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@stcnehearts
dependent multi-muse blog for lawlessfm penned by ness (she/her, twenty-eight, gmt)
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random character headcanons, vol i ♡ happy developing ᵔᴗᵔ
teddy bear — does your muse have any treasured possessions? what makes it so special?
scratched cd — what genre of music does your muse hate? if someone happens to turn on that genre, will they tolerate it or leave the room?
dried paint brush — how creative is your muse? do they create anything with said creativity or are they considered 'wasted potential'?
playground equipment — what's a childhood memory, whether it's liked or not, that stands out to your muse? why does it stand out among the rest?
candy bracelet — does your muse prefer chocolate, hard candy or chewy candy? do they even like sweets at all?
broken record player — what regrets does your muse have? if they could go back and change that event / the past in general, would they?
ball pit — what does your muse do for fun?
orange creamsicle — what's a topic your muse could talk about for hours? is there a reason this particular topic means so much to them?
hopscotch — does your muse like to work out? if not, how else do they move their body from day to day?
flimsy fairy wings — did your muse used to celebrate / dress up for halloween as a child? if yes, what's a costume they remember wearing (and did they pick out or did their parents)?
instant messenger — if it's not already taken, what is your muse's go-to username?
IN CHARACTER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS .
send an emoji/series of emojis for my muse to answer any of the following questions in character! for some questions, there are fields italicized and bolded for you to fill in with the name of a person/place/event/etc in the muse's life. please remember to fill in these spaces in order for the question to make sense! each emoji is described in case you can't see them, and they are listed alphabetically. ♡
✈️ AIRPLANE — have you traveled anywhere that helped you discover something about yourself and/or about the world?
😠 ANGRY FACE — how easy or difficult is it for you to express your emotions? if you find it difficult, what do you think is holding you back?
🎨 ARTIST PALETTE — what are some hobbies that you like to partake in? do you think they're just to pass time or to distract yourself, or do you believe some of them potentially have therapeutic outcomes for you?
🎈 BALLOON — what is something you've created and/or accomplished recently that you're proud of?
🖤 BLACK HEART — what would you say is the darkest thought you've ever experienced? what do you think caused you to have that thought? have you ever planned on or fantasized about acting on it?
🏹 BOW AND ARROW — if there's something from your past that you'd give anything to go back in time and redo, what is it?
💔 BROKEN HEART — is there anyone in your life you wish you had a better relationship with? if so, how come? what makes this person important to you?
🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your favorite holiday and why?
🌙 CRESCENT MOON — what would you say is your current biggest dream and/or career aspiration and why?
❌ CROSS MARK — how would your life be different if [name of person] had never been in it? would it be better or worse?
⚔️ CROSSED SWORDS — do you have any skills that you are absolutely grateful you have and that mean a lot to you? how do you usually use these skills? would they come in handy if someone you cared about was in trouble?
🔮 CRYSTAL BALL — what is a core memory from your childhood that you think defines you today?
🗡️ DAGGER — what is something or someone you know you can't afford to lose? how far are you willing to go to make sure you don't lose it/them?
💧 DROPLET — are you grieving something or someone? do you feel like you lost something or a part of yourself with it/them?
😶🌫️ FACE IN CLOUDS — is there something you're hiding from the people you love? if so, how urgent is it for them to hear it? what's holding you back from sharing it?
🍂 FALLEN LEAVES — how would you metaphorically describe your life and the journey(s) you've been on?
👻 GHOST — is there someone or something that you feel is missing from your life? do you know if there's any way to find it/them?
🩶 GRAY HEART — what kind of friend do your friends consider you to be (mom friend, uncle friend, funny friend, etc) and why? what do you think this says about your personality?
🤝 HANDSHAKE — do family or platonic relationships mean more to you? or do they mean different things to you?
❤️🔥 HEART ON FIRE — what angers you the most? what triggers this anger, and how do you cope with it? what does this anger feel like, if you had to describe it?
