a killer queen you are

independent and selective oc multi-muse.

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hi friends & welcome to my blog!  i’m zoe — 25+, she/her, low activity, original characters, semi-selective but not mutual exclusive multi-muse, multi-verse, multi-ship. feel free to send me an IM if you’d like to plot or have any questions about my muses. :~)

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hi friends! sorry for disappearing! my muse is being weird but i’m here for a bit for chatting or plotting, while i attempt replies. i hope you’re all doing well <3 

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hi besties, ya girl is feeling poorly after her booster so i’m gonna hide in the darkness for a second but hope all of you are well!!

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Story idea: The most wanted woman in town has announced that she’ll only marry the one who can open her front door with the key around her cat’s neck. Many men try to hunt the cat down, chase and trap it, but to no avail, the cat is simply too quick, smart and clever, and always finds a way to evade and avoid them.

 You are the first one to figure out the obvious: Do not chase the cat. The cat is befriendable. Get the cat to trust you, to genuinely enjoy your company, and you can hang out with the cat. You may eventually be allowed to touch the cat. The cat will freely let you take the key.

 Secondary plot twist: The woman is a shapeshifter. She is the cat.

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shonnetta.

“  what  ?  don’t  be  ridiculous  ,  ”  shonnetta  replied ,  mentally  kicking  herself  for  being  so  transparent.  it  would’ve  been  nice  to  have  received  a  heads - up  ,  but  it  wasn’t  madeline’s  responsibility  to  check  in  with  her  anymore.  the  two  of  them  were  adults  and  they  could  co - exist  peacefully  within  the  same  friend  group  ,  even  if  they  didn’t  talk  anymore.  “  you’re  here  for  jack  ,  same  as  the  rest  of  us.  ”

still  ,  even  as  the  words  moved  past  her  lips  ,  she  wanted  to  melt  into  the  floor  and  disappear.  she  would  always  have  love  for  madeline  ,  and  being  around  her  while  she  was  technically  on  a  date  with  someone  else  just  didn’t  feel  right.  “  i’m  going  to  get  another  drink.  does  anyone  else  want  something  ?  ”  she  offered  ,  cutting  through  the  awkward  silence  with  what  she  hoped  was  a  sufficient  peace  offering.  “  on  me.  ”

a polite smile pulled at her lips and she nodded in response. although it had been a while since madeline saw her last, she still knew shonnetta well enough to know how read her expression. this situation was uncomfortable at best for the both of them and at this very moment, the blonde regrets her decision to come tonight. it was too much, too soon. way too soon. regardless of how much she wanted to see shonnetta, this wasn’t right. she was seeing someone else. someone absolutely gorgeous which was every bit infuriating as it was saddening. “we’re only this young once, right?” she offered with a humourless chuckle. 

“oh no, no— please,” she jumped in, perhaps a little too eagerly, but the thought of being alone with willow without shonnetta present was too much for her to handle. “don’t be silly, i will get the drinks.” she said with a smile as she collected drink orders from their friends and asked shonnetta what she’d like as well, despite already knowing her drink order. it was just easier to pretend. “i will be right back.” without another word, madeline smiled at her friends and made her way over to the bar and ordered the drinks. when the bartender walked away, she let go of the breath she hadn’t realised she was holding. a familiar voice pulled her out of her thoughts and the blonde turned to find jack next to her. after a hug, the pair chatted happily while they wait for their drinks.

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taylan.

he cocked his head. “what do you mean they already think there is something going on between us? how long have they thought that? i always wondered why they treated me like their son-in-law.” he laughed. he had always been close to esther; they had been friends for years, and his friends had always wondered when the two would get together, but he had no idea that her parents were suspicious. “of course, i’m happy to assist you, essie. i mean, i’m not sure how good i’ll be because i’ve never fake dated before, but if they already think something’s going on, it won’t be too bad.” he shook his head and nodded. “okay, so how long have you been seeing ‘your boyfriend’ according to your parents?”

“pretty much ever since you met them,” she chuckled, “but that’s just between us.” although she cared deeply for him, she never understood why her parents were so adamant the pair would end up together or why taylan was supposedly her perfect match. they were friends, good friends — he was someone she could always rely on, no matter what, and she was much too smart to ruin that for any reason. “it will be great, i promise. some light hand-holding, a few pet names, limited pda. we’ve got this.” she smiled, trying to remember the phone call she had with her mother a few weeks back. “a month, so it’s still pretty new and i made her promise that they’d be chill about it so expect a million questions from my parents. i just haven’t figured out the how yet.”

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taylan.

“do you honestly believe i’m the best person to do this fake dating thing with?” he laughed.. “i mean, we’ve known each other for a long time. are your folks really going to believe that after all these years, we’ve decided to start dating?”

