The Monster House

{Supernatural OC Multi-Muse bog. All characters are based around the series Supernatural but writer is flexible}

[welcometothemonsterhouse]

Rachel sat back in her chair, a soft huff leaving her lips at the suggestion. "Yeah right, like they'd give a handout." It wasn't that Rachel wasn't friendly with the girls. But if she wasn't there, they got better money. Rachel was not one to brag (too much) but she made good money. And she knew that harboured hate.

She tutted at his statement but couldn't really argue. "What, you wanna come pick me up?" She teased before sighing. "...I'm all ears to more suggestions." She quickly calmed, trying not to piss off her boss while he was trying to help her out. "You know, I love this job. I'm good at it and -" That was really it. "...I don't...wanna loose it over some late shifts."

[tialouwrites]

jealousy was always something adrian tried to stamp out at the club, but it as hardly the easiest thing when you considered how they made their money. "if i wasn't running the place over here, i'd help you out. you know i sometimes drop people home when they need it." adrian sighed. he really did care about his girls, but he couldn't be twenty places at once. "i don't want you to lose it either, sweetheart. we could adjust your hours. you could..visit me every now and again."

[welcometothemonsterhouse]

"I know you do, boss." Rachel kicked her leg out, as if to give him a reassuring tap - if it weren't for his desk in the way. "Thanks for being one of the good ones." She half shrugged, smirking at him.

"Visit you?" She asked as if confused. "You don't see enough of me on your stage?" She teased the older man lightly, leaning over his desk to see if he could see the stage freom where he was sat. "...just about." She remained half laid over his desk, looking at him through her lashes. "I'll buy a drink if you need the excuse to get me up here. What do you think? Or are you suggesting a home visit?" She stood up, assuming her telling off was done and she could make him some decent money as a solid apology.

[welcometothemonsterhouse]

Rachel tutted, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout. "Little ol me?" She asked with a sad expression, but it quickly dropped when he turned the monitor.

Rachel leant forward to inspect the red dots. "I'm sorry Adrian - but I've already told you. I live in the middle of nowhere. Public transport is not a thing. And the guys I live are assholes that love to pick and choose when they help me." Rachel had this little speech prepared. "They charge me an arm and a leg just for a ride or pick up so I can't even move closer to the club yet."

"But it's quiet. It will be for another hour, Adrian. I don't even starting making you real money till midnight." Her regulars always came after midnight, and maybe that was what she asked them to do. But Adrian did not need to know that. "I know I finish at 3 tonight. Why don't I stay till 6?" She counter offered.

[tialouwrites]

"well i'm not able to fix the public transport system for you, sweetheart." adrian sighed. she had valid reasons. but it didn't mean that she could just be late without consequences. even if was quiet, she was still meant to be at work. "have you tried asking some of the other girls here? maybe some also live in the middle of nowhere." he muttered, before he sighed. "you being here longer and later is never a bad thing, but i'm not convinced that will be enough."

[welcometothemonsterhouse]

Rachel sat back in her chair, a soft huff leaving her lips at the suggestion. "Yeah right, like they'd give a handout." It wasn't that Rachel wasn't friendly with the girls. But if she wasn't there, they got better money. Rachel was not one to brag (too much) but she made good money. And she knew that harboured hate.

She tutted at his statement but couldn't really argue. "What, you wanna come pick me up?" She teased before sighing. "...I'm all ears to more suggestions." She quickly calmed, trying not to piss off her boss while he was trying to help her out. "You know, I love this job. I'm good at it and -" That was really it. "...I don't...wanna loose it over some late shifts."

[welcometothemonsterhouse]

Rachel helped herself into the building, heels in one hand and her bag in the other. She headed to put her stuff away, eager to get stuck in - hopefully slip through the cracks.

Unfortunately it would not be so easy.

Rachel sighed slipping her heels on and quickly shoved her things in her locker. She headed up to Adrians office, knocking before helping herself inside. "Hey boss." She welcomed a little warmly, doing as she was told. She closed the door till it clicked shut before settling in the chair.

