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hey y’all!! i’m still finishing up my page, but LIKE this post if you would like a starter from one of my muses?? if you want a specific one, please reply or message me w/ who you would prefer. otherwise i’ll just toss a random one your way! and of course, my ims are always open if you would like to chat / plot!!
#so i decided to make a multimuse blog!!#so that way this one is just for michael and all his shenanigans#but definitely feel free to like this or come message me to plot over there!!#GENERAL / out of character.
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+ wergelds
it’s surprisingly hard to keep a smile off her lips, so she elects to drop her gaze and face forward, though she pauses a moment to see all his sharp edges dissolve into a smile aimed right at her. ❛ yeah, a little, ❜ a tone illuminated with laughter agrees. his question brings about a more pensive expression, however. she truly takes a moment to consider it and gives an honest answer. ❛ well, the simple ones — the ones like the one from tuesday — are funny; they’re easy — like you said, but there’s such a sense of… of SATISFACTION that comes when you solve a bigger case, like when you finally slide the last puzzle piece into place, you know ? and you can finally see the whole picture. ❜
michael waits for her answer, the perfect image of patience as his gaze tracks the way amusement shifts to contemplation on her features. she seems to be really considering the question, and he finds himself actually INTERESTED to hear what she will say next. “ not a bad answer, neighbor. but what about the ones where you’ve been unable to find that last piece of the puzzle for a while now? ” was his crew one with a missing puzzle piece for her and her team? he’s playing with fire here, surely --- what idiot willingly draws attention from someone in law enforcement when they have illegal activities going on almost nightly? arrogance will one day be his own downfall. but he enjoys it too much to QUIT, and instead continues to tease the flames. “ that must drive you crazy, right? ”
#*rolls in 4 days late w/ a coffee* sup#nO BUT IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE AND TRASH?????#our children deserve better :///#wergelds#MICHAEL DEMPSEY / conversations.
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i wanted to ask you….
/gets down on one knee
can our ocs hang out
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+ daydreamered·
“it wasn’t me!” ella stated, as if it wasn’t his wallet hanging from the small girl’s sticky fingers. despite only being seven, ella often roamed freely around the town, though this time, she was on her own sort of mission. “i just found it.”
@discharmed
“ you might’ve been born yesterday --- literally, even --- but i wasn’t. ” eyes narrow in annoyance as he speaks, flickering between the scraggly kid and his wallet. he’s been bested by a small child at his own damn game. “ if you’re gonna steal something, you really need to get some better excuses. ”
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+ secretarytm
【 @discharmed 】- For Michael.
❝ Listen, I need you to do a job for me. I would do it myself, but the target already saw me once. Think you can get past a Brinks Home Security System & a SentrySafe Model SFW123BUC? ❞ Robin’s contacts had put her onto the man before her, recommending him highly. He looks fairly young, but she’s sure he has the talent though she asks if he’s capable. She honestly needs copies of what’s in that safe or her entire case will fall apart.
“ --- yeah, EASY. ” The words are a confident declaration that spill from his lips, followed closely by a grin that betrays none of his uncertainty. He’s sure he can figure it out --- his record isn’t nearly flawless for nothing. “ What exactly is it that you need me to get from there? And please tell me it’s something interesting for once...my last few jobs have been rather boring. ”
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+ simplyamplex·
When he had been signed on, they had promised him in writing that they would do their best not to send him out on dangerous jobs. He had Kailani to take care of after all which meant that he couldn’t be gone for long periods of time. Sometimes though, it couldn’t be helped when they needed the extra man. Khai had gotten back only that morning, but he had spent the rest of the day alternating between hopping in the shower to let the hot water rinse away the blood and soothe his muscles and sitting in front of the TV with a beer in his hands. He hadn’t been expecting Michael to come bursting through his door unannounced, but that was likely the point. The big man just looked up at him with a blank expression on his face. “I know I look like fucking hell.” For a man with a daughter, he had never lost the dirty mouth. “Not pretending, but doesn’t mean I want to talk about it.”
he helps himself to the couch beside the other without so much as an invitation, gracefully stretching tired limbs out as he makes himself comfortable. “ i hope by now you know me well enough to know i won’t stop until i get an answer, so you might as well just skip the bullshit and tell me now. ” an amused smirk settles onto his features, but the humor doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he tilts his head in the other’s direction. concern bubbles just under the surface as he waits, but he carefully masks it behind easy jokes. “ i would offer to just go beat them up in your honor, but if they did that to YOU, then i really don’t want to know what they would do to this pretty face of mine. ”
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what i like about her is that she blooms whether you water her or not. whether you give her light or not. she exists without your existence.
iambrillyant (via pocmuzings)
#no1 look @ me for making another character...............#my shame is my OWN#MAISIE CONNORS / musings.
