The Tragedy Of Mortal Life Wasn't Unknown To Zack. He Oversaw The Fields That He'd Named His Band After.

PHOEBE TONKIN getting ready for the Zimmerman Fall RTW 2025 fashion show (March 10, 2025)

Ffffffffffffffffffffffffff I wanna write so badly, so I'm gonna reblog some memes. I haven't finished my muse page, but I want to write here. Fight me about it.

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Some would call it coincidence. Others would call it providence. Helena, however, knew that the king ending up in her care was neither. Although they'd managed to operate in secret for generations, it was only a matter of time before the coven was discovered and targeted. After all, they had their fare share of connections to the beings the murderer sleeping in the other room seemed hellbent on extinguishing. Monsters, he called them. Her lip curled just at the thought of the word. A few of her own friends had even fallen to Valor's sword. Someone had to stop him.

So when battle had started to brew, the witches began weaving their web. They'd offered their support to his enemies, empowered their forces and their weapons, but they'd made sure he didn't fall. That would only enrage his entire realm. They would seek revenge for their beloved king and fight harder. Someone would carry on his mission. No, they had to dismantle the entirety of that mission to save their ilk, and Helena had been happy to be charged with the task. She was going to pull it all apart. Only then would she kill him. For now, as much as she couldn't stand the thought, she had to keep him alive.

Healing magic wasn't her specialty, but she was decent enough, and she didn't have to heal his wounds entirely. That would have been too obvious. She'd simply given him what he needed to hold on to life for the past few days until she'd increased the regenerative magic just enough to encourage his body to wake up. When she heard him stirring in the other room of the small cottage the coven had placed her in, Helena knew that it was finally time to face her mark. She took a deep breath and gathered a tray with a pitcher of water and some fresh bread that he very much didn't deserve.

"You're not alone." Helena announced as she stepped into the room, setting the tray down on a table in the corner before turning to Valor with a warm smile. "You should lie back down. You've been asleep for a few days. You'll need to go slowly." She paused and tipped her head to the side. "How are you feeling?"

status -> open to all 21+ muses *we do not have to be mutuals to reply! supernatural muses welcome, too! + canons if applicable but will be selective*

setting -> my muse, inspired by arthur from camelot lore, is the king of a small realm && has been severely injured in battle. your muse, perhaps not realizing that he is the king, has taken on the task of nursing him back to health && saving his life. bonus points if your muse is on the enemy's side, or maybe does know who he is && has other intentions, entirely utp!!

my other opens - always accepting responses!

i should be dead. it was the first thought that floated through the throbbing agony of king valor's mind, before the full force of the pain hit his body. bones, broken. flesh, torn. he last remembered the devastating swing of a sword- a blurred face with lifeless eyes as they swung to claim his own... valor startled fully awake. groaning as he sat up, nearly passing back out again as color dazzled in fractals of his vision, bile rising in his throat as his body screamed protest to movement. maybe i am dead. he shook, trying to focus on his breathing, eyes wild as they took in unfamiliar surroundings. valor looked down, noticing his clothes were gone. the royal crest, the weapons, the armor... exposed, vulnerable, with bruises blooming over so many surfaces. " hello? " the king croaked, realizing how dry his throat was, how he was too weak to stand. to fight, to run. fear flooded his veins like ice. " am i alone here? "

Truthfully, Bradley was more horrified by the fact that she'd actually shot someone than the revelation that Dante wasn't entirely human. The gun had been collecting dust in the back of a drawer since she'd inherited her little oddities shop from the previous owner. She'd never had to use it before. She'd never imagined that she would have to. Most of the time, she forgot that it even existed. In all of the time that she'd looked after all of the sacred objects in the shop's walls, she'd never faced a threat, whether human or not. Fear and chaos had triggered instinct and driven the nymph towards it though. She hadn't thought; she'd just pulled the trigger, and now that the air was calming after the confrontation that Dante had come out of victorious, she felt... She felt stupid.

How had she not seen it? Dante always came in asking about things that had power, seeking artifacts that regular people shouldn't be putting their hands on. Once or twice, it would've been a coincidence. Maybe he just had odd taste in decor. More than that? She should have known. Contrary to how she felt, Bradley wasn't stupid. Quite the opposite, really. She should have put the very obvious two and two together to realize that he was something else.

