Sorry, I've been lurking in the shadows. Esha Napoleon, Edge/Randy/Matt/Jeff orgy sounds delicious. XD. Dark Fae Angel, Cena movies?! High School Musical?! Hannah Montana?! (screams) Nooo! It's horrible! That would be true torture, lol. You're more sadistic than me! But, I've been threatening dear Matt muse. And it's sorta worked. He woke me up at 3am the other morning.. yes, I was actually asleep at that time.. anyway, he woke me up with ideas for 'Sold'. I wrote them down this time. We have a layout for how it's gonna go. Now we just have to get busy typing it out... I think Mor muse secretly wants to be someone's bitch. Either Matt or Jeff's or maybe Christian's. I dun think anyone wants to live in my head.. or, they'd quickly want to move out if they did. Animal Luvr 4 Life, I dunno, Randy torturing Mor does sound like fun. Psycho Matt wasn't too awesome for me, he gives me fits. wrestlefan4, awe, poor Marky :( That's sad. Hunter being a realtor seems oddly amusing. They only ham up on the sexy b/c I said I was writing a story about them. My muses never strip though. Maybe they should. And yes, as we read your review, HBK muse had to shout 'Blaspheme!' Then he shrugged and went off to do his little dance, which is sorta stripperish. AnonymousPunk, Hardycest is good no matter, y'huh, I agree :) Im still fighting w/ the links, but that's my computer's fault, not yours. I luv Jeff Hardy Edge Randy, Backlash's results made me very happy at least. Here's what happens next, finally. Seraphalexiel, I'm definitely overloaded on male on male sex ideas. Seeing Matty tied up only gave me more ideas :P Pheonix-Syren, I can't even figure them out. I stopped trying, lol. JoMoFan-spot, from chp 9, they really need to stop abusing my Mor muse. Randy likes to taunt and instigate. Yes, I am evil. I admit it. And no, I can't see missing something as hott as that. Chp 10, lol, my Edge muse got 'WRONG'ed' by a reader. He's pouted over that, BTW. It's cute. I have religiously read 'Want, Take, Have', it's an awesome story. I think the both of us may have inspired it. Me with 'Sold to a Hardy', you with your reviewing and love of Adam as a sub. Creepy Edge? Eh, I love Edge however, but we all have our preferences. I love Edge/Jeff, for example, however they are wrote. Adam/Jeff, Edge/Jeff, Jeff/Adam, sweet, sour, evil, psycho, doms or subs. Keep in mind that my Edge muse usually and always fails at being diabolical. Randy can't have Mor. He's too useful. (sighs) I know, I am too opinionated. Anyway, here we go.
Muse Troubles;
Chapter eleven/ 'Lust is a Battlefield'
Rated; M/ L, (kidnapping, some violence, dart gun usage, threats of violence, mild theft)
Set-up; Major confliction on my Matt muse's behalf, the Addy search continues, and Miz and Mor act childishly to annoy me. April 26-28/2009
Matt muse: Mor? Your main muse?
Terrah: Now, Matty, calm down. Mor's an instigator.. a chicken shit.. but, an instigator still.. he was probably just bluffing. I dun consider no one a 'main muse'. I love you all in my own special ways.
Hunter muse: Even me?
Terrah: (groans) Yes, when you are far away and not bothering me. Now, GO far AWAY!!
Hunter muse: Fine. I'll continue my search for glitterpants. (leaves)
Matt muse: (muttering) Main muse.. what a load.. Adam is so dead..
Terrah: Well, you're never around to help. And after the Rumble news broke, you went into hiding.
Matt muse: Your fault.
Terrah: So, I dunno how to channel my mind.. Look, you're in basically all of my stories in one way or another. Mor isn't... He's been a big help with what's supposed to be your parts b/c you go M.I.A.
Matt muse: Imma still kill Adam.
Terrah: 'Kill' as in 'brutally murder'? Or, 'kill' as in 'maim' as in 'to fuck very hard'?
Matt muse: (grins maliciously)
Terrah: (shivers) What's that mean?
Matt muse: (smirks) You'll see. (leaves)
Terrah: I hope so.
--xx--
RE; Anna; Your muses being quiet? Because mine are now.
In Email; Yes. Jeff is away plotting. Edge is somewhere probably scheming. Randy.. is missing.. he's off my radar, he's probably scheming. Matt hasn't gotten up yet. That's a good thing. See he was really pissed after my brother slapped me in the head a couple of times and it knocked him around a bit. On the third time it finally put Matt down, which was good b/c Matt was still arguing with me and driving me nuts over Mor. Who's still lurking around somewhere here. The rest? I have no clue.
