The Muse

Life is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel. [Independent DC Comics Based OC]

[tragcidia]

I am alive I swear—

[tragcidia]

@bothsidesofaquestion​​ // Plotted Starter

“Isn’t it a tragedy? Those damn mutes, shouldn’t be allowed in our spaces.” Melpomene whispered to the nearest member of the crowd behind her mask, a smirk on her face. Easier for someone easily riled to fall for her little hypnotic suggestions and empathetic powers if they were already closed-minded bigots, to begin with. 

With her work done on one part of the large crowd; which was now slowly getting so worked up that she could feel her own heart racing and an irrational surge of irritability flow through her body, the tall woman weaved her way into it further. So much hate had already bubbled to the surface without her own intervention, it wouldn’t take long to turn a protest into a riot.  Not with a few choice words and a little bit more anger and disgust. Veludo hadn’t needed her here, not really. Was it his own way of showing her how easy it’d be to throw her to the dogs? Of how much he ‘protected’ her? Probably. Stunts like this were his favourite thing.

For a moment, she glanced back, looking at the signs, feeling the vitriol as she wiped a few angry tears from her cheek face. Fuck, she’d feel guilty about this in the morning.

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savitrheiress·:

“I wouldn’t tell me what to do if I were you.”

Her lead had got her right to this point and no matter how surprised Selen was to find someone else right where she stood, she firmly believed it had to be for a reason. “Why are you here in the first place? You’re trespassing.” Quite hypocrite of her to say but at least, the badge gave her somewhat more of a reason to be around.

“Go back home.”

“I’m advising you.”

It’s not like she wants to be at the scene of one of an associate of her boss’ more grandiose plans, Veludo’d skin her alive if he even knew she was here. He’d make sure anyone who was here wouldn’t have an easy time. “I don’t own this place, but I know you shouldn’t be here either.” A slight frown accompanies her words, how on earth was she supposed to talk properly without incriminating herself?

“That’s definitely a terrible idea.” 

[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Writing Prompt #721

“You really think I cared about you?”

My face flushed and my heart tumbled out of my chest. I stammered trying to find the words.

“Aww, sweetheart. No one is ever going to actually love you for you. You’re just a piece, a pawn. But, if it’s any consolation, you’re very good in that part.”

[tragcidia]

like for a quick starter!

[diioonysus]

greek mythology | gods & goddesses | Κυρηνη & Απολλων

→ Kyrene was a Thessalian princess. She was a famed huntress who guarded her father’s herd. When she was slaying a lion, Apollo saw her and fell in love, so he carried her off. She would bore a son for him named Aristaeus.

[anotherdamnrpmemeblog]

things that are hard to hear.

**possible triggers - abuse / death / suicidal implications change pronouns as needed for things you’d WANT to hear, click here!!

❝ i don’t want you in my life anymore. ❞

❝ i don’t want to have a relationship with you. ❞

❝ she’s not coming home. ❞

❝ that wasn’t meant for you. ❞

❝ i don’t love you, okay? i never did. i never will. ❞

❝ you’re wasting my time. ❞

❝ you’re wasting your time. ❞

❝ you’re not listening to me! ❞

❝ i feel like i can’t tell you anything. ❞

❝ you’re too late. ❞

❝ you don’t give yourself enough credit. ❞

❝ you don’t give me enough credit. ❞

❝ it’s time for things to change. ❞

❝ you failed me. ❞

❝ fuck you. ❞

❝ i can see right through you. ❞

❝ things are getting bad again. ❞

❝ are things getting bad again? ❞

❝ move on. ❞

❝ that’s on you. that’s your fault. ❞

❝ you’re holding on to things that are holding you back. ❞

❝ you haven’t changed. ❞

❝ i’m not changing my mind. ❞

❝ i’m dying. ❞

❝ you’re good – but you’re not as good as you could be. ❞

❝ it’s always about you. ❞

❝ nobody cares about your problems. ❞

❝ i don’t trust you. ❞

❝ you’re being taken advantage of! ❞

❝ i feel like you’re taking advantage of me. ❞

❝ did you hear what she said about you? ❞

❝ life isn’t fair. suck it up. ❞

❝ i didn’t mean i liked you that way– ❞

❝ maybe it’s better this way. ❞

❝ i wish i’d never met you. ❞

❝ you ruin my happiness. ❞

❝ i think we should see other people. ❞

❝ i’m not ready to settle down. ❞

❝ i want to love someone like you love me. ❞

❝ you can do anything you set your mind to, but you won’t. ❞

❝ stop crying. ❞

❝ don’t come back. ❞

❝ i’m not coming back. ❞

❝ i don’t care enough about you to hate you. ❞

❝ i feel like you’re dragging me down with you. ❞

❝ why don’t you smile anymore? ❞

❝ something happened today. ❞

❝ i don’t want to do this anymore. ❞

❝ stop letting it get to you. ❞

❝ i’m sorry. ❞

❝ i’m not sorry. ❞

❝ you’re not sorry. ❞

[dailyvarundhawan]

