* they 𝓫𝓮𝓰 𝓶𝓮 TO WRITE THEM !

indie mumu / penned by kristina.

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♫ | the kid

HE’S UNCOMFORTABLE. PAINFULLY SO. It shows in the slouch of his shoulders & the rigidity of his muscles – and the longer he sits, the more agitated he grows. The kid is far taller than the table allows & knobby knees knock anxiously against the edge of the wooden surface each time his twitches within his seat. He’s in the tea-shop owned by the witch woman – and the man seated before him ( a brunette with a thick but scruffy beard and eyes as dark as his curls ) is a friend of his lawyer. The kid swallows thickly, protruding Adam’s apple bobbing anxiously as he does. He physically recoils as the brunette pulls out a tape recorder. A gut reaction. He remembers Warden Lacy’s droning voice as he stares through the bars of the cage, tape recorder clasped in his God-fearing hands as he details the horrors surrounding the boy’s anomalous presence. The tapered end of the kid’s nose twitches and his expression grows irritated. He pulls back, faded flannel wringing in thin hands..

❛ – why ? Not bad – I’m not bad. Not doing anything wrong. ❜

                     The pen in his hand clicked nervously against the wooden table as he put it down, reaching for the tape recorder that he had just pulled out of his bag. The boy--man?-- had physically pulled back when he had placed it down. He already knew that this meeting had been asking a lot, and he didn’t want to jeopardize the rest of it. “I’m sorry, here let me just put this away.” He murmured, looking down at the device in his hand before slipping it back into the bag at his feet. “I wasn’t trying to make you--well more uncomfortable…” He trailed off with a sigh. This was going absolutely terribly.

                     “No, no you haven’t done anything, and i’m really grateful you decided to come honestly. I was just wondering if I could ask you some questions? ”

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❉ henry╷

ODD COLORED EYES REST upon hers, the smile on his lips nothing but gentle and full of the utmost adoration. Henry considers himself lucky to be able to call a woman as beautiful as Illyssa his wife & the mother of his future child. A larg hand lifts to cradle her face, thumb tracing the delicate curvature of a petal-soft cheek before guiding her in. He has to bend slightly, but the moment his lips catch hers, it’s like fireworks. Henry Deaver has it all – money, a career, a future, a nice home, a fancy car, & clothes to match. But none of that matters as much to him as the woman in his arms. He thinks to himself – this must be how Alan feels with Ruth, isn’t it ?

❛ How about you go and take a seat, Mrs. Deaver ? The doctor did say you were supposed to be resting, didn’t she. ❜ His tone is reprimanding but teasing as he gently nudges her – as if to steer her away to a place much more suitable for a woman like her. She deserves comfort & rest – not the stress of menial housework likecooking. He pulls back before lowering himself into a sweeping, theatrical bow – all while bow-shaped lips curl into a smile. ❛ The lady’s wish is my command. So sit & tell me what it is you and Henry Junior have decided to eat with your pancakes. ❜

                      These moments were her favorite ones. The ones that made time stand still, and it was just the two of them. Illyssa found herself melting into the kiss, one hand coming to rest on the Henry’s chest as she pressed a little closer to him. Smirking as he teases her about resting

                      “I’m pregnant. Not dying.” She replied with a slight roll of her eyes but she didn’t fight as Henry’s gently movements guided her toward the stool in the kitchen. After making herself comfortable she turned just in time to see him sweep into a bow, just laughing at the sight “I believe we still have some of that fruit salad leftover from the other night? That would be perfect.” She suggested with a smile before fixing him with a look. “You don’t know it’s going to be Henry Junior Mister Deaver. Don’t get ahead of yourself just yet.” She added though her words were light and teasing and her smile warm.

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❉ henry╷

THE SOUND OF HER   giggle is enough to pull a small smile to his lips. Hands remain gentle, delicate, as they stay put – and lips press another chaste kiss to the curve of her neck. He lingers for a moment. As if to breathe her in – savor the moment. ❛ I have a meeting at ten o’clock – so I don’t have to leave for a while … I’m all yours, baby. ❜ Henry’s grin is almost infectious – full of adoration as he pulls back enough to allow heterochromic hues to settle upon HER – the love of his life. Full lips curl into a gentle smile. ❛ – I don’t usually get to spend mornings with you. I’m always out the door, but today – today I thought I’d surprise you. I can make you pancakes ? ❜

                      She melts back against him, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she wraps her arms around his to keep him close just savoring the feeling. They were both too familiar with the demanding world of business, so she cherished these rare moments where they could just spend a morning together. “It’s a wonderful surprise actually.” She murmurs softly before tilting her head up enough to catch his gaze. “Pancakes sound amazing.” She adds her hand falling now to rest on her small bump. “We’re both pretty hungry.”

