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The tug of something strange calling out to him was something Kier had sort of grown accustomed to as of late. He’d felt it a few times before Greece — the connection to Jade had always been there, and the desire to travel to Greece had been overwhelming — but once in the place he now knew was the setting of his former life, it seemed constant. There was the tugging that drew him towards the other gods, the ever-present one calling him towards the Underworld, the one that informed him when dead were near. It had mostly eased since his arrival at Olympus, and part of him wondered if that was because he’d accepted who he was now. It would make sense, he guessed, for the tugging to go away when it was no longer necessary to lead him to the truth. That theory sort of went out the window when he felt it in his gut once again, stronger than it had been in a while. Based on the expression on Jade’s face, she felt it too. Shrugging a shoulder, Kier nodded. “I don’t know what it is, but I think we ought to find out.” It seemed pretty important, whatever it was.

Getting to his feet, Kier followed her towards their entrance to the Underworld. He found he wasn’t surprised to see a spirit waiting for them when they arrived, though the desperation on the spirit’s face was a little shocking. He glanced over to Jade as she spoke, offering the spirit an uncertain wave.

Swallowing as the spirit began begging for mercy, Kier looked over at Jade with an expression of confusion. “Uh, what do we do here? I think this one’s a you thing.”

There were a lot of new sensations that Jade was beginning to adjust to. It wasn’t everyday that she could sense where spirits were, and it wasn’t everyday that she felt the incredible tugging sensation towards the entrance of the Underworld. For Kier, his powers had been different, and he had always been able to locate where spirits were, but Jade had never had that. Jade didn’t mind the new abilities that were slowly beginning to form, although it was… strange, she guessed, after having the same ones for so long. Still, Jade was happy to explore everything new about her life, and she was thrilled that Kier was at her side, her maybe soulmate, to support her discoveries just like she would his. “If it’s Asher or one of the other gods, I’m gonna be so annoyed,” she informed Kier seriously. Frankly, Jade had absolutely no clue what was demanding her attention, but making a joke of it limited some of the severity and panic the tugging brought on. “Can we banish them?” Jade asked as she began leading Kier in the direction of the tugging.

The spirit was something Jade should have expected. They were the King and Queen of the Underworld, responsible for the afterlife and all that nonsense. What was unexpected was the fact that spirit was begging for mercy. “Why is this a me thing?” Jade whispered, looking confused. “You’re the king!” Kier was totally in control here.

Turning back towards the spirit, Jade asked, “What kind of mercy?” If they understood what the spirit wanted, surely they could make a better decision.

“I died before my wedding day. It was supposed to be next week,” the spirit cried. The man was only in his late twenties, and the longer she stared at him, the more apparent the cause of his death was. That was new, too! If Jade’s intuition, magic, whatever, was to be believed, the spirit had died from drowning. “I want to be brought back to life,” the spirit said. “Please King Hades and Queen Persephone.”

“Can we bring people back to life now?” Jade asked Kier, visibly confused.

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The more time Kier spent on Mount Olympus, the more he understood about his old life. The halls here were lined with memories, both good and bad. He remembered arguing with the other gods, remembered watching as they tore each other to shreds over petty arguments. He didn’t remember the details exactly — it was all mostly vague, something like recalling memories of a dream you’d had the night before — but he figured that would come with time. In spite of the memories, he didn’t feel quite as at home in Olympus as the other gods seemed to. From what he’d read on Hades (on himself?), he’d never spent much time on the mountain. He’d largely preferred the Underworld, and Kier found himself sympathizing with the viewpoint. Weirdly, the lake of fire and three headed dog had seemed a lot more welcoming than the beautiful palace atop a mountain!

