lyra lestrange - MOVED TO PUREBLOODED

Sleeping at a table.

Singing in private.

Attempting to kill a spider, and failing.

Crying laughing.

Doing something embarrassing.

Getting chores done.

Loopy with lack of sleep.

Post-wisdom teeth removal.

Hiding a broken object.

Covered in blood.

In a fit of anger.

Throwing a tantrum.

Hiding in a closet.

Stuck somewhere with your muse.

Muffling their cries.

On a swing-set alone.

Feeling lonely.

Cuddling their pillow.

Staring at your muse.

Recovering from throwing up.

Stabbing a body repeatedly.

Somewhere they’re not supposed to be.

Screaming by themselves.

Holding a wound.

Send one for the following scenario. Add ‘reverse’ for our muse’s roles to be reversed where applicable.

[FREEDOM] - My muse is in recovery from being mind controlled/brainwashed for an extended period of time, and is currently living with your muse.

[HAUNTING] - My muse is a supernatural or mythical creature of some kind (feel free to specify) whose territory includes your muse’s home or town.

[CHAMPAGNE] - Our muses went to a party together, and have been flirting and making passes at one another all night. Now the party’s over, and they’ve made it home together, but there’s still unresolved tension between them.

[REAPPEARANCE] - Someone from my muse’s past has resurfaced - for better or worse - and they come to your muse for advice, shelter, or perhaps to celebrate. 

[REVEAL] - My muse confesses a secret to yours that they either never talk about, or haven’t told anyone about in a long time.

[TENSION] - Our muses have been arguing, and things have gotten… oddly heated. It’s difficult to tell whether they’re about to break into a fight, or start kissing.

[BETRAYAL] - Your muse discovers that mine has been lying to them about their intentions, actions or history all this time, and confronts them on it. 

[AGONY] - Your muse rescues mine from the hands of the enemy, and finds them in terrible shape. 

for me to randomly generate a number between 1 and 100 to write a starter based on any of the prompts below!

A mix of fluff, angst, sadness, and anything to make you feel if executed right. proceed at your own risk! Some content might be triggering.

Send a symbol for a headcanon about my muse. All horror/angst/scifi related.

“Don’t fight.”

“You sound sad.”

“How about love?“

“I’ll be your shelter.”

“Will I lose my dignity?“

“Take me for what I am.”

“I’m just born to be bad.”

“Don’t breathe too deep.”

“Will bad champagne do?“

“I have always loved you.”

“Well, we’ll get along fine.”

“And you broke your word.”

“How’d I let you slip away?”

“You can see it in my eyes.”

“I don’t own emotion, I rent.”

“Hey, it’s beginning to snow!”

“I can’t believe you disagree.”

“I’ll be there and I’ll cover you.”

“And we’re hungry and frozen.”

“Some life that we’ve chosen…”

“What do you mean ‘detained’?“

“I can’t believe this is ‘goodbye’.”

“I’m just a little weak on my feet.”

“You’re supposed to be working.”

“There’s only us. There’s only this.”

“Let’s get a band-aid for your knee.”

“One song to redeem this empty life.”

“Forget regret or life is yours to miss.”

“I don’t even know if this is working…”

“I’m afraid she needs more than heat.”

“And I find I can’t hide from your eyes.”

“I know you, you’re… you’re shivering.”

“I was waiting for you, don’t you know?“

“But, darling, you haven’t eaten all day.”

“I can help them all out in the long run.”

“It was bad for me, was it bad for you?“

“So, be mine and don’t waste my time.”

“Are you ready? Hold that focus, steady.”

“No, please, no, not tonight, please, no…”

“When they act tough, you call their bluff.”

“You said you’d never speak to him, again.”

“Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?”

“I didn’t recognize you without the handcuffs.”

“At least the room stopped spinning, anyway.”

“Just pay me back with one thousand kisses.”

“Let’s go out tonight… I have to go out tonight.”

“Draw a line in the sand and then make a stand.”

