#muse writings

[whatbecomesofprogress]

While keeping a Waverider may be completely impossible within an apartment not much bigger than a full grown one would be. A tank for their similar, much smaller, relatives is something Viktor can fit in his apartment. Still, it is something big enough that he has allowed it to take up nearly an entire wall. It does not need to be that large, but he could not stand to have the bare minimum for the creatures. Housing three within the well cared for tank, rocks and plants sit on dark sand. And in the water three axolotl swim. Moving throughout the tank with simple ease, caring not for any worries of those outside of the tank.  Viktor sits to watch them regularly. Like today. With work spread out in front of him, ink on his fingers, sweet milk beside him, a blanket around his waist while he leans too far forward to look at the books. Eyes wandering up to the tank. Watching the pink creatures float through their tank. Admiring the carelessness of them. Perhaps he should take them up on the offer. The offer of doing nothing. Just for a minute.  Just for a minute.

[codename-freya]

Guilt burrows inside

I survived and they did not

I wish I could change

[thesquiddygirl]

The Spider and the Fly: Chapter One

Hey guys uh.. this is the first chapter of an OC’s story and I really worked hard on it so if you guys have time to read it it would be greatly appreciated thank you qwq

Summary: Due to an arranged marriage set up by her parents, Samantha Archaeid meets the famous actor known as Mark Fischbach. Not much is known about him, and with much reluctance, she does go through with the marriage. Now being his wife, she slowly uncovers the truth on who he used to be and realized she might have made a mistake being his wife...

Here it is if you’re interested UwU

[candideangel]

RIP My Old Friend (My Car)

Well, as of last night my dear friend who has taken me from college, to work, and other places of interest finally kicked the bucket. The axle broke and is unable to be fixed by my dad and is impossible to take to a shop. I had hoped my car would last me until winter came and I was done with school. 

Just so you know, I grew up with it, the car was just as old as I was and despite the frustration it gave me from time to time, I still loved it.

For now, RIP my ‘92 Grand Am. Thank you for all the trips you’ve given me.

[dasacht]

Just a Man

A firey boulder flew overhead as an Iron Horde cannon was sent realing by the force of it's collission. Smoke rised from Bladefury's Command. Dasacht followed Phoenix inward and the terrible Magnaron had been torn asunder by an aerial assault and utter onslaught at the hands of the archmage Modera and a stranger, dressed in red and black, who left after the beast's demise in the form of a raven. It wasn't long before only she stood in their way. Dust kicked up in a small ring in the sand, a top the highest point of the fortress. Azuka meditated there, her terrible blade Sanketsu, drapped over her legs.  She arose at the arrival of the human commander and her pet attack dog, she barked: "Well, well, well. Look, warriors: The human monster and her little savage finally make their appearance. Where are your armies? I expected a grand battle of hundreds, instead all I have are a few dozen against my hundreds! Pathetic!" Phoenix snapped back at her in anger, her blood still hot from her daring raid on Lunarfall: "We got to your putrid hide easy enough, and now I end you for your insulence!" Azuka laughed at the Commander's claim, standing up, she held Sanketsu easily in one arm. A chilled wind blew away much of the smoke strung around the battlefield, many warriros fighting fell silent to watch Dasacht step forward, sword extending from his mechanical arm as he drew his other. He was as he had always been: Her Champion. If Phoenix made a challenge he would fufill it. Always. Both of their faces lost all emotion, they were silent. Dust was strewn past by wind and a drop of sweat falling to the hot brittle ground could be heard. Dasacht remembered Baros Alexander, Jeanine Amrell, every single soldier who's death empowered the damn blade of hers. It had tasted his blood before but never the lifeblood. It hummed in anticipation and the two stepped forward and clashed. The sound of steel striking steel echoed the entire fort, gasps would pass lips as the two acted out a dance of death, one would take a final bow before the end of it. Dasacht was older and had a greater knowledge of war, Azuka had every physical advantage, she was faster, stronger and used the powers of mimicry and invisibilty that blademasters were known for to her advantage. Often Dasacht struck what would've been a deathblow on what turned to thin air only to quickly side stepped a terrible greatsword strike. Azuka called a terrible fire that struck Dasacht down the face, stepping back he felt his flesh sear at the touch and clenched his teeth, refusing to let Azuka get vocal satisfaction to her blow. She disappeared as she struck dust up and into his eyes and Dasacht felt blood form in his mouth as a sharp pain pierced his back and broke through the front of his armour. The crowd let out an audable gasp and Phoenix nearly screamed as the orcs raised their arms in joy "Sanketsu..." He spoke weakly, Azuka laughed as she stepped away from the crumbling warrior, turning to Phoenix. "Now you get to watch him die before I kill-" Dasacht's screams interuppted her boasting as he stood up, pulling the blade from his back he held it aloft as blood gushed from him a miracle his intestines didn't spill out. His skin went pale, dust and blood contrasting his skin. "I...am...not...dead...YET!" Dasacht charged the now disarmed Azuka and sliced at her, taking her arms off with a ferocious yell. The warlord hollared as she fell to her knees and looked up, Sanketsu being forced downward and before it met it's master's flesh she cried. "WARCHIEF! I FAILED YOU!" Sanketsu sank deep into her throat, impaling the Warlord to the ground. Dasacht let go and fell to his knees, leaning backward. "Rule...One..never turn your back to a live foe!" He rolled to his side, the orcs ran in dismay and the cries of joy from the Alliance and Horde assailants fel silent as he did. Concerned murmings as Modera moved from the crowd next to him, calling a portal to Lunarfall half a dozen alliance and horde warriors stepped forward and offered to carry him through, which they did with haste to the medic bay. Unsure if Dasacht would live.