“of course. i trust you, they already love you, we don’t hate spending time with each other ... unless one of us is losing. it’s perfect,” she said with a chuckle, “obviously, if you really don’t want to, i’m not going to make you but it’s not like it’s out of the realm of possibility ... you’re cute, i’m cute, and they already think there’s something going on with us,” she paused and her features crinkled in thought, unable to recall if that was supposed to be a secret, “but we should get our story straight.”

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taylan.

a small smile crossed his lips as he looked out the window of the car. “you’re good at this, you know. convincing me to do things that i damn well know are gonna end in disaster.”

she chuckled, her gaze following his before her eyes settled on him again. “oh come on, you can’t possibly know that ... you think it’ll end it disaster but there’s only one way to see if that’s true.”

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ethan.

when she glanced down at his hand, he momentarily panicked that it was the wrong move. he knew handshakes were a little outdated as a greeting, but he figured it was best to air on the side of politeness. “it’s lovely to meet you too violet.” there was something about the other that was familiar to him, but he was choosing to put it down to simply hearing so many stories about her from her grandmother. “a drink sounds great.” he nodded, if nothing else, it’d give him to shut himself up when he felt he was on the verge of rambling too much. though it didn’t take him too long to circle back to the first part of her comment. “you don’t need to thank me though. she’s one of those nice old ladies you don’t worry will start batting at you with their walking sticks. i’d be a pretty crappy person, not to help her out when she needed it.” 

“you might just be surprised at how many crappy people there are in the world,” she chuckled softly, “but seriously, thank you for being so sweet to my lola. your kindness isn’t nothing and i really appreciate it.” despite herself, she was feeling rather charmed by him. it seemed as though he was everything her grandmother had described. maybe tonight wouldn’t drag on and on as she had feared. 

“wonderful,” she said with a nod as she led him to the living room, where her grandmother was watching one of her favourite soap operas. upon seeing ethan, however, she turned off the television and turned towards him, greeting him cheerfully. “please, have a seat,” violet said with a smile, gesturing over to the couches, “and i will bring you a drink.” with a smile, she turned to her grandmother and checked in with her. she nodded at her response and left for the kitchen to gather their drinks. it was no secret that her lola wanted this night to go well and violet more or less expected her to start gossiping about her the instant she left the room. 

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“that’s an easy one, this is hell.” the sweet words contrasting with the look of disdain on her face. why people would willingly spend their time there was beyond her. she could appreciate the view over the water was nice, but that could be enjoyed while you were sitting in a rooftop bar, sipping on a cocktail, dressed in something far nicer than anything people happened to be wearing on the beach. “… did you seriously say ‘vibe killer’ without meaning it ironically? and i am perfectly chill, trust me, you’d know if i wasn’t.” 

“hell?” he repeated, absolutely incredulous at her response. the beach was his happy place, his refuge, the place he’d always come back to, and yet, here she was, calling it hell. patrick isn’t sure how to respond or if her bold and frankly outlandish statement even deserved a response. he bent down so that he was eye level with her and studied her expression and general appearance. “have you been out here for long? have you been hydrating? applying sunscreen? all that good stuff because this— you’re coming off a little ... delirious right now?” he raised a brow and chuckled, shaking his head. “okay, now i know something is wrong with you because i’ve seen chill and this isn’t it.” he stood up straight once again and offered her his hand. “come on, we’re getting you a snow cone.” 

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cassandra.

“okay, it’s fucking freezing out here,” bundling herself in tighter in her jacket, she walked the few paces to her friend and rocked back on her heels. casually to as not give away her staring, she overlooked the woman and a smile rose to her face at the pink cheeks. “seriously, what are you doing out here? everyone’s already inside.” cassandra had come out looking for her when she noticed the woman absent. 

the brunette exhaled slowly and watched the breath leave her in the cold frosty air. there was no real good reason why she was out here when it was absolutely freezing. she should be inside with her friends, laughing, drinking, and catching up on each other’s lives, but being close to cassandra always came with its complications. she just needed a break from it all, where she didn’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing, leaning in a little too close or fighting the urge to kiss one of her best friends. once she heard that all too familiar voice, valentina smiled and looked over at cassandra. “i needed some fresh air and there was this weird guy making eyes at me while hitting on someone else ... made me feel really special so i came out here to humble myself.” 