But that was something to tackle later. Because she'd actually shot him. "Oh my god- you- I shot-" she blurted. Dropping the revolver with significantly less care than she should have, the nymph scrambled to her feet and rushed over to Dante. "I'm so sorry! I didn't- I was- are you-" her eyes landed on the bullet hole in his clothes that revealed unmarred flesh. No bullet, no wound even. Still, she had to ask. "Are you alright?"

open to females 30+

plot; dante, devil may cry inspired. half-human, half-demon, twin brother to vergil. devil hunter and paranormal investigator. your muse has known dante for a while now, for whatever reason you see fit. but they don't know his true nature. once a demon attacks happen in her presence, she is left absolutely afraid as dante's devil trigger works and he transforms into a demonic creature. once he is back in his human form, in fear, she shoots him. but that doesn't kill him, of course. she could be aware of the supernatural or not, it's up to you.

"------ That stung."Dante says as he grabbed onto his shoulder and saw blood there. "And you ruined my favorite trench coat, come on. Not cool."the half-demon huffed and looked over at her still holding the gun. "Can a guy just not have a gun pointed in his face every single day? I deserve a break. And a slice of pizza. Bleeding makes me hungry."Dante protested and looked down at his shoulder as it began to heal on it's own, thanks to his demon blood he reacted differently to many things, unlike normal humans or demons. And he healed quickly, and easily. The bullet got pushed out as the wound closed off, only what was left was a hole in his clothes where the bullet went through. "Look --- just put the gun down, yeah? I did save your life, just to remind you. I can explain - or at least try to."Dante shrugged and took a careful step towards her. "Bullets can't kill me, anyway - you're just going to ruin my clothes and it's kind of annoying, really."

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. this quotes range in intensity so discretion is given consideration the nature of the sentences. please make sure you change pronouns, names and/or location as you see fit.

"I can feel you watching me… even when you shouldn't."

"Tell me, how long have you been wanting this?"

"Your lips are too close to mine for me to think straight."

"If you're going to tease me, you'd better follow through."

"Are you going to make me wait, or will you come closer?"

"You look like you're fighting the urge to kiss me."

"If we keep pretending this isn't happening, it might get worse."

"The way you’re looking at me… it’s driving me insane."

"You know I can't concentrate when you touch me like that."

"One step closer and I won’t be able to stop myself."

"Your breath on my skin… it's hard to ignore."

"Is this how you planned it, making me want you more?"

"I wonder if you taste as good as you look."

"You don't realize how hard it is to resist you."

"You’re enjoying this too much for me to stay calm."

"It's taking all my control not to pull you into me."

"I think we're far past pretending now."

"You're making it difficult to be the good one here."

"If you keep this up, I might just give in."

"You don't have to say a word… your eyes tell me everything."

"You shouldn’t look at me like that if you don’t want me to react."

"What if I told you I can't stop thinking about last night?"

"Are you teasing me, or do you actually want this?"

"One kiss and I might lose control of everything."

"You've made it impossible for me to think of anyone but you."

"Do you always make it this hard to stay professional?"

"Your hands feel too good for me to walk away."

"If you wanted me to leave, you wouldn’t be standing so close."

"I think we both know what you’re really asking for."

"I can feel your heartbeat… and it’s not just from excitement."

"Don't act like you don't want this as much as I do."

"Every time we're alone, the air feels… heavier, doesn't it?"

"You’re playing a dangerous game, being this close."

"I never thought I'd be this tempted by you."

"Your touch is burning through me… in the best way."

"It’s getting harder to pretend I don’t want you."

"If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll forget we have rules."

"Are you trying to test my limits, or do you just enjoy the tension?"

"You’re closer than you should be… but I’m not asking you to stop." "I can tell by the way you're looking at me… you're tempted too."

"You know what you're doing, and it’s driving me wild."

"I didn’t expect you to be this bold, but I’m not complaining." "I can't tell if you're trying to push me away or pull me closer."

"There's a fine line between teasing and giving in… which side are you on?"

"You don’t have to say it, I can feel what you want."

"Every second I stand here, I want you more."

"Tell me to stop, and I will… but only if you really mean it."

"This tension between us… it’s only a matter of time before we snap."

"You think you’re in control, but I can see how much you want this."

"One touch, one kiss, and there’s no going back from this."

"Don’t pretend like you don’t want me to touch you right now." "Every time you look at me like that, it takes everything not to rip your clothes off."

"You’re making it really hard for me to be patient."

"I don’t think you realize how badly I want to have you right here."

"If you don’t stop teasing me, I’ll make you beg for it." "I’m not going to ask twice… come here."

"Keep pushing me, and you’ll see just how much I can take."

"Your body is practically begging me to take control."

"I can hear how your breath catches when I get this close."

"If you keep tempting me like this, we won’t make it out of this room."

"Do you feel how much I want you? It’s impossible to hide now."

"You don’t know how much self-control it’s taking for me not to touch you."

"Tell me you want this as much as I do, or I’ll lose my mind."

"If you want me to stop, you’d better say it now… before it’s too late."

"I want you in ways I shouldn’t even be thinking about right now."

