Blood and Bones

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Indie -- Selective -- MultiMuse Blog

There are a number of fandoms and OCs that will be featured on this blog. This blog will aslo contain 18+ themes and will NOT interact with anyone under the age of 18 in any way at all.

I’d love to rp some destiel (my obsession has returned with vengeance and I can’t stop thinking about these two)

I’m open to writing either Cas or Dean and open to any kinds of plots!

Starter from Will to Eddie @queensxkid​

Hanging out with friend is fun they said, normally it’d have been fun but when all of your friends are having girlfriends it’s less fun and make you feel like a fifth wheel since Lucas had Max, Dustin had Suzie and Mike had Eleven which hurts the most to see them hang out. Will  decided to sit down on one of the tree trunks and sight as he watched his friends having fun. 

Relationships. Definitely something that had never been Eddie’s thing. Not for lack of trying but when you weren’t exactly Mr Popular, but instead the ‘Freak’ you were never on anyone’s radar. Plus liking guys was something that you kept very close to the chest. Now the whole town was out to get him, his past creeping back up on him and it all just left very little time for dating. With all the other kids paired off with their significant others Eddie casually sat himself down next to the younger Byers, two singles in a crew of pairs. “Sooo...looks like we’re the fifth and sixth wheels around here huh?” He said casually, offering the other an easy and hopefully supportive smile. 

he wasn’t the smartest tool in the shed, and steve would be the first to admit that… but even he noticed that eddie didn’t have much of a reaction to learning what they’d been dealing with, or to el. at first he had supposed that it was just shock but the more he thought about it, the less he thought it was just shock. “do you always gotta reference the things you know i don’t understand?” steve asked, though his tone was teasing. he sat opposite the other, watching him carefully. “how are you handling all of this, eddie? it must be a lot to deal with. not just the jocks that have it out for you, but the whole other dimension and this girl with powers and things. it’s a lot to take in.” 

and yet eddie was somehow doing it, as though none of it was a surprise, or something new. maybe it wasn’t to him. steve knew they’d all seen their fair share of crazy shit, and he was in no way going to be dumb enough to think that they could be the only ones to have experienced it. maybe eddie had too. “i just… this doesn’t all seem like a shock to you, eddie.”

-

For a moment, even in their up shit creak without a paddle situation, Eddie couldn’t help but crack a grin at Steve’s reply. “Obviously, where’s the fun if I didn’t? And I need all the fun I can get lately, you know because being wanted for murder isn’t enough.” Eddie joked, trying to make light of his completely fucked situation because what else could he do?

Well, a lot probably but he wasn’t ready to consider those kind of options...yet.

And people could say Steve wasn’t all that bright or didn’t see all that much besides a pretty face but Eddie knew they were wrong, Harrington just proved it by asking the laser focused questions. 

He had two options, try and play up the surprise more now, fake like girls with powers and crazy monsters wasn’t so damn shocking it had just finally hit him, or he could maybe go for the distraction tactic, change the subject, get the conversation away from him and his thoughts on all this. Because the more they all started digging into his past, Eddie wasn’t sure they’d accept what they found.

“Oh you know, just trying to wrap my head around crazy monsters from another dimension, weird kids with powers, and the fact that sleepy little Hawkins is out to get me. Guess it’s just taking a while to sink in.” He replied, offering a small smile and a casual shrug or one shoulder, trying to act like he was just in shock and dealing with it all, but Eddie knew he’d never been much of a liar. 

Eyes skimmed over the paper but he didn’t really take in what was actually written. Eyes began to be crossed as he tried to read, a sign that jet lag was starting to kick in. Maybe he needed sugar time more than he realized. “So why stress over it then?” He asked moving those eyes from the paper to his best friend and one of the few constants in his whirlwind life. Moments like this was his favorite, just the two of them like it had been years ago when the band was just a child’s wishful dream. So much had changed since then, for both of them and at times August wished he could go back and tell the young versions of them what was in store. “Speaking of which, how much more do we have before it’s done done? Like what all did I miss while I was in New York for a few days? Did Enz finally nail that wicked riff he was working on?”

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Oz couldn’t help but chew at his thumb nervously, an old habit he’d never quite been able to shake from when he was a kid, as he watched August read through the lyrics. He didn’t expect the other to get it, see the deeper underlying tones to the song and what Ozzy was trying to put to words. Ever since they were kids he’d had the biggest crush on his best friend, but August was straight, and so Oz had watched girlfriend after girlfriend come into his best friend’s life and only been able to dream about himself taking that place one day. 

