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[amischiefofmuses]

The Fae Circle - The vibes

Morior: It feels like you're sat in the room with a soldier who has seen more horrors than most can comprehend. Though friendly and gentle it's obvious even to the untrained eye that its taken years of hardship to become what he is today. It's in the distant expressions, the pauses when thought catches him and he drifts off to another time - almost another world given how much is changed. Wistful yet pained. Once he's close with someone it's also clear he's the kind of friend who will do his utmost to spare anyone suffering. It's almost desperation to make the world around him unrelentingly kind, filled with wonder and above all else, safe - because he has seen too many suffer without that.

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Tenera: This depends entirely on where you meet him and who you are. In the world of Humans he's seen as a stern man, someone who takes his magic seriously - even though most who visit his shop are doing so entirely out of intrigue rather than belief in magic. There's undoubtedly rumours that circle about him being a mob boss of some variety because that's the sort of energy he gives off. Polite but stern, with an edge to him that makes him feel dangerous. Realistically, outside of that mask he wears for Humans, he's a massive goober. He's the drunk uncle, the one who tells you stories about the family that no one else will talk about and not realize until he's finished - then make you promise to keep it to yourself. If you want to spar, he'll make sure to rough you up a little rather than take it easy but he'll never really hurt you.

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Lazarus: Immediately you'd feel like you're in the room with a predator. It's all too easy to see through his charm as long as your character is of sound mind and not succeptable to mindless compliments. What little mask he wears, he doesn't wear well and he thoroughly enjoys seeing people squirm the more he lets it slip, especially if he can ensure they have no way of leaving. Red flags abound, if your character has any common sense they'd sense his rancid vibes from miles off and steer clear of him.

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Cassius: All the charm and talk of a used car salesman. He gives off the energy of a man who loves himself, someone who thrives off his own ego and little else - at least as long as you're just doing business with him. If you're a friend then it's different. The man doesn't open up but it's clear there's something eating at him, something he wants to sob and scream about but he never lets it loose. If you're observant then you'll notice the occasional comments slipped in that betray his self-loathing, all spoken as though it's a hilarious joke.

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Loup: Upon first glance it'd be easy to assume he'd be feral, his fur is unkept and there's a nervous look in his eyes that would be at home in a fox realising they've wandered too close to a Human. After a few seconds with him, however, it's clear he's more like a beaten dog. Sudden movements make him flinch and he's on alert whenever he's not alone, gaze always flicking to any movement of people around him as though he needs to know where they are at all times. No part of him is violent, if anything he desperately longs for comfort and safety but it's hard for him to believe he has it when he gets it. Far easier to tense and assume the worst of any touch.

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River: Every bit of him gives off the energy of an annoying little brother, someone who will get into your business even if you've asked them not to - or breaks something precious just moments after you told them not to touch it. It's annoying but he's just a kid, so it's hard to be angry at him, even if he is sassing you about having to tidy it up. It's made up for by his boundless optimism, the way his eyes light up when he gets to see something new that he thinks is cool, or gets to show off the best bugs he's collected.

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Serin: Initially it would be easy to assume he's the fuckboy supreme. Serin seems to be a man who doesn't care about much, someone who can adapt to every situation that he's presented with and be loved by most around him as the life of the party. Realistically he's flirtatious but nowhere near fuckboy levels, it's mostly playful unless someone shows real interest and then he'll see where it goes. Everyone who meets Serin is actually meeting one of his many masks, adapted just to fit you and make you enjoy being around him - it's hard to pick up on that unless he's around others, however. It's not as though he has anything to hide, he just likes to be liked.

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Do you feel like that new Leon guy is stepping on your "handsome n' tough" aesthetic?

"No not at all. Nope, he's totally great. Yup! Not ruining me at all!"

