independent & private multi-muse blog featuring characters from: asoiaf, dc, degrassi, harry potter, one tree hill, skins uk, stranger things, teen wolf, & the vampire diaries / originals. multi-ship & multi-verse. crossover & oc friendly. as interpreted and told by mowgli. 22. cst. she/hers.
est. MARCH 2018.
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everything is currently being switched over to the new blog, and i’ll be carrying over the starter call i put out earlier this week to post there! everything’s basically the same, just a new url & blog.
everything is currently being switched over to the new blog, and i’ll be carrying over the starter call i put out earlier this week to post there! everything’s basically the same, just a new url & blog.
everything is currently being switched over to the new blog, and i’ll be carrying over the starter call i put out earlier this week to post there! everything’s basically the same, just a new url & blog.
everything is currently being switched over to the new blog, and i’ll be carrying over the starter call i put out earlier this week to post there! everything’s basically the same, just a new url & blog.
everything is currently being switched over to the new blog, and i’ll be carrying over the starter call i put out earlier this week to post there! everything’s basically the same, just a new url & blog.
everything is currently being switched over to the new blog, and i’ll be carrying over the starter call i put out earlier this week to post there! everything’s basically the same, just a new url & blog.
life endures. it adjusts and grows stronger. the weeds you try to kill become super-weeds, immune to your poison. and so you increase your toxins and poison the world in a cycle of madness. i call it forth, the power of the plants, even from the terminator seeds that should not grow. i am the guardian of the green. i am poison ivy.
——————— SHE’D LOST COUNT. lost track -- of time, of the footprints she’d originally been trailing the first time that’d led her close by. a curious mind could be a dangerous thing, that allison’d saw fit to wander through a place formerly unknown to her with little more than the essentials on her back was hardly safe. but this time it’d been different. back on the trail, back on target until the screams had started. not that it’d have mattered much, but she’d tried to ignore it, drown it out and move along because she knew the outcome of checking in... there she stood anyways, bothering him again. she doubted there was little else she could do, each action and choice she made seemed to annoy, her presence alone enough to cause tension. or maybe he was just always that way.
❛ i’m not a kid. ❜ is the only answer she gives, brows raised indignant as she readjusts the bow strung along her back shoulder. childhood’s long since behind her, left in the past after the death of her mother, responsibility shifted from one argent woman to the next now rested firmly on her. allison’s meant to be proving her worth, showing she’s got drive and focus... needless to say it’s not going well. needless to say, her curiosity’s gotten the best of her and she doesn’t quite know how to stop it. ears pricked up at the explanation given, then drop. brown eyes narrow, shake of her head soon to follow. ❛ it sounded a whole lot worse than just some domestic dispute. ❜
her frame squares as he walks through the gate, careful to tread lightly, careful to keep a small semblance of distance. allison’s got enough knowledge of wolves to know the precautions, knows better than to think she’s perfectly safe. but that’d never stopped her before. ❛ i don’t know why that’s so hard for you to believe. ❜ dig rolled off her shoulders easily, cooly -- it’d never been about being smart. an internal drive to protect, groomed by a family known for keeping those who could not protect themselves from things that went bump in the night, she’d come by it all honestly. and she doesn’t have it in her to stifle it out.
❛ i already told you, i’m not actually here for anything. i’m not -- ❜ a huff, tired of the fact that she’s about to launch into the same story she’s been telling each time she’s addressed. it’d never changed, hadn’t faltered, and yet it’d fell to scrutiny just like that. ❛ i’m not after anything or anyone here, i’ve been looking for something around here. tonight’s not any different, just, the screams. i just wanted to make sure no one was hurt. ❜
MUSES: allison argent, campbell saunders, lola pacini, mini mcguinness, rebekah mikaelson, & sansa stark. aka everyone i currently have playlists for lmao.
RULES: share four songs / pieces of music that represent your muse—or just songs that remind you of them.
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TAGGING: ANYONE who wants to do this. :/ just say i tagged you, then tag me cause i wanna see. i’m a nosy bitch who loves muse songs.
ALLISON.
