waiting for you

I will never know Cause you will never show

[adorajpg]

♡ adorajpg  : come on and love me now ! a mutuals only multi - muse penned  &&  loved by adora (  27 / he  + they / cst ) .  established nov 2020  /  remade jan 2024.   rules & muse info & pinterest & thread tracker ♡ discord available on request for chatting / plotting credits : psd by sevenrph / header template by kyriettes / post div by pixopix

[adorajpg]

what if u celebrated pride And borahae month with me by liking this post for a starter from one of my gay bangtan fc muses <333 links to their pinterest boards under cut

cam - cassian - felix - micah - milo - phoenix - river - vivienne

[thelonelymvse]

to @adorajpg ... for kaden

"hi angel." it's ironic, considering the fact that owen was the one wearing wings just half an hour ago. she'd still be wearing them too, but they're kind of big and not ideal for sitting at a crowded bar. and taking them off was the only thing she could bear to do before getting to the bar. to him.

they can feel plenty of other people staring, but they can't look at anyone but kaden. don't want to look at anything but his giddy, bashful smile as they sit right in front of him. "you were watching, weren't you?"

[adorajpg]

"hi gorgeous." giddy is the closes thing kaden could find to describe the way it felt when owen made their way over to him after a number. it's a shame he only really saw her under shitty club lights. he thinks she must light up and sparkle like a jewel under the sunlight. at least the lack of bright lights kept the way he blushed under their attention from being too noticeable, though kaden had a feeling owen could tell regardless.

"course I was! it'd be a fucking crime if I didn't watch, wouldn't it?" kaden laughs, as easy as he can when owen's gaze sets butterflies fluttering around his stomac. "got your usual waiting for ya, if you're ready for a drink."

[thelonelymvse]

he knows something happened. he knows isaac doesn't just kill for no reason. but he's not going to force details out of him. it's enough to know he'd kill for harrison. it's enough to see that little light in his usually dark eyes. it's enough to have the evidence slowly cooling behind them.

"i-it's okay," they whisper, watching his lips on their fingers, watching a few droplets of blood make their way from his skin to theirs. good. if he's not clean, they shouldn't be either.

it should be humiliating, maybe, the way they shudder at just the idea of getting to kill someone with isaac. harrison has been a solitary creature their entire life. they liked it that way, safer and easier. they never dreamed they'd find someone who could tolerate them, much less like them. and they never, in their wildest dreams, thought they'd find someone who would adore the most disgusting parts of them. they press closer, not caring if he can feel how much he's excited them. "yeah. i'd like that a lot." they tilt his head up, lean down to kiss at all the blood again. "look so pretty like this. wanna see you like this all the time."

[adorajpg]

"you–– you do?" pretty. the word rings in isaac’s ears. what a foreign concept. harrison was pretty— handsome too, all of it together for isaac to revere. but isaac? isaac had never been anything close to pretty, his mother used to make sure he was well aware of the fact. isaac was some ugly, wretched little thing that didn't deserve to be so loved by someone like harrison.

still, the praise elicits a moan, skin tingling as harrison’s lips dance across it. he should be focused on cleaning up and getting the two of them the hell out of there, but his mind easily grows fuzzy with them pressed so close. their presence alone is enough to have him out of his right mind (as if he was ever in it) and isaac's heart pounds just from knowing that they approve. they deserve all of this and more, but this is what issaac can give them and harrison enjoys it.

yes, there are a million other things they should be doing, but isaac can't help but close the little space between them. he kisses harrison hungrily, all teeth as he presses them against the wall. a moment is all her needs. just a little time to prove how much he adores them, as if they need any further proof than the mess isaac's already made. "you should get out of here soon," he mutters as he presses kisses under harrison's jaw. "can't have you getting caught up in this when you didn't do anything wrong."

[adorajpg]

also,,,, would anyone be interested in discord threads <3

[adorajpg]

so whos gonna bully me into writing today

[mythshire]

Send 🍷 for my muse's reaction to yours appearing at their door, drunk.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .    (  a  collection  of  texting prompts.  feel free to change phrasing.  potentially mature content within.  )

[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?

