Enigma of Your Writing Pleasure

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[your-writing-enigma]

Welcome Welcome Welcome ~ 27 - She/Her Multi-muse Writer. I'm Enigma, I'm an enigma of your writing pleasure be it mine or yours. Roleplaying for me is a fun hobby. I've Been doing it for close to 15 years. This is a Multi-muse blog. More will be added in the Future. | Intro&Rules | Plots | Samples |

[ilikec47s]

Fallout Companions cast as Classic Hollywood Stars

[your-writing-enigma]

Joey ran his hand over his much slowly as he listened to Lock lash out at him. He had every right to they had been through it all. He knew what he promised knew he was to watch after Izzy while he was off in the trenches. " Only one wrecking his home is you at this point...not a single worry for your wife tsk" He said looking at Lock with disbelief shaking his head. "That Island town case, I know you most likely brushed it away because it smelled of dead fish but you gotta take it Lock." He looked at the palm of his hand and shook his head his disbelief he let Izzy take it not that he ever could have told her no.

[havok20]

Those were fighting words, and Lock would have none of it. He was coping, or trying to. He bolted upright and slammed his forearm into Joey's collar pushing him against a china cabinet. The dishes inside rattling. Lock had a hard grip on Joey's shirt and his 1911 was in the other hand, the barrel pointed at whatever organ the vet could think of that would result in non-lethal injury. "You don't get to talk about Izzy, you don't get to grandstand over me like you're better than me. You don't know what I'm worrying about, and you don't know what I'm thinking about, but I'll clue you in just this once. I'm thinking about sending the man I used to call my brother to the hospital was a gaping hole caused by a forty-five round being blown through his appendix if he mentions my wife one more time. Capiche?" He growled, his voice full of venom as he released Joey's shirt and stepped away, turning his back on him. He dropped the magazine into his palm and pocketed it. He pulled the slide on his sidearm ejecting the chambered cartridge, catching it midair and stuffing that into his other pocket before he set the unloaded pistol on his desk. "The Island town case indeed reeked of dead fish. You know I don't mess with the mumbo jumbo. So tell me, what is so important that I have to take this case?" He turned around and leaned against his desk crossing his arms while looking Joey in the face. His own expression being that of pure disdain.

[your-writing-enigma]

Joey looked at Lock and took a bit of a deep breath looking at the deadly seriousness in his best friends eyes. He didn't know what he was doing. He knew Lock was serious but mentioning Izzy might have a life long affect if that slug went into him. He wasn't about to piss Lock off more then he alread. He was pissed clearly and the affects of alcohol still lingered on him clearly. " Ya got it Lock" He said looking into Locks eyes as he pulled away. Joes arms crossed over his chest. " Well. . . . Izzy took it three weeks ago" He whispered to know and then crossed his arms over his chest taking a moment to think about his next words. " I told her to write I haven't recieved a peep. . . . some sob case girl went missing fucked off to the island and her mom is paying for anwsers or some kinda proof the kids missing"

[imamp4]

Vince gazed at the beautiful brunette before him, acting like she was fainting at the teasing of him. “Oh shut up you.” Vince teased, nudge of his fist slightly hitting her against her shoulder with a chuckle breaking the end of his sentence with a slipped voice of endearment. The sight of the larger sweater, his swear, around her made his heart flutter - it was so much better than whatever seeing her naked and vulnerable for him felt like. “Small price to pay to witness you like this.” Vince teased, nodding to the sweater with content. The soft touch of her lips to his sweaty albeit now more stickier cheek was pleasant and gave his heart yet another jumper cable shock, the way she could make him feel was intoxicating. As the sun fell, the soft glistening and reflection of the trees in the water set their mode quite well.

“Did you? I can't begin to express my joy that you feel the same way.” Vince confessed in a soft way as he sat comfortably with her, enjoying both the wine, pasta and her. God he was enjoying her. “I'm usually never that bold.” Vince tilted his head to her ear, softly whispering against it, his warm breath tickling her ear lobe as he looked at her with a sinful smile.

[your-writing-enigma]

Lily looked at him she then laid her head on his shoulder when he whispered in her ear. She then took a moment looking in his eyes. She her heart jumping hoops in her chest. She then looked into his eyes again. She removed his glasses from his face setting them in the grass her hand crawled onto his cheek before pulling him into a real and sweaty kiss. She did not break it to she would need to breath. " Tell me to slow down" She whispered against his lip it had been a while and was causing an ache between her thighs that she didn't know till he had that sinful grin on his face. She pulled him into another kiss when he didn't stop her this time her lips more hungry for the last. Her pasta sanitated one appetite he would be desert if he didn't stop her.