( 001 ) grave digger // matt maeson. ❛ ain’t no point in tryna pick me up when i am down, yeah you can stick out your hand and lean towards the ground. i’ll be tryna suck all the liquid out the dirt, tryna catch a curve, digging my own grave. ❜
( 002 ) rather die // barns courtney. ❛ now all your hundred thousands best remember my name, i’d sucker punch an army if they got in my way. i came to kill ‘em, now i’m wiping the spit from my eyes. i take a beating, but i... i’ll never give up. oh, oh, i think i’d rather die. ❜
( 003 ) sincerely // stephen. ❛ can you hear that darling? a revolution’s calling. no child of ours should have to starve, should have to die for us. can you feel that darling? the monster’s marching. this is it, this invitation is for the ones who love. sincerely. ❜
( 004 ) even if it hurts // sam tinnesz. ❛ these nails in my hands, erasing all the lines in the sand. i’ve got no regrets, ‘cause if i could, i’d do it over and over again. even if hurts, even if it makes me bleed. i’m gonna carry you, pushing through with the dirt on my sleeves. even if it hurts, even if it's razor deep. i'm not giving up, not gonna run, i'll be there when you need me. ❜
CAMPBELL.
( 001 ) cliffy // matt maeson. ❛ oh, so just tell me -- are you still hurting? and where did you come by all of those burdens? so i rumble and i tumble with the man upstairs, he said, ‘boy, you gotta stop pulling out your hair.’ ❜
( 002 ) impossible year // panic! at the disco. ❛ there’s never air to breathe, there’s never in-betweens, these nightmares always hang on past the dream. there’s no sunshine, there’s no you & me, there’s no good times. this impossible year. ❜
( 003 ) adam’s song // blink 182. ❛ i never thought i’d die alone, another six months i’ll be unknown. give all my things to all my friends, you’ll never step foot in my room again. you’ll close it off, board it up. remember that time i spilled the cup of apple juice in the hall. please tell mom this is not her fault. ❜
( 004 ) straight razor // matt maeson. ❛ it’s strange how the days layer, and weight on you years later. 'cause it don't stop, no, it don't end. oh, whe the seams will start to wearing thin. oh, and we'll see if the same thing goes for them. oh, and i tried to start carin' like you and like them when you said that i was killing myself -- i've killed everything but my shame. ❜
LOLA.
( 001 ) high hopes // panic! at the disco. ❛ mama said it's uphill for oddities, the stranger crusaders. ain't ever wannabes, the weird and the novelties. don't ever change. we wanting everything, wanted everything. stay up on that rise, stay up on that rise and never come down. ❜
( 002 ) east of eden // ❛ pink toes pressed against the carpet, show your face & finish what you started. the record spins, down the alley, late night. be my friend, surround me like a satellite. tiger on the prowl, coming for you now. ❜
( 003 ) pretty head // transviolet. ❛ my pretty head -- what did you expect of the weaker sex? i should know better. you tell me i'm hot, that's what i want. i've already lost, i should know better. dress my soul up like a girl, 'cause after all i'm just a girl. and i'm so happy, 'cause aren't all the pretty girls happy? ❜
( 004 ) i’m good // the mowgli’s. ❛ it's been a long time living this way, worrying what people say. feeling like i won't fit in, but i won't give up, no i won't give in. we're looking for something more, what you're really look for -- it's been with you since you were born. ❜
MINI.
( 001 ) 23 // chase atlantic. ❛ baby's only twenty-three, dancing under lights since she was seventeen. her brain's flooded with ketamine. high from every party, low from self-esteem. it's selfish but she never sleeps. honestly, she needs a little sympathy, look what's gotten in to me? but baby's only twenty-three. ❜
( 002 ) girls like u // blackbear. ❛ quit actin' like a baby, or at least less like a child. give me serenity, or at least just peace of mind. give me closure, or at least a phone call. give me forever for a while, give me forever for a while. swear to god i'm a sinner in a church burnin' up for you, swear to god she's a blessing and a curse, shoulda learned from you. ❜
( 003 ) notion // ato feat eden. ❛ and i got a notion, everything's going fine. 'cause we stand for nothing, and they say your faith is blind & it's always brighter on the other side. it's a fine line between bliss and open eyes. ❜
( 004 ) thick thighs // emilia ali. ❛ so i trudge, slow up the mountain. i used to tread before you went and lost me, in exchange for my body. drag me down like rocks in the river, gave me a crown & then poisoned my liquor just to get me sicker than you. i dreamed in diamonds clouded by sativa, 'cause i never figured the difference between them. now i know better. ❜
REBEKAH.
