ironic when you think about it. She started drinking because she missed her family. Then the alcohol became the reason why she lost her family. “The trial wasn’t supposed to last that long. I was missing everything. I spent so many nights in that swanky hotel and all I could think of was coming back home to my little family. I tried to drown it out with the alcohol and the alcohol eventually made me drown. I was showing up to court drunk. Bar fights. Missing facetime dates with Mackenzie. I couldn’t face you all. I checked myself into rehab after the disbarment hearing. I got sober while I was there and when I got out I was so scared that if I came back home and it didn’t stick. I would be back to square one. I wanted to make sure I could be the mother that Mackenzie deserved again. I didn’t want to fail her. I got my year coin a couple weeks ago. And that’s when I knew it was time. I couldn’t stay away any longer. I didn’t want to tell Ric. I was afraid he wouldn’t get it. I guess I just assumed that it would be easier to ask for forgiveness than expect acceptance.” She put her face in her hands and tried to take a deep breath before she lost it all over again. “I was wrong. Now I’ve lost everything. I can’t practice law. My daughter probably hates me. My fiance is so angry with me that he is taking it out on the family so I can only imagine how he is going to be towards me. 

“I’m sober and all I want is to see my little girl. But now I’m afraid its not going to matter how much work I put into this.” Her eyes welled up, afraid of letting the teardrops fall. Afraid that if they started, they wouldn’t stop. “Is he here?” she whispered in hopes that she wouldn’t have to face him quite yet. 

[ogbackintown-blog]

TO DO:

1. Reply from Casey to Olivia

2. Reply from Casey to Isabel

3. Send Starter from Casey to Ric. 

I’ve been a baaaad slacker!

[fyeahgh]

Alexis: The commissioner wants to see me before the arraignment. Diane: Fine, I’ll go with you.

[trashthetiqs]

Like nails on a chalkboard, Alexis’ voice went right through her as she began screeching about the fact that Helena was not dead. She wondered why, at this point, people were always so surprised when she showed back up to continue her reign of torture and despair. It was baffling that people still assumed she would ever leave this earth without properly fulfilling her hellish duties. “Do tone it down, Natasha.” She had been very close to plugging her ears with her fingers to avoid such disturbing sounds. “This should hardly come as a shock to you, as you very well know that I would never leave this earth without a proper goodbye to my most dreadful child.”

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A hard lump formed in Alexis’s throat. Her doe-like eyes were open wide in pure shock. Her brain was unable to send her body the message to just leave. To get out of there at any cost. It wouldn’t be the first time her step-mother had it in her mind to kill her. She had watched what the woman was capable of over and over again. First her mother and then a whole slew of Port Charles denizens throughout the years. She knew Helena was right. She wanted to believe that this was a nightmare but she knew better than anyone that Cassadines did not die. They rise from the ashes and plot revenge. She wasn’t sure of Helena’s motives this time and that was what terrified her the most. 

She gained some molecule of her wit. Never to be one to let her step-monster win the battle. “I was almost sure that your decrepit bones would not walk these grounds again considering the recent rumors of my father’s other bastard child, Valentin. I hear he isn’t a big fan of yours either. Maybe I should get his number.” 

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Isabel wasn’t really thinking about all the negative things that came with the last name, but moreso the benefits she would get from it. She kind of liked the idea of walking around Bensonhurst with people fearing her presence just because she was Sonny Corinthos’ daughter. Or getting whatever she wanted because of it. The girls she’d gotten to fights with in high school were still lurking around and she could only imagine how quickly they’d drop to their knees and kiss her feet if they knew who her father was. “Uh, well,” But Casey brought up a very logical point, one that completely escaped her mind but didn’t necessarily have her deciding against the idea. “Good point.” She knew her other wouldn’t be thrilled with it, and well, neither would anyone else. “It sounded like a good idea.” She still thought it did, despite the dangers of it. “Anyway, what do I have to do?” 

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Casey looked at her second cousin for a moment. Studying her emotions on her face. She knew she couldn’t afford to dig herself any deeper into the hole she had already dug with the Falconeri family. Even if she knew Isabel was stubborn-willed and would get the information anywhere she could. She was like her mother. She didn’t stop until she got what she wanted. 

“Look; I can’t really give you any advice on this. I’m already in the dog house. This would send your mother through the roof and I can’t afford to be on the receiving end of that trip to crazy town. I refuse to be a part of something that could possibly put your life in danger and in turn...my own. Your mother would cut me.” Casey reached out to the chair beside her at the table and pulled it out slightly. “I can’t help you -- but -- I know you don’t need me to do something you already have your mind set to. I would however like to know why you are really doing this. I know its not because Sonny is an admirable legacy to live by.” 

[mammothluv]

Kristina Corinthos Davis/Kiki Jerome

You’re asking me to stay Begging me not run away But I could never, never, never I would never, never (x)

[ogbackintown-blog]

@themuseum Haha....I told you! Someone is already shipping them! 

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Casey hung her head in shame and shook it back and forth. “It wasn’t about trustin’ you, Liv. It was about trustin’ myself.” She looked back up as if she were reliving a memory or something and then look back at her cousin. “You wouldn’t have wanted to be around me. No one would have. I was a mess. I was showing up to court drunk. Let’s just say -- Tony isn’t the only bar owner who could bill me for damages made by yours truly.” She took a seat at the table across from her cousin.

“The irony of it is...I missed my job and I missed my family. So I started drinking and then the drink became more important than all of it. Even when I stopped drinking; I didn’t trust myself not to go back to it and I knew that it was just better to stay away than to risk bringing you all into the possibility of me diving off the wagon again.” She sighed and wiped a strand of hair behind her ear. “I was violent and belligerent. Mac didn’t need that. Although now that I know Ric did the exact opposite of what I thought he would do and my daughter wasn’t surrounded by her family. The little shit dick probably just helped in my own unintentional quest to fuck up my daughter’s head.”