#muchmorethanmuses

Kylo Ren approaches Galatea, panthering and fully armored, leather palm hidden, steering the tides in his favor. Nearer Galatea folded in her chair and lapping juice from her wrist, unwittingly making a space for him in her veins. He may be another jagged scar tracing her forearm, her spine. 

"This place will quash you."

Though it appears he will not. He sits, observes the dripping orange, perched hawk on her outcrop. 

I must appear as a corpse to you.

Some hawks are scavengers. But not all. 

"You do see reasons." He corrects Galatea, with helm tilted, this bright and curious thing, this sword-colored and latticed thing, all its soft distortions. "You see stars." 

Black steel meets green kyber, not for the first time. Galatea holds his visor in her lack of fear. Nectar dripping from her palm. Ren held his sigil beneath his tattered stole and released it under his cloak. He could get what he wanted; he was learning- there were ways hashed from will, and there are effective ways. 

Some require patience. 

"You see them in your dreams," Ren murmurs, durasteel animus listening for motion in the brush. Waiting. "You know you're bigger than Affadar, don't you?" 

His mask winks at her in the scant sun. Rubble and sun motes crowd his boots and swirl around his fingers. Sensing desire. Longing and restlessness.

"What have you been waiting for?"

Thank you!

Link plz?

OH yes it occurs to me I could have just linked it, it’s on youtube...

Here it is!  The Jervis Tetch fan film inspired by JOKER.

@muchmorethanmuses​ said:

8, 9, 27, 34, 35

the be honest meme

8. Name any three things about the rpc that bother you.

Ooof well damn. We heading in that direction. Hm I could do a generalized thing mostly but lack of respect for female muses is a big one. I love to interact with them with my boys but I also write them. So I have noticed how easy it is for 60 here to get interaction and basically have people all over him compared to female muses who have to prove something. Which why? Why do they? Female muses should get the same treatment and this one really just irritates tf outta me. Another one would be those who cannot separate fiction from reality. That whole cancel culture on someone who write dark content can go home. We’re all adults (most of us anyway) and we know right from wrong. We don’t condone the dark content and subjects we write. Miss me with that SJW bs. Lastly people going around telling others NOT to interact with someone. Use your blacklist function if you’re that hard pressed about it or unfollow. It’s simple. 

9.  What is your opinion on exclusivity? Do you practice it? Why / why not?

Not often since I’m open for interaction with say 50 million Connors lol but I have practiced it a little bit. There aren’t too many characters I absolutely do this for. The only one is Elijah Kamski. I have an exclusive Kamski (written wonderfully I might add) due to the fact I’m comfortable with the mun and they’re a close friend. There were never any other Kamski’s that stuck around to interact with me honestly. I might have some exclusive things where it comes to relationships and/or connections for Sixty but that’s more verse stuff. So that’s as far as I go with it here. 

27. Do you follow people even if they don’t follow you back?

Typically I take a  little bit to follow only because I’m reading the blog information including rules etc. If someone doesn’t follow back I usually unfollow after a certain point. Just to keep an organized dash. Though this is a given considering I’m mutuals only. 

34.  Have you ever cried while writing a reply?

Answered here uwu ---> click

35.  Do you read other people’s threads or do you only read your own?

HO-KAY this goes under a read more because you’re evil and indulge me too much kdasfdjkadfkd

Arrian’s gaze flicks from Braith to Alastair because, yes, he does hear him. Unlike Braith he’s not deaf. His voice stays quiet too - it doesn’t have the same crouching danger that Al’s does, in fact, if anything - it is drowned in disappointment and something like sorrow. There is a sort of weariness to his tone that would be more understandable were this a frequent occurrence instead of a first transgression - but that may have been born from something he sees as his gaze sweeps over his first born and Al - settling on the other man. “Do you know how old she is?” He asks - she’s eighteen - an adult in both the magical and non-magical world (and he can only assume that given their surroundings - this man is decidedly not magical) but there doesn’t look like there’s that much between the age of his daughter and the gap that must separate her from Al.

“Or has she been lying to you as well-? Because forgive me for saying it, but you don’t much look like a ‘Sarah’.”

“Dad. Stop it. Please.” She had deliberately avoided discussing with Al what her parents had thought about her moving in with him (after all, she had just basically stopped going home instead of ever officially moving in) and - it wasn’t that she’d lied to Al about it exactly but… Well. She’d just avoided confirming what she’d told her parents about what she was doing and where she was. “It’s not like that, we’re not… Like that.”

“You know she’s deaf, right?” He’s addressing Al again, voice level and calm. “She is young and vulnerable and you’ve taken advantage of her..?”

He doesn’t give a shit about the disappointment and whatever else the man is feeling right now. All he cares about is keeping Braith safe and happy and both of those points seem to be in danger thanks to the man’s appearance.

“Old enough to make her own decision. Look, ’S MI A THA COMA. Maybe you should think about why she even needed to lie to you in the first place.” Alastair makes no move to pull his punches even if they are verbal ones in this moment. He honestly didn’t care what Braith had told her parents, had trusted her to make her own decisions, knowing off the consequences.

There’s a moment when she thinks that he’ll take her seriously for once, break the pattern of destroying any serious moment they might have. But no, it only wakes a second and she’s rolling her eyes at his comment, biting her tongue so as not to let the expletives that are bouncing around her skull out. “I’ll have you know that I can make beans on toast without burning either the toast nor the beans now. ‘Sides, you’d eat my cooking if you were hungry enough.”