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24.12, mistletoe, mjf

Title: Mistletoe Theme: Mistletoe Fandom / Character(s): MJF x OFC/Reader female Warnings: Alcohol tw. Also, probably hella fluffy. Teasing reader. Word Count: my guesstimate is roughly around 1.7k

So tonight is the finale. The final night for @champbucks​ 12 days of Christmas challenge. If you guys are reading this, Happy holidays. I chose to go with MJF tonight, because well... I love 1 goober with horrible fashion sense and a whiny fuckin voice upon occasion. 

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 “Oh c’mon, it’s tradition. You have to kiss the person standing under the mistletoe.” Jake Hager was staring me down, practically smirking because he assumed that it was a done deal. That I’d just cave in and kiss him. Just the thought of his mouth… anywhere near mine… It was enough to make bile rise to my throat. I stepped up a little, toying with the collar of his polo shirt. Playing into things, toying with him a little because I just couldn’t resist having some fun with his ego. Especially not after my own had been bruised not even an hour ago. After a second or two of toying with him, I gave a soft laugh and shook my head no as I told him calmly, “Never in a thousand lifetimes, Hager.” 

I rolled my eyes and shoved right past him, laughing to myself as I heard him calling out to me. I turned back only long enough to call out to him, “I’d kiss literally anyone but you under the mistletoe, you disgusting shitbag. Try again with some random because tonight is not that night and I am not that girl.”

I slid onto a barstool and pounded the top of the bar. “Hit me. Tequila.”

Britt’s gaze shifted to me and she sipped her own martini as she mused aloud, “Rough night?”

“Just go ahead and say it, Baker. I know you’re dying to say you told me so. Lesson learned. No more Tinder for me. Nope.”

“Were you really calling me from the bathroom of the restaurant?” Britt laughed and I flipped her off wordlessly, shotgunning the tequila as soon as it got sat down in front of me. Britt eyed the bottle and then shifted her gaze to me in warning. “Easy. You keep that up, you’re liable to wake up in bed with some random.”

“It’d be better than the fucking guy I just left. Do you know what he asked me, Britt?” I whined as I continued to drink. The tequila was burning it’s way down my throat and I could feel myself getting to that blissful warm and fuzzy beginning stage of a good buzz. I knew I needed to slow down, to pace myself, but at the same time, it had been one hell of a night.

“No, what?”

“ If I charged by the hour.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah. Then he proceeds to go on a five minute rant about how nobody finds their soulmate on Tinder and I’m sitting there like… But you… messaged me… On Tinder…” I tried to give the guy a fighting chance because he had like five wine glasses lining the space between us and I assumed he was nervous or whatever, but I couldn’t last more than twenty minutes. But he just kept talking. I had to lie and get up, go to the bathroom, then sneak out of there.”

Britt gave a quiet laugh and I stood just as one of my favorite songs started to play.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“The night is young. Gotta circulate.” I answered, turning back to grab my bottle of tequila and then walking away, shoving through a thick crowd, making a beeline for the dance floor, dancing my way out into the middle of it.

About halfway into the song playing, I felt a tap to my shoulder. Warm breath against my ear as Maxwell chuckled quietly, “I couldn’t help but overhear what you were saying to Hager on your way in, princess.”

I whirled around to face him, biting my lip when our eyes met. “And?”

“And, in case you haven’t noticed, you’re standing right under mistletoe. Right now.” Maxwell tilted his head, glancing up at the disco ball suspended by a chain from the ceiling. And on that chain?

More mistletoe.

I gave a soft giggle and shrugged. “Depends on who’s asking. But Maxwell?” I stepped away from him, smirking as I did so, my fingers tangling in my hair. I stared him down intently, waiting to see if he’d take the bait and play my little game.

“Yeah, princess?” Maxwell was stepping closer all over again. I stepped back a little more, putting space between us. Apparently, this didn’t suit him, because no sooner had I done that than he was stepping close all over again, a hand at my hip this time.

Like he thought that might stop me if I decided to just walk away.

