#multimutantmuse

[themagnetprotectingstarksheart]

Beauty, Freedom, Truth, And Love || Moulin Rouge AU || @multimutantmuse

@multimutantmuse

For Alumina, the Moulin Rouge was her home. Anthony Stark had taken her in as a teenager and raised her to be his star courtesan. He trained her in all the ways to please and tease a man, bringing her to the highest of highs in the Moulin Rouge. She was worshipped and praised like a goddess, but she was desperate for more. She wanted to be an actress and see the world, not just the four walls of her own bedroom when she was underneath a paying customer. 

This night, she assumed, was just like any other. She was preparing for her performance when Anthony came into her room and explained that a man called “The Duke” was planning on coming to the show. He was filthy rich and, if she managed to snare his attention, he would fund them and turn the Moulin Rouge into a theater. And then, she could follow her dream of being a real actress.

Alumina sat on her swing above the club when the show started and waited for her cue, smiling gently as she was lowered from the ceiling, The lights dimmed and her hair glowed brightly as she began to sing, unaware that a handsome man that was dragged there by her coworker was staring up at her.

“The French are glad to die for love. They delight in fighting duels. But I prefer a man who lives... and gives expensive jewels!”

[strategygained]

SMS: SPHYNX ( VICTORIA ), OR: CAT WHO IS NOT HANK.

📲 → I believe it is an old saying

📲 → right?

📲 → and people talk

📲 → i’m sure it’s not positive talk

📲 → but that’s fine as long as they aren’t dragging anyone else into this

@multimutantmuse

[goofwithmuses]

@multimutantmuse​

               "DOOOOORK!!" shouted a group of bullies who were skating away. On the ground laid a hockey stick which had been broken in half. As he crouched down, the brown-haired male laid his hands on the split wood. "CURSE YOU! You pathetic mortals. You'll pay!" the boy barked back he turned away to wiped his tears. Sure. He could buy another hockey stick. However, to his mind, that piece of wood was special to him. He believes that it was forged inside of the Netherworld itself.

[themagnetprotectingstarksheart]

@multimutantmuse

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.... please be negative, please be negative...” Alumina muttered as she stared at the hologram in front of her. Her energy had been way off as of late and she didn’t understand why, that is until she skipped her period. Currently she was waiting on JARVIS’s analysis of her blood and her body scan to come back and tell her if her suspicions were correct.

And unfortunately, when the tests came back positive, Alumina felt sick to her stomach.

“GodDAMMIT!” She muttered bitterly, realizing she was pregnant with Isaak’s baby. Not only was she worried about Isaak finding out, but she was also worried about his abilities transferring to the baby and inadvertently turning her into a radioactive bomb. This news already made her a bit jumpy, so when she heard Isaak knock on her door, she let out a small scream.

“OH FUCK! Jesus christ, what?” She shouted in response.

[23timesaweapon]

Lydia @multimutantmuse “All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

@multimutantmuse

“What kind of bad words?”

[23timesaweapon]

@multimutantmuse

Laura stared at her newest sister across the table without making it obvious that she was staring. Laura didn’t even know how to talk to regular strangers! She poked at the pizza on her plate. “So uh... How many claws do you have? Six? It’s probably six...”

[itsmagnetsbabey]

we decided to hide all the best parts of the pitch of the dark

@multimutantmuse

"you're in my light." a tall guy standing beside the lake waves a hand to dismiss the isaak out of his way. there's an edge of german to the words, but he's mostly got rid of the accent. they're in white plains, the city near westchester, at a remote park unoccupied by many others; likely the reason why they'd both sought it out to begin with. the early morning air is brisk, but the man isn't wearing a jacket. he's got a black T-shirt on, exposing a few tattoos on his arms, and stonewashed jeans that are a bit too long, frayed ends flopping over the edges of white sneakers. his beard is well-trimmed, showing hints of gray, but he still has a full head of thick curly hair.

[brightengale]

“Is this your wallet?” @multimutantmuse from Viola pls

@multimutantmuse

Alison turned to glance at the woman who’d spoken right behind her after hopping on the subway car, instinctively patting her purse. Ali registered the wallet in the woman’s hand looked exactly like her own but still she double checked her purse further by peering inside, only to find that yes indeed her own was missing. “Yes! Thank you! Don’t know how it popped out. Thanks.”