[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go?

[ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.

[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself.

[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] : i can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?

[ TXT ] : i really need someone right now.

[ TXT ] : we need to make plans asap.

[ TXT ] : have you seen the news?

[ TXT ] : you were blackout drunk.

[ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...

[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches?

[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] : did you forget we had plans?

[ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on.

[ TXT ] : meet me at [ location ], it's important.

[ TXT ] : do you need comfort, to vent, or a solution?

[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?

[ TXT ] : call me. please, it's important.

[ TXT ] : i can't sleep.

[ TXT ] : have you eaten today?

[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.

[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile.

[ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night.

[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back.

[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing?

[ TXT ] : just say the word and i'll drop everything.

[ TXT ] : do you seriously not remember?

[ TXT ] : come to the front door.

[ TXT ] : have you been drinking?

[ TXT ] : how do you feel after last night?

[ TXT ] : are you up? please be up.

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today.

[ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.

[ TXT ] : no one's heard from you. are you okay?

[ TXT ] : who is this?

[ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] : thought i'd reach out and see how you're doing.

[ TXT ] : i miss the taste of your lips.

[ TXT ] : that kiss was really nice.

[ TXT ] : stop acting so high and mighty.

[ TXT ] : i left my [ item ] at your place.

[ TXT ] : are we still fighting?

[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.

[ TXT ] : are you thinking about me too?

[ TXT ] : call me, i wanna hear your voice.

[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to you.

[ TXT ] : what do you have to lose?

[ TXT ] : you don't have to ask, i'm already on my way.

[ TXT ] : i want to take a nap on you.

[ TXT ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer.

[ TXT ] : what's my name in your phone?

[ TXT ] : how's trying to forget about me going?

[ TXT ] : i have nobody else to ask.

[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??

[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number.

[ TXT ] : good morning! you up yet?

[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?

[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] : you need MY help?

[ TXT ] : stop texting me.

[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.

[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

[ TXT ] : when will i see you again?

[ TXT ] : if you come over, i'll order us a pizza.

[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about it?

[ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here?

[ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body?

[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately.

[ TXT ] : forgiving and forgetting is harder than it sounds.

[ TXT ] : i want your legs wrapped around my head.

[ TXT ] : call me when you wake up.

[ TXT ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?

[ TXT ] : i'm out of town right now.

[soulprompts]

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

literally letter threads are elite. that’s. that’s all the context we have here. also bc the language is obviously being changed slightly here. so, for clarification: the person receiving the meme, is the writer of the letter! the person SENDING the meme, is RECEIVING the letter! now. go write letters, u magnificent cupcakes, and DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!!! i will know, and i will hunt u down and curse ur potatoes to be soapy and bland and messy for all eternity.

[ LOVE ]:     the writer begins the first of a series of love letters to the recipient.

[ SORRY ]:     the writer delivers a letter of apology to the recipient.

[ LAST ]:     a letter sent in the aftermath of the writer’s death.

[ TWIST ]:     a letter sent in the aftermath of the writer’s alleged death, only to reveal that they are, in fact, still alive.

[ FINAL ]:     a letter written in the aftermath of the recipient’s death, where the writer knows they’ll never get the chance to read it.

[ INITIATE ]:     a letter written to the recipient in order to maintain communication between the two while the writer is far away from them.

[ FAREWELL ]:     a letter written to say goodbye to the recipient, where the writer knows there’s an extremely high chance that they’ll never see each other again.

[ REVELATION ]:     a letter written that reveals the truth about an event(s) that the writer believes the recipient may be misinformed about.

[ EXPLAIN ]:     a letter that explains the reasoning behind choices that the writer has made in the past, which they would like to explain to the recipient.

[ BAD ]:     a letter that delivers bad news to the recipient.

[ UPDATE ]:     a letter that updates the recipient on the writer’s life, or certain on-going events that are happening in their life.

[ AFAR ]:     a letter delivered by the writer from another country/city/planet/etc in order to reassure the recipient and let them know they’re okay. (not intended to be a back-and-forth, like [ INITIATE ] does).