RE; Anna; Oh, your Mor muse yells at you for misspelling words. Whenever I do it it gets my Matt muse yelling then he runs after my Jeff muse. Because he thinks that it's his fault why I misspell words.
In Email; If my Matt muse could be concerned with something besides his 'hatred' for Edge, he could yell at me for the misspelling of words.
RE; Anna; Even the ghosts think that the Miz is stupid. No offense. But he was on the 6hr long marathon of the Ghost Hunters last Halloween and nothing happened whenever he was around.
In Email; Ghosts think Miz is stupid. Ha! Poor thing.
--xx--
In Email; Matt muse actually got up. He growled angrily then stormed off to somewhere, holding his head. Seriously bipolar.
Matt muse: I AM NOT!
Terrah: Well, stop conspiring and get your Psycho ass back in here. I need you for the one-shot about Addy grabbing your ass.
Matt muse: (blushes furiously) That.. was.. I.. (groans in frustration)
Mor muse: (calmly) Admit it, Matty, you love Adam.
Terrah: Dark Fae Angel just had to suggest that.. (sighs, pondering) Although, I did already suspect it myself.. Could be why I've been having ideas to pair them up...?
Matt muse: That's a lie, Mor. Why don't you go away and leave me alone. Everytime I get a little attention, you're right there BOTHERING ME!
Mor muse: Whine some.
Matt muse: (growls and starts strangling Mor)
Mor muse: (gasping for air)
Terrah: (nonchalantly) From day one, I knew it would come to this. (rolls eyes) Matt, let him go.
Mor muse: (turning blue)
Terrah: A blue muse. Who knew?
Jeff muse: Matt, let Mor go. We have to find Edge before he finds us. Oh, BTW, Terrah, I heard what your brother said about his Hardy muses kissing.
Terrah: I swear, he knows nothing of Hardycest. He watched Chuck and Larry and is now a little off. The rest of the conversation we had this morning got way gross.
Matt muse: (still choking Mor, an insane look in his eyes and on his face) How's that feel, you suck up!?
Mor muse: (choking) Help.. me..
Jeff muse: I know. Don't remind me.
Terrah: I won't O.o
Mor muse: (passes out)
Matt muse: (drops him to floor)
Terrah: Feel better?
Matt muse: NO. I wanna choke your Edge muse.
Terrah: I want you.. yes, YOU, to help me with this sex scene. NOT Mor, Matt. YOU. Cause whomever was giving me those ideas for it last night.. (eyes glazes over with happy dirty thoughts) Damn, they were hott.. (drools)
Matt muse: But, I was out cold.
Terrah: Could've been Christian?
Mor muse: (raises hand from floor) Or, me..?
Matt muse: (kicks Mor in the side)
Mor muse: (cries out and groans in pain)
Terrah: Matt! Behave!
Mor muse: (whimpers) Or, Adam..?
Jeff muse: (kicks Mor in his other side)
Mor muse: Ommf.. owie..
Terrah: Okay.. now, I've got two crazy Hardyz. This could be bad.. (grins) or, really good..
Mor muse: (gasps for air) I vote.. bad.. ouch..
Matt/Jeff muses: (both kick Mor)
Mor muse: OW! Stop! Please..
Terrah: (sighs) Please stop abusing my Mor muse.
Matt muse: (glares at me angrily) Fine. I'm going to find Adam to abuse him.
Jeff muse: (thru clinched teeth) Not if I find him first. (leaves)
Matt muse: (growls at me) Still your fault. (stalks off)
My crazy retarded brother is not a writer who needs muses. I wish he was as creative as me, but he's not. He just claims to have muses to annoy me and copy me cause.. well, he's my 11 year old little brother and that's what they do. Copy and annoy older siblings. Being an older sibling is hard.
Matt muse: Yes. It is.
Terrah: I thought you stalked off to find Adam
Matt muse: Forgot this. I may need it. (picks up Jeff's dart gun) Jeff will be mad, but, oh, well. Too bad. (stalks off again)
Jeff muse: Terrah, seen my dart gun?
Terrah: (sighs) Matty took it. (holds ears in anticipation)
Jeff muse: WHAT?! That bastard! (leaves)
Terrah: Always be prepared, hehe..
--xx--
RE; Anna; So, have you started working on the Adam the ass grabber one shot again?
In Email; Not, yet. I was trying to compile all my muse emails. I have them all in one giant document that I am severing to make seperate chps. Plus my Matt muse is being a jealous asshole.