She crossed one leg over the other, feeling underdressed in the harsh lighting of the office rather then the bar or near the stage.

"Something ailing you, Adrian?"

[tialouwrites]

"you, sweetheart. it always seems to be you lately." adrian looked up at her, turning his computer monitor around. "this is the last two months of your shifts. i'll give you one guess as to what a red dot means." she was good at what she did, but that didn't mean she got out of arriving on time. "what's your excuse today?"

[welcometothemonsterhouse]

Rachel tutted, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout. "Little ol me?" She asked with a sad expression, but it quickly dropped when he turned the monitor.

Rachel leant forward to inspect the red dots. "I'm sorry Adrian - but I've already told you. I live in the middle of nowhere. Public transport is not a thing. And the guys I live are assholes that love to pick and choose when they help me." Rachel had this little speech prepared. "They charge me an arm and a leg just for a ride or pick up so I can't even move closer to the club yet."

"But it's quiet. It will be for another hour, Adrian. I don't even starting making you real money till midnight." Her regulars always came after midnight, and maybe that was what she asked them to do. But Adrian did not need to know that. "I know I finish at 3 tonight. Why don't I stay till 6?" She counter offered.

[tialouwrites]

open to: 21+ anybody who works at his club. specify what position they hold, happy to plot if needed.  nsfw & darker plots welcome. muse: adrian miller → sixty. he/him. strip club owner. big old grump with a soft spot and wandering hands. →  jeffery dean morgan.

the moment your muse arrived at work that evening, they would have been told to head to adrian's office. they were late. being late once, okay. being late twice, less okay. being late multiple times in the past month? adrian was fed up. he'd been waiting in his office, a side eye on the clock. was it really so hard to ask for people to turn up on time? he'd already given warnings but clearly they weren't sticking. his office door finally creaked open and he barely looked up from his computer, gesturing at the empty chair across from his desk. "shut the door behind you."

[welcometothemonsterhouse]

Rachel helped herself into the building, heels in one hand and her bag in the other. She headed to put her stuff away, eager to get stuck in - hopefully slip through the cracks.

Unfortunately it would not be so easy.

Rachel sighed slipping her heels on and quickly shoved her things in her locker. She headed up to Adrians office, knocking before helping herself inside. "Hey boss." She welcomed a little warmly, doing as she was told. She closed the door till it clicked shut before settling in the chair.

She crossed one leg over the other, feeling underdressed in the harsh lighting of the office rather then the bar or near the stage.

"Something ailing you, Adrian?"

[daddysboyys]

Open to: Men who top Plot: Javi and y/m are 6 months to a year or two into a relationship that y/m blackmailed and threatened him into. Kinks: dubcon/noncon highly encouraged but not mandatory. (well, the dubcon kinda is) facefucking, humiliation, idk, kinky shit (but not actual shit.) Wanted connections: Mean men, clients, older men, taboo maybe (ask first)

"We go where you wanna go. We eat where you wanna eat. I wear what you want me to wear. I let your gross friends fuck bare me because you think it's hot. I'm sick of it. I don't get to do anything I want to do."

[welcometothemonsterhouse]

"Oh darling, we do what I want because that's my decision. I thought you liked it when I made the decisions." Sven laid it out very plainly. "I'm surprised, beautiful. When you wanted to sleep with my friends, I didn't know you wanted me to say no." Sven played the innocent man all to eagerly. "You don't want the stress darlin, trust me."

[welcometothemonsterhouse]

"I must say." The man came closer, inspecting the work. The chalk circle. The candles. "This is very cute." He hummed, facing back to her. "You've done your research. Like a good wine I'm sure I can figure the origins...hm..." He rubbed his chin, looking over it again before snapping his fingers, pointing at the other. "The Black Book? 1695? Come on - I must be close, right?"

[smthscoming]

she can only gape for a moment, taking in his appearance. he only looks like a man dressed in oddly opulent clothing, but inaaya is certain that if she takes a proper look, she'll find textile manufacturing techniques that haven't been in vogue for at least the last two centuries. "close," she manages to echo before finding her own words, "the third revision completed by his apprentice, forty years after." it's hard to see him in the flickering candlelight, but something in her doesn't wish to get too close. "you heard my summons?"

