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cian and sorcha rivera. indie, multiverse, fandomless multimuse. two sides to every story, equal and opposite reactions. written by tass, 25+, us central time. selective, friendly, distractable.

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#{;you're the moon and i'm the tide ~ alex && cian}#this is so cute i'm gonna die oh my god

mmmmm it's been a minute since I had The Brainrot about something, this is fun

#{&honey life is just a classroom ~ school spirits}#{first things first i'm the weirdest ~ ooc}

i think the riveras' s.chool s.pirits verse potential has me the most feral so maybe I work on that now that i'm not just asleep on the guest bed. yeah?

#{first things first i'm the weirdest ~ ooc}#{&honey life is just a classroom ~ school spirits}

consider: a plot wherein sorcha's relationship with a younger man goes south and she then (intentionally or not) ends up with his father.

#{wishlist}#{argumentative antithetical dream girl ~ sorcha}#did I already spend the majority of a 4 hour car ride hashing a version of this out?#maybe #don't worry about it

rpmemes-galore

Send me “ mirror mirror “ to get a glimpse of my muse after they’ve turned to the dark side…

#{memes}#deeply funny to me on the one hand tbh

musicallyiinclined

Closing the door behind them, Alex crossed her arms over her chest as she spun to face her guest. She could see the family resemblance between the woman and Cian, the dark eyes and something about the shape of their mouths... "Danger?" That one word had drawn her out of her thoughts, the floor falling out from beneath her. "Why would he be in danger? Who are you?"

thesamecoiin

That was not a question to be answered lightly.

Sorcha took a steadying breath, weighing her options as quickly as possible. From the reaction she was getting, Cian had clearly not told this woman anything about Sorcha herself or what the rest of the family did.

"As I said," Sorcha answered after only a beat or two had gone by, "My name is Sorcha, and I'm Cian's sister. I... I hold enough power to have made some enemies, and I think one of them may be using Cian to get to me."

#musicallyiinclined #{argumentative antithetical dream girl ~ sorcha}#{pick up a pen start writing ~ threads}

thesamecoiin

@musicallyiinclined (but if you're shipping with Cian at all... also you.)

Sorcha Rivera was not an easy woman to rattle.

However, on this day...

Those who knew her would know that she was not herself, but thankfully the person on the other side of the door would not know her that well.

When the door opened, she smiled tensely. "My name is Sorcha, Cian is my brother, and I need to speak with you."

musicallyiinclined

Alex frowned in confusion at the knock on the door, trying to recall if she was expecting anyone. She wasn't, but that didn't stop her from answering anyway. The woman on her doorstep was a stranger, but as soon as she spoke all the color drained from Alex's face and she immediately stepped back to admit her. "Have you heard from him today? I've been texting but he hasn't even been reading them, and I'm starting to get worried..."

thesamecoiin

That was exactly what she didn't want to hear, and her heart sank.

She stepped in as allowed, collecting her thoughts before she faced the woman before her. "I'd hoped he'd been in touch with you," she said. "I'm afraid he's in danger, and it's my fault."

#{argumentative antithetical dream girl ~ sorcha}#{pick up a pen start writing ~ threads}

@musicallyiinclined (but if you're shipping with Cian at all... also you.)

Sorcha Rivera was not an easy woman to rattle.

However, on this day...

Those who knew her would know that she was not herself, but thankfully the person on the other side of the door would not know her that well.

When the door opened, she smiled tensely. "My name is Sorcha, Cian is my brother, and I need to speak with you."

#musicallyiinclined #{argumentative antithetical dream girl ~ sorcha}#{pick up a pen start writing ~ threads}

rpmemes-galore

Send me “ mirror mirror “ to get a glimpse of my muse after they’ve turned to the dark side…

#{memes}#hoooooooo boy #bring it

petaltexturedskies

Louise Glück, from Vita Nova: “The Burning Heart”

musicallyiinclined

@thesamecoiin

#SCREECHES #GIRL!!! IM NOT SANE OVER THIS

lily-musings

But when someone's gone and you're the primary keeper of the memory— letting go would be a kind of murder, wouldn't it?