Mor muse: That he is. (picks himself up off ground and fixes his shades and coat)
Terrah: Well, stop antagonizing him.
Mor muse: Well, he's sexy when he's mad. (tosses away broken shades and gets a new pair out of pocket of coat)
Miz muse: There was the problem right there, John! Everyone lusts after the damn Hardyz. What about the Miz, huh?
Mor muse: Shut, up, Miz. According to Anna you're so stupid and lame even ghosts won't come in two feet of you.
Miz muse: We don't have ghosts at the Palace of Wisdom.
Mor muse: (twitches) That's my line.
Miz muse: (crosses arms) You are no longer invited to the Palace of Wisdom.
Mor muse: Terrah, you nearly spelled 'Palace' wrong three times. 'Wrong' wrong once, and 'spelled' wrong twice.
Christian muse: It's hopeless. Mor said 'wrong' and Edge didn't taunt it. (pouts)
Terrah: M'kay..
Miz muse: That's all you care about. Perfection. You NEVER cared about ME! You only care about your body and your hair and your stupid abs!
Mor muse: (lifts shades up) You didn't think they were so stupid when you were cumming all over them.
Terrah: BINGO, BITCH! Oh, yes. Tell me more, Mor. (grins pervertedly)
Miz muse: I'm so outta here. (leaves)
HBK muse: (points) Blaspheme! (sighs) Sorry, I had to do it. (leaves)
Mor muse: You seriously think Mike can keep me from the Palace of Wisdom?
Terrah: I dunno, Mor. I dunno...
RE; Anna; Lol. So, you going to post the 4th chapter for it soon? See I told you that everyone would love the story.
In Email; I dunno when I'll get it up. I thought everyone would hate it.
Mor muse: And why would they hate it? Your's truly, the Shaman of Sexy is in it.
Terrah: Not even getting your ass stomped by angry pissed off Hardys puts a damper on your arrogance.
Mor muse: That's just the gift I possess.
Terrah: Yeah, okay... so, Tuesday Night Delight; since you were drafted, are you now the Friday Night Delight? Hey, that sounds like yogurt.. (ponders)
Miz muse: We have no uses for yogurt at the Palace of Wisdom... (stops, ponders) Unless it's ice cream.. From now on it's junk food only.
Mor muse: (seethes)
Miz muse: Just b/c you hate it.
Mor muse: Terrah! Make him stop taunting me. (points at Miz)
Terrah: Miz, stop taunting him with the Palace of Wisdom. Please, go away.
Miz muse: Fine. Have it your way. (leaves)
Terrah: Do, you really think he can keep you out of the Palace of Wisdom?
Mor muse: I asked you that. (whines)
Terrah: And now I'm asking you.
Mor muse: I don't.. (sighs) I'm going to go work out. (leaves)
Terrah: Poor heartbroken muse (shakes head)
--xx--
Talking about Mor ripping off RVD's nickname... Did he? That was briefly debated.
In Email; Yeah, but that is one of Mor's many nicknames. Wasn't RVD Mr. Tuesday Night? There was a difference in names I think. Jericho used to be the King of the World, and then when Bookah (spelled wrong purposely) won the King of the Ring, he started calling himself the King of the World, which pissed me off, b/c Jericho will always be the King of the World to me. Wow, I spelled a world wrong and said 'wrong' and my Mor muse didn't come to correct, or my Edge muse didn't come out to taunt.
Christian muse: Hopeless.
Terrah: (giggles)
Christian muse: It's not funny. The annoying ass is still like my brother.
Terrah: Matt'll find him.
Christian muse: That's why I'm worried! (cries)
--xx--
Brief intermission.. Wow, this is habit..
RE; Anna; I think that your Matt muse has started to rub off on my Matt muse. Because he wishes that the real life Matt would hit Jeff on the head with that cast that he wore.
In Email; I'm glad that thru all of this over the months, that Matt muse hasn't wanted to abuse Jeff muse. Mor and Adam? That's a different story.
RE; Anna; Not in a mean way but rather to knock some sense into him and to listen instead of always arguing with him.
In Email; Oh, my Hardyz fight like that all the time.
RE; Anna; Right after I had wrote that. My Matt muse is now beet red in the face and yelling at the top of his lungs at my Jeff muse to shut the fuck up or else. Since Jeff is running around yelling that he'll never never ever ever listen to cranky grouchy fat Matt again. Which when he said 'fat', Matt had tackled him.
--xx--
Mor muse: Come and get it. (runs thru house waving Miz's fedora in the air)
Miz muse: (chases after) Give that back!