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HE  SWEEPS  IN  BEHIND  her  with  a  boyish  smirk  dancing  upon  his  lips.  Strong  arms  wrap  around  her  middle  as  a  playful  ‘  grr  ‘  escapes  him  –  but  he’s  as  careful  as  one  can  be.  Gentle  hands  settle  upon  the  small  bump  of  her  belly.  The  promise  of  new  life  is  still  so  exhilarating.  ❛  –  good  morning  to  you,  and  baby…  ❜

                      Illyssa giggles softly as she melts into the pair of arms wrapping around her. “Good morning,” she all just purrs warmly just letting her head roll back against his shoulder. She just focuses on the moment, breathing him in with a smile before turning her head slightly. “Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting? What time is it?”

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✱ ZAIDEN╷

                       THE  WALLS  WERE  VIBRATING  under  his  buzzing  fingertips,  the  reverberation  of  the  bass  echoing  through  his  skin  &  his  bones  until  the  rhythm  seized  his  heart  within  his  chest.  His  head  was  spinning,  ears  pounding,  and  his  senses  DROWNING.  He  knew  his  breath  reeked  of  raw  vodka  and  4LOKO,  but  he  couldn’t  bring  himself  to  stop  the  familiar  burn  of  alcohol  as  each  subsequent  sip  slipped  down  his  throat.  His  vision  seemed  unstable  and  with  each  step  he  took,  Zaiden  was  acutely  aware  of  the  fact  that  he  was  SWAYING  almost  dangerously;  it  felt  as  if  the  floor  beneath  him  was  ready  to  give  way  into  nothingness–and  he  was  drowning  in  it.  The  sea  of  drunken  young  adults  roared  behind  him  as  he  stumbled  aimlessly  towards  the  bathroom  down  the  hall.  

                        ❝  FUCK,  ❞  he  hissed  under  his  breath,  haphazardly  grabbing  at  the  knob,  toggling  it  with  increasing  frustration  before  the  lock  finally  gave  way  with  a  sudden  LURCH.  Zaiden  let  out  a  muffled  yelp  as  he  all  but  stumbled  into  the  small,  cramped  bathroom  of  his  frathouse.  ❝  Ah,  shit–fuck,  I  didn’t–didn’t  realize  this  shit’s  occupied,  or  whateva’.  ❞  An  indignant  sniff  as  out-of-focus  eyes  barely  registered  the  huddled  figure  seeking  refuge  from  the  foundation-shaking  music  and  plastic  smiles  of  the  crowd.  A  tattooed  hand  immediately  caught  against  the  bathroom  counter,  tall  figure  slouching  to  lean  his  weight  against  it.  His  other  hand  clutched  a  half-empty  solo  cup  almost  protectively,  though  Zaiden  had  almost  forgotten  he  even  had  it  in  the  first  place.  The  door  swung  shut  behind  him,  music  fading  into  nothing  but  a  muffled  flurry  of  pumping  bass  and  muted  vocals.  ❝  Ya’  look  like  y’could  use  another  drink.  Here,  I’ve–had  enough  t’  fuckin’  drink  t’night,  I  think…  it’s  jungle  juice  so…  ❞

                    Parties like this were second nature to him at this point. Loud music, too many bodies in too small of a space. It was all just another night for him. Even so, Damien was glad he was able to find the bathroom unoccupied. Once inside the music and thudding bass quieted down to a dull roar, Damien just taking a moment to gather himself-- realizing that in his rush for a moment to himself, he had forgotten his drink.

                   “Oh well,” the words were mumbled to himself, not noticing the bathroom door being forced open and another person joining him. The bathroom wasn’t large by any stretch of the imagination and Damien could smell the alcohol rolling off of the young man in front of him. It only took another few seconds before he recognized the drunken mess holding himself up against the counter.

                   Zaiden. Hendricks.

                   Downing the drink that Zaiden was offering him before just tossing the cup into the trash can in the corner. “Thank you,” his voice low, not pulling back as he gazes down at him the space between them much smaller now. “I can almost forgive you for barging in. Locked doors usually mean that a room is occupied you know.” His tone was dry, flat as he stared down the tattooed young man, though he made no moves to push the other out of the bathroom.