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+ floramourr
her eyebrows furrow, a look of confusion settling on her face at the fact that he seems to be really disappointed in what she had said. “vine is DEAD, michael. you have to get over it and move on.” her eyes roll, head falling back against the cushion of the couch the two of them are currently sat on. “why’d you have to bring michael jordan into it, huh? where is the correlation?? and to answer your question, no i wouldn’t. he’s taller than me and that’s intimidating.”
“ just because you don’t want to allow the JOY they bring into your life doesn’t mean others can’t, ” he huffs, dramatically rolling his eyes in return to her. “ come on, keep up! OBVIOUSLY it’s because michael jordan is the king of basketball or whatever, and i’m practically the king of vines. i thought that comparison would be fairly easy to catch onto, but i GUESS i should’ve expected this from a dirty, filthy vine hater. ”
#michael: she's DEAD TO ME#she had a good run........#can't believe vines are her ultimate downfall though ://#floramourr#MICHAEL DEMPSEY / conversations.
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Comforting Edition {Sentence Starters}
“I care.”
“I love you.”
“Just breathe.”
“I’m here for you.”
“You’re safe here.”
“Do you need a hug?”
“You, me, blanket fort.”
“You’re not alone in this.“
“It’s alright… I’ve got you.”
“You are important to me.”
“They won’t find you here.”
“You’ve been crying… why?”
“It’s alright to cry, you know.”
“What would help right now?”
“Shh, it’s okay. I’m right here.”
“Please, tell me what’s wrong.”
“We’ll face this together, alright?”
“You’ve been strong for too long.”
“You’re going to be fine, I promise.”
“I wish I could take away your pain.“
“I’m sorry that you’re in so much pain.“
“We can stay here until you feel better.”
“I brought you a hot drink and a movie.”
“If you ever need a friend, I’m right here.”
“You’ll kick this thing’s ass. You’re tough.”
“Do you want some tea? Would that help?”
“Tell me something: Why were you crying?”
“I’m right here. And I’m not going anywhere.”
“There’s no shame in crying when you need to.”
“You are stronger than this. You’ll make it through.”
“If you feel like talking, please don’t hesitate to call me.“
“Here, you can snuggle under my blanket. I’ll protect you.”
“You’re so much stronger than you give yourself credit for.”
“Hey, hey, look at me, okay? Just breathe. You’re safe, now.”
“I can’t imagine what it’s like for you. I just can’t imagine how hard it must be.”
“I might not be able to understand what you’re going through, but I understand you need someone here for you.”
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*..::.. msscre· ..::..*
she can see it, anyone could; he wants her to do this cheaper than the original asking price. she really wants to know who the ‘we’ is he speaks of- she also wants that golden crown on his head. maybe he has voices in his head, or maybe not. either way, she kind of wants to know. “usually i’d say cash or get out but i have a few ideas one what else might get me to agree.” hands stuffed into her back pockets, she rocks back and forth on her heels for a second as a smile curls over red stained lips. “i want that crown. i want to know who ‘we’ is. and i want to know why.” usually she doesn’t ask specific to the jobs, but this one has her curious.
lips curl upwards in surprise at her requests. “ it’s beautiful, isn’t it? but the crown isn’t for sale, i’m afraid --- not even for someone as talented as yourself. ” he speaks with an easy grin, but a possessive hand reaches up to straighten the crown. he’s not overly sentimental...objects lose meaning when he knows better than most how easy they are to be ripped away without warning. but this is different --- it’s his first token of appreciation from the crew, as well as the emblem of the prince charming facade. “ the ‘we’ is the team i work for. you don’t really need to worry about them, though --- your job is separate, so you won’t cross paths. and as for the why...he’s just a man who screwed my boss over. ” an easy shrug follows the statement. “ he's been encroaching the territory for too long. nothing terribly interesting, but still annoying nonetheless. ”
#okay awesome!#i figured this could be a fun interaction to play out w/ these two!!#msscre#MICHAEL DEMPSEY / conversations.
