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@normaltothemax
"Now you play it out all in your mind. We can hide away until the end of time. I can see just what it is you need: a land of make believe where you and me can run and dream."
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The shouted tune is incredibly distracting. Max manages not to break her concentration, but only just—the shields flicker once. At least the…giant purple hand takes the half-giant out of the equation, allowing her to put all her focus into dealing with the mage.
Who looks pretty damn offended that he’s just been called a cuck.
Fucking hell, these people are weird. The short, singing guy, in particular. Part of her wants to ask what his deal is. The rest of her does not want to know.
It takes her a second to tear her eyes away from him, baffled by his certifiably insane strategy, but she’s at least faster than the mage. Growling under her breath, she shoves the shield at the mage as hard as she can. It hits them full force, slamming them into a large tree. They fall to the ground and don’t get back up.
Max tries not to think too hard on whether or not they might still be breathing.
“…Thanks for the, uh…hand.” (Ha!) She looks around, taking half a second to breathe and assess the situation that may or may not still be at hand, depending on how good her allies are. “Does this kind of thing happen a lot? People trying to kill you?”
Happy birthday to Max!!!
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Biting her lip, she stares at him with wide eyes. Her hold on his sleeve tightens when he doesn’t immediately reassure her. When he doesn’t say ‘don’t worry, Kiki, no one’s out there, we’re totally and completely safe and I’ll protect you even if they are, and then I’ll hold you in my big, strong arms and we can—’
She blinks back to herself, cheeks a light shade of pink, when he moves in front of her.
“…Are you sure? Ever since Scanlan gave me that brownie it’s like there are eyes on me. I can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong, you know?”
Damon’s gaze shifted toward her as she took the empty stool, one brow lifting at the mention of cryptocurrency. For the first time that evening, the amusement in his expression looked almost genuine. “Please.” He placed a hand against his chest, feigning offense. “I may be terrible company, but I have standards.” He turned slightly toward her, resting one elbow against the bar. Up close, the exhaustion was harder to miss. It sat beneath her eyes and in the tension she carried through her shoulders, like she had spent the entire day waiting for something else to go wrong. Damon recognized the look. He had worn it often enough. The bartender appeared, and Damon gestured toward the empty space in front of her. “Whatever she wants. Put it on my tab.” His attention returned to the stranger now occupying his full attention, eyes narrowing faintly when he noticed the unease that still lingered beneath her sarcasm. She had looked at him the way prey sometimes did when instinct noticed something the mind hadn’t caught up with yet. Most people ignored that feeling. Apparently, so did she. “Although, for the sake of full disclosure, I was including myself.” Damon lifted his glass, turning the watered-down bourbon between his fingers. “Bad attitude, questionable decision-making skills, long and deeply concerning history of ruining perfectly decent evenings.”
He took another drink before setting it down. “But no lectures. No sales pitches. And I’m not emotionally invested enough in your life to tell you that whatever happened today was part of some grand plan.” His gaze moved over her face again, sharper than his casual tone suggested. “You look like you’ve already had enough people, or possibly the universe, telling you what you’re supposed to do.”
The corner of his mouth curved as he leaned back against the bar. “So, distraction it is.” He extended a hand toward her with exaggerated formality. “Damon. Resident bad company and occasional cautionary tale.” His eyes flicked toward the bartender preparing her drink. “And you are… someone who willingly ignored every survival instinct she had and sat down beside a strange man in an empty bar. Which means either your day was impressively awful, or you make terrible choices.” Damon tipped his glass toward her. “I’m hoping for both. It’ll make the conversation more interesting.”
Her lips twitched as she tried to suppress a smile. At least he had a sense of humour. That was already a step in the right direction. Maybe, if she was very lucky, sitting with such terrible company could salvage her evening.
The bartender approached, but before she could even open her mouth, the man beside her spoke again. Her brows lifted, Max blinking in surprise.
“That’s a dangerous thing to offer,” she pointed out. “Whatever I want. What happens if I want a whole bottle of top-shelf…forty-year-old whiskey,” she knew jackshit about whatever was considered ‘the good stuff’, but she was pretty sure older was better, “and…I dunno, fifty orders of nachos?”
She didn’t, obviously. But she was curious how he’d respond. Would he back out, tell her she was on her own, if that was the case, or would he double down?
What she actually ordered was a vodka-cranberry with a splash of orange juice. Sweet and tangy, the juice mostly hiding the taste of the vodka. Something she could get absolutely plastered off of, if she didn’t watch herself, but a couple of them wouldn’t hurt.
And it wasn’t like she was expecting him to pay for any additional drinks she had. Even one was unexpected.
“Thanks,” she says to the man as the bartender walks away to prepare her drink. “I appreciate it. But it does make me wonder: is this you being generous, or do I just look that rough?”