( 001 ) the hearse // matt maeson. ❛ i am the house that's built upon sand, i am the thought that you couldn't plan. what was it like to feel in love? what was it like to feel in love? i am the escape to something that's worse, i am the shadow driving the hearse. ❜
( 002 ) rival // ruelle. ❛ i won't let my demons win, my only rival is within. i will fight through thick and thin, my only rival is within. kingdoms rise & kingdoms end, my only rival is within. this is where it all begins, my only rival is within. ❜
( 003 ) liability // lorde. ❛ they say, 'you're a little much for me, you're a liability, you're a little much for me'. so they pull back, make other plans. i understand, i'm a liability. get you wild, make you leave. i'm a little much for everyone. the truth is i am a toy that people enjoy, 'til all of the tricks don't work anymore, and they are bored of me. ❜
( 004 ) when you loved me least // michl. ❛ hang my pride up on your door, i've grown tired of being ignored. i'm not painting any fence for someone else, i'm not climbing to get stuck up on your shelf. where do i start? can barely speak, 'cause you kept my voice living on its knees. but i'm in reverse now, don't follow me, 'cause i loved you most when you loved me least. ❜
SANSA.
( 001 ) idontwannabeyouanymore // billie eilish. ❛ tell the mirror what you know she's heard before, i don't wanna be you anymore. hands getting cold, losing feeling’s getting old. was i made from a broken mold? hurt, i can't shake. we've made every mistake. only you know the way that i break. ❜
( 002 ) little girl // faith marie. ❛ everyday feels like a battle and i always get hurt. i was frequently told violence was never the answer, but life doesn't abide by the rules of a child. i don't know how to fight, only taught how to surrender. there's a certain kind of darkness that does a reaping, it usually takes you right before you are sleeping. is it the crack in the door that it finds a way to creep in? or the crack in your brain that wants you to drop dead? ❜
( 003 ) lovely // billie eilish feat khalid. ❛ oh, i hope some day i'll make it out of here, even if it takes all night or a hundred years. need a place to hide, but i can't find one near. wanna feel alive, outside i can't fight my fear. isn't it lovely? all alone, heart made of glass, my mind of stone. ❜
( 004 ) winter bones // stars. ❛ the sun settles hard in the south. winter lives in my bones. when you awake you're alone, when you awake you're alone. you say, 'is this a war?' hardly, and then you hit a wall. honestly, you want to know but you can't. i believe, i want to believe, in anything. ❜
that didn’t sound right. corner of a foiled wrapper caught between teeth, weight of a burrito dangling precarious and heavy, castiel rummaged through the disarray he’d left along the sofa for an absent phone until convinced. why he’d managed to get so much done, no doubt. no buzz to tell him practice’d been cancelled, again. nothing to suggest a quiet afternoon had already run its course. no disappointing contact from a parent to say their flight had landed safe and sound who - knows - where. all catalyst for why he’d not bothered to go further. preferred to drop down amidst his work, one leg kicked up to prop atop the other between bites and the words that jumbled in them.
“ don’t tell me you forgot about that report faraize threw out at the end of class, ” in a huff of frustration, all kinds of red - faced and flustered. a man unfit for the job he stumbled through, barely able to reign in the docile ones up from, much less stop the beeline castiel’d made in spite of the hollering to come back. out the door and down the hall before anyone’d gathered themselves enough to try and stop him. “ thought he was gonna have a coronary in the middle of the room. ” his snickers cruel, smothered down by a mouthful of beans and cheese, “ was kinda hopin’ for it. ”
a woof from the adjoining hall and demon’d wandered in, tail a’wag, passing up the hand he’d extended, fingers snapping, in favor of lola, perched nearby. “ traitor … ”
she had that going for her, at least.
the flame turning all those around her into moths. blazing with a glare that ought’ve resented the stare seated over the curve of his knee. for the way his dog nosed for attention. for how she’d thought to kick off her shoes when she entered. more than he could’ve said for most. even if she was full of shit, monopolizing time he’d set aside with the best his intentions ever got. less prone to seeding uproar on his free time than people gave him credit for. too tired. less hungry, now, contented hum swallowed back to steal what satisfaction its birth might’ve given her. too fond of the hostility that kept feathers rustled to make way for something else.