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♫ | zaiden

                         ZAIDEN  DIDN’T  BOTHER  MASKING  the  smirk  gracing  his  lips  at  the  werewolf’s  comment,  instead  letting  a  breathy  chuckle  escape  him.  The  sound  was  hushed  and  almost  REVERENT  as  the  creature  of  the  night  nosed  lightly  against  the  other’s  neck.  Zaiden  could  breathe  in  the  familiar  musky  scent  that  set  lycanthropes  apart  clinging  to  Blaise’s  skin;  it  was  feral,  animalistic,  like  the  brunette  was  meant  to  run  through  the  forest  in  a  blur  of  fur  and  snapping  jaws.  He  spent  centuries  loathing  the  stink  of  a  werewolf  –  but  now,  he  couldn’t  imagine  anything  more  COMFORTING.  ❝  Anyone  who  dared  to  ever  call  me  fragile  in  the  past  often  found  themselves  without  a  throat,  you  know,  ❞  he  drawled  out  lazily,  lips  trailing  against  the  column  of  Blaise’s  neck.  He  paused  for  a  moment,  mouth  hovering  right  over  his  pulse  point  before  pressing  a  fleeting  but  deliberate  kiss  to  the  spot.  ❝  You’re  lucky  I  think  you’re  cute,  puppy.  ❞  Another  chuckle  slipped  past  his  lips  before  the  vampire  nuzzles  close,  long  limbs  sprawled  out  as  he  curled  up  neatly  against  the  other  man’s  chest.  ❝  Or  else  I’d  actually  have  to  bite  you  to  show  how  tough  I  am.  

                      Blaise couldn’t help but smile at the feeling of Zaiden’s nose against his throat, tilting his head just enough to bare more of his neck to him. Under normal circumstances the idea of baring his neck to a vampire willingly wasn’t something he could ever imagine doing. That was just inviting a very untimely death really, but with Zaiden he couldn’t imagine it to be anything but the affectionate touch that it was between them. He trusted Zade, no matter what his instincts told him most of the time. 

                     “To be quite honest, I’m very glad that you do,” his voice low, little more than a breath of air as he presses a kiss against the side of Zade’s neck now, just nuzzling into him with a hum. “I would hate for that to be my last memory of you.” 

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favorite PLACE. where do they go when they just can't stand to be around anybody else??? @ victoire

The beach. Whenever real life is a little too much Victoire drops everything (no matter the deadline) and goes to the beach. 

The ability to take her shoes off and just bury her toes in the sand and breathe in the salty sea air is all she needs to let go of her stress. Don’t get her wrong, Victoire loves her family, her friends, and her job, and maybe a little too much at times. But whenever she needs to take time just for herself she goes to the nearest beach. And she can spend anywhere from thirty minutes to six hours just sitting on the sand staring out at the water.

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♫ | zaiden

@dcstructivcs

                     He could still hear Gianni’s warnings. This wasn’t a good idea. Not for him and definitely not for Zade, but he was determined to fix what had happened. He couldn’t just get over the blue-eyed vampire. Wolf be damned it just wasn’t that easy to just move on like that. He and Zade had parted on very friendly terms but there was still a hole whenever his mind started wandering to what he might be doing now that they were apart. Blaise wasn’t a fool, he knew that even if they had stayed together Zade would have gone on once he died. He would move on, and Blaise would want him to. Blaise would never want Zade to hold himself back just because of him.

                     It had taken him some time to track Zade down. Zade never let on just where he was, it was better for them to have a clean break after all. Without the temptation to go and see one another. Blaise knew that Zade loved him in a way that he could never reciprocate, because his wolf needed something different than a lover that couldn’t connect with him. His human side however….all he wanted was Zade. And after weaseling Zade’s new location out of Miguel he set off for Japan. Still completely unaware of just what he was going to do when he actually got there. He had narrowed down where Zade was currently living to one building but he wasn’t sure just which apartment was his. So he did the only thing he could think of doing, he started at the bottom and made his way up.

                     After checking the time Blaise was just about to call it a night, maybe come back tomorrow when he stopped in front of the last apartment on the floor that he had made it to. Raising his fist to knock Blaise stepped back not expecting anything to come from it. After all he’d been knocking on doors all afternoon and he hadn’t found Zade yet. Running a hand through his hair with a sigh as the door opened he froze. Brown eyes raising to meet a very familiar pair of blue eyes as Zade pulls open the door.

                     “Zade….”

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                    ❝   I  THINK  THERE’S  A  FLAW  IN  MY  CODE   ❞                        cold        eyes        /        set        jaw        /        bared        teeth.                     ❝    THESE VOICES WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE    ❞

                                                   indie          assassin          oc.                                                    penned         by         kristina.                                                    nsfw. trigger heavy. selective.

