#ofmuse

[tcrrifiesall]

@ofmuse // starter.

First there was silence and then the shot rang out. And there she was. Standing over his lifeless body. Other reapers would come to collect but she made it so she would be the one. She takes a step forward, kneeling down over him. She lost another person she cared for. Her hand moves, her fingers brushing along his tar stained cheek.

Death felt the wetness along her cheeks. For the first time in centuries.. She mourned someone. The tightness in her chest consuming her as she rocked him back and forth in her arms as she cried. "Higgs.."

She leans back to look at him again. His soul was ready. But she didn't want to let go. She couldn't collect.. No. She refused. Her tears drip from her chin, running along his cheek. "No.. You're not ready.. Not yet.." Her fingers comb through his hair as she leaned closer. Her ruby stained lips pressed to his as she caressed his cheek.

[deficd]

@ofmuse / Ania whispered, "They do not care if you are good, they barely care if you are wicked. The only thing that will make them listen is power."

It's true.

The problem of leadership is inevitably: Who will play God?

There's little else to chisel away in the monoliths of zealotry. The sand will speak; it will whisper. No matter the graze of the grains, no matter the windburn, there are always tongues that waggle and waggle in dangerous devotion.

Lisan

al

Gaib.

Tastes like iron and the way the sun burns through the skin. How can they stand it? How can he?

How can she?

Threads between them are woven in Caladan silk. Long before the rains dissipated into sandstorms, before grass became stone. Ania had always been there, at the apex, within his gravity. Without her, he would be untethered. No terrible purpose withstanding the absence of shadow-into-light. Everything in between.

"I know." Shadows in the back of his throat. "I know."

Paul takes her hand, swallowing a sigh, blue-in-blue sinking further, further, further inside: "They'll listen."

[strebcr-a]

🤓 (for Sanji if you're still accepting)

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[vuulpecula]

"This is Arrakis," Fox observed. Looking out over the ocean of sand before them, blessedly bathed in shadow. The beat of the sun above was endless and stiffling in a way she had never known and she worried he might think less of her if he saw how the white of her clothes clung. Sweat-soaked. Drenched beneath the beads that shifted in the wind. "I confess, Paul, I was excited to meet again, but...these were not the circumstances I was anticipating." She turned to smile at him, retreating a few steps back to the coolness of the building. "You have not been here long, how have you found it? Your father certainly seemed eager when I spoke to him. He sees great things upon this wasteland."

@ofmuse ❤'d for a star trek / star wars / dune starter !

[nightmarefuele]

@ofmuse *

The joint's not as kitschy as the lobby makes it seem. Real road-runoff type of place, and that's even if you're ignoring the omnipresent wet-mulch smell that hits you 'soon as you step inside.

(Inside.)

Whether or not this motel needs a serious overhaul, Dorian won't complain. Meaning can't. Meaning he paid for the room in cash himself and went back out into the rain to pick Lee up by his daze-drunken shoulder and drag his scrawny ass in·side, because holy fucking hell that's a lot of fucking blood.

The door thunks. Dorian flicks a switch; bed, tiny couch, kitchen counter, bathroom door; he grabs a pillow, throws it on the floor. Pushes Lee down on it criss-cross applesauce. Punches a button on the remote—punch-punch, Care Bears comes on—leaves the room.

Returns from the rain with a vending machine bowl of Lucky Charms™, a plastic spoon, and a cartoon of milk. Prepares it on the kitchen counter.

Flicks a glance Lee's way for every ten seconds of rainbow mammal musical.

He plops down, finally, in front of Lee. One spoon, one fork. He holds them up like Which one?

❝You wanna, um ...❞ (Note: he is mostly Australian, and fully unequipped to deal with this. Probably. Maybe.) ❝... talk about it?❞

[bullsh1tterz]

🗣🗣🗣 Lee and Adam crack pls

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ONE.

Adam : We should normalize not loving family members. Lee: You can just say: “I hate my dumb fuck uncle” or whatever. Talk like a normal person!

TWO.

Adam : Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Lee: Literally or figuratively? Adam : I have to specify?

THREE.

Adam is speaking on the phone Adam : Yeah, I'm with Lee. Lee: Im fucking dying- Adam : Yep, they're okay. Lee: I have a knife in my chest! Adam : No, they can't talk right now. They're sleeping, sorry. Lee: IM BLEEDING OUT-

[beastbitten]

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"Hey, um... y... you okay? Lookin' kinda lost over there, jus'... jus' wanted to check up on you, make sure you're doin' alright."

[therapardalis]

[Random Starter for @ofmuse's Leto Atreides.]

Castle Caladan, the Receiving Hall, afternoon ...

"Are you saying," The Governor's wife huffed like a steam train, "that Duke Leto is too busy to greet us himself?"

"Yes, Madam." Thera barely batted lash, and certainly did not break eye contact, "That is precisely what I'm saying." She'd actually put it a little bit differently, that the Duke was 'dealing with other matters', but if the visiting delegates wanted to make a scornful rephrase, she was happy to serve it right back.

Something they were clearly not prepared for, if the gobsmacked stares were anything to go by. Thera held her posture, a mix of military and the poise that had been drilled into her from not very long after she'd started to walk, calmly practicing her art of staring them down without appearing anything but polite.

She cocked a brow, not letting an inch of her dry amusement far enough out to be seen; she didn't particularly enjoy these tasks, but sometimes the expressions were absolute gold. "I can offer you refreshments, if you'd like to wait? Or I could escort you to your rooms?"