“Perhaps it’s because I’m the one of us to survive.”

“See if anything comes of it, instead of my old shit.”

“My life’s not for you to make a name for yourself on.”

“Change your mind. You have to get out of the house.”

“Times are shitty, but I’m pretty sure they can’t get worse.”

“Maybe you’ll see why when you stop escaping your pain.”

“Because reason says I should have died three years ago…”

“That drip of hurt, hat pint of shame, goes away… just play the game.”

“How do you leave the past behind when it keep finding ways to get to your heart?”

“How do you document real life… when real life’s getting more like fiction each day?”

“I wanna commit a crime, wanna be the cause of a fight, wanna put on a tight skirt and flirt.”

“`Cause there’s something I should have told you… yes, there’s something I should have told you.”

Smiling at her, he simply nodded, reaching for his wallet as they left the house. He enjoyed spending time with her and had thought that this pizza place would be a good place to be able to chat and all in a slightly more relaxed situation. After all the way they’d gotten to know each other was a little off. He had been in dire need of help in so many ways. And she had been the one to help him on top of things. He was so grateful for that.

Walking over to the jeep he opened the door for her and smiled as he held his hand out to help her in. He loved the jeep, but he knew it was old and worn. He just hoped it wouldn’t make tonight a downer. After all the jeep had been a gift from Stiles when he’d gone off to join the FBI. Closing the door behind her, he got in as well and started it up. “Ready?”

Lyra let out a bashful “Thanks” as Scott helped her up into the jeep, enjoying that moment where their hands were touching. It was almost sad when he let go, the door slamming shut behind her. Lyra buckled herself in with the seat belt - a device she thought was so curious when she first entered a vehicle.

“  so  obviously ,  you  know  who  we  are. ”

“ we  came  here  tonight  to  step  back  into  the  spotlight. ”

“ the  biggest  sinner  is  obvs  the  winner. ”

“ she  who  had  the  son  takes  number  one. ”

“ i’m  about  to  win  this  competition. ” 

“ since  the  day  i  arrived  in  england ,  let’s  just  say  my  faith  has  been  tested  on  more  than  one  occasion. ”

“ and  i’m  like … okay. ”

“ but  then  [name]  dies  and ,  naturally ,  i’m  in  prison  for  seven  years.  really  helped  with  the  grieving  process ,  ya  know ? ” 

“ i  just  don’t  think  i  would  look  that  good  in  a  whimple. ”  

“ will  she  be  the  one  to  win ? ” 

“ what ?  oh … sorry. ”  

“ what  a  weekend.  i’m  literally  like  dead. ”

“ [name]  was  a  massive  bi - ”

“ yeah ,  like ,  i  had  a  daughter  and  he  literally  chopped  my  head off. ”

“ i  was  lucky  in  so  many  ways. ” 

“ wow  what  a  stressful  situation  that  never  happened. ”

“ you  queens  kicked  some  major ass ! ” 

“ girl  power !  woo ! ” 

“ i  stood  by  him.  it  didn’t  matter  how  many  stupid  things  he  did ,  i  was  there  by  his  side. ” 

“ it  wasn’t  because  i  was  weak  or  scared.  but  it  was  because  i  loved  him. ” 

“ after  all ,  what  hurts  more  than  a  than  a  broken  heart ? ” 

“ the  time  has  come  for  you  to  select  your  bride ! ” 

“  i  guess  you  already  know  what  happened  next. ”

“ how  could  anyone  overcome  a  fate  as  devastating ? ” 

“ that  doesn’t  sound  difficult  at  all. ” 

“ oh  well ,  back  to  the  palace ! ” 

“ if  that  doesn’t  capture  the  audience's  hearts  than i  don’t  know  what  will. ” 

“ I  LOST  MY  HEAD ! ” 

“ your  lives  sounded  terrible … and  your  songs. ” 

“ being  rejected  for  your  looks  legitimately  sounds  really  rough … i  wouldn’t  know  anything  about  that. ” 