[imamp4]

Unpacking the admittedly many pasta packages he made, Vince rummaged for some forks. His face dropped down into stress as he searched through the basket. “No no . . ” Vince whispered under his breath as he started to think he forgot the utensils. Lucky for him his heart steadied again once he found them, letting out a relieved sigh. “I might have a sweater for you, I don't want you to catch a cold.” He told her, concerned about her well-being after coming all the way out here. He stood back up holding the forks when he went to look through the saddlebag once more. It was obvious he was trying to do too many things at once, a chaotic little mess. “I hope you don't mind, are you allergic to anything?” He questioned as he went to grab a green wool sweater for her, it looked warm and soft, it smelled of lavender and dirt. A work sweater to be sure but relatively clean. “I'm sorry, I wasn't prepared for you to uh-” Vince held in a chuckle which eventually broke into a soft laugh. “Be launched into the water.” He couldn't help it, as his laughing turned into teasing smiles. After sitting back down he poured her a wine and carefully selected the pasta for them.

“Putting me on a pedestal, I just want us to have a good time together, you deserve it.” He teased as she had to come all the way out here with an uber, he would drive her back himself if she wasn't staying the night. He had a spare room for her, and a mighty good shower.

[your-writing-enigma]

Lily looked at him a moment. " I don't think i will survive" She played and acted like she was passing out. She opened one eye looking at him and smirked. She was toying with his big goofy silly butt. She then sat up and grabbed the sweater. She took it and happily put it on. It was big over her hands she gripped the sleeves and then smirked. " your never getting this back you know that right" She teased then smirked at him again before leaning into kiss his cheek. " You deserver it too" She said looking up at him and then grabbed a fork from his hand and put it into the pasta before she started to dig in while the sun set. She scooted closer to him while she ate and sipped the wine. " You know...I took a chance in that hospital. Im glad I did." She leaned her head on his shoulder watching the sun eating happily listening to the horses munch on grass.

[your-writing-enigma]

"I didn't know where else to go."

Octavia had been shocked standing looking at him. She peaked her head out the door a moment looking back and forth making sure non had followed him. She ushered him in lantern in hand. " In" Her voice was hush firm but still gentler then most. It was dark and cold her eyes steely on his person the moment he would enter her door would shut. " What happen? Are you hurt" She was going to quickly grab her stone and pouch it a poultice was needed unsure what made him show up at her door dead of night in the cold.

[cafekitsune]

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[marichive]

100 INDULGENT TROPES

A collection of one hundred tropes of varying nature. Spiritual successor to my previous An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme. Some of these pair well together and can easily be sent in various combinations. Some are also highly suggestive in nature. Engage appropriately.

one muse steps protectively in front of the other

one muse tends to the other’s injury

one muse is not acting like themselves and the other has to snap them out of it

one muse kisses the other during an argument

one muse pins the other to a wall

one muse kisses the other on their hand or wrist

one muse kisses the other on their neck or shoulder

one muse helps the other put on a necklace or tie

our muses aren’t supposed to be together but keep meeting anyway (on purpose or by accident)

our muses have a secret relationship

one muse takes a blow meant for the the other

one muse fights away enemies attacking the the other

one muse asks the other for their favor / a token before battle or a tourney

our muses share a night together believing it might be their last

our muses are in an arranged marriage / betrothal

our muses willingly marry for political reasons

our muses get married for love

our muses get married in a spur-of-the-moment decision

one muse has taken the other captive

our muses are in love but one thinks they aren’t good enough for the other

our muses are forced to ally for a common goal

our muses are enemies or former enemies but have started to fall for each other

our muses claim to hate each other but there is palpable tension between the two

our muses are trying to manipulate each other

one muse is trying to manipulate the other

our muses have feelings for each other but have conflicting loyalties

our muses are friends but have started to fall for each other

our muses are childhood friends that have been slowly falling for each other over the years

one muse has been in love with the other for a long time but is afraid their feelings are not reciprocated

one muse is in love with the other but they are in a relationship with or engaged to another person

our muses engage in a courtly romance

one muse is a knight in service to the the other’s family

one muse seeks comfort from a loveless marriage with the other, their lover

one muse traces the other’s scars

one muse kisses the other in a moment of heightened emotion

one muse confides in the other in a vulnerable moment

our muses are in love but circumstances prevent them from being together

our muses are exes who discover lingering feelings after reuniting

one muse confesses love to another after that person is injured

one muse confesses love to another because they believe they may die soon

our muses must share a bed

one muse lifts the other’s chin to look them in the eye

one muse places a hand at the back of the other’s neck to pull them extremely close

