@immortalmuses, don't worry logan, it's not the shovel talk

ㅤㅤUpon seeing Logan relaxing, TJ can't help but shift her steps in his direction. Her expression turns thoughtful as she nears, the corners of her lips pressing together at the corners, her eyelids lower in concentration. This wasn't on her bucket list, but what's life without a bit of adventure?

ㅤㅤMaking sure he notices her before she jumps up & perches on the back of the couch, her right leg shifting outward as she peers at him in a couch.

ㅤㅤ" What's your intentions towards my father? "

@immortalmuses;

"I was taught not to make deals with a member of the Unseelie Court..." Nicky says it carefully, keeping his tone respectful so the creature before him doesn't take offense. Angering a Fae is just as dangerous as accepting one of their bargains...

"You had a sensible teacher," Joe nods with apparent seriousness, though his eyes are amused, "making deals with the Unseelie Court can be dangerous to some." But it turns out that they both have a vested interest in this forest, and Joe is more than willing to make a cut-and-dry deal with the witch to protect the space.

@immortalmuses Logan & Remy

Remy was smoking his usual cheap cigarettes, nursing a glass of bourbon. " Well, I don't know your secrets, I'm no visionary, " he quipped, peering towards his drinking companion over the rim of his sunglasses. His red-on-black eyes were barely visible thanks to the dark shades, but he liked flirting with danger and letting people peek into his eyes - usually they doubted what they glimpsed.

No such thing with his fellow mutant though. Logan had looked into his eyes too many times to ignore the fire burning in the red irises.

" So if ya got a plan, ya gotta tell me, mon ami. Use yer words. "

agron aesthetics - @immortalmuses

he absolutely doesn't need it but sparty does have scary dog privilege....the scary dog being agron

"I've another polo match this Saturday--" Henry's comment is casual (too casual?), tossed over his shoulder without looking back to see Alex's reaction. He's is half-obscured by the kitchen's cupboard door, rummaging for Jaffa cakes and some manner of tea that the American won't immediately spit back into his mug. Alas, there is no accursed /Lipton's/ in this residence. "Perhaps you might like to actually learn something about the sport this time? Rather than just, ah..." And here Henry does dart a glance towards Alex, color warming his cheeks, ".../touring/ the tack room..?" // @immortalmuses

Alex thought he'd been smart, relocating from their bed to the kitchen table, bringing with him his laptop and scrawled notes for the mock trial he was preparing. Surely, sitting in view of Henry would have the same affect of sitting somewhere in a library or a coffeeshop - he'd feel judged into keeping himself on task instead of scrolling some random website, checking c-span, or listing out something mundane, like the best take-out spots closest to their apartment ranked first by timeliness and than flavor.

Of course, Alex hadn't accounted for the fact that his boyfriend is both very hot and very distracting.

"Uh," he says rather ineloquently, looking past his laptop to stare at Henry. Alex wants to be annoyed, but he isn't. Henry's teasing always benefits him. One way or another, so long as Alex is patient enough to let it play out.

"I don't think I was only interested in the tack room," Alex adds, more decisively, a smile taking over his lips. "Your ass in a saddle is quite the sight - I think I've learned that plenty, but I can always do with a reminder."

@immortalmuses is a hawk among lesser birds

"I thought I would never love the desert the way I loved the sea," The Duke said quietly. As he watched the dunes stretched out before him the reminded him of waves caught in mid crest. He saw the beauty of it and understood it for the first time as a living thing just as the oceans of Caladan where. And yet he was still ill at ease with this place.

He prided himself on his control, his ability to command loyalty. Many of the Great Houses looked to him for guidance and leadership over the Padishah Emperor himself. Yet here on Arrakis he knew this counted for nothing, Atreides thrift and control had been cultivated on a world drunk with resources that could only be dreamed of here. And any true Duneman would be as impressed with the names of the Great Houses as hawk would be with the flight patterns of lesser birds.

The Duke returned to his suspensor chair brought from Caladan to sit across from the Fremen Naib. Yes, there was the rub, the Imperium and even the Sardaukar were lesser birds compared to hawks and eagles that were the Fremen. "I want the way to be clear between us," Leto said in the same tone of cool command he always used. "I would have speak to each other as equals and even friends."

It was the tried and true Atreides stratagem to offer honesty like this or at least the illusion of honesty. But in the end it was a mere feint of vulnerability. A trusted lure used when fishing for allies in treacherous waters or sands.

@immortalmuses said: HEY!

"What Lego set did Gabby put on her Christmas list?"

@immortalmuses asked: “ The multiple failed assassination attempts against me have helped build both character and self esteem. ” -- An actual thing said by Teddy "King of Gosh Darned Space" Altman Comedic Relief Prompts || Accepting

ㅤㅤ"Now if you could stop getting kidnapped, you'll be invincible."

ㅤㅤ"Y'know, historically speaking, the guys with the sword to rule them all are supposed to be the white knights."

@immortalmuses attends a farmer's market with aragorn! -

personally, aragorn is not all that bothered about the differences between organic heirloom tomatoes and the smaller tomatoes he can buy in a grocery store, but if organic heirloom tomatoes are what legolas wants to spend his saturday morning looking for ( as well as various other produce ), aragorn will happily tag along.

the market itself is a riot of colour and noise and people and it's actually far more interesting than he'd initially anticipated. before too long, he's been drawn into a conversation about the merits of fresh goat's cheese ( and he's even met the goat that had made his newly purchased cheese --- they're actually best friends now, and he's promised to come back next week for more ), when he realises that he's lost legolas to the crowd.