💋 KISS MARK — if you had to share a romantic kiss with a loved one, where would you share that kiss and why? are you thinking about giving this romantic kiss somewhere other than the other person's lips?
✝️ LATIN CROSS — are you a religious person? did you grow up religious? does your faith mean anything to you today?
🩵 LIGHT BLUE HEART — what do you fantasize about the most often (generally/sexually/etc)? are there any people that are significant to or that you can see in this fantasy and why?
⚡️ LIGHTNING BOLT — how has [significant event in muse's life] impacted you? what has it made you realize about yourself? about others? about the world?
💄 LIPSTICK — have you had any romantic or sexual experiences that made you realize something about yourself?
🪄 MAGIC WAND — would you describe yourself as a superstitious person (someone who believes in superstitions)? do you believe in luck?
❤️🩹 MENDING HEART — how strongly do you experience your emotions? does it depend on who you're interacting with and/or the context of the situation?
🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what song lyrics do you think most accurately describe you? your journey through life? who you are as a person?
🫂 PEOPLE HUGGING — generally speaking, do you feel very supported by the people in your life? how strong and cohesive is your support system, if you have one? do you often feel like you're at the front of the line or pushed to the side by the people in your life?
❤️ RED HEART — what is/are your love language(s)? how do you use it/them to communicate your feelings about others?
💞 REVOLVING HEARTS — who and/or what are you most grateful for in your life?
🎀 RIBBON BOW — how confident are you with your physical appearance? is there anything about it that you are insecure about? is there anything about it that you are happy about or gives you confidence? how do you think people perceive you based on your physical appearance?
🧪 TEST TUBE — if you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what is one thing you absolutely have to resolve and/or do before then?
🤔 THINKING FACE — what three emotions tend to dominate your mindset? do you know why they do?
💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — is there something or someone you find yourself thinking about more often than other things? if so, why do you think you do this?
💀 SKULL — how has [name of person] 's death influenced your outlook on life, if anything?
☀️ SUN — would you describe yourself as more of an introvert or extrovert, or are you somewhere in between? how come?
🪽 WING — if you could choose to have one superpower for a day, what would it be and why? what would you do with it?
✍️ WRITING HAND — what is one thing you wish you were better at? this can be a tactical skill, social skill, hobby, etc.
⏤ It was time. Finally, Alice was asleep, infants are difficult sometimes and she learned it firsthand with her daughter. It was late at night, and she tugged her daughter inside her crib, wrapping a little blanket to cover her and a good night kiss as she does every night religiously. And suddenly the desire for a drink, her penthouse half dark, which was a comfortable darkness and she made her way towards the kitchen taking a glass of wine and pouring it to herself. Once it was filled more than what is considered polite.
There isn't anyone but herself. She sat on the sofa, stretching her legs, sipping the wine, and rested her head on the backrest of the sofa, staring at the silence, enjoying the silence. Until… "Freyja, darling." Oh no! No, no, no… She already knew his lines. One… Two… Three… Take a deep breath Freyja, you can do it.
He is not going to wake my baby! A voice told in the back of her mind. Forcefully, she stood up and opened the door of her penthouse, holding a glass of wine, and despite the sphinx expression showing on her delicate features, there was part of her wanting to kill him.
Motherfucker.
And of course, she remembers all the last time, she had to rescue him. ❛ Please just lower your voice. ❜ She says stern tone. ❛ I just put Alice back to sleep again. Come in… ❜ Part of her wonders why they were friends. ❛ Not being funny, but you look like microwave shit. ❜ The blonde was dressed in a silk black bathrobe. ❛ And what is your plan? Going out or drinking here? ❜
He eyes her glass of wine, no doubtedly an expensive vintage bottle that he could barely afford anymore but he could almost taste it on his tongue if he thought hard enough. He wondered if his parents still had that vintage Chateau Margaux in their wine cellar or if they had finally opened it after they realised that waiting for Theo to come home and finally get married to someone they deemed suitable was as hopeless as waiting for rain in a drought. The thought of him going back and doing exactly that crosses his mind for a moment but he doesn't need it, he doesn't need them.
