MVNDRVKE ; independent selective multimuse, written by luna ( 31; they/he )
A STUDY IN : ignoring canon, incoherent opinions on random muses, reimagining myth, musical references, adhd periods of hyperfixation, failing to answer messages consistently, forming complex dynamics between characters, and more.
muses marked with an asterisk* are either (a) ocs or (b) canon muses that have enough divergence in how i write them that it's worth checking out their about pages.
LITERATURE
HUNGER GAMES ( books & films-based ). effie trinket & haymitch abernathy & johanna mason
LORD OF THE RINGS ( films & show-based ). celeborn of doriath
BRIDGERTON ( show-based ). edwina sharma & posy li
MIGHTY NEIN ( show-based ). essek thelyss
PHANTOM OF THE OPERA ( musical-based ). meg giry
SHADOW & BONE ( show-based, au-focused ). inej ghafa
STAR WARS ( clone wars show & films-focused ). satine kryze & shmi skywalker
note: if i've written a muse in the past but do not actively write them, they are moved to my request-only page. if we have old threads with them, feel free to continue them! i move old muses there who don't get any attention to keep this current list clean, but i love every muse i've had the chance to write here. i'm always down to bring back a muse (or try out a new one) for my writing partners!
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That shrill scream let out by Joffrey should have been enough to rouse whatever guards were stationed nearby. With the knowledge that his brother had retreated, Jace was left to focus on the assassin. The cloaked man takes a great step forward, daggers poised and ready to kill. Jace stumbling back just in time to catch sight of his ravenous little brother going in for the kill. His brown eyes go wide, but he doesn't give any indication of Joffrey's approach. "If you intended to kill me you're doing a poor job of it. Any assassin worth their salt would have finished the job by now." Jace taunts, brandishing a smile before the assassin lets out a shriek of his own.
Joffrey's knife connects with the back of the man's thigh. While distracted Jace takes aim, planting a strike in the man's gut before withdrawing his blade. He had never killed another person up close before. This was much more visceral than lighting pirates ablaze a top of his dragon. The assassin manages to fight off Joffrey, reaching for the little terror before tossing him aside. One of the man's daggers clatter to the floor while he clutches his side where blood blossoms beneath pale fingers. Jace prepares himself for another attack just in time for Joffrey to lunge at the assassin again. The caped assailant lifts a dagger upward, intending to stab into the younger prince.
Blood splatters across Joffrey's face as Jace slices the man's hand from his wrist in one clean slice. The assassin stares at his missing limb before a guttural scream slips past his lips. He crumples to the floor, clutching the stump where his hand used to be. Jace kicks his weapons out of reach before rushing to Joffrey so he can scoop him up and against his side. He keeps a blade pointed down at the assassin in case the man miraculously found a second wind.
"Are you okay?" Jace asks in a shaky breath, coursge and adrenaline pumping through his veins like dragonfire.
There's blood on him, and Joffrey has no idea whose or where it even came from, only that it's hot on his face and the assassin is screaming as much as Joffrey himself is. Distantly, he can hear himself. He can feel his little knife hitting solid flesh again and again--
He writhes when Jace pulls him away, trying to free himself. "Get off me!" he yells. "I'll kill him!"
A bit of the fight goes out of him when he starts to realize how much pain he's in. Being pressed against Jace's side makes his shoulder ache; tiny shudders course through his body as he moves from wild anger to pained terror. Tears clean little lines on his face, wiping away the blood in their course down his face.
He kicks halfheartedly at the assassin, nowhere near close enough to actually make contact. "Let me kill him, Jace."
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"I don't think my father would have liked me," Rhaego said. He was a boy but he wasn't much of a warrior. He liked books and plants over the sword. Not to mention that he was certain that horses didn't like him.
"Your father was.... complicated," Dany says after a long moment. "He was not born into a world such as you have been; it was crueler, more complicated. It took time for approval to come even to me." She does not miss those dark earlier days. "He wished for you to have the world. To lead your people one day as he did, as I do. He would've learned that different is not bad, the same as he did me."
"I know I ask too much of you," Rhaenyra says as she looks at her son. "Perhaps you find it too little. I know you wish to ride into battle. But I need you here." She holds his shoulders. "Not because I think you cannot do good out there. But because I cannot risk you. Not when my reign is so new. You nearly died, Jacaerys."
The words pain her even to say. She looks away, holding him a little tighter before she releases the hold she has on his shoulders. "I cannot risk you," she repeats, voice softer. "I cannot lose another son. I cannot have sacrificed this much for your future to be thrown away in an act of impulse to prove yourself. You have already done so."
Arya hates being in the Red Keep. Permitted on the council wasn't exactly what she'd been hoping for as a prize for surviving the Greens' captivity, but Rhaenyra is glad for her very own winter wolf, it seems, so Arya does her best to live up to that.
The queen wears a sword at her belt, so Arya feels less self-conscious about Needle strapped to her belt as she walks the halls, hands clasped behind her back.
"The gold cloaks can do as they like," she says to her companion. "I will protect you."
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Come morning the Throne Room will be filled with courtiers and peasants seeking aid from the crown. This heartfelt conversation between two brothers would be nothing but a distant memory, replaced by incessant voices and outstretched hands. "The ghosts have the decency not to stare or whisper among themselves, at least." He says, bristling at the thought of something or someone watching them from the shadows. In the Red Keep that was a very real possibility. Jace squeezes the smaller hand tucked inside of his own, "It does, but they're harmless. They're merely observing." He says with a wrinkle of his nose, "Though if I was a ghost I would haunt somewhere else. I can imagine no fate worse than being trapped here for all eternity." If it was up to Jace the seat of power would be somewhere much more temperate like Dragonstone or the Reach. Instead he would be confined to King's Landing which stunk of shit and corpses.
