@mo-mo-and-porkchop / @myriadxofxmuses sent 💓💐 to go out on a romantic outing & to give my muse flowers ft. silas & miley

things hadn't been as rocky as she expected them to be. actually, the two continued to work on their relationship since the story had come out. miley wanted nothing more than to leave that in the past and there was no way she would ever hurt him like that again. she was smoothing over her outfit for the evening when she heard the man come up behind her, causing her to turn and her face to light up at the sight of the flowers in his hand. "you didn't have to get me anything." she cooed softly and pushed herself up on her toes to give him a proper kiss, showing just how thankful she was for them.

once she pulled away, one hand grabbed his and the other took the flowers in hand. "come on, i'm excited to see what you have planned." she confessed, her smile growing as she tugged him out the door. she was sure that whatever he had in mind would be perfect and she was really just looking forward to spending time with him.

it didn't take long after the two of them made it to the car for the two of them to start their romantic evening together. what he had planned was definitely more than she could have asked for, especially considering she still felt as though she had a lot to work for when it came to fixing their relationship. though, tonight momentarily made her forget about her mistake and made her realize just how lucky she was to have the man by her side.

peering up at the man after he revealed the scene he laid out for the two of them, she smiled. "it's beautiful, silas. i really don't deserve you."

@myriadxofxmuses | chey & silas

It didn't exactly feel like Christmas. Though the weather was nice and cold in Texas for once, and she was visiting her folks and the two brothers that could make it, the holiday didn't put her in the slightest festive cheer. Truth be told, it had never been her favorite holiday. She loved being around her family, but this time of year had always been a little harder on her. Maybe it was also her own loneliness creeping in. Her brother's had brought their respective partners and opted to stay at a hotel, leaving just Chey and her parents alone in the house she once called home.

She took a walk that evening around her old childhood block and let the glow of all the decorated lights guide her in the dark. Her hands were shoved deep into the pockets of her hoodie, only occasionally coming out to adjust the beanie on top of her head. The neighborhood was beautiful and the cold air felt nice on her skin. She stopped at one house and chuckled to herself when she noticed their reindeer decor. There were at least three reindeer figures that looked like something terribly wrong happened to them - crossed eyed, wonky smiles on their strange little faces. She took her phone out and snapped a picture before sending it to Silas with the following text, Just learned Santa's secret to making his reindeer fly - meth.

With a small and slightly sad smile on her lips, she put her phone away. Maybe that was another reason this holiday didn't feel right... she was missing him. Chey continued walking around the block until she came back to her childhood home. Sniffling from the cold, she began to wander up the driveway until she spotted a figure standing there. Moving her beanie from out of her eyes, she thought she was imagining things.

"What the..." A huge smile found her lips and she wasted no time before running over to him, practically jumping into his arms. It was Silas. How the hell was he here? "Am I imagining this right now? What the hell are you doing here?"

The Blessed Event {Morgan & Oscar}

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February 14

“Here comes another one,” Morgan moaned, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth as she’d been taught. She knew that every contraction was a step closer to Kelly being in her arms, finally, but why did it have to take so long? “Oh! Ohhhh…”

She’d called Oscar at about three that morning, shortly before her water broke. It was half past eleven now. Nearly lunchtime. Of course, the laboring mother didn’t really have much of an appetite. Things were picking up. Contractions were now less than three minutes apart. The pain wrapped around her lower back to her front. She leaned forward onto the island as the surge continued, as her doula squeezed her hips. Her upper body was elevated on her forearms. Sweaty hair was pulled back into a loose bun.

Her hand shot out, grasping onto Oscar’s. The moan became louder as the contraction continued. As it dissipated, Morgan stood up straight before hugging Oscar. Her eyes were heavy, as she’d been awake since just after two. In her first-time naïveté, she thought baby would be here by now. “She’s a Valentine’s Day gift.” Her speaking voice is soft. She was about to expound on the importance when her body stole her away once more.

This time? It felt different. Baby was a lot lower now.

Morgan hugged Oscar more tightly, arms snaking up his back to his shoulders. She bellowed into his chest. Oh, the midwife knew that sound: transition. Soon, Morgan dropped into a squat, her head thrown back and eyes closed. Clearly, Morgan wasn’t that far off in her estimations. Her hands wrapped around Oscar’s wrists.

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                                                        ✧･ﾟ  𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.

       Granted, the longer Rachel had waited in line, the more he'd contemplated whether this was worth it. Or a good idea. He already spent a ton of money on the festival tickets and this would be an overkill. He had to think of other things, too. How safe was it really to get a tattoo in A MAKESHIFT PARLOR ?? Where these people legit artists? Or would he have to walk around with a life-long reminder of making a horrible decision?

       Christ alive... he was overthinking this. 1 hour ago he really wanted this. So, back to the old excitement. Even if he remembered how hyped he'd been about the ordeal, there was still A LIGHT UNEASE spreading in the pit of his stomach as he sat here and observed the young woman working on his forearm. He chalked it up as the brain-ramblings of a man in pain. It was probably the insane amount of shading. Of course that got to him. Yeah, that must've been it.