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ethan.

he’d been invited over for dinner by his elderly neighbour, and he felt he couldn’t quite say no. she was a sweet older woman, and really there were worse things than having to sit through a dinner with her grandchild who she thought could use some better influences. of course it was a little awkward, but he could push through that for one night. when the grandchild finally showed up, he offered them his hand. “hi, i’m ethan. i’m sure it’s lovely to meet you.” 

violet had been hearing nothing but good things about her grandmother’s new friend and each time, she’d smile politely and agree to attend a dinner with him one day, but she never thought it would lead to this — a dinner with all three of them. it was sweet, of course, that her grandmother worried about her and wanted her to be with someone who truly deserved her, but she was rather dubious that her neighbour would be violet’s perfect match. tonight, her only goal was to make it through dinner and when tomorrow came and her grandmother inevitably asked about him, act a little disappointed but not too disappointed that things hadn’t worked out. she glanced down at his hand briefly before meeting his eyes again, reaching forward to shake his hand. “pleasure to meet you, ethan. i’m violet,” she said with a smile, “thank you for coming over and for everything you’ve done for my grandma. would you like a drink?”

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it was meant to be ‘relaxing’, or at least that’s what her friend had told her when she got juliet to agree to go on vacation with her. what she hadn’t been told was that her friend’s idea of relaxation was a beach town. she’d been dragged to the beach, before her friend decided to abandon her to go flirt with someone - leaving her alone, sitting on a beach towel that did nothing to keep the sand away from her. she’d finally found the perfect angle to catch the sun when she felt someone block it. “oh you have got to be kidding.” complaint coming as she moved to push her sunglasses up to look at the other. “would you be so kind as to move the hell out of my sunlight? it’s the only saving grace this place has.” 

there was nothing patrick enjoyed more than a relaxing day on the beach, so it was no surprise to any of his friends that he wanted to spend his day off here, with the waves and the ocean air. it was exactly where he wanted to be. what he didn’t expect to run into, however, was an uptight blonde. he chuckled and looked around in search of who the stranger was speaking to, but when he realised it was him, he looked back down at her. perhaps he shouldn’t have found this behaviour amusing but the contrast between one of the most relaxing places in the world and her harsh attitude was funny to him. “—do you realise where you are? you’re going to need more chill ... otherwise, i’m going to have to get the lifeguards involved. no vibe killers allowed.”

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@goxinsane​ asked:  ❛  it’s  good  to  see  you .  ❜ (to Alexander from Wynonna)

regardless of whether or not she meant to elicit any guilt from him, he could already feel it in the pit of his stomach. this was a conversation he had much too often with friends and family members who, subtly or not too subtly drew attention to the amount of time since they had last seen him. in an attempt to push these feelings aside, he forced a smile onto his lips. it wasn’t fair of him to assume that was her intention. “it’s nice to see you too.” and, it truthfully was ... nice. he often wondered why he always chose work over the people in his life, especially once he left the work bubble, but there was nothing waiting for him there. nobody that needed him. above all else, working was a lot less complex — there was no problem he couldn’t solve at the practice. “can i get you anything? a drink? something to eat?” 

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@goxinsane​ asked:  ❛  i  bet  you  don’t  remember  me .  ❜ (to Charlie from Dionne)

her lips part to speak but purse just as quickly. charlotte had always had problems remembering faces and even struggled with learning names at the best of times. usually, she’d play it off and pretend to remember the person in question as it usually was a patient and engaged in small talk, but as her eyes studied the woman in front of her, she had no recognition or inkling whatsoever. surely this couldn’t be one of her past patients, nor anyone she saw on a semi-regular basis. “i—” she chuckled, feeling rather embarrassed by the comment. “you would be right, i am so sorry. it’s been a long day, but it’s lovely to meet you ... see you again—” 

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baz.

Baz’s gaze followed her hand as it landed on his knee, fighting back a grimace at the squeeze. There was a barely visible twitch in his jaw at her threats, but he was quick to plaster on a megawatt smile instead. “Oh, give it a break, will you? I was a child in those commercials. And as awful as Ghost Train was, it was still a hit in France.” Still embarrassing nonetheless, Sebastian definitely didn’t need either of those things to come back into light. Especially the film, one that he’d only agreed to in the first place because he owed the director. “You might want to think twice about playing the blackmail game,” he murmured, eyes slowly roaming over her features, “your closet isn’t exactly clear of skeletons either, Gen Gen. You know that the internet is just salivating for the next person to cancel, wonder how they’d react if we shed some light onto some of those old bogus sponsorships.” 

“A hit in France,” she muttered underneath her breath. “You are so pretentious it’s suffocating me.” Although the pair had barely been posing for the paparazzi at this farce of a dinner date for fifteen minutes, it felt like hours. If this was a snapshot of her life for the next few months, she surely couldn’t survive it sober or without another distraction. Unfortunately for her, while she’s day dreaming about all of the activities she could be doing and the people she could be seeing at this very moment instead of him, his voice pulled her back into the conversation. “Do not call me that,” she said through gritted teeth and her unwavering smile. “You know exactly what will happen if you do that,” she reached forward, cupping his cheek with her hand, “I will take you down with me. Mutual destruction ... but you’d never let that happen, would you? We both know how much you’re willing to sacrifice for your career. What you’re willing to do, what you’re willing to lose.”