[yantheyandere]

Father...

It's been a week since Mother has died. Sometimes I wonder if she's lonely because Father is not with her. She must be. Because Mother and Father loved each other very much. 

There's literally nothing to do as the school is on break. I sit on the living floor with my Father sitting in his armchair while reading the usual morning papers. My unusual golden eyes flit over to the armchair next to him that belonged to my mother. It hasn't been touched since she has gone. 

I didn't understand. Didn't Father want to be with Mother too? So why do that to her when she couldn't do the same so that they could be together? Well, that would be hard for her now that she is gone and her parts are buried in the backyard. I still remember that day with mild fascination.

Father was over my mother as he drove a knife through her arms with a mad look in his eyes and a tinkling laughter leaving his mouth. Her stomach had been ripped open with the intestines strewn about her like elegant ribbons. The smell was foul and I had the sudden urge to throw up as my eyes watered and brought them curiously up to Father's face.

He looked so happy. If he was happy...this was a joyous occasion right? Because Father loves Mother very much, whatever he was doing was good and right for her right? She wanted him to do this right? My immature mind swam with questions as I finally took a step inside the room so my father could notice my presence. 

"Oh...so you were there huh?" I nodded and he smiled that warm smile at me that made me smile back proudly. "Son, you know I love your mother very much right?" I nodded again with enthusiasm and giggled. "Yes, so that's why...I had to do this. I loved her so much that I--..."

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I don't want to ponder over his words right now but I knew that there was love and affection in his words. All my life Father had always loved Mother very much. Although I don't understand what love feels like I felt like my parent's love was true and passionate. I wonder if I'll be like that one day? 

I crawl over to my father and lay my head on his knees. "Father...do you miss Mother?" He pulls away from the papers, his mouth a straight line before he gave off that grin that made my eyes twinkled.

"Yes....I miss her very much, Yan." He gave off a chuckle before he placed the papers in his lap and cupped my face. "But even though I miss her to death I have you in my life still." The grip on my face tightened in what I guess was affection as he leaned in close so that I could see the gleam in his black orbs. I grinned back and blushed happily at hearing that my father wanted and needed me. 

Father glanced off to the side before something changed in his hard demeanor before he kissed my forehead. "Now can you do me a favor, son?" I blinked before nodding. "I need you to stop by the convenience store to pick up some stuff. Actually a lot of stuff. Take your time and don't rush now."