That was what was on his mind as he stood at the edge of the mountain, looking down over Greece. He felt Jade approach before he saw her, an odd tugging in his stomach that told him she was there. Turning towards her, he smiled and leaned in as she kissed his cheek. “I thought I was the only one,” he laughed, shaking his head. “I’m glad I’m not. The Underworld was nicer, wasn’t it?” He sighed, longing for the strange comfort that had come along with being surrounded by death. Was that totally fucked up? It seemed totally fucked up! Glancing back to Jade, he nodded his head. “Maybe there’s a gate around here somewhere? I’m sure Hades liked to have a quick getaway. From what I remember, things got kind of chaotic around here. Lots of arguing.” He waved a hand in a vague gesture, thinking again about how much he missed the Underworld. To his shock, his hand met resistance in the air as he brought it down, and instead of a grassy plain in front of them there was fire. Blinking, Kier took a step back. The rest of the scenery remained the same; it looked almost as if there was a rip in the sky, with the unmistakable backdrop of the Underworld inside it. “Oh, okay,” he said, sounding more than a little shocked as he looked back to Jade.

Persephone’s — or Jade’s, she wasn’t sure what the protocol was on the whole ‘past life’ identity thing — time had been evenly split between the Underworld and Mount Olympus. She had mostly spent time in Demeter’s wing of the fucking sky palace, but Persephone had always preferred the Underworld once she grew comfortable there. Frankly, it was the only place where she wasn’t doted or looked upon. Demeter was always worried about her, protective especially after Persephone chose the Underworld while the other Gods were jerks thanks to the fact that she wasn’t an Olympian. The Underworld was different, she belonged, she was respected, and most importantly, she was free to do as she pleased. Hades had adored her, and Jade could see how that was mirrored in this life, too. Kier always encouraged Jade to exercise her independence, he was never an asshole and Kier adored her.

As cool as Mount Olympus was, it wasn’t Jade’s preferred hangout and she had explored everything she wanted to about Persephone — Jade’s — past life. “Nah, you’re definitely not the only one. This place is cool and everything, but I definitely like the Underworld better.” It didn’t surprise Jade that Kier felt the same way. From what she remembered, Hades was very rarely on top of the mountain. As Kier mentioned a gate, Jade paused, trying to wrack her memory for a Gate to the Underworld nearby. Nothing seemed to come up, but from what Jade had learned thus far, memories weren’t jogged easily. Her past life came to her in fragments whenever it chose. “Yeah, there’s gotta be a gate nearby,” Jade agreed. “Persephone probably would have wanted to get back to the Underworld as soon as possible, too,” she added. Hades had spoiled his queen! He would totally gift her a gate. As Kier gestured and a portal opened in midair, Jade couldn’t help but laugh, shocked. “That works,” Jade said. She leaned in and kissed Kier deeply before stepping through the portal and immediately, Jade felt calm settle over her, surrounded by death once again. “This is so much better,” she said contentedly. “Wanna go find our room now? I bet it’s beautiful.” It wasn’t even meant as a pickup line for once!

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Being on Mount Olympus was… strange. It was endlessly familiar despite the fact that Aria had never been there in this lifetime. The feeling of belonging she’d had in Greece was amplified beyond belief, and every corner seemed to house some object that made her remember something. She wasn’t sure what to do with it, wasn’t certain how to react. How were you supposed to deal with the information that you were a goddess? When people in her village had made the claim, it had been easy to laugh it off, but here? Aria knew it was the truth, knew it with the same certainty that she knew her heart was beating. The information had shifted the relationships between herself and the rest of her companions as well. She’d had a child with Isaiah, Kieran had stolen her daughter away from her, Asher had tried to help her get her back… She had two lives worth of impressions of these people now, and it was complicated.

Nothing, of course, was more complicated than Jade. She’d felt instantly protective of the other woman the moment she’d met her, and now that she understood who they were to one another, that feeling only intensified. She might not be able to recall vivid memories of her life as a goddess just yet, but she remembered the feelings. She could perfectly recall the despair when Persephone vanished, easily remember the desperation with which she had searched for her daughter, the pain and denial regarding the fact that Persephone felt she belonged among death rather than life. Each time she saw Jade, it all came shooting to the surface. She offered the woman a strained smile now, chuckling lightly. “That might be too weird,” she replied with a shrug. She certainly felt maternal instinct towards Jade, but her friend was only a few years younger than her in this life. “I’m… a little overwhelmed, I think. It’s a lot to take in, even if it’s not as surprising as it should be. How are you? Are you adjusting okay?”