“ there’s a time limit for how long bribes last, yanno. ”
——————— IT WAS LESS LIKE FORGETTING. more like deciding she wouldn’t worry about it until later. most people didn’t expect exemplary work from her anyways. always the ditz. words slung her way that were meant to go over her head, because lola wasn’t supposed to be smart -- castiel’d all but said so himself, more than once. that she’d never really struggled with her work, however, was a fact she kept to herself; words and answers came easy when you always found yourself with something to say. she may not have always been right, but she found no need to worry about assignments. specifically when they came from teachers like that.
❛ i didn’t forget, i’m just not doing it ‘til later. ❜ after she’s cleared her mind. after she’s had enough of castiel’s attitude, and gotten her fill of making sure he knows just how likable she is. there was no harm in putting it all off, no harm in rushing through it with a more precarious deadline -- there was nothing like a last minute procrastination adrenaline rush, after all. ❛ wishing horrible medical problems on people, how kind. ❜ lola’d like to think he’s kidding, that like most people, he’d never wish harm on someone else... and yet, there’s reason for her to pause and question it. question if he’s truly that cruel, question if he’d ever said something like that about her behind her back. as if that wasn’t a scary enough thought on its own.
she’s left to ponder it for a moment, mouth wrought together and dark hues settled onto glitter painted nails before her attention is snagged. grasped. pulled away from all thoughts & worries at the sight of a friendly, furry face. for such a fear-inspiring name, demon’d never had anything but a warm greeting for her. grin pulled wide on her face, toothy, child-like, there’s no shame for the way she leans out and curls fingers into his fur. ❛ hi cutie! did you miss me? ❜ already more focused on petting the dog than she is anything else, castiel left an afterthought to her mind until he spoke again. leave it to him to ruin a moment, fueled by pressing her buttons and dead set on making sure she never made herself too comfortable -- lola’d like to think it’s out of fear. that he’s afraid he might like it too much if she did, and if she’s honest, she understands it. doesn’t particularly enjoy it, but that’s another question altogether. ❛ is there? ❜
gaze drawn up from demon, flickered back across furniture to castiel’s face. she’d pout if she thought it’d work, if he’d ever seemed like the type to crack under the pressure of a girl on the verge of being upset. instead she pulls a face, wrinkles her nose and curls her upper lip. ❛ you know, for someone who was practically on the verge of starvation before i got here, you’re pretty rude. you should be thanking me, i totally saved your life. ❜
it was a nice code. in theory. something to reach for when everything else was turning to ash and decay. it was nice, but it wasn’t realistic. the sort of pipedream that paired off with staying together and keeping everyone alive. impossible. irrational. why nick’s eyes rolled in spite of the nod offered to humor her. agreeing because there wasn’t time for an argument and enough of what little there was had been spent shoving his gift into the pack already full to burst and sagging across his shoulders. weight he was, for once, happy to heft higher. a surety that, if all went as planned, he’d see tomorrow. for what worth that was, he remained brazenly pessimistic.
“ weren’t you … JUST threatening to kill me ? ” mocked skepticism and another glance spared for the groans building louder. a chorus that rose gooseflesh and curiosity in waves. why she cared. why she idled. what there was to gain from acts of charity, now. besides a knife to the back or a barrel between the eyes. how certainty settled with passive conversation and … “ the only danger i see around here is YOU. ”
a girl who stood like she knew what she was doing, packing blades and empty threats. looking enough like a sister abandoned to keep the grin from forming. spared in favor of thinned lips and shuffling sneakers.
“ who knows what you’d do if i got in that car, ” cleaner than those around it. cleaner than him. out of place and discomforting. a reminder of days not long out but distinctly in the past. where memory fuzzied and his fingers turned numb from their newfound clench around straps snagged tighter. crescents from nails. blanched knuckles. nick knew. and, turned away, he’d seized refusal as well. “ i don’t die. ” not now. not before. not when he’d been meant to. not when he’d tried to. not to save anyone else or prove points that weren’t worth the time to be proven, now. until the dead overtook them all and the world dried up and crumpled underfoot —— he’d survive. in irony and sweat cloaked skin. painted by death.