“ i  can’t  even  begin  to  think  of  how  i’m  going  to  compete  with  you  all … oh  wait ,  like  this. ” 

“ and  then  i  was  beheaded. ” 

“ seeing  as  i  had  the  worst  time ,  and  ya  know  by  the  rules  of  the  competition ,  i  am  now  the  leading  lady  of  the  girl  group !  hit  it ! ” 

“ you  had  it  bad ,  but  that  was  not  the  most  heart  wrenching  song  we’ve  heard  this  evening. ” 

“ excuse  me ?  were  you  not  listening  to  my  song ?  there  were  four  choruses ! ”  

“ i  was  literally  shipped  over  from  a  foreign  country ,  not  knowing  a  single  word  of  english  to  marry  some  random  dude. ” 

“ nice  neck ,  by  the  way. ” 

“ oh  boo  hoo !  baby  [name]  had  the  chickenpox  and  you  weren’t  there  to  hold  her  hand.  ya  know ,  it’s  funny  because  when  i  wanted  to  hold  my  newborn  son ,  i  died ! ” 

“ guys  i  have  the  plague ! ” 

“ it’s  time  to  decide  who  won ! ” 

“ oh !  i’m  [name].  i  draw  the  line  in  arbitrary  places. ” 

“ she  probably  doesn’t  even  had  a  story  to  tell. ” 

“ i’ll  tell  you  a  story.  take  a  seat. ” 

“ gold  star  for  [name]. ”  

“ i  had  to  keep  finding  new  husbands  to  avoid  being  ostracised. ” 

“ he  seemed  like  he  might  stick  around  for  awhile  and ,  you guessed  it ,  he  turned  out  to  be  the  love  of  my  life.  we  had  this  plan  to  get  married , actually. ” 

“ i  had  to  write  a  letter  to  [name] … ending  things. ” 

“ wait … i  don’t  get  it. ” 

“ when  we  get  together  as  a  group ,  everyone  notices  that  [name]  can’t  dance. ” 

“ yeah … i  read. ” 

For a little while it seemed ridiculous to her that she was the one apologizing for being caught changing into more comfortable garments. The flowy feeling that grazed her smooth legs allowed her to breathe something she probably held for too long. Cassiopeia retained a certain grace, even when her estate was filled with the pestilent smell of death. Or perhaps it was the horde of Death Eaters that had settled here as if they owned the corridors and knew their every secrets. 

“Anything I can do to alleviate the heavy soul of my dear cousin?”

Lyra bowed her head, shying away. It was in fact her that had forgotten her manners, certainly not waiting long enough between her knock and opening the door.

At her words, she exhaled a laugh. If only. There was so much Cass didn’t know, so much she wanted to share with her, but she didn’t dare. Instead, she held her tongue.

    “ Well for instance—” The archangel started to explain. “ Angels in general have an abundance of stamina, and that only is made worse by how highly ranked an angel is in terms of power.  For example, while an angel may have an intense drive to reproduce during a nesting season, an archangel would be more likely to cause damage to their mate. Getting with a seraph would be a death wish to anyone lower than an archangel. “      It seemed Zadkiel was rather fascinated by the subject, as he should be. He was created and given the job of looking over all sexuality by his creator, so he had to be well versed in how it worked for his father’s creations.      “ I have no experience in the matter, at least not with a seraph myself, but it’s been rumored that a single seraph could end up in a mating rut or heat that could last for two weeks of nonstop sex. In fact, because we don’t need to eat or sleep like humans do, most angels just….don’t stop at all. Hence why it would be dangerous for a human to court an angel. They would likely get dehydrated, worn out and broken down by the process, causing death. “

     “ But hey, outside of nesting season is a completely different subject. We tend to have better control of ourselves then.”

It was fascinating to hear Zadkiel talk on the subject, appealing to Lyra’s more scientific side. She had always had an interest in people and sex, but angels and sex – that was something entirely different.

“Oh really?”