Honestly, Jade wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about the fact that Aria was her mother. It wasn’t totally shocking by any means, Jade had always felt more connected to her than the others, like she could trust Aria, but it was understandably kinda weird to find out that your friend was actually your mother in a past life. Their mother/daughter relationship was also… problematic, from what Ivy remembered. Aria — Demeter, fuck — had never believed that Jade wanted to be in the Underworld. She had missed her daughter, had kicked and  screamed and completely rejected the fact that Persephone loved Hades. To say that it was layered would be an understatement, and honestly, it was difficult to differentiate where Aria ended and Demeter began. Past lives were confusing!

But that didn’t change the fact that Jade cared about Aria genuinely and it didn’t change the fact that despite their drama, Persephone loved Demeter deeply. Jade wanted to figure out how their relationship would work in the present day and some strange, stubborn part of her wanted to make amends for the past, too. Knowing Aria and how kind she was, Jade figured that she would feel similarly. At Aria’s reply, Jade laughed and shrugged a shoulder. “I think this is all kinda weird,” she replied honestly. “But hey! If it’s any consolation, I like you way better than this life’s mom.” Gemma was an absentee parent at best — which was kind of ironic now that Jade knew how desperately Demeter had loved her daughter, she was anything but absentee. “Yeah, it’s definitely a lot,” Jade agreed. “I’ve had a lot of time to get used to my powers, but they’re like… changing now,” she said. “So that’s weird! But besides that, I’m doing okay. This all feels good so why ignore it, right?”

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Jade had been a vital aspect of Kier’s life for as long as she’d been a part of it at all. There had been no time where she was just some girl he knew, not really. From the moment he’d met her, she’d been important to him. For a long time, he’d figured his instant attachment to her was brought on by issues caused by his father, but now that he knew the truth about them, now that he knew who they really were, he knew better. They’d been drawn together based on who they were. It was like all the stories, all the dumb romance stuff he’d never understood before. Their souls had called out for one another, the universe had drawn them together. They were meant to be in this life, just like they were in the last one. And, just like they had then, they’d overcome a number of challenges to get there.

“I definitely plan to appreciate you more,” he told her with a smile, leaning in as she kissed him again. He’d been working on his flirting for her! Lux had given him some tips, and while the vast majority of them were unusable — he had no idea how to write someone a sonnet — some of them seemed like they might come in handy. Jade deserved the best, and Kier planned on doing everything in his power to give her just that. “I won’t say no to that,” he smiled, shrugging a shoulder. Being with Jade most of the time kind of sounded like Heaven to him, if he was being honest. “So do you,” he told her simply, because she did. Jade deserved the world, if she wanted it. “The guy of your dreams, huh?” He couldn’t hide a smile at that. How often did the girl of your dreams call you the guy of hers? “I guess we should, right? I mean, it’s gonna be there whether we talk about it or not. We might as well at least figure out how we feel about it.” It was a pretty complicated situation, and he doubted there would be any internet articles offering suggestions on how to deal with it. “Yeah, me either. I mean, I guess it explains some of the weird stuff we’ve been dealing with, but beyond that…”

Kier was the best friend that Jade had ever had. They had gone through a lot together, fought to be at this point, and while their friendship would always be of the utmost importance to Jade, thinking about Kier as a friend was pretty much impossible. They hadn’t been together long, and maybe it was partially due to the revelation about their past lives, but Jade’s feelings had shifted completely. Sure, they were always present in the background before they had begun dating, even when they were teenagers, but Jade believed that they had been way more controllable then. Jade could sleep with other people for example, she could kiss other people and kind of enjoy it, and now the idea was completely repulsive. Things between Kier and Jade had definitely changed fast, but nothing felt better, and all Jade hoped was that Kier felt the same way.