Mor muse: Not until you stop being an inconsiderate jerk.
Miz muse: You're the one being an inconsiderate jerk.
Mor muse: (stops behind table, taunting Miz with fedora)
Miz muse: (stops on other side, growling and taunting to run after) Give it back, John.
Mor muse: Nah, think I'll give it to HBK. He can cover up his bald spot.
HBK muse: (points) Blaspheme! (leaves)
Mor muse: (distracted) That gets on my nerves.
Miz muse: (jumps across table and tackles Mor)
Mor muse: (struggles to keep hat from Miz)
Miz muse: (grabs at hat and attempt to jerk it from Mor's grip) Give it!
Mor muse: (holding tightly to hat) NO!
Miz muse: (releases hat) Fine. Okay? Fine. I'm sorry.
Mor muse: Here. (offers hat to Miz)
Miz muse: (grabs at it)
Mor muse: (jerks it away) Too slow, Mizzie.
Miz muse: (stomps foot like two yr old) That's not fair! Terrah!
Terrah: Ugh. Give it to him, Mor. I can't work.
Mor muse: (pouts) You know, Miz hates that I liked Matt, but he still pines over Jeff.
Terrah: (brightens up) Ooh, good ideas.
Mor muse: Yeah, what?
Miz muse: (snatches hat) HA! Hey, it's wrinkled. (goes off sulking and trying to straighten out hat)
Terrah: They still dun know what or who they want.
--xx--
Jeff muse: (has dart gun) Shush, be very very quiet. I'm hunting Addys.
Terrah: Oh, look, back in the woods. And you are not Elmer Fudd.
Jeff muse: I know. But, Mick Foley said that one time about Randy as he was wielding a barbwire baseball bat.. hehe, Barbie..
Terrah: Oh, Mister ADD!
Jeff muse: Shush, I think I hear something.
Terrah: The sound of me not caring?
Jeff muse: No.
Edge muse: (takes off from behind a tree) Not taking me alive, Hardy boy.
Jeff muse: (fires gun) Damn it, I missed. (dart hits a tree)
Edge muse: Haha.. Come on, Jeff, catch me if you can.
Matt muse: Hold it right there, Adam. (aims dart gun at enemy)
Edge muse: (stops dead and looks back to Jeff, pinned between them) Both Hardyz are armed? (looks at me questioning)
Terrah: Well.. wherever Jeff got his first dart gun, that Matty stole, he musta got another one. (shrugs)
Jeff muse: If I can't have you alive, I'll take you unconscious.
Matt muse: That makes no sense! (fires gun)
Jeff muse: It doesn't have to! (fires gun)
Edge muse: (ducks)
Jeff muse: (shot by Matt's dart) Shit.. no fair.. (collapses to ground, out cold)
Matt muse: (shot by Jeff's dart, falls down backwards)
Edge muse: (smirks) Got'cha now, Jeffrey. (advances toward Jeff)
Matt muse: (raises gun and shoots Edge)
Edge muse: (realizes he's been shot in the butt) Ow, fuck.. what the..? (turns to see Matt plucking the dart out of his shirt) What..? (confused) How...? (begins to fade, shakes head trying to control balance)
Matt muse: (raises shirt) Lead vest.
Edge muse: (staggers then falls out cold)
Terrah: Why a lead vest?
Matt muse: (grins evily) B/c this is war.
Terrah: How a lead vest?
Matt muse: Your head has a ammo store next to the arcade. Don't worry. We got the last two dart guns. And they only sell paintball guns.
Terrah: (sighs relief) Thank goodness.
Matt muse: (lifts Edge up and hoists him over shoulder)
Terrah: Okay, what are you doing?
Matt muse: This is mine now. (carries Edge off)
Terrah: Wait.. Matty... Ugh! What about Jeff?
Jeff muse: (still out)
Terrah: Ooh, I dun think I like what he has planned. Christian?!
Christian muse: What?
Terrah: Get Jeff up and back to the house. Can't leave him here with Randy or Miz lurking.
Christian muse: They find Edge?
Terrah: Unfortunately, Matt did.
Christian muse: (swallows)
As always, I appreciate the support for this silly little project.. I hope I haven't offended anyone with it. It wasn't about proving points or writing a brilliant piece of literature, just about me having fun in boredom. Wow.. that sounds like an ending speech. It's not.. I gotz more... I'm not all there.. sleep deprivation.. My brother doesn't know what Hardycest is. He is only 11 and isn't allowed to read my work. He's too fragile in mind anyways, trust me. He lives to annoy me though.