[welcometothemonsterhouse]

He hissed through his teeth. "My tastes are not so refined these days it would seem." He mused with a smirk, returning a gaze to her work. When the next question came, he turned back to her, smirk still evident on his lips. "I answered the call." He expressed before glancing around. "And it looks like no one else has came. What is it you...require? Child."

[smthscoming]

open to: f / m / nb muse: inaaya yousry (she/her), anthropological researcher who got cursed after digging up the wrong site plot: she is trying to summon and bind a demon to help remove her curse. your muse is either answering her call or trying to stop her.

the chalk circle is complete, the candles are lit. inaaya takes a step back, careful to keep from smudging her good work— then footsteps sound behind her and she whirls around, peering through the darkness at the newcomer. "hello?"

[welcometothemonsterhouse]

"I must say." The man came closer, inspecting the work. The chalk circle. The candles. "This is very cute." He hummed, facing back to her. "You've done your research. Like a good wine I'm sure I can figure the origins...hm..." He rubbed his chin, looking over it again before snapping his fingers, pointing at the other. "The Black Book? 1695? Come on - I must be close, right?"

[perotovar]

PEDRO PASCAL as PERO TOVAR The Great Wall (2016) dir. Yimou Zhang

[welcometothemonsterhouse]

"Hm. The wounds still sore, I see." He remarked as the other wished to be kept from the name 'father'. He rose a brow at the correction. "I thought he your birth parent?" Sven thought for a moment. It made more sense why someone would sell their son so readily.

He listened to the boy, smirking then chuckling at the questions. "Quite the exciting life you think you will lead under my wing, no?" He teased before continuing. "No. You are too small to eat." He teased. "Is that your wish? To serve my private armies? My private guard? Me?" He asked before continuing. "My advice? Do not put such ideas into the head of your enemies. It is much better to say nothing about the state or condition you find yourself in. They know what bothers you."

[pxnkrps]

"You can see, can you?" He sighed. "No. He married my mother when my father passed away and drove her to sickness, leaving me in his possession alone. At least that's how he saw me."

"I see the logic in your advice, but without ever sharing my fears before, I was still groped and grabbed and traded like a warm blanket among lords and ambassadors and powerful people alike. I have very little fear for men in power anymore. There is little they or you could do to me that could truly surprise me."

[welcometothemonsterhouse]

"I am very sorry to hear." Sven gave his sincere apology at the ordeal the other had lived. "The man who sired me was very familiar. I am told he was foaming at the mouth with anger when my mother fell with child. She had nowhere to go. No one to turn to. She struggled for nine years, raising me and loving me in a way only she could...she told me the truth of my father. Who he was. The man he claimed to be. I took our donkey and the sheep sheers, rode for three days to his home. And I killed all the men I could find." He concluded, as if it were a happy story. "If i supply the sheers, whose neck will you drive them into first?" He asked the other, smirking all the while.

"Fear." He hummed. "We have many things alike it seems. We both share hatred for the men in our lives. And we both lack a certain survival reaction...fear." He hummed, observing the other with his black eyes. "I think when you come to trust me, we will have many things to share."

[welcometothemonsterhouse]

Sven hummed gently when the other began to explain. "Sounds truly horrifying." He did not correct the boy. For there was no need. He was - afterall - a monsterous murderer, a butcher. What is the difference to throw a liar on there as well?

He found the boys secret interesting though. Do not find myself afraid of you. "I can imagine." He offered no sympathy, but understanding. "Most fathers are the first monsters a child can face alone, I see no reason why you would be the exception to the rule." Sven crossed a leg over the other as eh sank into his seat. "If your father thought me a monster, perhaps he was hoping I would eat you."

[pxnkrps]

Seeing him not dispute anything had Eden rolling his eyes. Of course, he just went from jail to the pit of a monster's domain. He weighed in his mind whether that was a step up or down. Only time would tell.