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fc meme

💍 for a faceclaim i love and wish i could write

🔪 for a faceclaim that immediately makes me click off of a group

💄 for a faceclaim i think is pretty / handsome

✏️ + a faceclaim’s name for a personality i think would be interesting for that fc

🎁 + a canon character for a faceclaim i think could suit them

🎉 + a faceclaim’s name for my general thoughts on them

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Starter Call !!

for the time being, this is going to be my PERMANENT STARTER CALL for anyone who’d like to write with any of my muses !  

( please comment with which muse you want or drop me a message and we can chat about things !!  i will most likely swing into your DMs regardless so we can hash out verses and situations, etc.)

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♫ | Scorpius

@scrpcntine​

                     Illyssa didn’t even bother pulling the curtain back to see who was sitting on her bed. She’d seen Scorpius’ shoes as soon as she entered the dormitory. Anyone who knew the two Slytherins knew that one was never too far from the other. After all they were best friends, and they had more or less grown up together; their families running within the same pureblood circles.  “Sweetie, you can’t just come hide out in my room whenever you have a disagreement with someone in your dormitory.”

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♫ | zaiden

                             – &&. A  PLEASED  SMILE  CROSSED  HIS  LIPS  AS  THE  BRUNETTE  LEAD  HIM  FURTHER,  a  soft  hum  of  curiosity  escaping  him.  Tattooed  fingers  knitted  together  behind  his  back  as  he  strolled  along,  ice-colored  hues  wandering  absently  as  he  pondered  the  OPTIONS  they  had.  To  say  Zaiden  wasn’t,  at  the  very  least,  IMPRESSED  by  what  Jurassic  World  had  to  offer  would  have  been  an  outright  LIE.  He  was  quite  marvelled,  as  a  matter  of  fact,  at  the  depth  of  creativity  and  the  scientific  breakthroughs  the  park  held.  He  did,  however,  find  it  almost  DISCONCERTING  how  each  dinosaur  seemed  more  of  a  spectacle  than  an  act  of  scientific  exploration.  

                            ❝  I  wouldn’t  say  I  have  a  FAVORITE,  ❞  he  drawled  in  response  after  a  moment,  blue  eyes  finally  sliding  back  to  rest  on  the  man  before  him.  A  polite  SMILE  graced  sharp  features,  almost  PLACATING  –  as  if  to  assure  the  other  that  he  was  simply  a  little  too  overwhelmed  to  pick  only  ONE  just  yet.  ❝  I’m  just  here  for  the  RIDE,  you  could  say.  I’d  like  to  see  whatever  creatures  you  work  with.  I’m  sure  you  can  give  me  details  that  others  wouldn’t  have  that  way.  ❞  He  offered  smartly,  broad  shoulders  lifting  in  a  shrug.  He  didn’t  allow  his  gaze  to  linger  TOO  LONG  on  the  brunette,  instead  shifting  away  to  scan  their  surroundings.  In  a  way,  Zaiden  looked  almost  BORED  –  or,  at  the  very  least,  rather  PASSIVE.  ❝  I  will  admit,  ❞  he  began  after  another  moment,  ❝  that  I  am  a  little  shocked  at  how  the  …  PARK maintains  these  creatures  to  be  more  of  a profitable  spectacle  than  an  act  of  perfected  engineering  and  science.  There’s  much  less  RESEARCH  here  than  I  expected.  I’m  a  little  unimpressed  by  it.  ❞  He  carried  on  matter  of  factly,  as  if  his  distaste  was  little  more  than  a  passing  thought  rather  than  a  LARGE  mark  besmirching  the  Jurassic  World  name  &  a  potential  hindrance  in  his  investment.  

                           Nonetheless,  Zaiden  carried  on  as  if  he  never  MADE  such  a  remark  in  the  first  place.  ❝  You  said  you  worked  with  CARNIVORES?  ❞

                     There was some kind of amusement behind the businessman’s gaze as Blaise caught his eye again. Everything about Zaiden Hendricks was smart and polite. But Blaise couldn’t help but grin as he casually stepped around the question. Blaise did have to admit that it was a bit refreshing regardless of Zaiden’s lack of favorite dinosaur. Too many people he felt focused on the meat eaters, the carnivores. Big, bad, and full of teeth always seemed to pull the crowd's attention more than the much more gentle looking herbivores. He knew of a few herbivores that could but their carnivores to shame if the mood struck them.