       Rachel refrained from flexing his muscles, even if the need was strong. A soft frown crept across his features. ❛❛Hey, my fingers feel numb. Is that something I should worry about or do you get that all the time?❜❜ Yeah, making conversation... that would do the trick.

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8)  sender remembered something receiver mentioned they liked and brings it or something related to it as a gift. (From Daryl 🥰)

Beth took a moment to study the leather-bound journal in her hands. It was nicer than any she’d ever had. In the before times, she’d always scribbled notes, random thoughts, song lyrics, the recount of her day, or dreams for the future, into cheap spiral notebooks, like ones used for schoolwork.

In the after, her entries had darkened, changed to recounts of those they’d lost, lists of the things she wanted to do before she died, and scribbled confessions of fear she didn’t dare share, not when her place within the group was the sweet, little sister.. the idyllic and innocent youngest daughter.

It had been so many years now since she’d even taken the time to put pen or pencil to paper. Too much loss to record, too many fears to pull a single one from the jumble of her nightmares, too many things she’d never do or see.

With reverence, she ran her fingertips over the worn cover before she opened the blank tome. The yellowed pages flipped easily despite their age. It was strange, but seeing the empty pages filled her with something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Hope. Yes, there was still so much darkness that she could pour into the pages, but that was no longer her first inclination.

A soft snap accompanied the close of the journal as Beth suddenly hugged her friend. Though he probably wouldn’t thank her for the impulsive gesture, she smiled and squeezed him around his midsection. “It’s beautiful Daryl, thank you.”

continued . . . for silas of @myriadxofxmuses!

jiwon would like to believe in things such as fate. the concept of a soulmate, someone so innately in tune with another that there must be no other explanation, is appealing. despite his record of failed relationships, jiwon still wants to hope that such a thing exists. that the universe has a way of arranging the little details in their lives yet still leaves room for happenstance. his friends come closest to those dreams, having stuck with him through the rocky journey that is recovery. these are the thoughts bouncing in his head when jiwon gets the text. he's in the area, close enough meet them in a 15-minute walk, and done with work for the day. fate or coincidence?

whichever it may be leads him straight to the studio. at first glance, the request is innocuous. albeit rarely, artists have asked to speak with him before, usually for pick-ups or backing vocals. whether his voice ends up in the final track, jiwon never knows. he shows up to record, then goes home with a paycheck. today will probably be no different.

except it is. as soon as jiwon walks into the room, he feels something like the ghost of a conversation hanging in the air. something like static after knocking an elbow into the radio by accident. nervously, he fidgets with the strap of his gym bag and settles into an empty seat beside his friend. his gaze flits shyly between each stranger before finally settling on the familiar producer.

"so, um... you need me to record something?"

“I thought I’d never set foot in a place like this, but here we are. Congratulations on making my life a little more miserable.” or. “The only thing I trust humans with is dying when you shoot them.” (for E. I couldn't decide which one could be more effed for him. 🤣)

her eyes practically roll into the back of her head as Ethan complains aloud. "god, get over it! It's a fuckin' Ikea. If you didn't break the bedroom mirror, we wouldn't be here." she makes an attempt to ease his irritation with the comfort of an assuring hand hold, entangling her slender digits within his. She pulls him close and grins, "maybe next time you want to slam me into something, it won't be something so fragile." she playfully bites his arm before leading him into the direction of an array of long mirrors. "not that I'm complaining. The night was well worth it, but now you're all pouty about having to make a public appearance ."

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She wasn't wrong but she also couldn't really agree with it all either, probably out of pure stubbornness but this lady had no idea what she's been through or why she is the way that she is. Having people to worry about is what worries her to begin with. Life isn't without risk, though, she was certainly correct about that one. Choosing which risks to take is hard.

Bailey doesn't say anything but anyone could tell just by looking at her face, she definitely wasn't happy. At this point anything that came out of her mouth would likely just be to disagree and argue against whatever the other said just out of sheer spite. But, alas, she chooses not to say anything. The expression on her face spoke well enough for her. A lot of anger in a small body...

Though at least all that anger loosened up when the woman introduced herself, giving a name to the face. Sydney. The girl shifted on her feet, her head dropped and as she pondered whether or not to give her name, she stared at the corpses of walkers on the ground.

Her arms swing out as she lifted her head, ❝ My name is Bailey. ❞

Cont. from @myriadxofxmuses || Vera and Oscar (x)

"Sounds like a hell of a day and sounds like you need a drink just as much as me." Vera chuckled as her friend sat down, elbow on the bar as she watched him. "You're welcome to vent about it or if you'd prefer, we can talk about literally anything else. Your choice."

The trip to the Capitol for the annual Hunger Games had been worthwhile. As exhausted Finnick was underneath that poised, cocky shell he wore at all times unless he was in the safe keeping of his home with Mags and Annie. But there was a real chance, he believed, that one of his Career tributes would survive the Games this year. It was a mixed feeling, of wanting them to live and also hoping for their quick death in the arena so they did not have to live through the terrors of being a Victor.

Once they had made their grand entrance into the Capitol, the tributes would be more or less left to their own devices of training. Finnick tried to be as present as he could in that first week before they were tossed into the arena; however, he had other obligations that were always more pressing.