"Alice?" He repeats the name a few more times before he remembers Freyja's daughter, "Oh, Alice, of course. I bet she misses uncle Theo. How old is she now? She must be tw⎯ thr⎯" He gives up when he can't remember, it doesn't matter anyways. Either way, she's small and cries so it's all the same to him. "Well, I was thinking about going out but I can be convinced to stay in if you have some of the good stuff. I'm an easy man to please."
Ashley Moore
@stcnehearts , HEIAN-KYŌ, A PRIVATE BOOTH, MID - EVENING.
Had she told the moon about the daytime, it wouldn’t be believed. She’s used to that: not being believed. All those years spent alongside a tyrant ⸻ how slippery morals became when spent underneath the blade of a knife. Still, she enjoyed the nighttime ritual of the moon - silk. How the milky blue light seemed to cover the snow and neon like a mass of forgiveness, at least for that evening. At least until she awoke the next morning with the ax of reality swinging at her neck once more. She was eaten and she ate ⸻ glutton for some reprieve. No matter the cost. On this side of the winter she is more herself. Or the shards of selves have become clearer. Less murky. These inner thoughts contrast heavily to the pink and white kiku bouquet that lays in the middle of the booth’s table, the velvet jewelry box housing an emerald bracelet sits beside it. Emiko arrives, led by the host from the front of the restaurant. Aranya stands to greet her, palm facing upwards as she reaches out for the other’s hand. “I’m glad I could pull you away for the evening [ … ] I hope you brought your appetite, hm?” Warmth on the cheeks, smile aching at her gums and teeth. For a moment she forgets she was made for death. Head tilts slightly towards the tabletop, brows lifting with a youthful delight. “I have something to ask of you.”
Aranya's glowing ⎯ it's the first thing she notices when she meets her. The warm restaurant lighting makes it look like she's glowing, a halo around her head. Aranya's always been the Sun for her and Yamato has always been Polaris. Whenever she was lost, she knew she could look up to him and find her way home. Home used to be wherever he was, but now, home was wherever both of them were. Yamato led the way, and Aranya would keep them warm. Emiko sometimes wondered what she was to them, how she fit into their lives, and if she was needed as much as she needed them. She liked to think she was, but it didn't matter to her because all she knew was that she was truly happy for the first time in a long time.
"It's no bother, I'll always make time for you." Her smile matches Aranya's warmth. Cheeks aching like the muscles haven't been used this much in a while. It's the kind of warmth that radiates from the inside out. "Hm, of course. What do you need?"
Zakir chuckled. "Arre yaar! No respect for the craft? Blues is the music that predates Rock and Roll, the music of the soul, the longing, the desire." He made hand gestures as he spoke. "Wallah, I think most people in the room pretend to like it, they are just here for the booze and the atmosphere," he offered with a grin. His eyes were visible behind his tinted glasses, and they were amused.
He took a sip from his mocktail and raised an eyebrow. "What's your music then, yaar? And why would you walk into a place like this if not for the music or the booze?" He bit his lip, still smiling.
Theo shrugged. He grew up listening to jazz and classical music in his household. Wednesday and Friday evenings spent at the family grand piano with his piano teacher scolding him for not playing in tempo, and later in life, picking up the guitar hoping it would get him in the good books with girls. He some respect for the craft but it also came with memories of that suffocating household.
"Techno, hip-hop, I don't know. Something with a beat that you can grind to," he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively with his classic lopsided smirk. "Change of scenery I guess. And the booze helps. Anywhere with booze can be fun if you try hard enough."