“I can’t wait for you to appreciate me more,” Jade said with a grin. “That was a pretty good line, babe,” she added after a moment. Jade noticed the improvement with his flirting! Kier hadn’t stammered at all, Jade was proud of him. “I think it sounds pretty ideal,” she admitted. It wasn’t as though Jade and Kier spent a lot of time apart — they had always been fairly inseparable — but there were steps that they could take in order to be together more. For example, Kier could just live in her room! As Kier spoke, Jade smiled at him and leaned forward to kiss his forehead. “Yeah, the literal guy of my dreams,” she replied. “I’ve had dreams about you and Hades. Pretty romantic, huh?” It had always been a little weird to dream about the God of the Underworld, but Jade hadn’t questioned it much up until recently. Obviously since discovering her past life, Hades had made appearances a little more frequently. “I feel pretty good about it,” Jade admitted. “It’s a little weird, but it makes sense and it answers all our questions,” Jade said. “We’re supposed to be ruling the Underworld though so that’s… kind of weird.” Jade wasn’t sure how to feel about that new responsibility. “How do you feel about it?”

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Having some sort of explanation for the odd happenings he’d been dealing with his entire life was a relief Lux couldn’t even begin to describe. He’d always been bad at not knowing things, always longed for more information. Thanks to Jade, he was getting that now. He was grateful for that, even if it was weird information. At least it wasn’t something bad. He could totally handle being a god! “I’ll write a song about your ass,” he promised her with a grin. “It’ll be beautiful. I bet ten bucks it makes at least a thousand people cry.” Now that he knew about the connection between himself and the God of Music, even his songwriting skills made a little more sense! “You’re only saying that because you haven’t seen my abs,” he joked with a snort. She was totally biased by the whole ‘love’ thing here. “Really? That’s great!” He smiled, obviously pleased by the news. He was a romantic! He could appreciate love when he saw it, even if it wasn’t his own. “My love life’s a little nonexistent right now unless we’re counting hookups. Not all of us get tall, broody soulmates that follow us to Greece!” There was a teasing lilt to his tone, and he flashed her a bright grin to let her know he was only kidding. 

The more he read about Apollo, the more he found himself buying into Jade’s theory. When he got to the bit about Hyacinthus, he stopped, lowering the iPad with a sigh. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I mean, it’s too much to be a coincidence, but I’m not sure I’m ready to jump on the ‘I’m a Greek god’ train just yet, if only to prove the gossip magazines wrong. They always said I had an ego.” He shrugged a shoulder, snorting lightly. “I guess you are. You’ve gotta live with a guy who names mythical creatures Spot.” He knew she didn’t mind it. The look in her eyes when she spoke about Kier spoke volumes. “Well, if you’re in the club, I guess I’m on board. As long as I’m not the only one going around telling people I’m a god, I think I’ll be all right. So, what now? What do we do with this information?”

“I want it to make at least two thousand people cry,” Jade said seriously. “My ass deserves that, I’ve worked hard on it.” Jade wasn’t really paying much attention to the fact that Lux was trying to make a bet with her, she was way too excited about the whole ‘getting a song about her ass’ thing. Kier was gonna relate to the song so much! “I don’t need to see your abs, Lux, I just know Kier’s are better!” It was kind of hard to top a soulmate’s abs, Jade figured, but she could admire Lux’s persistence nonetheless. Jade grinned at Lux’s enthusiasm about her newfound relationship, not bothering to hide the fact that she was ecstatic about the situation. “Hookups could count if you want them to,” Jade replied. “Who’re you fucking? Are they any good?” She laughed before adding, “Not everyone has a soulmate that follows them all over the world? Weird!”

As Kier lowered the iPad, Jade watched Lux curiously. He definitely seemed to believe what he had just read, but believing someone and accepting it were always a little different. “If you’re a god, aren’t you kinda supposed to have an ego?” Jade asked, raising her eyebrows. Sure, Lux wasn’t being informed that he was a god by a bunch of dead people which made believing it a little harder. At the mention of Kier, she smiled once more, unable to help it. “Could be worse. I could be stuck with a guy who can’t get it up,” Jade pointed out. Idly, she wondered if any gods had that problem. It seemed mortal! “Yeah, then the egotistical thing applies to us all. We’re gonna celebrate being gods, right? Then we’ll deal with the serious stuff after.”