Max turned towards him a bit more, resting her own elbow on the bar. “Well, at least you’re honest about it. I’m pretty sure self-awareness is usually a plus.” As for ruining evenings, that remained to be seen. So far, he was managing to make hers a bit better—she would have to see if it lasted.
Grimacing, she looked away. “…Yeah. Something like that.” More like the universe showing her a whole bunch of shit she never wanted to see, but he was close enough.
She couldn’t help but smile slightly at his outstretched hand, snorting softly in amusement as she shook it, shaking her head. “Nice to meet you. I’m Max. It must be your lucky night—my day was impressively awful and I tend to have a habit of making terrible choices.”
She thanked the bartender as he placed her drink in front of her. Held it up in response to Damon’s in a toast. “Here’s to a hopefully interesting conversation then, I guess.”
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"Of course I do!" Delirium feels the joy of Oriya like a tidal wave. She squeaks, wrapping her arms securely around Oriya as she brightens, holding the angel tightly. Her angel. Her heart thuds in her chest, and she's flushed. But happy. Very happy. She doesn't remember when she has been so happy. She's so ... all over the place these days. Up, down, all around, it's very rare that she finds delight alone. But Oriya grants her that. And even if Delirium wonders what the catch could possibly be, she does not let it get in the way as she returns Oriya's affections, grinning into her hair, letting it drape over her face.
"You shouldn't have been so afraid! Of course I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you." She pulls back, placing her hands on Oriya's shoulders as she meets her gaze, with a grin she cannot, and would not, hide. "How many times would you like me to say it? Because I will say it a billion, zillion times to prove to you that you should have never been so afraid. I am so glad I found you." And she squeals, excitedly, like a teenage girl. "Can I kiss you again?"
With every I love you, Oriya feels her heart swell. Like it’s growing and growing, filled to the brim with love and affection. Like it might just burst with it—something she thinks she wouldn’t mind all that much. Not if Delirium continues to be so sweet to her. There are still tears in Oriya’s eyes when Del pulls back, but they’re happy ones. Oh, so happy. She’s beaming, smiling brighter than she ever has before. Brighter than the sun itself. “As many times as you’d like. I’ll say it back each and every time. I love you. Oh, I love you so much.”
She can't wait to tell Lucifer!
She laughs softly and nods, but doesn’t wait for Delirium to lean in. Oriya surges forward to kiss her again, her heart fluttering in her chest, tears still wet on her cheeks. It’s so much better this time. Now that there’s no lingering fear, now that she knows Del feels the same way, it’s filled with nothing but love and joy in its purest form.
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I've been hanging onto this for a little while whoops, but right back at you, boo. I will forever treasure you helping me make a dumb little Frozen music video for a school project okay? Okay.
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Send "I should have been there" while examining one of my muses scars "I should have been there." (@ Oriya that’s his little sister!)
Oriya frowns at the scar he’s inspecting, tracing her fingers lightly over it. An injury like that isn’t something she ever anticipated getting in the first place. It certainly isn’t something she ever thought she would feel. Pain, she’s concluded, is not very enjoyable. “It’s alright,” she shrugs lightly, offering him a small, reassuring smile. “You were busy.” Just like all their other siblings. Funny how no one ever seems to have time for her.
But Gabriel is here now. She’s pretty sure that’s what counts. What is it the humans say? Better late than never? “I’m still not very good at healing, I guess. I can never quite seem to get it right.” She’s not sure if it was her subpar healing abilities, or the weapon that was used, that left her with a scar, but it still shouldn’t have been that difficult to heal herself, right?
“What does gnarly mean?” she asks suddenly. Gabriel’s been around humans much longer than she has—he must know. “A man said it looks ‘gnarly’, and he made it sound like a good thing, but I’m not sure how an injury can ever actually be good.”
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Send "I should have been there." While examining one of my muses scars
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Damon had been sitting at the far end of the bar long enough for the ice in his glass to melt untouched. Mystic Falls was quiet for a Friday night. The kind of quiet that made every low conversation carry and left too much room for thoughts better drowned beneath bourbon. His gaze remained fixed on the amber liquid as he turned the glass slowly between his fingers, expression distant and unreadable. The door opened behind him. Damon glanced toward the entrance, watching the newcomer step inside before looking back down at his drink. He might have ignored them entirely if they hadn’t lingered near the bar with the same exhausted look he had seen in his own reflection more times than he cared to admit. “You look disappointed.” His voice lacked its usual bite. There was still the faintest trace of amusement in it, but it felt practiced rather than genuine. He lifted the glass and took a slow drink. “Let me guess. You came in hoping this place might make the night feel a little less miserable.” His eyes moved briefly around the nearly empty room. “Unfortunately, the drinks are mediocre, the company’s worse, and whatever you’re trying not to think about will probably still be there when you leave.” Damon shifted slightly on the stool, leaving the seat beside him open. “But you’re welcome to try.”