#{just too soft for all of it ~ cian ; mentality}#{;love don't die easy ~ alia && cian}

rainystarters

⭒˚｡🖁‧₊˚ 〖 down these mean streets . . . 〗 a collection of scene prompts inspired by n͟e͟o͟-n͟o͟i͟r͟, v͟i͟o͟l͟e͟n͟c͟e͟, c͟o͟n͟t͟r͟o͟l͟, e͟t͟c͟. some prompts usfw. add +reversed for the receiving muse to be "the sender" instead. adjust details as necessary.

dead end. there's nowhere left to run; the sender has cornered you at last. anonymous. disguising your voice, you call the sender to threaten/warn them. loose ends. you thought you killed them! but there's the sender, walking your way. ashtray. your cigarette smokes as you extinguish it on the sender's skin. deck. you lick the sender's blood from your knuckles, still stinging from the punch. backstab. end of the road, pal—you reveal you're double-crossing the sender. blunt. hidden in the shadows, you press your gun to the sender's back.

heel. you stare at the sender from across the room and beckon them to you. fix. not looking like that—disapproving, you fix the sender's appearance. tilt. you take the sender's chin in your hand and make them meet your gaze. staccato. irritated, the sender drums their fingers against you beneath the table. listen. the sender disobeys and you swat their curious hand away. fasten. just something i picked up—you clasp a necklace/tie/etc. on the sender. quiet. you press a finger to the sender's lips and tell them to be patient.

#{memes}#ohohohohohoho #i love it

rpmemes-galore

q’s for muses who had a… r o u g h childhood

( tw’s for trauma, child abuse, child neglect, and violence toward children )

does your muse blame themselves for their trauma?

does your muse suffer with nightmares of their trauma?

what triggers does your muse have from their childhood?

who in their life was most responsible for your muse’s trauma?

has your muse ever been officially diagnosed with ptsd, c-ptsd?

what was the worst / most traumatic moment in their childhood?

how old was your muse when they realized they had childhood trauma?

how does your muse react to being triggered? ( disassociates, becomes angry, etc. )

what coping methods ( healthy or unhealthy ) did your muse learn during their childhood?

does your muse want their abuser(s) to face consequences? Or would they rather forget any of it happened?

was there anyone who was a shining light for your muse? Ie. was there any adult who they could genuinely rely on / trust?

#{memes}

lcfthaunted

Her hands are shaking. Why don’t more women’s clothes come with pockets? She should pretend she’s gotten a chill, steal her date’s jacket. That might help, and might excuse her shaking hands a bit, too. Oh, please, oh, no, no, no… She clings tightly to her clutch, hoping to hide the shaking. She tries to ignore his approach.

“Mazie? Mazie… Stengaard, right?”

A litany of swears echo in her head as she turns and offers a tight smile. “It’s been a while… Bradley?”

“Bradley Scott,” he confirms. “University, right?”

Her stomach curdles. “Right.” Where was her date when she needed him…

“I’ve never seen you at one of these before,” Bradley continues. “What are you up to now?” Without waiting for her answer, he continues, “Got up to some wild fun in uni, though, I remember that.”

Of course you do. “I don’t do that anymore,” she says firmly. “I’m… a business owner, now. No time for wild fun.”

“Oh, there’s always time,” he says, sliding closer. She takes a half step back instinctively, curses herself for it. “Especially when you make your own rules.”

Just being around him makes her crave something stronger than the cheap champagne being served. Like vodka. Or morphine. She tosses a glance around for her date, hoping she doesn’t look as desperate for rescue as she feels. No dice. She looks back to Bradley. “Still in the early stages, you know, have to make sure everything’s going as it should be. Want it done right, and all that.” She feels tense enough to snap.

He laughs. “You never struck me as the responsible type, Mazie.”

“Some of us grew up after uni, Bradley,” she spits back.

His chuckles die, but the smile remains. “Maybe so.”

thesamecoiin

She can see the tension radiating off the other woman from clear across the room, through the assorted conversations grouped throughout. Immediately she can feel it in the innate sense she's had no choice but to cultivate as a woman - something is definitely wrong.

Extricating herself from the conversation at hand is a simple matter. All it takes is a light laugh and some gentle banter, and her partners have absolutely no idea she's fully ditched them as she walks away.

She doesn't approach directly. Keeping her awareness centered on the interaction, she circles around, moving through the crowd like a ghost. The agitation in the other woman hasn't eased by the time she's close enough to hear the conversation.

The content doesn't matter, and all she really pays attention to is the tones of the two voices. It's enough to justify stepping in.

"Oh my god, it is you!" she says, brightening up in the moments before she inserts herself into the conversation. "What are the odds I'd see you here?"

She casts a glance at the man next to her, feigns an expression of playful apology. "You don't mind if I steal her, do you? It's been so long, I'm just dying to catch up!"

#lcfthaunted #{argumentative antithetical dream girl ~ sorcha}#{pick up a pen start writing ~ threads}