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Despite his tendency to get into fights, Spencer had never had much trouble making friends. He’d been fairly popular in his unit, and it was rare for someone not to like him. Even many men he’d fought had bought him a drink after the fact. Spencer liked to believe he was an easy man to get along with, but among the Greek travelers, he wondered if the idea might be disproven. The majority of his fellow travelers liked him just fine, sure, but it wasn’t the case for all. 

In particular, Beck seemed to find him utterly deplorable. Spencer wasn’t sure why, nor did he plan on asking. He didn’t need anyone who didn’t need him, and if Beck wanted to be a dick, Spencer could be one right back. Who cared if he felt drawn to the other man? He was sure punching him would be just as satisfying as having a drink with him! Maybe even more so, considering the way the man acted towards him. 

Naturally, the universe seemed intent on pushing the two together despite their reservations. Spencer was fairly certain it was karma or something. He’d only killed, like, one guy, but apparently the universe held a grudge. He bit back a groan as he recognized Beck in the hot tub. He figured he had two options here: he could tuck tail and run, or he could stand his ground. Never one for running away, Spencer climbed into the hot tub, maintaining eye contact with the other man as he did so. “Nope. The more the merrier, right?” He plastered on an obviously fake smile, leaning back against the wall and ignoring the pounding in his chest. Couldn’t Beck have at least had the common courtesy of being an ugly dick? “So, you enjoying the whole ‘god’ thing? Which one were you again? The one with the snakes in the hair?”

Most of the other gods were decent enough, and originally, Beck hadn’t travelled to Mount Olympus just to make friends. He remembered his life as Achilles, knew he was destined for more, and he was going to fucking make it happen. The army hadn’t worked out for obvious reasons and after losing James, Beck was strangely relieved about that. Staying on a battlefield where he’d lost the love of his life — not once, but twice — seemed like torture and the battle was one Beck had been fighting for a long, long time. He belonged with the gods, and while he was only a demigod himself, Mount Olympus was just like home. Obviously Beck wouldn’t mind if some action happened, but everyone was adjusting to their newfound identities. Eventually, the chaos and drama would start just as it had centuries ago.

Beck hadn’t been naive enough to believe that Spencer would back down easily. He didn’t know who he was supposed to be representing from his past life, but the guy wasn’t a coward. Neither was Beck and so he stretched out across the hot tub, allowing his muscles to flex for theatrics. Beck didn’t break eye contact as Spencer sat down and he nodded in agreement. “Why not invite everyone to join us?” He said wryly. There was no one else Beck particularly disliked, and yeah, he could admit that it wasn’t Spence’s fault. Beck disliked him specifically because of the way he felt around him, that all consuming draw which always lead to death. “Only a demigod,” he pointed out, shrugging a shoulder. “Medusa, huh? If that were the case, you’d be turned to stone just for looking at me.” Beck hated the fact that was a decent joke. “I’m Achilles, an old hero,” he added. “Who’re you supposed to do?”

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The Underworld seemed like a fun place to visit and if there was one thing Riley enjoyed most, it was fun. Besides fighting, but who was to say that a girl couldn’t have varied interests? The majority of Riley’s probably weren’t the best interests, but like hell she would ever give up fighting, gambling and apparently visiting the Underworld. Thank god she knew Kier a bit, too, thanks to their asshole fathers. (Deadbeat dads always hung around each other, Riley had noticed throughout the years.) That being said, it’d been a few years since Riley had last spoken to Kier. Their relationship had been short, just the way Riley typically liked them, and had ended abruptly… also the way Riley preferred commitment. It was always like ripping off a bandaid, that way nothing hurt too badly at the end.

Ignoring all of their history, Riley turned up outside of Kier’s bedroom and knocked on the door a couple of times. Once he answered, she offered him a small smile. He was still hot, but Riley hadn’t missed the uptake that he found his soulmate. Besides, she was preoccupied with other people… well, one person technically. “Hey,” Riley greeted. “Wanna take me to the Underworld? I think it’d be a fun outing,” she informed Kier. “Plus, Mount Olympus is a little boring.”

