#trial muse

[whatwedointhemultiverse]

@gothams-black-rabbit

Raya had just arrived in Gotham city, she wasn't doing well in New York city, and she needed a place to hide, to reinvent herself. She was an actress and it wasn't paying the bills, she needed something sturdy, something easy she needed a sign. " Hiring ..." she stepped in the club, she saw poles and stages, she was a good dancer after all, this couldn't be too hard could it ?

[musenssang]

Arianne Martell Starter call

                    What is our heart’s desire? 

         -       Vengence. Justice. Fire &  Blood. 

[wewhoareflawed]

The Greengrass Sisters

@athousandmuses

Astoria was in her fourth year at Hogwarts, she was friendly, but not too friendly, polite and reserved. She found that she was nothing compared to her sister, in her parent's eyes anyway. Daphne was a Slytherin, a Ravenclaw could never measure up to the cunning of a Slytherin. Daphne didn’t mind though, it kept the pressure off of her.

At the Greengrass home, rich vocals could be heard coming from the bathroom, 

“Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Birds singing in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me”

Astoria didn’t realise how loud she was, lost in song as she plaited her hair in the oval mirror.

[cxrpe-nxctum]

@tetigitpermortem​ beep beep (Martin to Eloise)

Dialing the number that was scrawled on his hand, he listened to the dial tone and anxiously awaited for this call to be answered.

This wasn’t to Malcolm, no. Despite what the guards thought, Martin had another person he wanted to get in touch with today: Eloise. He wasn’t sure of her last name, but he had an idea.

During Ainsley’s visit, much to his surprise, he managed to get a few minutes of pleasant conversation out of her. In this time, she had mentioned a girl named Eloise--Ellie for short. At first, Martin would have only assumed that this girl was some sort of friend or coworker, but the look on his daughter’s face told another story. Most of all, she practically ran out of the room when he tried to ask her about it. If his hunch was correct, this ‘Eloise’ could have been a daughter that Jessica had kept a secret.

Only one way to find out...

As he heard a voice on the other end, he smiled. “Hello? Is this Eloise Whitly?”

[empatheticxangel-archive]

✍️ + my paz 👀 i wanna see your attempt w her

Send me ✍️ + a muse, and I’ll try my hand at writing as them || ACCEPTING

God I’m not gonna do this justice and it is not prime Angst time so time to be a little wholesome. Ignore the fact I’m using classic Paz icons this is for her some years after the show still.

Pacifica normally despised going out to public functions like this with her parents, especially Pioneer Day. A day where her and her family basically broadcast to the entire town that they were the descendants of the town’s founder. 

Founder was putting it loosely, ever since Dipper showed her those papers of the cover up and the whole Ghost debacle at the manor she grew more and more upset at how fake her family was. And she was part of this stupid chain. And every year she was still expected to show up in town, dressed up in designer clothing specifically tailored to mirror the clothing of that era and pretend they were still the best things that town had ever laid their eyes on. 

The town didn’t know better, the moment she questioned her parents they didn’t hesitate to yank those papers away and hide them along with all the other incriminating evidence of just how awful the Northwests are. So every year they still held the family up on that pedestal and stroked their egos because what else were they going to do? They were still richer than everyone else there even if they were still mildly less so after Weirdmageddon. 

Still there was still one good thing about the holiday. While her parents were too busy showing off like the fake plastic showponies they were, they didn’t really notice when she wandered off somewhere away from their prying eyes. Every year without fail she made her way to the Dipper and Mabel, the two people that actually cared about her and opened her eyes to the smoke and mirrors her family tried so hard to convince was the truth. 

And here she was doing it again, this time finding them near some stands with food that she personally wouldn’t ever dream of putting in her mouth and gave them a smile as she sat down with them. 

“So like, got room for one more?”

[complures-aspiceres-archived]

Trial Muse; Chuuya

@elegantvoices for Gin

      Grey irises watch the small scale slaughter taking place below the dilapidated house he had perched on. ( A mission given to the Black Lizard faction that he had this itching feeling about and wanted to investigate. ) Attention flicks to the members of his affiliation fighting tooth and nail without the option of an Ability.

      Chuuya kicks off the remains of the building with more force than necessary. Bits of brick and rotting material fall away and resound with a crash as he lands in the perfect spot to block a strike that would have been p a i n f u l if it had been received for the intended target. ( Gin. The near silent assassin. )

      A kick to the attackers head is enough to send him flying into the building hard enough to leave a dent. ( He won’t be getting up to retaliate. )

       “Might want to pay a little more attention to your surroundings. I know you primarily work behind the scenes and all but that wouldn’t have felt all that pleasant.”

[hightechgenius-a]

Starter Call - Trial Muse: Peter Parker

You know the drill, like for a starter (or meme) from Peter.

[thexdarkxheir]

To Tom Sr.: Why'd you abandon your wife and son?

Tom scoffs at the question. “I didn’t abandon my wife and son. I abandoned a crazy tramp who used magic to force my actions. And her brat is hardly my concern, she brought this upon herself with her freakish witchcraft. I never wanted any part of it and I still don’t. I would much rather forget those two years happened at all.”