“ don’t know if i can say the same for you though … ” coupled with a nod towards a figure shambling, blind to his presence, headed for a would - be - saviour and all her good intentions. the sign that, whatever this was, it was over. punctuated by a blossoming need to slink back into line. drift away through the alley at his right. to the next town over or … somewhere else. “ thanks for the water. ”
——————— IT’S LIKE CONVERSING WITH A BRICK WALL. and yet, allison’d still not moved. dumb, hopeful insistence that she can help has already kept her longer than it should have, and was now threatening to put her in danger that could’ve been altogether avoided. one day she’d learn to stop playing savior, especially to those who deemed themselves unwanting & unwilling to have it. but that day wasn’t today. fingers dragging over the material of her jacket, brushing dirt & dust she’s not sure truly exists as she narrows in on his face once more. now he was just being hypocritical.
❛ weren’t you just telling me i wasn’t a real threat? ❜ questioned curiously, borderline filled with disbelief. while the words had been said, she’d not meant them, had even gone to lengths to explain herself and yet... yet. the insistence that allison would cause him harm is one she can’t bring herself to comprehend, instead decides he’s simply rambling off excuses for himself. that for whatever reason he believes himself unneeding of her aid -- another glance over his frame & the bag on his shoulders, and she’s willing to bet otherwise. willing to bet he could use a good night’s sleep and the safety she and her father could provide; willing to stick around and prove it.
❛ so now you’re afraid of me? not while i’m holding a knife, but when i’m offering you help? that’s rich. ❜ it’s strange. the sort of thing that has allison questioning the possibilities of what could make someone like this -- full of pessimism, and the insistence that despite it all he’d be fine. that he wouldn’t die out here, surrounded by little more than what could be described as walking death. she hoped she never found out, hoped she never got there herself. that sort of outlook seemed all too bleak, all too dark and twisted for the sort of person she’d always deemed herself to be. if she couldn’t see the good, find the light at the end of the tunnel, there’d no longer be a point.
there’s no hesitation as she follows his gaze, no fear shown or instance of uncertainty as she opens the car door, eyes watching the approaching figure as nimble fingers dip low, curl around the handle of the gun on the floor board. she’s always preferred arrows, years of archery classes insistent that her fingers be on a bow string than a trigger -- but desperate times call for desperate measures, and she’d be a fool to not carry some of her father’s unsold merchandise. brought forward, aimed, a breath held. allison knows the sound will only draw more, that the moment it rings out there’ll only be seconds to make her leave and head for the safety of elsewhere; that all of this means there’s little room for error. trigger pulled, shot fired, a half second glance to confirm a death before she speaks, already sliding into her seat. ❛ if you don’t want to come, consider that a parting gift so you can go paint yourself up again. have fun playing zombie, mister i don’t die. ❜
her words stung more than elena wanted to admit. it wasn’t the first time someone had said that to her. no, she had been hearing it ever since had been thrust into this world. but that didn’t make it hurt any less. ❛ that doesn’t surprise me. you, appreciating a survival story. it makes sense. afterall, you can use it inspiration the next time your brothers STAKE you. ❜ the sass was an automatic reflex, one that once she realized caused the human to tense slightly. that survival story was about to come to an end if rebekah lost her temper and SNAPPED her neck right then and there — something they both knew she wanted to do since the moment they met. ❛ did you come here just to check my pulse? that seems more like something someone who c a r e s would do. ❜
——————— OH, THAT WAS BRAVE. or perhaps the better term was stupid -- either, surely would’ve sufficed in summary when it came to this human in particular. bravery & stupidity had a way of walking hand in hand; that elena toed the line between them was no shock. ❛ you've got quite the mouth on you, haven’t you? i’d tread carefully, love, i’d hate to see how devastated the salvatores would be if you lost your tongue. ❜ it’s an idle threat for now, but one rebekah makes with ease, settling in & making herself comfortable like a thorn in a side. ❛ check your pulse, ruin your life, it’s all the same, isn’t it? there’s no care to be found, just consider me your not - so - friendly babysitter. ❜ add nearly unwilling to the list and it was an apt definition. rebekah’s not entirely keen, but when jobs are being doled out, there’s few options to be had... and she’d been told to be here. slim shoulder shrug, uninterested as she peruses, blue hues trailing over walls and decorations, ❛ niklaus wants you safe, and while your pair of brother lovers are handy -- they’re weak. ❜
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