our muses have been hooking up, no strings attached

our muses have been hooking up, but one or both has developed deeper feelings

our muses are exes that hook up against their better judgement

one muse presumes the other is dead but is shocked when they show up alive again

one muse betrays their long held loyalties in order to save the other’s life from their own allies

our muses fake a relationship but have no actual interest in each other

our muses fake a relationship but start to genuinely fall for each other

one muse is known for their hard exterior and softens only in the other’s presence

one muse is the other’s weakness, something an enemy is trying to exploit

our muses are stuck somewhere together and must occupy their time

one muse has feelings for the other but has not acted on them due to their association with another character (a sibling / relative / ex / etc. ) or an organization

one muse is scared to act on feelings for the other due to poor experiences with love in the past

one muse is oblivious to the other’s feelings for them

one muse acts oblivious to the other’s feelings for them but really they are aware

one muse has unrequited feelings for the other

our muses are co-workers engaging in a hidden romance

one muse reveals one of their darkest secrets to the other

one muse comforts the other during an emotional breakdown

one muse calms the other from an intense rage

one muse’s family forbids them from seeing the other

our muses are in love but their friends / family do not support their relationship

one muse seeks redemption for past actions and comes to the other to atone

our muses regularly exchange letters

our muses move in together

our muses adopt a pet together

our muses have a child together

our muses adopt a child together

one muse discovers they are pregnant by accident

our muses have been set up by mutual friends

our muses have been set up by a matchmaker

our muses are in love with each other but are in denial

one muse is the other’s bodyguard / protector

one muse is royalty while the other is a commoner / rogue / societal outcast

one muse kisses the other for a bet

one muse relentlessly flirts with the other

our muses kiss for the first time ever

one muse wins a date with the other at an event

our muses dance together for the first time

one muse brushes their fingers through the other’s hair

one muse drunkenly confesses something to the other

our muses drunkenly hook up and wake up next to each other

our muses are roommates

our muses are partners in crime

one muse is a supernatural creature who falls for the other, who is a mortal

our muses are supernatural creatures from opposite clans or species that are historically hostile to each other

one muses is under a spell / in the middle of a monstrous transformation but somehow recognizes the other and refrains from harming them

our muses cuddle for warmth

our muses run away together

one muse wears piece of clothing or jewelry that belongs to the other

our muses bathe together

our muses cook together

our muses cuddle in bed

one muse serenades the other

one muse holds a weapon to the other as a threat

one muse physically lifts the other up

one muse protectively wraps an arm around the other

meet cute !

[faememes]

Send "I didn't know where else to go." For your muse to show up at my muse’s door.

Send "get in here." For my muse to show up at your muse's door.

[your-writing-enigma]

Sebastian Shaw - Chapter One

Trigger Warnings: Mass Genocide, Violence, Suicide, Torture & Death. Disclaimer: I don't condone the actions in this post. This is simple for entertainment purposes. Please don't read if it will cause mental harm Thank You. Word Count: 1184

Stepping off the train looking out over the large camp walls brick rising taller but the thing she noted was the smell of burning seeing smoke rising to the sky. She looked around as she was yelled at in German. She had a hard time depicting the words of the soldier but the way he pointed his gun, she assumed was to get in line the way he pointed. She shuffled in line with the others, her eyes darting over each terrified face. The OSI had calculated correctly this was one of the German's concentration camps. The question at hand was this one for war prisoners. She shuffled in the line as they were told to leave their possession on the line. She barely understood it as German wasn't a language of study so she wouldn't be suspected of being a spy though hearing enough of it she assumed. Taking a deep breath she shuffled forward and the train began to depart, entering a longer building watched by dogs and men. Unsure what would happen the moment she entered the building. The sob's of people and barking of dogs made her mind drift from person to person. She settled into looking at the others around her. The line moved and they were separated old from the young, the older group heading for the showers while they were moved to another building a man was walking above them on a catwalk observing and the occasional order shouted.

Roxie looked at the others, her eyes focused on those moving forward when she felt a little girl trip and fall into her. The soldiers laughed as she noticed the young girl was terrified of the dogs and the soldiers were laughing at her terrified reaction to the girl. Roxie quickly helped the girl up and grabbed her hand. “ I have you” She whispered just audibly to the girl who looked confused at her words thinking there was a language barrier. She gave the girl's hand a soft squeeze followed by a kind and soft smile while they moved through the line.