The thought had me giving a soft laugh as it crossed my mind. I almost did it, just to see if he’d actually follow me around. I doubted he would, but still, drunken curiosity is one hell of a drug.

I decided against doing it because I’d already had my fill of disappointment for one night. I tilted my head slightly, locking eyes with him again. A teasing grin played at my lips as I tapped my foot impatiently.

“Do it. I dare you.”

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. A brow raised and he asked, “This is a joke, right?”

I shrugged and with a smirk, I answered, “I double dare you, Maxwell..”. He took a few steps closer, closing the distance between us again. My back met the wall with a soft smack and I sucked in a sharp breath, raising to my tiptoe, grabbing hold of his tie as I whispered into his ear, “I triple dare you.”

I lowered myself back down and stepped away, turning my back to him. I was about to walk away, figuring that he wasn’t going to do anything, and just as I did, he caught up to me, spinning me around and practically catapulting me against him in the process.

“So you’re just gonna walk away? Not give me time to make my move? Now that’s not playing fair, princess.” Maxwell pouted.

“Either you’re going to kiss me or you’re not, Max.”

“It’s Maxwell.”

“It’s whatever I feel like calling you.” I quipped, smirking a little. Stepping just a little closer. Staring up at him with my head tilted slightly. I saw the exact second that his eyes left mine and settled on my mouth. He stepped closer, pulling me completely against him.

Wait a minute, is my heart pounding a little right now?

I barely had time to process that because he was lifting me off my feet slightly, thick fingertips digging into my body as he slid me up into his arms. If I thought my heart was pounding before, it was definitely pounding now.

He pulled his face away and chuckled. “The look on your face right now.”

“Is what?” I asked, licking my lips. My eyes darted away from his, settling on his lips. When he leaned his face in closer to mine again and his mouth brushed my lips when he muttered quietly, “Priceless. I haven’t ever actually seen you caught off guard. Until now.”

“Yeah, well.. Don’t get used to it, either.” I mumbled against his mouth, daring to nip at his lower lip, tug it just a little. His grip on me tightened and I squeezed his hips with my thighs to keep myself up.

“Merry Christmas to me, huh?” he chuckled quietly, his mouth brushing against mine just barely. Enough to send a shiver racing through my body and have my fingertips digging into his shoulder, squeezing. He groaned quietly, especially when my fingers left his shoulders and dragged through his hair, tugging a little as I inched my lips so that they rested right against his and mumbled with a bold giggle, “I guess if I want something, I’m going to have to take it.”

“Take it, huh? I like it.” Maxwell muttered, his tone dazed as his eyes locked on me. I trailed my tongue over the outline of his lips and when they parted, I slipped my tongue past, tangling with his tongue, battling for control of the kiss. His fingertips dug into my body, squeezing and he laughed into the kiss, especially when he took total control and I whimpered, melting against him just a little. The kiss broke and he rested his forehead against mine.

“I could get used to this. I’ve always kinda liked challenges.” he muttered into my mouth, pulling me into another deep and slow kiss….

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HAWAII MISSILE: Donald Trump to Blame As Usual

Ash Sharp Editor

Donald Trump is all-seeing and all-knowing- if you listen to liberals.

No wonder they are so scared, Trump is everywhere. This is why when some goober in Hawaii presses the wrong button and informs the islanders they are all about to be incinerated it is the responsibility of The Donald to swoop in like the Batman and save the day.

It doesn't matter that the false alarm was not issued by any federal or military organization. Never mind that PACOM (who are literally located in Hawaii), NORAD and the Hawaii EMA all said that there was no threat. Publicly.

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As the Washington Post was quick to screech from the rooftops:

Consider his responses. First that statement, which has one obvious aim: To assure the American people that it wasn’t his fault that the false alert went out — it was Hawaii’s. Then, that tweet, which shows what was preoccupying the president at the moment. Not that one of the 50 states had been briefly wracked with terror after a mistake was made by the people whose job it is to keep them safe.