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The whole shadow powers thing was a little confusing and honestly, Riley wasn’t entirely sure how to use them. Every time they arose, it was instinctual, but now that she realized that she was Enyo, Goddess of War, Riley wanted to master them. Through her memories, she knew what she was capable of, and she could recognize the swell of power, but memory alone didn’t give her strategy. That was exactly how she ended up in a big chamber, filled with mats and weapons, alongside Alex.

“Do you think it’d hurt if I encompassed someone all in shadow?” Riley asked Alex curiously, examining the ball of blackness in her hand. No light could penetrate it, and the closer she was to the shadow, the more it felt like it belonged to her, exactly as the ring had. “Apparently I can move through shadows, too,” she added, glancing around the room. There were distinct patches of darkness and idly, Riley wondered how it would feel if she transported between the two. “So, you wanna fight now, Alex?” There was no use in wasting time! Besides, if memory served correctly, Ares had trained Enyo originally. Who said history didn’t repeat itself?

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✈ asher/hudson

✈ our muses on a flight together

Planes were the worst thing in the world, Asher was positive, and he was pretty sure that Hudson was trying to punish him for wanting to bottom a few nights ago! Some nights Asher just really wanted to be fucked and if Hudson had an issue with it, Asher was never going to teleport him to another cool beach.

“Dude, why did you wanna take a plane when we can just teleport?” Asher asked, folding his arms across his chest as the plane began taking off. Truthfully, it was his first time in a plane, he’d always relied on his speed for transportation.

“This is so slow,” he complained after a moment of Hudson not replying. “Wanna join the mile high club then I can teleport us there?” He asked, waggling his eyebrows.

“Dude,” Hudson replied, “That’s such a great idea!”

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유 cavery

유 my muse trying to seduce information from your muse

Caelum loved playing pranks on the ship. If Avery were anything like Georgie, they would probably be a bit more successful, but she was nowhere near as dramatic. Rather than yelling and screaming and fussing about where the hell Caelum had put the extra batteries for their oven — yeah, ship life wasn’t very glamorous — Avery decided to go and find Caelum. It wasn’t like he said no to her very often! Especially not now that they weren’t sleeping with other people. Did that make them a couple? Avery wasn’t entirely sure, but their relationship was pretty much constantly complicated.

“Hey Caelum,” Avery said, leaning against the doorjamb of his quarters. “Where’s the batteries for the oven?” She asked curiously.

“I’ll never tell,” Caelum said immediately.

A smile crossed Avery’s face at that and she allowed one of the straps of her shirt to fall to the side. “I’ll take my shirt off if you tell me,” she told Caelum, stepping forward so the door closed behind her. Avery loved Georgie way too much to force him to observe her stripping. When Caelum looked up, Avery added, “And if you’re lucky, I’ll take everything else off, too.”

“I hid the batteries underneath the couch,” Caelum replied.

With a grin, Avery removed her shirt as promised, kissed Caelum’s cheek and then said, “After dinner!” She was way too hungry to consider fucking Caelum right this second. He required a lot of energy.

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Masterlist of Memes

Symbols

☹ My muse is visiting your muse on their death bed

♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle

☻ A drabble of our muses on their wedding day

☺ my muse trying to piss yours off

ت our muses running into each other after not seeing each other for several years

ヅ for a situation that got both our muses arrested

シ my muse walks in on your naked

Ü your muse walks in on my muse naked

ϡ a goodbye letter from my muse to yours

♥ you muse suprises my muse with a kiss

۵ my muse kisses yours to shut them up

ღ a forehead kiss from my muse

웃 my muse torturing yours for information

유 my muse trying to seduce information from your muse

♈ a holiday drabble featuring our muses

♉ our muses are together when they get ambushed

≑ my muse wakes up in your muse’s body

?  my muse will ask your muse a question they always wanted to ask

+ my muse has died and your muse is included in their will

◈ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised 

♊ my muse will do something stupid to impress your muse

✃ your muse visiting mine in the psych ward

♋ my muse visiting yours in the psych ward

❅ my muse rescues yours

✪ my muse seeing the ghost of your muse

● my muse’s turn offs

○ my muse’s turn ons

△ our muse’s get in a playful wrestling match

⍢ my muse gives yours a hickey

✧ our muses having dinner together

☎ my muse drunk dials your muse

✈ our muses on a flight together

☼ my muse giving yours a massage

♡ my muse flirts with your mue

☣ your muse visiting my muse in prison

♌ your muse visiting mine in prison

X my muse doesn’t remember anything from the night before. They have blood on their hands, and your muse is beaten at their feet.