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As she stands in the empty room with a box of medical supplies in her hand, she starts to wonder if she made the right decision to do this and to come back. Doubt starts to creep in and infect every corner of her life. Was she doing this for her community or was this something she was doing for herself to atone for her sins, to make her feel like she was a good person? She doesn't even realise she's been biting her lip until she sees Zakir and she forces a smile, worry lines from furrowing her eyebrows and frowning smoothed out.
"Ah, my knight in shining armour, you're exactly the person I need. Would you be able to put that box onto the top shelf for me?" she points to the box amongst other bits of paper on her desk. "Do you by any chance need a job because you could probably be quite helpful around here. I can't promise that it'll pay well... or at all in fact."
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
OPEN TO: @stcnehearts for theodore wellington-hayes LOCATION: theo's residence, post event
They stumble into the scene with a creak of the bedroom door and Eden's arm snaked around the other's waist, supportive even if there's a chance Theo doesn't need it. He'd bound to assume the worst because he's lived it, under minded too any times to believe he knows better now. There's also the motivation that if there's a reversal of fortune, he'll be the one to clean up the splatter. "I should start taking bets on how many drinks it takes for you to become a menace," Eden mutters as if to not disturb the silence, as though he hadn't just dropped the boy king of destruction off on the bed. Gentle mannerisms are discarded briefly to rummage through drawers for something better than a three piece suit and a stash of cigarettes. Shoes, which he knew were typically strewn across the floor in their abandonment, are placed with care where they should belong. However, the facade of spineless devotion to order is shed briefly. Eden makes his way to the window and cracks it open enough to tilt the smoke in his mouth out to the city. "Though I'm starting to think your tab is for show in case you need an excuse to lie back on," He adds, knocking ash out and away. Standing at the edge of the bed, pulling sheets taunt even if Theo is entangled or sprawled across them, Eden brings himself back to his self directed purpose. A smirk wrap around the cigarette, hesitation before getting too comfortable with the bad habit again to expel it back into the room. "You gonna hurl, or do you need to be tucked in before you start some shit, little prince?"
It wasn't a successful night if Theo hadn't caused some sort of commotion, whether it's getting too drunk that he makes a fool out of himself by breaking some valuable item or hitting on a taken person in front of their partner and being the cause of the fight. Either way, if Theodore Wellington-Hayes was invited to an event, there was bound to be trouble close by.
He lifts his heavy head from his appalling excuse for a pillow and grins at Eden. He makes a mental note to buy a new one sometime next week. It's not much use as it'll be forgotten by the morning, along with his pile of laundry at the foot of his bed that he'd been meaning to do all week. "I'd rather be tucked in by your pretty wife but I suppose I could do worse than you." He sits up and leans forward, elbows on his knees as he looks up at Eden, eyes roaming across his face like he's trying to commit his face to memory. "Come to think of it, you do have pretty eyes," he hums as he leans back against the headboard, head falling back against the wall with a soft thud. "But nah, I'd still prefer to have your wife tuck me in. Her hands are probably nice and soft. Do you reckon she'd sing me a lullaby to sleep?"
Theo holds his hand out and nods to the pack of cigarettes, "Pass me that would you?" He probably shouldn't smoke on his bed but a little bit of ash and smoke probably wouldn't have made much difference to the current state of his room.
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They've danced this routine many times before. He shows up at her door, slightly tipsy from whatever choice of poison he's chosen from his previous establishment. Freyja could probably recite his lines back to him by now, word for word, expressions and all. It doesn't stop him from doing it though. He leans against her doorframe, dressed in a white shirt that needs ironing, top 3 buttons undone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows with his unlit cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.
"Freyja, darling." His accent sounds ever so slightly more exaggerated than usual. "Come, let's go out for a drink and celebrate. My treat. It won't be like last time, I promise." Which he's sure he said last time he turned up at her door but he hopes that she won't remember that.