"Since he is not here. Please do not refer to him as my father as he neither earned that title or bore any effort in my rearing. He simply swooped in and stole the title from my late father. "My father wants your help when he chooses to make moves for power that need your strength and prowess. I am a bartering chip. He likely wants you to do whatever you please with me. Whatever that might be." He took a pivoting step and looked at Sven again. "What is it you want with me? Am I to march to the kitchens and become a meal? Do you wish to continue my sentence and loan me out to rancid-smelling men for touches and tastes? What is my purpose for you?"

[welcometothemonsterhouse]

"Hm. The wounds still sore, I see." He remarked as the other wished to be kept from the name 'father'. He rose a brow at the correction. "I thought he your birth parent?" Sven thought for a moment. It made more sense why someone would sell their son so readily.

He listened to the boy, smirking then chuckling at the questions. "Quite the exciting life you think you will lead under my wing, no?" He teased before continuing. "No. You are too small to eat." He teased. "Is that your wish? To serve my private armies? My private guard? Me?" He asked before continuing. "My advice? Do not put such ideas into the head of your enemies. It is much better to say nothing about the state or condition you find yourself in. They know what bothers you."

[welcometothemonsterhouse]

Sven hummed, watching the other with a small smirk when he rewarded him with a look finally. "They call me a monster now, do they?" He purred. Monster. What a strange name for a witch. Sven saw himself no differe to that of a King, ruler or lawmaker. He set the rules. He gave people every chance and opportunity to not suffer under his hand...it is not his fault that they cannot listen. "I am curious of the...violent and monstrous things I have so apparently done. If you would so kindly share?" Sven asked of the other.

[pxnkrps]

"Yes. A monster...A warlord...a wicked creature of the abyss." He was awfully resolute in his tone, not shaking. Not afraid as much as his words seemed to pretend.

"They say you are violent, a butcher of men and women and children alike...that you wage wars and destroy those in your path...sacrifices and the like." He looked around him and then back to Sven. "I...if I may speak freely...do not find myself afraid of you. My father was far and beyond more horrid than any tales that have been told of you."

[welcometothemonsterhouse]

Sven hummed gently when the other began to explain. "Sounds truly horrifying." He did not correct the boy. For there was no need. He was - afterall - a monsterous murderer, a butcher. What is the difference to throw a liar on there as well?

He found the boys secret interesting though. Do not find myself afraid of you. "I can imagine." He offered no sympathy, but understanding. "Most fathers are the first monsters a child can face alone, I see no reason why you would be the exception to the rule." Sven crossed a leg over the other as eh sank into his seat. "If your father thought me a monster, perhaps he was hoping I would eat you."

[pxnkrps]

open - eden - His 'Father' sold him to a warlord for his armies to back him

"I do not look at you because I have been told how violent and monstrous you are. I have not been freed, I have been exchanged from one monster to another..." He then finally looked at his new owner husband, "Am I wrong?"

[welcometothemonsterhouse]

Sven hummed, watching the other with a small smirk when he rewarded him with a look finally. "They call me a monster now, do they?" He purred. Monster. What a strange name for a witch. Sven saw himself no differe to that of a King, ruler or lawmaker. He set the rules. He gave people every chance and opportunity to not suffer under his hand...it is not his fault that they cannot listen. "I am curious of the...violent and monstrous things I have so apparently done. If you would so kindly share?" Sven asked of the other.

[cinematv]

CHARLIE HUNNAM in THE GENTLEMEN (2020)

[hyprmemes]

gentleness action prompts edit/interpret sender/receiver roles as you see fit

breathe - muse a holds muse b closely to help them wind down after a stressful day/event

stop - muse a holds muse b back from walking back out into the fray

melt - muse a holds muse b’s face gently, drawing circles into their cheeks with their thumbs

acceptance - muse a kisses muse b’s forehead and lingers

redemption - muse a holds muse b’s face together and rests their forehead against them

home - muse a pulls muse b closer until muse b’s face rests in the crook of muse a’s neck

finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm

classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary

honesty - muse a wipes muse b’s tears away from under their eyes

recovery - muse a rubs muse b’s back repeatedly to help work tension out their body