The interview with Caesar Flickerman in front of the most loved Capitol live audience was a surprisingly different scenario. Finnick kept close with his tributes as they waited behind the stage. It was a quieter scene for him, playing Mentor there rather than finding his seat in the crowd. For all anyone knew, he was out on a rendevous. His green eyes took in every tribute that stood in the room with them measuring up their physical appearance to the scores given. Finnick whispered a couple more encouraging words to both tributes before he began strolling along the premises.

Feets halted as, yes, his eyes had still been elsewhere when he bumped into the District Seven tribute girl. It had not been planned; however, the accidental incident was not opposed by him. Finnick gave her a winning smile. “Pretty dress there.” His teeth bit down gently on his lower lip. “It’s already winning me over so I bet it will work wonders for you out there.” A hint of sarcasm played on his words as he thought back to when they viewed scores how hers was a measly three. Poor girl.

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"Fine by me."

Tallahassee dreaded the day when all the gas will be gone. But hopefully, that day was far off so for now he'll just enjoy vehicles while he still can. Sure, he could find some horses and call it good but Tallahassee has never ridden a horse before and thus doesn't know how. So horses were out of the question. At least for now. He could also be like her and walk but that meant he could only carry so many weapons and supplies.

"Help yerself to the whiskey."

He offered as he got in on the driver's side. Once in he started the truck and took off down the road. After a bit of driving, they finally made it back to the heart of L.A. Which was totally barren except for a few zombies and cars. Paper and trash littered the ground. All the buildings were boarded up and closed off. Whenever Tallahassee saw a zombie on the road he purposely run it over.

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"Yeah."

Eli did indeed prefer to be outside the walls, he was most comfortable out there but it was also nice to actually have a decent bed when he wanted.

"No, I haven't. Like I said earlier I'm hardly ever here so I don't think he'll take my worry seriously."

Of course, he'd never tell the King that. Eli already thinks that the leader trusts others too easily. But from Eli's experiences, he's had nothing but bad luck all his life so maybe he was a little wary of others. He's only been friendly to Daryl because of Odin, who normally doesn't take kindly to strangers.

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@myriadxofxmuses Morgan & Oscar!!

@myriadxofxmuses based on [ X ]

                                                        ✧･ﾟ  𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.

       One thing that came with working almost exclusively at night were the many weirdos you ran into. Some were less, some more deranged. Especially when they listened to BAD MUSIC and if your boss was one of them, you sure as hell had to suffer if she owned a venue. Jessamy had seen met all of them and right now, the latter was the primary problem. And she also made it the one of the guy who currently kept her company, stuck at the cloakroom as she was.

       ❛❛Yeah, so anyway... if I'm gonna have to listen to one more song by this goddamn band, I WILL HANG MYSELF with one of these fancy silk scarves❜❜, she told the other, leaning on the counter. Giving the fringes of the one closest to her a playful ruffle while she wished it was hers. Jessamy loved silk. Especially in purple. Especially with fringes. The loud music inside the venue paused. They were switching to the next song. Jessamy glanced at the closed door, waiting. Then the tune started.

       ❛❛What a shame.❜❜ She turned her head back to the other. ❛❛Guess today's the day. You think I can sue these guys for psychological torture in the workplace?❜❜

      Six years had passed since Rick’s supposed death. No one really knew what happened as there was never confirmation of his body. Almost everyone split off and did their own thing, Daryl had gone on his own. Half of the group was at Hilltop, the other at Alexandria while Carol was at the Kingdom. Julia had stayed back at Alexandria, helping out Michonne with the kids until she had gotten a bit better. She and the others made most of the decisions now. Yet she finally joined Daryl, needing her own time to grieve the friend she had lost, which the only place she knew was safe too was with her lover by her side.

      The two came back to the fold soon enough. Staying at Hilltop with him for the time being, glancing over at she saw him coming back from talking to Jesus. “How was catching up with him?” Julia asked as Daryl got close enough to hear him, reaching a hand up, hiding a yawn as she had grown exhausted from the day, considering it took a while to get here. Her eyes feeling heavy. 

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continued . . . for ofreyja of @myriadxofxmuses!

in total, jiwon sees no more than thirty minutes of the movie, and half of that had been through the spaces between his fingers. if it weren't for wi ha-joon and his gorgeous, chiseled cheekbones, jiwon would never have agreed to joining the watch party. he'd been baited, tricked, snared! tonight was meant to be a fun get-together, but all jiwon has done so far is scream and hide and beg to no avail to please watch something else. even when the credits finally roll and the dvd pops out of the player, jiwon stays hidden under the throw blanket someone had mercifully given him.

"you can't be serious," he wheezes from his shelter, curled up like a pill bug in the rain. to his horror, seemingly everyone else falls in agreement with ofreyja. they should know that this is how every scary movie starts: a group of friends laughing over rumours, egging each other on to explore a supposedly haunted building, and one by one they'll be picked off by a wicked entity. jiwon has to stop them before he takes on the role of scream queen.

"that's the dumbest suggestion ever. we literally just watched a movie about this! why couldn't we have just watched mean girls again?"