"...legolas?"

@immortalmuses asked: ❝ I’m not going anywhere, unless you tell me to leave, and even then, we might need to negotiate. ❞ { from Logan, to Morph }

"But, Logan-" they start to process... but when Logan needed company, even if he was trying to push them away, they didn't give up on him. They could imagine that he was coming from the same place of caring. "Fine. But this time you bring the beer."

They sat down, avoiding to look at him. Receiving help and support was uncomfortable. They were all too aware that beside Jubilee (and Roberto), they were the youngest of the X-bunch.

And Logan was the oldest.

"I don't know who I am anymore," they admitted in a low whisper. They were always more comfortable using someone else's skin. It allowed them to avoid dealing with their own complex feelings.

INTIMIDATION AND VIOLENT RP PROMPTS @immortalmuses sent weapon from vaako.

They were stuck together for three more hours at least. In Riddick's evasion attempts, he'd ruined both their ships. Now it was a matter of not murdering each other in the sinkhole they'd fallen into long enough for Vaako's so-called rescue party.

A shadow crosses over Riddick. His goggle eyes covet the weapon casting it: this cumbersome and spartan two-hander. Another creation of this necromonger pomp and circumstance that, truth be told, tickled him. Murderers pretending to be better than the average con. Gussied up in their tech and their sacrament and their ritual.

Riddick preferred to be plain-faced about his depravity. Off-grid, off-putting. Spare him the bullshit creeds to feel good about killing. Can't shame the shameless.

This amusement slips into his natural pout, looking as pleased as the cat that caught the canary when it should be the other way around.

"Compensatin' for something?" A metallic ringing — his blade glancing up the necromonger's weapon before tucking neatly, lightning quick, in that sweet little nook where that armor doesn't cover a joint. The promise of blood for blood, but until then, he maintains.

"Every human being deserves some ice cream."

Daphne had been sitting on the hood of the jeep (though with the modifications was it more of like, some sort of armoured truck now? at what point was it NOT a jeep and then a tank?). She had been attempting to clean and assemble a couple of their weapons - because look, she could go out at any time but she would not let herself die from something so stupid as not having a working weapon. That was a weird cliche in films she totally hated. Daph wanted to be anything but a cliche.

Instead, her mind had wandered to what once had been. When with the gang she tried not to be nostalgic. She felt things DEEPLY but showing those feelings? No. No, no, no. That was a slippery slope that she didn’t want to go down.

Shaggy’s appearance had startled her, though luckily not enough to fight back. Shit. ‘Magine if it had been some kooky creature? Getting killed because she was daydreaming was the biggest and cringiest cliche death.

“Fu— jeez, you trying to give me a heart attack, that’s just—“ She paused, tilting her head (almost like a familiar Great Dane did) as she processed his words. Fiery red hair tumbled over her shoulder as her brows furrowed together. Ice cream. Did he say ice cream? Uhm…

Okay. The cold treat was actually a good way to melt the redheads frosty demeanour. That and even Daphne couldn’t keep up her annoyance forever. A slight smile passed over her features though she quickly turned away and bit her bottom lip to avoid crying out in delight of ice cream. “You actually managed to find ice cream? Really?” She didn’t know how Shaggy and the dog Scoob were so good at sourcing food, but she appreciated it. “I have the urge to disagree with you, but I really can’t. Every human does deserve ice cream.”

general prompts + @immortalmuses

@immortalmuses

Scar Survey starters {{&&john&james}}

[COMPARE] The sender and the receiver compare scars.

john looked at his brother, and explained ❝i got this helping some mutants cross the boarder to canada. it wasn't as bad as it looks, luckily i heal pretty quick. what about that one?❞ he asked

"Philip's getting worse, isn't he..." Henry says it quietly, carefully, knowing how the walls have ears even here in Kensington Palace. He rests his temple on Bea's shoulder, their feet tucked together under the blankets of his bed, Bake Off a comforting white noise playing in the background. For now, it's just them, which means Henry can be honest in a way he can't be with anyone else.

He sighs, taking Bea's hand and fiddling with the rings on her fingers, "... he's starting to sound like Gran when he talks to me. If he talks to me."

Its so rare they get moments like this, or entire afternoons, and Bea is making the most of it, just getting to spend time with her favourite person. One arm is wrapped around Henry, her fingers playing with the strands of his golden hair, the other letting him play with the rings of her fingers as Bake Off plays in the background.

"I heard him talking yesterday," she murmurs in agreement, "ever since mum threatened to tell the council about granny, he's.... been getting worse." She moves a tad closer to her brother, if that's even possible, keeping her voice low. "Hen, I think there's a real chance he's going to try and force mum into abdication."

❛❛   he   won't   talk   to   me.   ❜❜         this   isn't   the   first   time   that   alex   has   experienced   henry   shutting   down   on   him,   and   he   also   knows   that   it   won't   be   the   last.   this   is   something   the   prince   needs   to   do   on   his   own   and   alex   knows   that   (   he's   heard   it   so   many   times   before   )   but   it   doesn't   make   the   experience   any   easier.   there's   a   light   in   the   darkness,   at   least,   in   the   form   of   pez   -   and   what   would   alex   do   without   him?   he   may   be   henry's   best   friend   but   he   likes   to   think   that   he   has   a   pretty   good   friendship   with   the   other   man   as   well.         ❛❛   david   is   with   him   and   i   haven't   heard   anything,   so   i'm   hoping   he's   just   sleeping   now   but   i   -   i   hate   not being able to help him.   ❜❜

starter call. @immortalmuses ( pez ) liked for alex.