anxiety - muse a intertwines their fingers with muse b’s to ground themself

repose - muse a languidly slips into muse b’s arms while muse b is lying somewhere

subtlety - muse a gently brushes their hand over folds and wrinkles on muse b’s clothing

intimacy - muse a braids/brushes/works knots out of muse b’s hair

domesticity - muse a rests chin on muse b’s shoulder to read/see what they’re holding

second-nature - muse a runs their hand through muse b’s hair who’s leaning into them from behind

casual - muse a slinks their arms around muse b’s to sit closer

wounded - muse a sways muse b and themself back and forth as a soothing mechanism

care-taking - muse a rubs muse b’s arms repeatedly to get some warm into them

excuses - muse a brushes their thumb lightly against muse b’s rub some dirt/dust/etc away

courting - muse a rests one hand on muse b’s back and holds out the other for muse b to hold to help them climb up/down something

simplicity - muse a playfully runs their finger along the bridge of muse b’s nose in one swift motion

[casanovawrites]

the walking dead ↳ season 11c sentence prompts 

❝ they don’t have any proof… yet. ❞

❝ stocked with supplies, like you asked. ❞

❝ i need you today. ❞

❝ i’ve heard a lot of stories about when the world fell. there were more dead than the living, and it started to look like the world would go cold. ❞

❝ some people survived by connecting with each other. others gave in to the darkness. ❞

❝ shit is upside down around here. ❞

❝ hope is running low, and the longer we’re out here having these debates, the more our families back home are at risk. ❞

❝ this could get ugly. we need to be ready to help these people if it goes sideways. ❞

❝ right now, we got to play the quiet game. ❞

❝ from the beginning, you’ve seen this place for what it is. ❞

❝ you’ve never stood for bullshit. it’s one of your better qualities. ❞

❝ we’ve made it through a lot by knowing when is good to go.  ❞

❝ you’re so stubborn. ❞

❝ not one of my better qualities, but you never seemed to mind. ❞

❝ i told you i shouldn’t have come here. ❞

❝ well, i’m here to save your asses. ❞

❝ it’s hard to trust when anyone can go at any time. but the people who die and the people who go aren’t lost forever. ❞

❝ remembering their voices is how we keep them alive. ❞

❝ you never seemed to have a problem with how i got the job done before. ❞

❝ whatever game you’re playing, i’m very much in it. ❞

❝ i never thanked you for saving me. ❞

❝ what about everyone else here? shouldn’t we stay and help them? ❞

❝ you’d rather run away than stay and fight. ❞

❝ my place is here. ❞

❝ you gave me a second chance to do a whole lot more, so that’s what i’m gonna do. ❞

❝ i’m fairly familiar with guilt’s burden. ❞

❝ i got used to feeling like maybe everything would always be the same. ❞

❝ after all this, why shouldn’t we try for something better? thinking like that actually makes me feel good. maybe we could actually change things. ❞

❝ i want us to be safe. ❞

❝ you just wanted to be alone. i get it. i used to have a spot like this when i wanted to hide and not go home. ❞

❝ i don’t mind being alone. sometimes i like it better, gives you time to think. figure things out, i guess. ❞

❝ i don’t know what i’m doing, but i’m trying really hard. ❞

❝ i wish things were like how you want them to be. that’s the way they should be, but they aren’t. ❞

❝ sometimes i wonder if it takes more courage to live or die. ❞

❝ who we are now, the choices we make now, maybe that’s all that matters. ❞

❝ so you don’t know me, i don’t know you, we’re just… we’re strangers, huh? ❞

❝ can you walk? are you okay? ❞

❝ you sure you don’t want to get some rest? ❞

❝ i used to be married once. well, not legally, but yeah. i guess i don’t really talk about it much anymore. ❞

❝ when we met, there was just this instant connection. ❞

❝ loss is inevitable. it always has been. the only thing we can control is when we say yes. ❞

❝ i’m a liability. always have been. relying on others to survive, counting on their courage due to a dearth of my own. ❞

