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The music is turned up loud which of course would be reason enough to someone to come into the club house. It was supposed to be empty but Kerrianne had been dropped off there so she was making the best of it. She sees someone enter but of course it isn’t her father. “Hello there.” She calls out before she puts her drink down, jumping down from the bar she had been sitting at. “Hope tha music wasn’t too loud I just got bored here by myself.”

She realizes that not many people knew she was coming she had only found out a few days ago herself. That had been so she couldn’t find an excuse to get out of coming to see her father. Clearly she would have been right to do that though because he ditched her a little too fast. “I’m Kerrianne Larkin- uh Telford-Larkin. I’m not sure if we’ve met I’m a bit tipsy.”

-gives offerings to the all mighty caiman goddess- // @stcrsloved​

Pink and crimson blossoms rush away from her, carried away by the Styx’s eternal power. She watches them til they twist around a bend, destined to circle the Underworld some seven times. What then, she wonders, will become of them?

Certainly, they do not arrive in the keeping of her companion. The Ferryman has admitted to see the flowers rush past his boat, but never taken one for his own. The question of the offering’s arrival weighs on her, even as she studies the water that rushes past her perch, near enough to touch. It’s the only sound in the cavern, she realizes. Even the gold-blinded dead have shrunk back from her in silence. It isn’t right.

Rising, she turns to meet her elder in shock. Dark eyed, resplendent, and wholly singular in her husband’s domain, Persephone has a way of drawing Hel in even as she winces inwardly. The other queen has always been a delightful hostess, a comfort over the long centuries of her own rule, and yet, Hel’s stomach twists into knots.

“I hope I have not offended,” she rasps, the scent of the fields still heavy on her gloved hands. “I meant to call upon Charon, and without gold, I... Make do.” Poppies belong to Morpheus, she remembers too late. Perhaps she has done something in all her childish games, which make her feel more a bashful maiden than a woman in her own right.

multi - muse game     :     suggest up to three muses for the mun to add to their blog.

@stcrsloved​ asked:

Muse suggestions meme: Rose Hathaway from Vampire Academy, Catelyn Stark from ASOIAF, Regina Mills from Once Upon a Time

{ OKAY, Regina has been in the back of my mind for YEARS at this point. Because she’s amazing and everything I love, especially during her Evil Queen days because, um, we all know I love my evil babes. But her redemption is so interesting too, especially through a maternal love, a love she never really received herself. I’ve just been holding off until the day I can force myself to watch the rest of the shit show that OUAT became. 

My Character Must Confess in 3s

Shh: Three things they wouldn’t want their parents to know.

Honestly I could see you playing Persephone, Makaria, or Melinoe really well. Or Rhaella Targaryen, or Andy from The Old Guard // @stcrsloved

so fun fact i have actually had j*anna l*nnister brainrot for two days now as i work on her bio. literally yesterday i was musing with my friend who plays t*win that rhaella and j*anna’s dynamic is so interesting because it can be interpreted so many different ways and i uh... kind of snowballed into the truth being rhaella sending her friend away to protect her from the monster in their midst but never having a chance to explain that to her, so j*anna assumes she was sent away as punishment for aerys’ behavior. like i have put myself in her headspace and it came... easily. so you may be on to something w. rhaella.