[ HIDDEN ]:     a letter written and delivered to the recipient in secret, for the recipient’s eyes only, as a result of information it contains, or because of the person who wrote it.

[ UNSENT ]:     a letter written for the recipient, but which the writer ultimately never sends for reasons that the writer conceals, or may reveal within the letter itself.

[ MISTAKE ]:     a letter which is sent to the recipient by mistake, and which may contain sensitive information about the recipient.

[ UNVEIL ]:     a letter which reveals the truth about a plan that the writer previously and deliberately concealed from the recipient for their safety/well-being.

[ NEEDED ]:     a letter that the writer wrote for the recipient after learning of their recent struggles in their personal life, and which contains uplifting words of encouragement, support and other things they feel they should hear to help them through.

[ PILLOW ]:     a letter left neatly atop a pillow on the bed that the writer and recipient share, that is discovered by the recipient the following morning after the writer leaves the room/home.

[ FRIDGE ]:     a letter attached to the fridge with magnets for the recipient to read in the kitchen.

[ KNOWN ]:     a letter which the writer left in a place that only the writer and recipient know of, knowing that only the recipient would be able to find it first.

[ HELP ]:     a letter written by the writer to the recipient, asking the recipient for help.

[ STOP ]:     a letter written for the recipient which the writer intends to be their final letter to them, and which ultimately concludes all communications between the writer and recipient from that moment forth.

[ PAST ]:     a letter which the writer wrote in the past, that reveals a piece of their backstory, that the reader finds and reads out of curiosity. (this could also be a letter written TO the receiver of the meme, or about them, or anything at all!)

[soulrph]

sexual tension prompts.

i deleted my old blog by mistake, so i’m revamping these!! if you want to reverse them, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they’re designed for all muses, regardless of whether they’ve interacted before or not!

[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall.

[ HANDS ] : our muses’ hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)

[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.

[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.

[ INVITE ] : sender asks receiver into a private room with nobody else present.

[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.

[ LICK ] : sender licks something from their thumb or lips in front of receiver.

[ SLEEVES ] : sender rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms.

[ SMIRK ] : while interacting with receiver, sender can’t resist a smirk.

[ NECKLACE ] : sender fastens a necklace around receiver’s neck, leaning in close to do so.

[ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to the sender stepping intimately closer to the receiver.

[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.

[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.

[ DEFEND ] : sender physically intervenes between receiver and a source of unwanted attention.

[ TEXT ] : sender texts intimate content to receiver.

[ PHONE ] : while on the phone with receiver, sender flirts teasingly during the call.

[ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, sender arrives close to receiver from behind, taking them by surprise.

[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.

[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.

[ LOOK ] : sender initiates intense eye contact with receiver.

[ ALONE ] : our muses find one another alone in an isolated setting.

[ ASK ] : sender asks receiver if they’re single.

[ WHISPER ] : sender leans close to receiver’s ear in order to whisper something to them.

[ BRUSH ] : sender reaches forward to brush a strand of receiver’s hair from their eyes.

[ STEADY ] : sender steadies receiver by placing their hands on their waist when the receiver almost falls against them.

[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something the receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.

[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver into their side as they’re walking together.

[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process.

[ BLADE ] : sender, having been enemies with the receiver, places a knife to their throat, but does nothing else.

[ STARE ] : while the receiver is speaking, the sender’s gaze drifts to their lips.

[ UNDERCOVER ] : while pretending to be a couple for the sake of a mission or other purpose, sender and receiver find themselves giving a Remarkably Convincing performance that leaves them questioning how platonic they really are.

[ AFTER ] : sender has just impulsively and passionately kissed the receiver without any warning nor apparent reason. how does the receiver respond?

[ REMARK ] : after someone passes a remark on what a cute couple the seemingly platonic sender and receiver are, the sender casts a meaningful glance at the receiver, expecting them to say something about it first.

[ PHOTOGRAPH ] : as someone volunteers to take a picture of them on a day out, sender instinctively wraps an arm around the receiver to steady them, holding them close for a photo that turns out to be more romantic than they were expecting.