                     Zaiden’s flippant attitude regarding the parks apparent lack of research should have raised a red flag with Blaise; but as much as the employee side of him felt the need to defend the park and its research, the non-employee side of him couldn’t help but agree. He hadn’t be a part of the original park, he was actually fairly new even to the current park which was open to the public now. But he couldn’t help but feel that somewhere along the way the fascination with just being able to create dinosaurs had been corrupted by the idea that these animals could become some kind of profit.

                     When Zaiden brought up his work with carnivores Blaise smiled with a nod, swiping his id badge to open the door for them; stepping back to let Zaiden step inside. “I do, I’ve been working with a small pack of Velociraptors. It’s a relatively recent change, before that I was working with our Triceratops.” Blaise led Zaiden up through the lab, it was a much more polished version of the lab that he was used to.

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♫ | felicia

Fee was late to Quidditch practice. It wasn’t her fault… She blamed Zade, who’d kept her in his dorm a little longer than she’d meant to stay, not that it hadn’t been worth it. Fixing her ponytail, she spotted a redhead watching the Hufflepuff team’s practice. She’d stopped next to the older girl — Amber, Feicia was pretty sure — asking if she had plans to try out next week. Fee was just a beater, but she’d been playing quidditch for a few years now and knew the captain well. At the girls answer, Fee laughed, her ponytail finally straight and sleek once more.  ❝ Knocking someone out is half the game! You’d just have to work on the balancing part. ❞

                    “No way, I like watching though.” The red head grinned as the other girl fixed her ponytail. She knew that Felicia had been on the team for a few years now, and from what she remembered the other girl was quite good. “You’re really good though, I’ve seen you play.” She added with another grin, “I never would’ve figured you for the knock them off their broom type. You’re too nice.”

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― ❛ A M B E R ❜

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♫ | mason

Letting go was the LAST thing that Mason wanted to do right then, so even as the two pulled back from one another to talk, still his arms lingered around her. Warmth from her breath stayed on his neck, and her scent ENVELOPED him in comforting familiarity. Mason talked big about being able to handle the full moon on his own, but just being in her presence made it so much clearer to him how hard it was to even BREATHE without her there.

Her thanks and grin were greeted with a grin of his own, lips spreading in a genuine happiness that he felt bubbling up for the FIRST time in days. Amber looked as beautiful as ever, and he could stare at her smiling face for hours he thought. It wasn’t until her eyes registered something, her expression falling away into concern, that he remembered the state of his OWN face.

❝ Oh, this? ❞ He started, tempted to shake his head if it weren’t for her hand now caressing the warm bruise growing on his jaw. ❝ Some ass thought I was cheating him out of his pool game winnings. ❞ There was an echo of pride in Mason’s voice, whether it was the WOLF or HIMSELF was undistinguishable, but he hid it beneath a shrug and hoped that Amber wouldn’t recognize it. She wasn’t as fond of his fighting as he was.

Desperate to turn the conversation elsewhere, Mase turned his hands’ attention from his girlfriend to her bags. ❝ The important questions right now are whether or not you had a good time, and how much you missed me.  ❞

                     The concern on her face slipped away into a slightly disappointed sigh as Mason proudly defended the dark bruise on his face. She wasn’t all that surprised, Mason’s wolf side often fed his natural ability to be able to find trouble wherever he went. While her boyfriend more or less lived for the fight and that adrenaline rush, Amber did not. She was a lover, definitely not a fighter trying to stay as far away from conflict as she could.

                     “I think the important question is are you hiding any other broken bones and bruises from me.” She countered with a stern look as Mason grabbed her bags. She looked him over as if she was trying to diagnose any hidden ailments herself because she was sure that he was going to try and brush off her questions. She knew that he didn’t like making her worry but she couldn’t help it with the way he seemed to just attract trouble. Plus the moon had only been a few nights ago and she knew he was more sore than he was letting on.

                     “I did miss you though,” she added with a soft smile as they fell into step with one another. “I wish you could’ve come, it so pretty. And the people! They were so nice and welcoming...I want to go back. I could probably live there.”

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             * they 𝓫𝓮𝓰 𝓶𝓮 TO WRITE THEM !

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                              so I’ll 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓲𝓮 when I’M DEAD *

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Starter Call !!

for the time being, this is going to be my PERMANENT STARTER CALL for anyone who’d like to write with any of my muses !  

( please comment with which muse you want or drop me a message and we can chat about things !!  i will most likely swing into your DMs regardless so we can hash out verses and situations, etc.)