"If I kiss you, there’s no going back. Are you sure you’re ready?"

"Every second we’re apart, all I think about is what I’ll do to you when we’re alone."

"You’re making it impossible for me to focus on anything but you."

"I can feel how badly you want this… your body doesn’t lie."

"It’s only a matter of time before I lose control with you."

"If you get any closer, I might not be able to hold back."

"You have no idea how badly I want to tear this off you."

"One taste of you and I won’t be able to stop."

"The way you touch me makes it impossible to think straight."

"If I start, I’m not stopping until I’ve had every inch of you."

"You’re trembling… and it’s only making me want you more."

"I don’t think you understand what you do to me when you look at me like that."

"I want you so badly it’s driving me out of my mind."

"You’re not as innocent as you pretend to be, are you?"

"I can’t wait anymore… I need you, now."

He'd been watching her. For days, he'd had eyes on Aspen, lurking in the shadows at the edge of her world. Akira felt like he was losing his mind without seeing her, without even speaking to her. She hadn't reached out. And it was driving him mad. He was supposed to be with the rest of the band in the studio, but all he'd been able to think about lately was getting the taste of her on his tongue again. The studio could wait. It wasn't like the band was going to do anything without him anyway. He was their magic. They'd never have been elevated to the level they were without him.

A level that he should have been enjoying himself. He should have been reveling in the adoration that was only growing after the world had finally seen them perform live. He wanted to be reveling in it. But he couldn't. Instead, he was watching Aspen. He was watching her go about her days. He was watching her not try to call or text him, and when he saw her step out of her front door clearly dressed for a night out, he decided that he'd had more than enough. She couldn't keep just acting like he wasn't there.

Trailing someone wasn't hard. He'd been hunting for centuries. Getting past the door was even easier. Moving through the crowd too quickly to be noticed, he'd tucked himself into a booth in the corner. For once, he didn't want to be the center of attention. He planned on waiting a little while to see what her goal here was, though his entire body had gone tense and ready to strike when he saw some pathetic little man zero in on his lamb. Shadows abandoned, he appeared behind the blonde, and he didn't even have to threaten the fool who thought he could have a piece of what Akira had already claimed. Just the glare was enough. Although it shifted to a smirk when she proclaimed that she was spoken for. It remained as such when she finally turned to look at him.

"Don't be silly. Sometimes I project images of the horrible death I'm planning for them into their minds." He replied, all too pleased with himself. Just as quickly though, his smirk dropped. He stepped forward to crowd her without a second thought. Respecting personal space had never been his strong suit, least of all with Aspen. "What are you doing here? This isn't your kind of club." They were all...human. What could she possibly be pursuing here when she'd had tastes of other worlds?

status: closed

for: @satcnized

it wasn't often that aspen dared venture out to a nightclub or other such place. she felt like she was crawling out of her skin and needed to do something. especially since it had been a good month or so since she had seen or heard from akira. she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. he still confused her endlessly in more than one way. she never imagined that they would become so tangled up in one another after that one night.

she had opted to have some liquid courage before going on the dance floor. after a few dances, she wanted to catch her breath. though she never imagined that some random guy would approach her. she had seen his friends all watching from their booth. it was clear they were plastered and she was frozen. it had been what felt like an eternity since someone had expressed any sort of interest.

before she was able to even utter a single word, she felt a presence behind her. her heart seemed to kick start as she noticed the guy's expression change. the blonde inhaled sharply," sorry, i'm..spoken for." her head turned to see that she was right in her assumption," do you just glare? to get your way?"

🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 / 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  i can't stop thinking about you even when i try.  ❜ ❛  every time i see you, it's like my heart skips a beat.  ❜ ❛  i never realized how much i needed you until you weren't there.  ❜ ❛  do you ever feel like there's something missing ... like a piece of your heart is somewhere else?  ❜ ❛  i wish i had the courage to tell you how i feel.  ❜ ❛  if only you knew how much you truly mean to me.  ❜ ❛  do you ever wonder what it would be like if things were different between us?  ❜ ❛  sometimes i wonder if you ever think about me the way i think about you.  ❜ ❛  i had a lot of dreams about you recently.  ❜ ❛  somehow, you're always on my mind.  ❜ ❛  i think i've been in love with you since the day we met - scratch that, i know i've been in love with you since the day we met.  ❜ ❛  my biggest wish is to hold you close and never let you go.  ❜ ❛  all my life i've felt like a part of me was missing, but with you i've finally found it.  ❜ ❛  you deserve better than who i am right now, but i'm gonna keep trying to become someone you do deserve.  ❜ ❛  every time you smile at me, i get this flutter in my chest.  ❜ ❛  do you think i'll ever be worthy of your love?  ❜ ❛  i want to be the person to make you happy. the one person you can always come to with whatever you need.  ❜ ❛  will we ever get another chance together?  ❜ ❛  you were the best thing that's ever happened to me.  ❜ ❛  my biggest regret is ever letting you go.  ❜ ❛  i'm still in love with you ... and i honestly never stopped.  ❜ ❛  when i wake up in the morning, you're the first person i want to see.  ❜ ❛  every time i wake up, i check if you wrote me another message.  ❜ ❛  i wish i could be as important to you as you are to me.  ❜ ❛  it hurts when you don't talk to me like you used to.  ❜ ❛  i miss everything about you, your touch, your laugh, your smile. i wish i could have that back.  ❜ ❛  i want to fall asleep wrapped in your arms.  ❜ ❛  hold me closer; i always feel safer when you're with me.  ❜ ❛  there's so much i wish i was able to tell you.  ❜ ❛  i know things aren't easy right now, but i want to remain a fixture in your life. after all, you're one in mine.  ❜ ❛  i miss the way you always made me smile.  ❜ ❛  you're the reason i keep holding on.  ❜ ❛  maybe we're supposed so to remain a case of 'right person, wrong time' forever.  ❜ ❛  if only you knew how i feel about you.  ❜ ❛  i'm yearning to hold your hand in mine.  ❜ ❛  i think you are the one for me, and i hope one day i'll be the one for you, too.  ❜ ❛  do you think i'll ever become more than a friend to you?  ❜ ❛  my heart belongs to you, always and forever.  ❜ ❛  my first instinct is to protect you, no matter the cost.  ❜ ❛  i've been thinking about us a lot lately.  ❜

@lostwcnderlands said: [ SLOW ] for sender to sensually undress receiver

from: smutty and intimate prompts (accepting)

It wasn't like this was the first time he was going to see her. On the contrary, she knew that Rayan had already seen her. Countless times. With the way she avoided looking at herself as much as she could, he probably knew her body better than she did at this point. Still, he'd only ever seen her one way. He'd only ever seen her online persona intimately. Selene was the one he'd been looking at, charming and confident and so entirely not her. Wasn't that who he wanted, who'd fueled his obsession? Would he be disappointed to finally see Cody herself? And why was the idea that he would so heartbreaking to her?

Fear made her breath tremble as he crouched down and slowly dragged her sweatpants down her legs, lifting one after the other at the knee to pull them away completely. Even just the air hitting her skin made her flinch. There went one piece of her armor. She thought about running. Where would she go though? The apartment was only so big, and he'd already proven that he would chase her. No matter how she tried to hide, he would find her. Always. Her demon, her shadow- there was nowhere she could go where he wouldn't follow. Watching her. Looking at her.

And she'd almost grown accustomed to it since the first night she'd faced him. The weight of his golden gaze almost didn't feel so suffocating now. That wasn't when she was exposed to him though, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut when he rose and took the hem of her shirt with him. The rest of her body complied, her arms lifting as the tee was pulled away, and for just a moment, it didn't catch up to her. The knowledge that she was standing before Rayan in nothing more than her underwear didn't quite process. The mere thought that she was allowing it seemed so impossible that it couldn't be true.

Then her eyes opened. Her stomach turned. Cody instinctively curled in on herself, hugging her body over her bare breasts to hide herself as best she could. "I'm sorry." She choked out. "I just- give me a second." The dhampire swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing. "Should I- do you want me to be her? You- you'll like it more if it's her."

plot: It's ren faire season, and the guy who's taken an interest in your muse has a suspiciously good costume. Complete with horns and a tail.

muse: Alexei Valdis. 1,439/27. fae. magic dealer.The Lord of Blood

open to: m/f/nb (21+)

Please do not like my starters.

It was the most fun he’d had in months. Dropping his glamour, Alexei couldn’t help but bask in the way that everyone fawned over him. Among the bad costumes and fake adornments, he stood out with his delicate, curling horns and tail that flicked around with shocking realism. With his glowing skin and golden eyes. With the way he moved silently across the gravel on the ground that should have crunched beneath his feet and the warm scent of earth and smoke that trailed behind him. He was too graceful and too perfect among them, but he didn’t need to hide here, and he’d found a particularly lovely little human that had been hanging on his every word as they played their way through the day.

As the sun began to set, the torches that were lit began to reflect the devious glint in his eye more clearly. He’d always enjoyed playing tricks, toying with the mortals in their world. He could do better though, and reaching for their hand, he began pulling them to the edge of the fairgrounds, where the forest began and his world awaited. With a reassuring smile tossed over his shoulder, he tugged them along. “I want to show you something. Don’t tell me you’re getting nervous now.”