The emphasis is mine. Yes, a mistake was made by an employee who managed to ignore the sign that read Do Not Press This Button Unless You Are Sure You Under Missile Attack. If we are being honest, who could resist pushing the big red button? If only it did something useful, like instruct a flunky to bring you a nice can of refreshing Diet Coke. Instead, we have the wondrous opportunity to witness noted fake academic, Trump obsessive and literal Jihad apologist Reza Aslan looping the lunacy loop.

Trump knew within minutes no missile was hurtling toward Hawaii. He was golfing. They told him. He did not tweet out that info. He kept golfing. People thought they & their families were going to die FOR 38 MINS. Then when the panic was over he tweeted how media is so mean to him

— Very Stable Genuis (@rezaaslan) January 14, 2018

Here's MSNBC's Kyle Griffin, who instead of doing a real job spends his time monitoring the President's tweeting habits.

Trump has sent 7 tweets and retweeted 4 tweets since the Hawaii false alarm. None have been about the Hawaii false alarm.

— Kyle Griffin (@kylegriffin1) January 14, 2018

Even Samwise the Brave managed to filled his shorts about the affair. Oh, and here's your daily reminder that Season 2 of Stranger Things was garbage. Sorry, Sam. Maybe Peter Jackson will make another movie about midgets soon.

The fact that President Trump hasn’t communicated 2 the people of Hawaii, the Nation or the World since Missile Attack False Alarm & Korea problem looming is a dereliction of duty. Invoke 25 or impeach & remove immediately. He is divorced from reality and a danger to the world.

— Sean Astin (@SeanAstin) January 14, 2018

Trump Derangement Syndrome even extends as far as former celebrities like Jamie Lee Curtis, whose last good movie- 1994's 'True Lies'- featured Arnold Schwartzenegger in a Harrier jump jet. That scene involved an Arab terrorist being launched via missile into a helicopter. She also took her clothes off, and no one complained about Islamophobia or misogyny. Ah, the good old days. In any case, Jamie has apparently spent the subsequent two decades drunk out of her tiny mind.

This Hawaii missle scare is on YOU Mr. Trump. The real FEAR that mothers & fathers & children felt is on YOU. It is on YOUR ARROGANCE. HUBRIS. NARCISSISM. RAGE. EGO. IMMATURITY and your UNSTABLE IDIOCY. Shame on your hate filled self. YOU DID THIS!

— Jamie Lee Curtis (@jamieleecurtis) January 13, 2018

After all it's only very recently that the supervillain Donald Trump incinerated California by travelling back in time, purchasing and then planting hundreds of acres of flammable eucalyptus trees and then returning to the present to hold an impromptu family barbecue.

In the field of psychology, this is known as magical thinking. That is, applying causality between two things. You see this in your own children when they are under seven, they literally believe that their thoughts have a direct effect on reality. Piaget noted that children often express this phenomenon while grieving, the child imagines that they are personally responsible for the death of their loved one.

We can't blame children for being egocentric little weirdos, after all, they are just children. What can we say about the cavalcade of grown adults who draw parallels between the actions of Mr. Trump and events 10,000 miles away?

WOW! Look at all of the celebrities and people in politics blaming Trump over what happened in Hawaii. It almost looks as if they had this strategically orchestrated.

— Kambree Kawahine Koa (@KamVTV) January 14, 2018

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I wonder how many of these actors -who let us not forget, literally play make believe for a living- can also give President Trump credit for a soaring stock exchange, a huge reduction in illegal immigration and a booming job market? If we can blame The Donald for not intervening in situations that have nothing to do with the office of the president, then the actions he actually does take are his responsibility too.

Liberals. Make your minds up. If Trump is responsible for the bad, he has to be responsible for the good. Or, you could put on your big-boy pants and realize that this is not comic book world, Trump is not Lex Luthor, and Don Lemon is no Clark Kent.

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