They were forced to de-clothed and were soon hosed down with cold water. She then realized that the old had not went to shower. A cold chill ripped through her body. Her eyes met with a soldier who gave her a toothy grin. She looked at the others. She then noticed the man on the catwalk talking with another and pointed at her. She looked at the little girl who was next to her trying to remain behind her away from the dogs that were still snapping. A hand then wrapped around Roxie’s arm and began pulling her forward the man on the catwalk walking to her. She was naked as the day she was born. The little girl off in the distance watching. He grabbed her hair looking her over. “ Natural,” He demanded in english.

Looking in his eyes. “ Is your hair Natural” She smacked his hand away from touching her hair. She then was struck in the back of the head with a gun collapsing to her knee’s. She blinked at the pain and the spotty vision. He began to talk to the others as they were quick to pick her off the floor looking at the little girl who panicked. She was being taken away by another woman quick to offer her comfort before the Germans pulled her away. Roxie looked as she walked. Her eyes scanning over everything the striped outfits she noticed the amount of people that weren’t wearing shoes or clothes shoved into a room and clothes that matched so many others thrown at her. She dressed and son forced her shoes away. She was handed another pair with holes in the sole. She slipped them on.

She then was pulled from a room and walked to another building and soon shoved in what looked like a jail cell. She noticed a boy across the room caged like an animal. She looked around and paced. She then heard the sob’s of the boy. She didn’t understand what was going on. She heard the door open and then closed. She turned to see a doctor or what she assumed was a doctor. The boy was soon ripped from the cage and carted out.

The doctor mentioned a name Erik. The man approached the cell she was in. “hmmm” She looked at him. He stared at her. Roxie crossed her arms over her chest. “ You're not afraid,” He said sharply in English with a light unnoticeable German tinge hidden in the folds of his accent.

“French” He switched, waiting for a hit of understanding from Roxie but her determined look in her eyes caused him to switch back to german. “ Your hair, you know, is considered a genetic mutation. I am looking for all the Abnormalities in the Genetic code of man. Im not like the Nazi’s” Roxie rolled her eyes and scoffed at his words.

“ AH so you do understand” He said with a smirk as he figured her out. He then snapped his fingers when the little girl was brought in before. She snapped her head at him. “ Leave her out of this”  She said looking as he sat at the desk. “ See I am looking for beings of extraordinary…potential. The boy you saw before was the one who destroyed my lab” He said pointing to the lab.

“In all my years of looking for the Extraordinary individuals. I look for minor mutations as a result as well. Red Hair, See most Redheads have a gene mutation in melanocortin receptor” Roxie didn’t want him to know she was following his words she had been a nurse long enough and around enough doctors to know what a geneticist was.

She had known the Nazi’s had been obsessed with the perfect race but this man was seeking out mutations. The little girl looked lost. “ That’s a Roma child Gypsy's dirty little things” Roxie’s face twitched with anger. “I said leave her out of this” He walked up to the child and softly stroked her hair. “ See another thing I’m looking for is that over my years I’ve known a few dozen humans with special capabilities. Brought on by certain circumstances. You’ve already begun to show signs of extreme loyalty. You puff up at authoritarian figures. Like you're an alpha I would say like a wolf but your eyes act more cat like. You observe and wait for the proper moment to strike. Just like I noticed you looking at the lock of the door” Roxie tensed. He was watching her observe everything. Roxie hands tensed.

“So, Question is, what is your capability?” He said, looking down at the little girl and softly touching her cheek. His hand softly wrapped behind the back of her head and took a moment looking at Roxie. She watched as he twisted the girls cheek in turn snapping her neck Roxie looking away trying not to be affected. He then tsked a little. He then spoke to the other Soldiers and Roxie was ripped from the cage.

[memepocalypse]

Blood blood blood blood

Who doesn't like a bit of blood!? Let's get those muses bleeding!

For the worried

"Don't worry about it, this happens sometimes."

"It's just a nosebleed."

"Some asshole punched me!"

"What? No, I'm fine, I ..."

"Oh, shit, I'm bleeding."

"Where did that come from?"

"Don't worry. Don't - don't worry..."

"I feel woozy."

"Oh, god, that's ... why am I bleeding..?"

"No, no! It's not my blood!"

"I uh. I tripped."

"It's just a bit of blood, christ, calm down."

"Ow. Um. Ow."

