#memxriaxx

[childrenofthelab]

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Muse Relationship Dynamics

Send a symbol (or more than one) to indicate the type of relationship you think our Muses could have! Be sure to specify who is what role and name Muse(s) for Multimuses!

🍏 Parent/Guardian & Child

Your son, ma'am

(I'm not crying, you're crying)

[alwaysthesitter]

I just wanna say that you inspire me by keeping your spirits up and writing no matter what happens to you even despite the sheer amount of unfair hate you got. <3 I love your Steve and I love talking to you OOC.

Awwww, thank you friend! Like I always say, nothing is going to push me away from here. The Internet is stuck with me, like a terrible virus that can't be removed. I love Steve too much to ever disappear, so sucks to suck for everyone trying to push me away. You're wonderful, and I'm glad I've gotten to know you and look forward to writing together in the future!

[edhellfire]

About your portrayal: I'm sorry but I just ASSUMED you were actually Eddie like..... What?!?! You mean to tell me you're not. It is news to me. <3 you Obi.

PLEASE TELL ME YOUR FAVORITE THINGS ABOUT MY PORTRAYAL/MUSE?

@memxriaxx

*grabby hands*

[demobatmobile]

@memxriaxx​ ;

❛  i don’t know if you can tell that from the… everything about me.  ❜ (need some Mel and Eddie)

“ listen if you’re crazy then so am i,  i literally bit my last date. ”  eddie put down his comic so he could properly look at mel,  he was rarely ever serious,  other than when he had to be.  “ if you and mcmurderson need a night on the town, i can babysit the kid. ”

[childrenofthelab]

✿

(I'm going to be presuming this is for son xD)

send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other .

[childrenofthelab]

@memxriaxx asked: ’ Why are you all wet? ‘ 

Daniel paused in his steps at the question, turning to look at his mother with a tilted head and a tiny grin. It was an expression that had seldom graced the boy's face in his life so far, but now...now that they were free it seemed to come more easily, paired alongside the blonde hair that was starting to grow out, a little untidy, and currently plastered to his head. He glanced back to the door he'd just come in, before looking up at Melanie again.

"It's raining."

An obvious explanation in his mind. He'd seen the rain bouncing off the ground, and he'd wondered what it must be like to run about in it. So he'd done just that, running back and forth and jumping in puddles.

[childrenofthelab]

@memxriaxx

Spinning. Ten's head was spinning.

He'd been tired already, drained from the morning spent in isolation for the night before. Thank you for telling me, Ten, but you know you aren't supposed to leave your bedroom after dinner. Over an hour huddled in the corner of that pitch black room, holding his breath for as long as he could manage just so he didn't have to hear it. And then Papa had wanted to do some more lessons and that was where the afternoon had really taken a turn.

Six and Dr Ellis, lessons in his room, moving the block...then screaming...blood...dead. Blood trickling down from his own nose, the alarms blaring, and then the door had been blown from its hinges, sending Papa crashing to the floor and leaving the boy trembling in the corner, terrified.

But then Peter had appeared. Peter had always been nice, kind, certainly more so than a lot of the other orderlies. He'd coaxed Ten out of the corner, assuring him that it was all going to be alright, that he was going to bring him to someone who would look after him. Ten had followed, half clinging to him, until now they came to a room and he was ushered gently inside.

[childrenofthelab]

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Peek into my muses' memories ! Slip a ⏰to see a memory or a part of my muses' past. (BONUS if you add a topic or someone's name associated with that memory!)

The first time Ten is placed in isolation, he is five years old.

It's barely been a year since he's joined the other older children in the Rainbow Room, and he's still not entirely sure what to think of it. Sometimes the others get noisy and it hurts his ears, and sometimes they knock him over when he tries to reach for a particular toy. He never says anything about it, in truth less than half of the other children have even heard him utter a word. The most he speaks is to Papa.

But even then sometimes the words won't come.

Papa has taken him for special lessons, but today the words lodge in his throat, refusing to come. Papa asks him questions and he tries to speak, but they won't come out, no matter how much he wills them too. He can see Papa's brow furrowing, a thin frown on his lips, and then Papa is crossing to the box by the door, calling for one of the men in white. The man in white comes, and takes him by the shoulder, and begins to guide him down the hallway none too gently. He turns his head confused, craning his neck to look back at Papa as he stands at the end of the hallway, his face blank. He tries to pull away, but the hand on his shoulder is firm.

Before he can do anything more, he's pushed forward a few steps and the world disappears.

Everything is pitch black, and so silent that his own breathing seems horrendously loud. He turns, but there's nothing to see but more blackness. Small hands reach out, finding only smooth wall and nothing else, and the panic builds in him. Turns a little, reaches out again, but again there's nothing but wall. He tries to push at it, hits against it with a weak little fist but it doesn't give. The scream builds in his chest, but just like with his words, it gets stuck at the back of his throat. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

He doesn't know how long he tries to push at the walls, tears streaming down his face, before his legs give way and he curls in a ball on the floor. He twitches; all he can hear is the rasp of his own breathing, the crinkle of fabric as it rubs against itself, the soft thud of tears hitting the vinyl floor. The cold feels like it's trying to seep into his skin but he doesn't notice much.

When the door finally opens and light spills in (it feels like an age, in reality it's been little over an hour and a half), Ten doesn't stir from the ball he's curled himself in, hands clamped over his ears and eyes squeezed shut. Arms wrap around him, lifting him up, and he melts into them, the tears starting afresh as a word finally breaks free from his throat.

"P-Papa?"

A hand rubs his back as he's carried back down the hallway towards his room, and Papa's voice fills his ears even as he trembles, "There, there, Ten, it's alright. That wasn't so difficult, now was it?"

Ten says nothing.