Hidden in the shadows an assassin watched the pair, giving credence to the paranoia felt by Joffrey. They had been tasked with the murder of the crown prince and were to leave a pile of coin with King Daeron's face upon his bloodied chest. Having followed Jace all the way to the throne room had thrilled the assassin. They would arrange Jace's corpse upon the iron throne in a morbid display. They hadn't accounted for Joffrey, however. Ah, well. With Jace dead the young boy would become heir, meaning his benefactors would need him to be taken out eventually. Stalking behind the pair, the assassin unsheathes a hidden dagger from beneath his cloak.
It is the whisper of fabric against the floor that alerts Jace of the intruder. Protectively he tucks Joffrey behind him, turning with his own sword drawn and at the ready. "Run, Joffrey." Jace orders, readying himself for an attack. The assassin doesn't move at first, perhaps bewildered that they had been caught. With his heart thundering in his chest, Jace successfully deflects a lunge at the pair. "Joffrey! Run! Fetch the guards!" He says, narrowly avoiding a slash to his side. Jace responds with a swift boot to the gut, forcing the assassin to double over momentarily. They hadn't accounted for the crown prince to have been trained by Harwin Strong or Daemon Targaryen. He aims his blade at the assassin who had thus far only grunted in pain when kicked by Jace.
"King Daeron sends his regards." The Assassin hisses, revealing another knife and a smile with far too many teeth. Jacaerys recoils at the sight, but refuses to flee.
He wouldn't let anything befall Joffrey. Steadying his shaking hands, he recalls the stern but gentle voice of his true father. Never let them see you falter. So the crown prince readies his blade, prepared to fight and slaughter the assassin sent after him. He had lost track of Joffrey in the scuffle, having assured himself that the boy had ran off to fetch the guards and rouse the rest of the castle. "Come at me, fiend. I'll have your head upon a pike and your body fed to my dragon."
Joffrey shrieks, terror filling him as Jace pushes him behind him. He starts running, but he can't leave Jace. He can't lose another brother. King Daeron, the assassin says. A knife glints in his other hand.
He should do what Jace told him and run, get the guards, but adrenaline races through him wiping out all thoughts beyond he can't let this happen. Joffrey pulls his own knife and jumps out of the shadows, candle long since discarded on the floor.
He feels the knife hit resistance. He bites, he kicks, he screams. There's a pain in his shoulder and he's thrown suddenly backwards. He lands hard on his back and rolls, picking up his knife again and launching himself forward again with another shriek.
at this point imma just say essek is canon divergent bc there's so much content i haven't consumed in the cr universe with him in it it's just overwhelming. i'm never gonna get to all of it, and tbh since i'm not really actively in a fandom talking about the new content, it's not a priority for me. i'm not really engaged in the show, i just watched a fair chunk of c2 and remembered how much i loved him then when i caught a glimpse of some edits of his show design. i hate being like "he's basically an oc" but he kinda is? just bc there's so much content out there including new content in a fandom i'm not really part of anymore to the point that i'm watching stuff that comes out when it drops.
i thought about dropping him but i really love him so his main focus verse is gonna be his bg3 one just because i feel like i've got a clearer idea of him there rn. not that i won't write with cr muses etc (i'm genuinely so excited to write with them), i've just been feeling a little like. anxious people won't want to write with me in that verse bc i'm not up to date on everything going on beyond seeing a couple edits rip. so this is kinda where i stand when it comes to that
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Always. Jace was determined to keep Joffrey as close as possible in the fledgling stages of his mother's reign. There were still supporters of the Ususrper in their midst, and he wasn't going to allow anything to befall his younger brother. It worried him immensely that he knew now that Joffrey was stalking the halls of the keep like a little spectre. He would have to ensure that he didn't wander around without Jace at his side or a guard.
"Joffrey the Tall. The most gallant knight the realm will have ever seen." And even then Jace would still worry about the safety of Joffrey. When he looked upon his younger brother he still envisioned him as a baby swaddled by his mother.
"Aye. That's what I've heard, too." Jace couldn't remember Daeron who was said to have shared a nursemaid with him. "If he does have hair as dark as they say it would make everything they've made us suffer for very ironic." He huffs, squeezing Joffrey around his shoulders before he moves to stand. Jace offers his hand for his younger brother to take, "I think so. If he was allowed to form his own opinions of us without our uncles whispering in his ear." Jace offers the candle back to Joffrey so he can guide them through the keep. "Come now, sprat. Let's head on up to bed. The hour is late and mother will be expecting us at breakfast tomorrow."
"They wanted to be cruel. Even if we were perfect, they'd still be cruel because they don't like Mother." He doesn't understand it, but it seems to be the case. He ruffles his own dark hair with a little sigh before he takes Jace's hand and the candle.
"I like coming here when there's no one else around," Joffrey says as they start walking. "It's peaceful. There's no one to stare. Even if there's ghosts here."
There were ghosts on Dragonstone too. Joffrey shakes his head a little bit as he considers it. He holds Jace's hand a little tighter, looking around nervously at the tall shadows cast by the flickering candle.
"oh, there's! there's a mistake!" the gnome presses their hands against the spawn's shoulder, effectively pushing his fangs away from the flesh they were buried into (her neck), just a few moments prior. remy, against all odds (as it is often the case) starts giggling madly. "you thought! i was a snack!! oh my." giggling even louder, she stops the sound from echoing by pressing a hand against her closed mouth, all mirth kept ricocheting against her teeth.
Well, that's not the reaction he was expecting. Disgust, perhaps, horror, probably. But laughter? That's a new one. His hungry mind takes a moment to focus, and then he just stares at her.
"What the hells is your problem?" he asks, the words startled from his lips more than anything. He is genuinely, fully, utterly confused.