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Sometimes when she looks at her sisters, she just sees them as they were when they were born ⎯ small and innocent ⎯ and sometimes Trinity just forgets that they're no longer that anymore (no thanks to her anyways). She was supposed to set an example for them, not be the hand that guides them to the underworld with her. How was she supposed to lecture them about what and what not to do when she was going out and doing exactly that? Was it out of pure selfishness? Would they have been better in foster care, living with another family? Those were the questions that would keep her up at night when she's curled next to her nephew and sister on a bed that's too small for all of them.
She slips away as quietly as she can, not wanting to wake either or them and steps out onto the fire escape to light a cigarette as she looks up at the sky, trying to search for the stars amongst the smog but all there was to see were the hazy lights and the glow of a passing satellite. That was as close to a star she was going to get. Feeling a presence behind her, her body stiffens and she reaches for the closest thing she could use as a weapon ⎯ a flower pot. "Jesus Christ, sorry I don't know who I was expecting. It is your apartment after all. I guess I must be a little jumpy. I didn't wake you up, did I?"
josh o'connor in la chimera (2023) dir. alice rohrwacher
OPEN STARTER #lawlessstart LOCATION: godfather house of blues
Zakir contented himself with music any day or evening he wasn't otherwise engaged: when he wasn't doing shows, recording in his home studio, giving his attention to Anchali, or performing his duties for Dead Hand. The latter taking up the most of his time despite how he had no interest in pursuing a life of crime, it was merely a means to an end: a stepping stone to his eventual career. It was a necessary one, an opportunity he could neither ignore nor take for granted.
He was nursing a mocktail he'd randomly picked off the menu and had clapped his hands together for the last act to have grazed the stage, before the room returned to a more relaxed atmosphere.
Seeing someone looking for a spot to take a seat in the packed place - yet still the conversations were all hushed - he gestured his hands to the two empty chairs at his table. "Yaar, plenty of space here, please take a seat, I'll happily share my space, inshallah."
Being in the Godfather House of Blues was a change of pace for Theo, though anything had potential to be Theo's scene as long as there was some sort of alcohol involved. Top shelf whiskey in his hand, he scans the room looking for someone to sweet talk and potentially drop his tab on. These types of places were usually crawling with bored older women who were looking for some way to bring a bit of excitement to their life but looks like all the seats are taken except for one. "Cheers mate, don't mind if I do."
He looks around the room, eyebrow raised at the turn out. "Do people actually like this shit or are they just pretending to?" It almost reminded him of the many times that his parents would drag him to big fancy galas where everyone had a stick up their arse and he'd be reprimanded for being too loud or whatever. "This is shit that my parents, or my grandparents, would listen to."
Closed for @anhedcnias ⎯ Bitto Mori
She'd probably rather be anywhere but here. Even taking the closing shift at Gravity would probably be better than this but here she is, standing in the motorcycle shop that she pays a visit far too often for her liking. Every single time she tells herself it'll be the last time, that she's not going to get involved but then she looks at her nephew's little face and all she's reminded of are those days of waiting by the window, hoping her dad will come pick her up for the weekend but he never shows. He deserves the life that they never had, he deserves a life better than this and Trin was going to make sure of it, even if it meant she was the villain of the story.
It's almost as her feet have memorised the route now, her feet taking her towards the shop before she can even think about what she's doing. Hands balled into fists as she storms in and it's only when she's met with confused stares from customers that she tries to cool down before she does something she might regret. Her anger comes back almost full force when she sees him. "Sort your shit out. I don't care what you have to do but sort it out. Or don't ⎯ I don't care. It's your life so if you fuck it up then that's on you but don't drag my sister and my nephew into it."