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*..::.. @msscre ..::..*
golden crown hangs askew, gleaming atop a shock of dark hair as michael considers the figure across from him. the streetlamps littered among the abandoned park do little to help, but the dull glow that cuts through the night is better than nothing. “ the price is FINAL, but we’re willing to sweeten the deal if need be. ” words are practically silk as they fall from his lips, smooth and inviting as he hopes to pique her interest and secure her help for the upcoming job. “ so what’ll it take for you to do the hit for us? ”
#i hope this is alright!!#if you ever wanna plot anything different out i'm game tho!#MICHAEL DEMPSEY / conversations.#msscre
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STARTER CALL !! like this post for a starter while i work on my drafts & my page??
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He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.
Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych
(via blurrymelancholy)
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breathlcss:
ok but …….,,, like.. …. a plot where like muse a and muse b hate each other’s guTs omg they’re always arguing and saying the most saVAGE shit 2 each other but ???? they actually really care abt each other but would rather get shot than admit it out loud…….. and like one day they’re fightin in the parking lot after school or somethin and muse b goes too far w/ what he says and muse a just bursts into tears, and muse b is like ‘shit omg i’m soRRY i didn’t mean 2 make u crY u weak ass mf’ and muse b takes them on a date 2 like dairy queen or somethin to make up for it and aw turns out they’re real sweet on each other in private and it’s ugh idk
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*..::.. hcneyhoney ..::..*
as she watches his reaction, and how he folds into himself at her anger.. she retracts. because that wasn’t her purpose with this, it wasn’t her purpose to make him feel like shit, or like he had to be someone he wasn’t for her. and that’s what confused and hurt her the most. the fact that he truly believed, with all certainty, that he wouldn’t have been enough for her just the way he was now. so, he features SOFTEN – but it’s not compassionate, or caring or based on giving in or giving up. it’s because she’s sad. she’s sad because she misses him, she sad because she still and will always care about him, she’s upset for the way things ended and now – she’s just DEFEATED with a sigh. her gaze holds his for a moment, and as he speaks she shakes her head quietly, but she doesn’t interrupt. in fact, she’s closer to him now, and she’s not sure when it happened, or if the universe is gravitating her towards this man like a magnet, but she hated it.. being close to him made her WEAK. “what do i want from you?” she repeated, as if it was an incredulous question. “don’t you get it, michael? if you knew me, even in the slightest, or even at all – if you just stopped for one second to look AROUND you – then you’d realize that i never wanted any of that. if you knew me, then you’d know that my life is mine to live, and having you in it was the best part. i don’t want a house in suburbs, i hate the suburbs – i’ve lived in the suburbs. my father wore suits, and i’m trying to get as far away from him as possible. if you knew me even a LITTLE bit, you’d realize that the white picket fence life isn’t me. but you never cared enough to ask. you just ran away.” she hated that, she hated when people asked her about the future. “why does everyone want me to decide i want my future to be NOW? why does everyone have an idea set in stone for me? what i want, what i deserve, and why it’s not you? why it’s not a shitty little studio apartment? i like this, i LOVE you – it can be that simple.”
she’s so close to him and his heart HAMMERS, a desperate and vulnerable rhythm slamming against its cage. hands itch to hold her, to grab her and not let go this time. yet michael remains still --- a frozen figure lost somewhere in a wave of unfamiliar emotions. L O V E. there’s that word again. it constricts his lungs and pours ice into his veins. what does he know about love? before emma, he isn’t really sure it had even been uttered to him --- at least, not in a serious or genuine fashion. sure, there were the past ones who had gotten wrapped in his chaos, so electrified by the whirlwind that was michael that they mistook the thrill for love. but it always eventually passed --- sometimes by his own doing, but people rarely seemed to last to that point. that is, except for HER. and as much as he wants to accept her admittance of love --- to hungrily embrace it and let its warmth melt away the frigid ice in his veins, he finds himself hesitating. “ it’s never quite that simple. ” because how can he be sure of exactly who she loves --- him or the facade of him? he slips in and out of the prince charming persona and his own genuine moments when he’s around her, and he doesn’t know which parts of him she’s fallen for. “ i’m not asking you to lay out your entire future, but...how can you be so sure about this? about ME? ”
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