“I dunno just...want to get it right.” He shrugged, fidgeting almost nervously before grabbing the unfinished song and stuffing it back into his beaten up old notebook before tossing that into his bag where it would remain hidden with many of the other ballards he’d written over the years. When the conversation turned to the rest of the album and their band, Oz let it flow away from the song. “Yeah he did, he went home once it was recorded. We’re pretty close just a couple more to flesh it out and then it should be finished. I’ll talk to Jem about getting more studio time.”

“Ah so it is sugar time,” August said with a smile, leaning up from where he was relaxing on the couch. Even as he moved the drumstick in his hand didn’t fall, still spinning around his finger. Practice, years of practice. Sugar time was something he had invited during their second album, needing an excuse to get Ozzie out of the studio and be a human for a few hours to reset his mind. Now August had a different white powder that kept him going but he could do some gummy bears. 

Slowly he stopped his twirling and set the stick down beside him as he leaned forward on his knees to look at the paper in front of his best friend the best he could at this angle. “Which song is this for? I thought you had most of it written by now…” 

-

Oz couldn’t suppress the small smile that pulled at his lips, nodding along with his best friend. They had picked up so many quirks and inside jokes over the years of friendship and being bandmates, almost like they had their own personal language just for the two of them. “Yeah, probably is.” He chuckled. Ozzy did think about rolling up a joint for them to share but then remembered he didn’t actually have any on him at the studio so quickly tossed that idea aside. 

When his friend leaned over to read what he’d been putting together, Oz had to stop himself from instantly snatching the paper away so he couldn’t. “Oh uh, yeah I’ve got most of the album written. This is just....a new idea I had. I don’t know if it’s going anywhere, probably won’t make it onto the album anyway.” He shrugged.

Drumstick in hand, it twirled around his fingers without August even having to look. It was as much as a part of him as his eyes or nose, never being too far from his drumsticks since he picked them up at a young age. It’s something he did to stim or fidget when he had to sit still which was what he was doing currently. Still a bit jet lagged from the red eyed flight he had caught the nihgt before, Ausust stifled a yawn trying not to fall asleep when his best friend spoke in what felt like hours.  “You okay there, Izzy?” Childhood best friends, August had many names for his bandmate; Izzy, Oz, tartaruga. Though honestly August didn’t even have to ask, seeing that look on his face many times over the years. Whatever part of the album Oz was working on was starting to wear and frustrate him. “Want me to take a crack at it? Or is it time for a sugar break?”

-

Oz almost startled when August spoke, having been so wrapped up in his attempts at writing that he forgot the other was even in the room with him, assuming he’d gone home or out for the night like the rest of the band. “Shit man, you scared me. I figured you took off hours ago.” He replied with a small chuckle, ring covered fingers running through his shaggy hair to snatch it all back into a messy bun. 

He sighed almost in defeat and tossed his pencil to the desk before leaning back in his chair. “You can try but the words just aren’t coming to me tonight. I think I should probably just admit defeat.” He shrugged. Ozzy was honestly a little surprised August was still in the studio considering he’d flown in late, he figured his best friend would have hit the town for drinks or something by now or just gone home to crash the jetlag away. 

It wasn’t uncommon for Ozzie to be up late into the night writing, he’d had the same old routine of creative expression since he was thirteen and wrote his first song, but lately he’d felt blocked. The music came easily, the chords almost seemed to write themselves but when he tried to compose lyrics for the songs he had more balled up cast offs than actual pieces of real material. 

The frustration was clearly getting to him after what felt like forever in the studio with no breaks, but the album needed to be finished or they wouldn’t meet their deadline for production. “Fuck.” He grumbled to himself once more, tossing aside another piece of paper into the growing pile. 

Years, it had been years if not longer since he last saw his brother. Leo was the opposite side of the same coin as his and he had dreamed of the day he could see his twin alive once again. Now that he was so close he could taste it but this– well he had to admit that if it was another god who held the ticket to see his brother in his hand then Ender was a bit hesitant about going forward. Leo was worth it of course but Greyson was right; they didn’t want to get involved. “Fuck, I can’t do this without you, as you have reminded me many many times.” A deep sigh as he ran his hand over his face, still showing the more vulnerable side to the other who was now basically a forced friend. “But I have to have him back. Without my brother a piece of me is missing…”

Greyson was quiet as he let Ender think, casually watching the other god as he sipped his drink. It was curious to watch him, see the wheels turn in his head. Since they’d been forced together by fate over a ring that could get them both something they’d lost, they had become somewhat friends, if not for the rocky start. “And I’ll keep reminding you if it means you don’t forget.” Horus chuckled with a playful smirk, teasing lightly. He nodded in understanding when Ender came to his decision, that he couldn’t be without his brother. “Okay then, we’ll get the ring. It will take a well crafted plan and we need to find out if he really is one of us or not, because that will complicate things.”

This caused Dionysus to pause his finger that was still circling the rim of his wine glass. He honestly hadn’t thought that it could be another god that held their precious ring. Fuck. “I assumed that he was mortal…” his words trailed off as he looked at the picture once again that now lied on the table, the man’s beady dark eyes staring back at him as if he could see Ender staring at him. If that was a god, could the two of them take him on for a chance to see their loved ones again? “What if he is a god,” his voice was still soft when he spoke, the confidence that usually oozed out of him gone. “Do we still go after it or do we just give up?”

It was a curious sight for Horus to see the other god go from confident and cocky to clearly worried. It certainly made him look almost mortal, a trait Greyson actually found more appealing. He didn’t like other gods much, they were all the same, arrogant and full of themselves and their power. Greyson had always preferred mortals, they were complicated, messy, but full of heart. “That depends on how badly you want the ring. If he is a god, I’m not that interested in getting involved, but that wouldn’t stop me from taking back what’s mine anyway.”

“I do believe that is what I said,” Ender said lounging in the very uncomfortable chair that he was currently lounging in, his index finger circling the rim of his wine glass causing the many rings on his fingers to glint in the dim light. It wasn’t his temple back in Naxos but he managed to make any room seem luxurious just by being in it, no matter who grim or dirty it was. “It shouldn’t be too hard, after all I am me and you are you.” Two old gods that the world may have forgotten but still powerful could easily take a puny mortal. “I believe this is the part where I say something along the lines of blood being thicker than water, or whatever that bullshit is. If it makes it easier for you, I could always say he was some long lost lover. Though don’t be too surprised when he looks just like me. Narcissism is strong in this one,” Ender said pointing to himself. 

It shouldn’t surprise Greyson as much as it did that the other had that full of himself attitude, but there was something almost subtly charming about it even if Horus had seen enough narcissist in his millennia alive. “Yeah, we are us but do you know who this guy is? I mean really know who he is? Because I’m not looking to get mixed up in more god business, I’ve spent the better part of the last two millennia trying to stay out of it.” Greyson spoke, sitting back in his chair, strong arms folded across his chest. Of course, he wanted the ring for his own reasons, he had unfinished business with Anubis and he was the only one who could resurrect him. “You could say it, but it’s more fun when he’s not.” Horus smirked. 

The flinches he saw on his brother’s face left him feeling victorious and also a bit ashamed knowing he was the one to cause that. Yet he didn’t show it, or even look back at him when he was fed excuses on why he couldn’t have contacted them until now. His mistress had told him these things before, but she also said there were ways around this hierarchy if one really wanted. It seemed that neither one of his siblings wanted it bad enough. “Is she here?” His voice was low, his back turned to the youngest Malikov son as he poured himself a glass of perfectly aged wine from his decanter. He had drank at the bar earlier as a way to ‘celebrate’ this new engagement he was tossed into but he wasn’t drunk enough for this conversation. “Es, is she okay?” 

As he turned to meet Q’s eyes, the vampire spoke for the first time since he walked into the room. Accent thick on his tongue he reassured, “she is here with her master, si. She–” Eliâs’ words were cut off with a flick of Ender’s hand drawing in the magical bind he had with his mistress. It was her magic he used in that moment to silence the vampire not wanting to hear the beast speak. “I was not talking to you,” eyes where bright red as he hissed at the vampire and slowly turned them onto Q once again. “So after years of no contact with us, you want to be one of us again? Why? Why should I help you when you are a monster wearing my brother’s skin?”

-

Quentin was about to explain that yes his sister was here and no she was far from okay before Elias spoke and began to try and explain, but it was Ender’s reaction, that familiar scarlet magic that Quentin knew to be Wanda’s borrowed for now, that had the young vampire seeing red. “Don’t touch him!” Q growled, eyes flaring with dark veins and fangs growing in his mouth in his anger. “No she is far from alright! She has been suffering like me all these decades as a slave until it was decided we would be turned! So don’t talk to me about how we abandoned you! Where were you when we needed you? Where were any of you! You all left us to rot! And now we are trying to survive as best we can. I was fortunate enough that Elias is my sire but Esme is bound to Varian and she suffers for it every day!” Quentin hissed angrily. 

“I never stopped wanting to be a sorcerer, we miss our magic every day. Maybe I thought you could help, that you might want to help us, your blood. But it seems like you’ve already turned your back on the both of us, or would this conversation be different if it was Esme and not me?” Quentin asked, trying to keep the hurt from his voice. He knew of all his siblings he was the one least loved by them all, only his twin cared.