[ CHALLENGE ] : after the receiver teasingly suggests that the sender is a terrible kisser, sender immediately and fervently proves them wrong with a long, passionate kiss that leaves the receiver taking back what they said.

[ LANGUAGE ] : sender begins to speak seductively and fluently with the receiver in another language.

[ CONSTANT ] : after days/weeks/months/years of endless flirting back and forth, sender finally dares the receiver to go beyond flirting and break the tensions between them properly.

[unfanaticism]

"mhmm! i knew it!" bluebell did not, in fact, have a specific height in mind, but that was certainly tall enough. not too tall. just right.

"youʻre a good height. most people like men who are taller than six feet... but i prefer someone your height. and you look so strong, too~" the streamer giggles and bites their lip. the streamer was just so grateful for beckʻs loyalty. she had no idea how to repay him.

"am i the only streamer you watch, beck? you donʻt seem like someone who watches a lot of online content." say yes. say yes. in fact, beck seemed terribly offline. he could stand to watch bluebell a bit more. bluebell gets giddy when he sees beck in the chat, so eager and sweet.

"you like cars, right? i donʻt talk about cars very much..." a pout. an apology. bluebell wonders if thereʻs a cute way to dress like a mechanic. or an f1 racer. "sorry if iʻm not very interesting, but maybe i can play more driving games. just for you."

thereʻs no manipulation or empty promises. as long as mario kart counts. bluebell would do anything for her fans. she exists to make them happy, doesnʻt she? "would you like that?"

and isnʻt that a reciprocal relationship?

[adorajpg]

"really? you do?" they're saying that to be nice, beck thinks to himself, but it's still difficult to hide the smile it coaxes out of him. he knows there's a high chance this is how bluebell spoke to all her patrons one on one, or that beck spent just enough money for them to want to keep him close and pleased.

but what if it was just him? bluebell was something sweet, delicate in his eyes. they'd fit so perfectly in his arms. or pinned beneath him as he marked up her pretty neck.

beck nods, perhaps a little too eager to confirm bluebell's suspicions. "you are, yeah." would she like that? or does that make him seem too desperate, too needy? never mind that he was exactly those two things, only elevated when she looked at him with that gleam in her eyes. he can't help but spill things he's too embarassed to even dwell on for too long when they bat their lashes and look at him so sweetly. "I've tried to watch others before but… none are really as fun as you are." the confession color's beck's already pink cheeks a bright red, warmth creeping up his neck.

"oh, but you're so interesting!" the protest comes out almost immediately as beck perks up in his seat, eyes wide. he's more than flattered that they remember, all but beaming as he nods. "you don't have to do that, I like watching you play what you like. if you're having fun then ... I like it too." it was the truth, beck would happily watch bluebell simply sit and go through their day, even if they hardly spared him a glance.

"have you been looking at new games already? are you changing your schedule up?" not that it made a difference. surely they both knew he'd be there regardless of what she said or did.

[thelonelymvse]

[ to: milo 🐈 ] god you're SUCH a man i can't believe i'm still friends with you

[ to: milo 🐈 ] okay true but can't a girl dream

[ to: milo 🐈 ] if nothing else i know that prince will continue to tell me about the sex so i can have material for my dreams

[ to: milo 🐈 ] oh baby, you have mastered the art form of fully clothed yet slutty

[ to: milo 🐈 ] (if you aren't gonna send me shirtless pics then you better take me home after my shift so i can see you shirtless)

[adorajpg]

[ to: simone 🍒💫 ] you love it, don't lie [ to: simone 🍒💫 ] we have a lot of fun our own anyway, I think we're good [ to: simone 🍒💫 ] do I not give you enough material? damn [ to: simone 🍒💫 ] I learned from the best, you give me pretty good feedback [ to: simone 🍒💫 ] image attached [ to: simone 🍒💫 ] can't we have both? I know you love a preview before the real thing

[thelonelymvse]

( to: azalea !!! 🌸) oh um.... i don't know. i know we're exclusive but i don't wanna ask her to be my girlfriend and freak her out.