Max was tired. She was exhausted, and her head hurt, and the visions had been so much worse than usual all goddamn day—blood, guts, and gore galore. People finding brand new ways to torture and murder, and she got a front row seat to it all.
Fucking fantastic.
Deciding a drink (or five) was well deserved, she closed shop early and headed to the nearest bar, planning on drowning her misery the old fashioned way. But something felt off. Wrong. Like she should turn tail and walk right back out. Like it was a bad idea just to be there.
Seriously, it was like the whole world was conspiring against her to ruin her day. Totally fucking unfair, was what it was.
She made her way to the bar and glanced over at the man when he spoke, a bit more of that unease settling in her gut. Danger. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt a warning like that, but it also wasn’t strong enough to completely deter her. It didn’t feel like she was actively in danger, more like he was just dangerous in general.
How fun.
“Your optimism is truly inspiring,” she responded dryly after a moment. “Really know how to cheer a girl up. How do you do it?”
She shouldn’t sit next to him. The smart thing to do would be to leave.
Max felt like she was owed a little stupidity after the day she’d had.
“It definitely will be,” she agreed, “but a distraction for a while could be nice.” She slid onto the stool next to him. “Are you included in the ‘bad company’? Like, do I need to brace myself for a TED Talk about the joys of cryptocurrency, or something?”
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THE GREEN KNIGHT (2021) dir. David Lowery
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Send 🔞 for a NSFW headcanon. 🔞 - Mona
Intimacy with Mona requires patience and understanding. She grew up extremely sheltered, a project in a secret government program where things were on a strictly need-to-know basis. The Talk wasn’t considered something Mona needed to know. She learns about sex once she’s out in the world, and once she does, she gets curious. She wants to try new things, wants to see what all the fuss is about, but she can still get nervous and skittish if things advance too quickly.
She approaches sex just as enthusiastically as she does everything else, and she isn’t shy about asking for what she wants. Mona never learned the social norms surrounding sex. This means that, if she gets bored, she might just outright ask her partner in the middle of a room full of people if they can go have sex now.
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Send 🔞 for a NSFW headcanon. 🔞marko!
Marko isn’t super experienced when it comes to sex, even less so when it comes to actual relationships, but he has had a handful of sexual encounters. He tends to self-sabotage, having convinced himself that people “don’t go for the bassist” and that a person is just being nice when they flirt with him after a show, which leaves most people discouraged when he doesn’t reciprocate their advances.
When he eventually does clue in and things start getting steamy, he’s more than happy to let his partner take the lead on things and just enjoy the ride. He likes to bite (of course)—lightly enough not to break skin—but refrains from doing so as things continue to escalate, not trusting his self-control in those moments. Killing his partner would absolutely kill the mood too.
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Everyone wish me luck. Finally have a phone call with my family doctor (still another 3 weeks until I can talk to my psychiatrist) so hopefully she can do something for me in regards to my mean brain bc this shit’s hard
Loud & Deafening Silence hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take . (max)
Max didn’t dance. Not only was she normally too self-conscious to even think about it, but she’d never really done it in the past. Not aside from a bit of dancing alone in her apartment with music blasting, singing off-key at the top of her lungs. Dancing with another person, though? The sort of dancing Dwayne apparently wanted her to do? That had always been out of the question. (It wasn’t like anyone had wanted to invite someone like her to prom.) But now here he was, doing a little half-bow in the square with his hand held out to her, that damn, playful smirk on his face.
Inviting her.
She shouldn’t. It was a bad idea, she was sure of it. Then again, wasn’t everything with him? She looked around briefly, chewing on her lip. Knowing her luck, there would be pointing and laughing and—
No one was paying attention to them. No one batted an eye when she gingerly took his hand. She let out a small, surprised laugh when he twirled her in without warning, cheeks warming as he pulled her close, taking her other hand and placing it on his shoulder. “I’m going to step on your feet,” she warned him, looking down at her own in an effort not to.
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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)
→ 𝐈 . GENERAL
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . ❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down . ❛ door . hold a door open for my muse . ❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . ❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair . ❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take . ❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing . ❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] . ❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST
❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . ❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare . ❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them. ❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . ❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told . ❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope . ❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground . ❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry . ❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE
❛ wink . wink at my muse . ❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] . ❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face . ❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair . ❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest . ❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . ❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms . ❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder . ❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] . ❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue . ❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse . ❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after . ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
→ 𝐈𝐕 . VIOLENT
❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face . ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse . ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back . ❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object . ❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground . ❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse . ❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . ❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. ❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse . ❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
→ 𝐕 . NSFW
❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse . ❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] . ❛ go down . go down on my muse . ❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops . ❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse . ❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body . ❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .
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