☁ our muses are trapped in a fire together

〰 our muses are at the beach together

❢ my muse has lost their memory, and at the sight of your muse starts to remember things

✑ my muses daily routine

❂ a new years eve memory from my muse

✬ our muses share a new years eve kiss

✆ your muses name, ringtone, and icon in the muse’s phone

◙ a christmas gift from my muse

♍ a sexual story from my muse

₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together

❊  a regret my muse has about your muse

♎ your muse tracing one of my muse’s scars

♏ my muse tracing a scar of your muse’s

♐ my muse hearing your muse scream

♑ our muses go out for coffee together

♒ my muse visit’s your muse’s grave

♓ my muse injures your muse

✄ your muse injures my muse

☩ a dream my muse has about your muse

☨ my muse searching for your muse

☦ my muse trying to cheer up your muse

✞ my muse taking care of a your muse while their sick

✛ my muse trying to calm your muse down

✜ my muse trying to get your muse to recover from amnesia

✝ a confession from my muse to yours

✙ our muses shopping together

✠ our muses watching the stars together

« a past memory with our muses

» a daydream my muse has about yours

✐ a mistletoe kiss

✎ our muses going to a costume ball together

✏ our muses are evil and out reaking havoc together

♔ a kiss on the cheek

♕ a kiss on the palms

♖ a kiss on the back of the hand

♗ a kiss on the nose

♘ a kiss on the eyelids

♙ a kiss on a bruise

Sentence Memes

“You belong to me”

“I found you”

“I’m in jail”

“You make me so hot”

“I have to leave”

“Please don’t leave”

“And what about our parents?”

“Who did this to you?”

“You shouldn’t have done that”

“What happened last night”

“We never tell anyone about this”

“So, you want to play games?”

“Does that require pants?”

“Lets just have a lazy day”

“Then go kill the bitch”

“I’m pregnant”

“You broke me”

“Don’t touch me”

“You can’t fix this”

“There’s nowhere we can hide”

“I’m not listening”

“Who do you think you are?”

“I don’t need you here.”

“Did I fall asleep?”

“A little evil goes a long, long way.”

“I will not die.”

“I don’t care.”

“I have no regrets.”

“I feel numb.”

“All monsters are human.”

“You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine.”

“You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine.“”

“How many time have I told you to be more careful?”

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”

“Are you crazy?”

“Do you trust me?”

“How did you escape?”

“Is that blood behind your ear?”

“Take. This. Off. ”

“What’s in it for me?”

“What’s in it for you?”

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hcartsandminds‌:

It was hard to imagine anyone having been prepared for what the world had to offer. Mal had apparently been some kind of doomsday prepper before all this, and even he was a nervous wreck now that the apocalypse was up and running. Sofia hadn’t been prepared in any way, had only survived for as long as she had thanks to dumb luck and the help of her friends. Plenty of people more capable of survival than her had died thanks to stupid mistakes and unlucky circumstances, while people far less capable than she was would likely outlive her due to the opposite. It was the way of the world now, the brutal truth. It wasn’t the strongest who survived, and it sure as hell wasn’t the meek who’d inherited the Earth — it was the fortunate. Or maybe the unfortunate, considering the way the world was. Maybe the ones who’d died right in the beginning were the ones they should all be envious of. They’d never have to see the world the way it was now, never have to run for their lives from a hoard of zombies. Sofia wasn’t hopeless enough to envy the dead just yet, but if things went on this way? It could happen. She knew that.

Having Margot around helped. Her girlfriend felt like a shining light in a pitch black darkness, like a saving grace in the middle of a hopeless storm. Margot kept her sane, kept her relatively happy even in their odd situation. Sure, it kind of sucked not being able to make out with her girlfriend in public, but that didn’t matter much at the end of the day! It was moments like this, with Margot sneaking into her room late at night for a quiet conversation, that made it all worthwhile. She snuggled up close as Margot slipped into bed, resting her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder. “Me, too,” she agreed with a smile. There was nothing that made her happier than time spent with Margot, even given their situation. “I don’t even think actual babies are sleeping like babies in this mess,” Sofia snorted. Anyone who slept peacefully through the night had to be insane. Sofia was terrified all the time, and she knew she wasn’t the only one. The world was a scary, scary place now, there was no way around that. Considering the question, Sofia furrowed her brow thoughtfully. “I think I’d want to help people still,” she said. “Me and you would get an apartment together, secrecy be damned. We could have a cat. I think I’d go back to the police force, maybe. Or… help rebuild. If… When this ends, I think we’ll be doing a lot of that, you know? Rebuilding everything that got all fucked up. What about you?” In her totally unbiased opinion, Margot was always destined for greatness. That wouldn’t be any different once the world was getting back to its feet. “Mmm, I wouldn’t mind sleeping with you,” she grinned, nudging Margot playfully. 

Optimism wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world to achieve. Honestly, Margot was pretty fucking pissed about the whole situation! Zombies weren’t supposed to exist, the walking dead was for horror movies and dystopian novels, but here they were. The only bright side at the end of the tunnel was the fact that most fashion designers who had given her a run for her money before were probably dead for when everything went back to normal. She had to believe that things would be restored to safety, that the world would go on, otherwise fighting to survive seemed kind of pointless. God, the world was bleak these days. No wonder she was angry! Without the Henshaw’s, Margot doubted that she would have even initially survived — she had no real survival skills. Scouting pretty much just required light footsteps and a fast run, and scavenging just required common sense, all of which Margot mostly had. She was worthless in an apocalypse, just an extra body, and fuck, this was getting worse by the second. Hope was necessary! Margot could be hopeful. One day, she’d have her own fashion line, the zombies would be humans and Sofia would be her hot girlfriend publicly.

With Sofia in her arms and the thought of them potentially being together for all the world to know, Margot calmed down a little bit. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to relax in their embrace and as Sofia snuggled up closer to her, Margot kissed her forehead. The morality of the whole ‘dating her best friend’s sister’ thing was pretty irrelevant in moments like this. She couldn’t imagine being alone, couldn’t imagine not having Sofia’s present to look forward to, and wasn’t that what mattered? Even if it was selfish, that was what Margot was focusing on. “That’s pretty gay of you,” Margot teased, the fondness evident in her tone. At least she could still make jokes about their sexuality! Not all hope was lost. “I hope that the babies can at least sleep for a couple minutes. They’re cute, they gotta be protected,” Margot said lightly. Frankly, the idea of children were kind of horrific in the apocalypse, but they had to be out there. As Sofia considered her question, Margot twisted a strand of her girlfriend’s hair around her finger. “I would love to get an apartment with you,” she replied, pressing a tender kiss to Sofia’s lips. “You could do both,” she pointed out. “I bet the police force would have a team dedicated to rebuilding, right? We’d need that,” she pointed out. “I’d keep working on a line or maybe open a gallery where people could like… vent their frustration and losses,” she said, shrugging a shoulder. “Let people have emotions about this, y’know? I think we’ll need that,” she said thoughtfully. “It’s not very humanitarian, but it’s what I love.” Margot didn’t have to justify her passion to Sofia, she knew, but she tried anyway. “Sleeping with me? Gross, why would you want that?” Margot teased.

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hcartsandminds‌:

(✉ → flower crown): So you like me in all stages of pants? (✉ → flower crown): Oh? You can make me happy in whatever way you want. (✉ → flower crown): Just saying what you want? I think I can handle that. (✉ → flower crown): I really want to come over tonight. Can I? (✉ → flower crown): You’re the coolest.

(✉ → my no 1): well i have a preferred stage of pants for you now that you mention it... (✉ → my no 1): i want to make you happy in every single way! (✉ → my no 1): yeah, exactly. it’s easy! (✉ → my no 1): you can come over whenever you want. i’ll get you a room key ;) (✉ → my no 1): almost as cool as you.