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full name: emiko ishino
nicknames: emi, em
label: the lotus
date of birth: 31st august
age: twenty-nine
gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her
occupation: emergency room doctor at manhattan general
affiliation: medic for the executioners
language(s): english, japanese, conversational spanish, asl
faceclaim: nana komatsu
personality
positive traits: compassionate, intelligent, forgiving, independent, loyal
negative traits: self-destructive, impulsive, stubborn, workaholic, evasive
mbti: istp ⎯ virtuoso
enneagram: 6w7 ⎯ the confidant
moral alignment: true neutral
temperament: melancholic
zodiac sign: virgo sun, aries moon, cancer rising
character parallels: inej ghafa (grishverse), emma swan (once upon a time), tony (west side story), karen page (marvel), laurel castillo (how to get away with murder), ryan atwood (the oc)
character aesthetics: worn photos of strangers that they tell her are her parents kept in a box under her bed (she squeezes her eyes shut as she tries to search for at least one memory in her head that isn't her brother's but she never does); crumpled up pages with her hopes, dreams and wishes for every year that passes ⎯ some of them will never come true because the dead will stay dead; soft eyes, warm hands of a healer and a heart that wants to bring justice to the world that hurt her and her brother (maybe it'll finally grant her the forgiveness she seeks for the sins she's tried to bury)
character song: i don't like my mind by mitski
bio
tw: parental death
you were fated to this life the moment you came into this world; the threads tying you to the dark underbelly of society can never be severed, the blood in your veins makes sure of this. the blood that you can see and every time you close your eyes makes sure you never forget it either. oh, how you wish you could have had a normal life? no child should ever grow up without parents, especially ones that you can hardly remember what they look like, what they smell like, what their hugs feel life. but there’s your saving grace, the one constant in your life that keeps you sane ⎯ your brother, even if they are on the opposite side.
there’s so much anger inside of you that you don’t know what to do with it so you fall into the wrong crowds, though was it really a surprise with your family’s history ⎯ it’s in your blood after all. you think that if you hurt enough people then maybe it’ll cancel out the pain you've carried since you were an infant but this isn’t maths. two negatives don’t cancel each other out and it sure as hell doesn’t fill that giant black hole in your chest that your parents left. you crave more, more than the adrenaline from illegal street races, underground fighting rings, shop-lifting. the emptiness always returns once the high wears off and your list of people you’ve lost only seems to grow longer. there has to be more to life than this and you realise that this life (and place) is slowly killing you. staying here will consume you until there’s nothing left. so you hold onto what’s left of your soul that’s too kind for this world and do the one thing that most people never do ⎯ leave. you ask yamato to come with you too. home was never a place, you think, it was always him. you can start over, leave to some place where the ghosts from your past won't haunt you anymore. but he stays and you leave.
you go to a place that couldn’t be more different from city that raised you. you trade midnight car chases for night shifts at the hospital; shooting tequila shots for double espressos; the blood on your hands now isn’t blood that you’ve spilt and now is a sign that you’re tried to heal instead of harm. you contemplate changing your name, rewrite your whole life and start a new chapter, but your name is the last thing you have left from your parents and you can never get rid of it. it never feels like home no matter how much you can lie to yourself about how safe and peaceful it is though. there’s always a part of you that misses the chaos of it all, even if you do hate it, hate them (but you don’t because how can you truly hate the hand that fed you, the one that provided you safety, shelter, a home).
like fate, an opportunity for a fellowship pops up in new york city. you pretend like you don’t want it, like you never wanted to apply, that it was a chore to do so, but how can you explain the anxiety you feel every time you check your mail and the elation when you finally got that acceptance letter. so the prodigal daughter sister returns and it's like you had never left. it still isn't enough though. you feel like you should be doing more. maybe that's what drives you to the executioners. you've seen how crime had torn your family apart and you can't let someone else go through that even if it means you have to go toe to toe with the one person that you have left.
wanted connections
friends from before she left for med school. now that she's back, she's like a changed person, trading wild nights out for shifts at the hospital and volunteering instead. maybe they think that emiko thinks she's better than everyone else because she got out. maybe they're envious. we can figure that out.
mentor/mentee situations. emiko would 100% take people under her wing, especially if they're in the same situation as she was.
colleagues and friends from the executioners. or maybe not friends because she's yamato's sister.
connections through yamato. maybe they think she's a traitor because she's on the opposite side.