❝ do you think people are born brave or become it? ❞

❝ i took a gamble, and yes, it didn’t go the way i thought. ❞

❝ i don’t want you to leave. ❞

❝ it’s all such a shit show. ❞

❝ fuck that thinking. it could be better too. it should be. ❞

❝ right now, i’m the biggest threat you have. ❞

❝ there isn’t some kind of ‘justice’ waiting around the corner. ❞

❝ sunlight is supposed to be the best disinfectant, right? ❞

❝ what choice do you have? ❞

❝ it’s not acceptance. it’s survival. ❞

❝ there’s always a path. always a way out. ❞

❝ i’ll show you. you don’t trust me, i get it, but i know a way. ❞

❝ it’s okay. i made my choices and my bed. now i must lie in it. ❞

❝ until i find my people, there is no ‘after.’ ❞

❝ what about the kids? are you really going to deny them their only chance for the kind of life we took for granted? ❞

❝ doesn’t the next generation deserve better than the one before? otherwise, what’s the point?❞

❝ sorry, the lights went out. i thought you were right behind me. ❞

❝ that’s all you’re going to get. a chance. it’s more than you deserve. ❞

❝ i won’t make it out there. ❞

❝ you wanna die quick, or you wanna die screaming? ❞

❝ we’re gonna take back our home and make it right. ❞

❝ are you with me? ❞

❝ i’m with you. ❞ 

❝ i thought i recognized your footsteps. ❞

❝ you know me a little too well. ❞

❝ didn’t we already say goodbye? ❞

❝ this is your redemption. this is your salvation. ❞

❝ i don’t think i can do that - sit tight. ❞

❝ fear can make us do things that bring shame. could also push us into the light. ❞

❝ it was the worst day of my life. ❞

❝ we’re good. we made it. ❞

❝ came to convince you to do the right thing. ❞

❝ sometimes i think it wasn’t even fair to bring my kid into this world. was i being selfish? ❞

❝ you will always try to make the world better for your kid(s), because of them and for them. that’s hope. ❞

❝ this world is broken, but we don’t have to be. ❞

❝ we have to put our shit aside and work together. ❞

❝ this family, my family, would do anything to protect each other. ❞

❝ you’re thinking about what’s after. it’s a good thing. maybe we could all do a little more of that. ❞

❝ society threw you away. you were desperate and mad. i’ve been there. ❞

❝ i shouldn’t have hurt people. shouldn’t have done a lot of things. ❞

❝ i’m not even supposed to be here. the dead came for me, and yet i smile. war came from me, and yet i smile.❞

❝ yet i smile. i try to, anyway. i try. ❞

❝ i don’t want to live out whatever days i got left in bitterness. you know? ❞

❝ you know it happened to me. i made it all right, yeah? ❞

❝ we’re gonna get you through this. ❞

❝ don’t sweat it. you’ve lost enough. ❞

❝ i’m here, i’m here. ❞

❝ we could do more. ❞

❝ you know, people die. cities fall. things just don’t work out. people tell me they do, but they don’t. ❞

❝ i haven’t given up hope. ❞

❝ people are dying. i can’t just stand by. ❞

❝ i want you to pull your shit together, okay? because i’m still right here, and you’re gonna be fine. ❞

❝ i’m fine, like you promised. ❞

❝ i’ll never love anyone like that again. ❞

❝ i can stop wondering if i can ever forgive you, ‘cause i know now… i can’t. ❞

❝ i don’t want to hate you anymore. i don’t want to hurt like that. ❞

❝ i wouldn’t be the person i am today if i hadn’t met you. ❞

❝ i never thought we’d get back to any of this. i had hope, but we’re all very lucky. ❞

❝ it’s not luck. it’s effort. we have a lot to be proud of. ❞

❝ it’s not like we’re never gonna see each other again. ❞

❝ i’m allowed to be a little sad. ❞

❝ you’re my best friend. ❞

❝ you deserve a happy ending, too. ❞

❝ i think about the dead all the time. and about the living, who i lost. ❞

❝ we get to start over. we’re the ones who live. ❞

[gazeside]

𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂

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[rpmemequeen]

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship