#ajmuses

Today is World Creativity and Innovation Day.

Before I knew it, I’ve made 10 posts here! 

Stressed Out || Frankie x Blaze

Frankie hadn’t been this stressed since working at Madam Fosters. She dashed through the mall, close to breaking into a sprint, from one side to the other. Why did the supermarket have to be on the other end to the party store? Ironically, the mad dash through the mall reminded her of when she was working at Fosters; she had to make a last minute run to the mall and Bloo had just had to come with her. And then he dragged some of the other friends, and Frankie had chased them all around the mall, trying to avoid the security.

Ah! There it was! Frankie could see the bright neon lights of the sign and she increased her speed. Which was her worst decision yet. She hadn’t seen the boy walking towards her until the very last second - when her face was basically in his chest and she crashed into him, sending them both sprawling.

“Oh geez.” Frankie mumbled, rubbing her elbow where it had hit the floor. “Man, I am so sorry!” she continued, rolling onto her side. She pushed herself up onto her forearms and looked at the boy. “I should’ve been paying more attention. Sorry.” Frankie was so frazzled and worried about hurting the person she’d run into that she didn’t notice her bags, and everything in them, go flying. 

The words came as a surprise to Isaac. He’d been curled up in the library, on a comfy arm chair next to a pretty blonde girl - that for some reason looked a little familiar. He’d been so caught up in reading his book, he hadn’t noticed that the girl had inched a little closer to him.

He glanced at the page number of Simon vs the Homosapien Agenda and then looked up at the girl.The blonde was staring at him over his book, looking a little nervous and he smiled softly at her.

altering this a little so that both of our muses are captive in a lab bc i couldn’t figure out an idea for the initial prompt xo

prisoners // starter for @ajmuses

A mixture of terror and rage coursed through Luna’s body causing it to violently shake as she curled up in the corner of the cage. This was what you got for trusting a man, she supposed. Manipulated and lured into a cage to be experimented on as if she was some fucking animal. Luna squeezed her eyes shut. Perhaps when she opened them she would be curled up at home, tangled in her makeup stained sheets with sunshine pouring in through the open curtains.

When they opened, however, she was exactly where she had been. Without much thought, her fist shot out and connected with the metal bar of the cage in a burst of anger. “Ouch,” she muttered as her knuckles stung from the impact. 

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to finally consider her surroundings. The room was filled with metal bars trapping others as she was. She couldn’t see most of them and figured they were probably towards the backs, sleeping probably as it appeared to be pretty late. Luna peered into the cage next to hers, seeing a boy sleeping with his back to her. She shifted to the edge of her cage closest to his, tapping on the bars and clearing her throat. 

“Hey,” she hissed, tapping the bars again and hoping it would get his attention.

magical chicken nuggets // starter for @ajmuses

Tabby looked over at Eli from her spot lying on the floor of her living room. She snorted, tossing the Growlithe plushie she was holding into the air and catching it again. Idiot. He was such an idiot.

“Maybe next time you should put on a timer,” she said, watching him stare disappointedly at the far too crispy nuggets he had just placed on the counter. “I’m not going to help you magically un-burn those things.” She screwed up her nose. “Chicken nuggets are gross.”