[tragcidia]

Dolores ‘Lola’ Lejano, no one knows if that’s her real name and if she knew people were wondering then she’d make an effort not to tell them. She’s not Veludo, she’s not ‘the boss’, but she might as well be, intelligent, smart and more dangerous than any of the superpowered thugs he has in his retinue. Lola has friends in high places.

Loyal as hell until she gets a better offer, she has a soft spot for a few people at the bar, including Bosco and a few bartenders and isn’t Veludo’s biggest fan. But it’s easier to manipulate a guy from the sidelines than face him directly.

[tragcidia]

casual reminder that even though she’s some tall, almost scary henchman to some wannabe kingpin mel is a nerd who plays the harp and cries at the end of the odyssey despite having read it 100 times

[tragcidia]

Consider this a shipping call - hit that heart for me to jump into your dms and talk about potential relationships.

[tragcidia]

“ seen not heard, is what they told me. ”

Birds of Prey Soundtrack || @ryppah

“What they say to any little girl with a bit of spirit, or strict parents.”

That has to be what Cor is talking about, right? Parents treating children like accessories, shipping them off to live with their grandparents and only taking interest when it suited. Or perhaps Melpomene’s projecting again; she can never be quite so sure. There are so many things to uncover about the girl who reminds her so damn strongly of the ocean.

Mel sighs, leaning back for a moment before facing the blonde properly. 

“I hope you made damn well sure you were heard.”

[loisnclark]

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 !

    do   you   want   a   certain   kind   of   ship   with   my   muse  ?   check   out   the   key   below   &   send   me   a   symbol   to   tell   me   what   kind   of   ship   you   want   !     note  :    my   muse   =   blog   owner’s   muse     /     your   muse   =   sender’s   muses

romantic relationships !

💘  friends to lovers ❣️  enemies to lovers 💜  love at first sight 💙  slow burn 💚  skinny love 💔  exes to lovers again 🖤  on again , off again

familial relationships !

🌼  older sibling 🌺  younger sibling 👭  twins 🌻  friends like siblings 🍃  cousins 🌵  parental

friend relationships !

☀️   best friends 🌦   enemies to friends 🌈   friends since childhood  ⛅️  friends of circumstance  ☁️  school friends  🌩  friends from traumatic experiences

enemy relationships !

🔪   friends to enemies 💣   stole something from my muse 🔦   stole something from your muse 🗡   bullied my muse 🔫   bullied your muse ⚔️   family feud 🛠   fueds between mutual friends ❌   guilty by association

[tragcidia]

i almost want to do a shipping call but this girl is a dumbass who constantly worries that she’s accidentally used her powers to make people like her

[supernaturalkitten]

The thing I love about tricksters is that they lose from time to time. Gods and heroes win. Tricksters are just like the rest of us. They win sometimes; the lose sometimes. They screw up every bit as often as people do,only with more style.

Neil Gaiman

talking about Anansi Boys.

(via supernaturalkitten)

[shpixn]

if you start a ship with me i go from 0 to SIGN ME THE FUCK UP in no time flat.

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luthortm·:

Golden eyes peered out from the darkness, too tall to be human. Night is where the Bat can venture from the house without fear of attack. Human eyes are often too confused by shadows to trust that what they’re seeing is real.

“I have no reason to  fear the dark.” Bat’s response came out of the shadows. “I’m keeping others safe from the shadows. Can the same be said of you?”

The mere appearance of this person was enough to make her flinch, she’d seen eyes that looked like warm honey before, practically melted for them. But to call this stranger's eyes unusual might’ve been the understatement of the century. Attempting to stay calm, the taller woman crossed her arms, made sure she was prepared to run if things went awry. 

“A certain type of person doesn’t,” Melpomene responded, attempting to make sure she sounded clear, concise. Not like the nervous wreck she normally was when she didn’t occupy that persona of the Muse. “I’m protecting myself, sometimes that’s enough.”