"I can't feel it. I should be able to .. feel it... right?"

"It's just a little cut, it's not... oh. I guess that's deeper than I thought."

For the bloodied

"Hey, you're bleeding."

"Are you okay? That's a lot of blood."

"Oh, god, are you hurt? Are you hurt?!"

"Oh no."

"You're not meant to look like that."

"What do you mean it isn't yours!?"

"I'll get you some tissues."

"Take a deep breath, okay, I'm going to help."

"Sit down, sit down."

"I'm calling an ambulance."

"You're hurt!"

"Stop trying to be brave for one minute."

"I'm getting some bandages."

"Did you punch them back?"

"You'll be okay."

[ddaenv]

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[your-writing-enigma]

Working on getting some of these stories out of my drafts. Roxie's Story Series is being kicked out hopefully soon.

[royals-embrace]

𝒲𝑒 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝑀𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒯𝑒𝒶 ♕┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅♕┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅♕┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅♕┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅♕ London, 1815, the United Kingdom is finally coming to what marks the end of a seven-year war between the United Kingdom and France. Another front in America over New Orleans straining the country. While the Monarch on the throne is Queen Consort Caroline, amidst his husband's declining health, She is desperate to find her sons' worthy wives.

Parliament is struggling with the thought of losing the war to Napoleon.

Thus begins the Season, April 1815.

This is a Regency Slice of Life Roleplay. Bridgerton Inspired.

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We've begun our first Event. Discord Server Link

[imamp4]

Vince smiled at Lily's torment of his blushy face, he loved her teasing. As she was drying herself off, he was unpacking somethings out of the saddlebag. He made sure to poke Hickory a little in the side to which the horse replied with an annoyed neigh and to go to Ron to nom on some grass with him. “How can I? You're only guilty of having my heart.” Vince flirtatiously retorted, he had secretly quoted one of his books since he saw the opportunity arise and just had to grasp it with both hands. He just locked eyes with her, softly smiling while admiring her face. Her wink only excited him as he turned away not being able to keep up the eye contact any longer. While she wondered what they would do next Vince would, at the speed of superman lay out a cozy blanket and set up the candles in a romantic setting. “Have pasta with me dear?” Vince pulled a classic woven wicker basket from some bushes. The cap of a wine bottle was peaking from below the lid while he hid the fresh pasta he had made an hour before she was supposed to arrive. What he hid was the several other contained pasta incase of allergies he might not know of.

[your-writing-enigma]

He made it to easy to torment him but it was all in fun when he then walked to the saddlebags her head cocked to the side like a cocker spaniel her hair bouncing to the side stringy and wet. " Okay mr smooth" She teased and slightly blushed at his words. She wouldn't comment that she knew that was one of his most liked book quotes on the internet. Or the fact she was stalking his work. Watching as he worked making a romantic dinner by the lake side while the horses trailed off to munch on grass. She was starving and he was offering free food. Hell ya she join him. She then watched as he grabbed a few other things. "Well... Guess texting you before hand was the best call. I get dinner once again at your expense..." She smirked but then took the jacket off putting the wet tank top back on and covering herself back up with the jacket. She watched him pour the wine holding out a hand for her glass and making sure she gave him a place to sit next to her.

"Author and King of Romance" She teased a little feeling kinda lucky. How was this man ever single. He was attractive charming and he could cook. He was good with animals only question left in her mind was he good with kids.

[your-writing-enigma]

Closed Starter Location: Siberia Muse: Roxanna Winchester @siberianwarriors

Run... The sound of feet on the snow the bitter cold in her lungs. She was trying so unused to the Siberian tundra but she needed to keep running before they caught up. She had a mission a designated task. Stay alive and get home. What was home abandoned in a concentration camp. Experimented on and 'Liberated by the Soviets' what was liberation. She no longer knew what or who she was. Now she was trying to out run those who imprisoned her in the gulag after Stalin's pathetic attempt to kill her. She refused to be the Soviet's pawn. Breathing Burned...

[your-writing-enigma]

Starter Call. Interact with this Post if your open to a starter from me. Give the number of the character you'd like interaction from.

Craving Characters.

[ 1 ] Roxie Winchester - MCU or WWII Plots [ 2 ] Peggy Anderson - Love anything SOA [ 3 ] Penelope Russo - Love to have some more crime stoppers plots. [ 4 ] Octavia Lockhart - 1880's Witch Open to Random Starters Sent to me. Any type of Plot. Open to Gif Less and Icon Less Roleplay's.