( to: azalea !!! 🌸) i feel like i always have to balance masculine and feminine, if that makes sense? if i do a lot of makeup i don't dress up as much, and if i want a really pretty outfit i keep my makeup really simple.

( to: azalea !!! 🌸) and my hair. i'm scared to let it grow out any more than this

( to: azalea !!! 🌸) i look over at her and i see a girl doing her makeup

( to: azalea !!! 🌸) and then i look back at myself in the mirror and just see a boy playing dress up

[adorajpg]

( to : quan 🪷 ) but you want her to be? I think you should go for it honestly 😉 ( to : quan 🪷 ) maybe we need to play around with that then…. don't be afraid to call attention to yourself!!! ( to : quan 🪷 ) wear heavy makeup and grow your hair out and wear that cunty outfit ( to : quan 🪷 ) I think you'd be surprised to see how free you'd feel ( to : quan 🪷 ) and you deserve that, you deserve to see yourself when you look in the mirror ( to : quan 🪷 ) what's holding you back, babe?

[thelonelymvse]

"i am. i am." god, does he not know? they need to make sure he knows. they run their fingers over his chest and down the lines of his stomach like he's something holy, something sacred. they've seen each other at their bloodiest. how does he not know?

yiseok watches the drag of his tongue—and then whimpers pathetically when isaac finally touches him. he bucks up into his hand without thinking about it, already so needy, so worked up. so helpless for him. just the way isaac likes. but at least he's not alone in it; at least he can feel his sticky wetness even through his boxers. yiseok presses his thigh even harder against isaac, needing to feel him more. needing to be inside him. "i-i know you will. fuck."

it's been a long, long time since they were last inside anyone—their most recent hook ups (which really weren't recent) nothing but hurried hands and mouths. so yiseok moans, broken and beautiful, as isaac slowly slides onto their cock. "s-so nice, oh my god." they know they should give them both time to adjust but they can't help moving a little, gripping isaac's hips too tightly as they fuck up into him just once. "o-oh my—fuck, sorry, you just..... s-so warm."

[adorajpg]

usually, issac takes delight in teasing, in dragging things out until the person beneath him squirmed and begged for more. but he couldn't do that now, he couldn't do that to yiseok. yiseok needs and wants— and they asked so nicely. how could isaac deny them anything? how could he when all he wanted to do was give them even more?

yiseok's fingers press into his skin and isaac hopes they leave bruises in the shape of their fingertips, mapping out just how deep the desire went for days to come.  a low grunt escapes him as yiseok thrusts up against him, hand placed on their chest to steady himself. part of him wants them to continue, the image of yiseok flipping him over to fuck him into the mattress in their eagerness is enough to have isaac clenching briefly around them. perhaps another time. for now, isaac takes delight in being able to take care of yiseok in yet another way.

"easy," isaac murmurs, slowly grinding his hips against yiseok as he leans down to kiss them. he's hungry, starving for a taste as his tongue pressed past lips.and yiseok tasted better than anything. sweet with a hint of something sharp under it, isaac reveled in being able to feel him so closely.

"f—fuck." isaac breaks the kiss with a low moan, straightening back up as he settles into a rhythym. there's no use in playing it cool, in pretending to be in full control when he's spent countless nights wondering how yiseok would feel under him. a part of him wants to be gentle, careful like he is in everything else around the other. but he's every bit as needy as them, evident by how easily he slides against yiseok and the panted breathes he lets out with each glide. "do you know how long I've wanted this? feel like I've wanted you forever."

[thelonelymvse]

to @adorajpg // for venus

this is perhaps the worst possible time for kaden to do this—but when else will he have the chance? it's not like venus is sticking around to chat when he comes over to the dorms. so now, backstage before a music show, surrounded by staff and cameras and so many other groups who could overhear them, is his best shot.

"venus," kaden says, stony faced, after hyunjin faked a smile and scurried back to their waiting room. "i need to talk to you." he finds a slightly quieter corner, where no juniors are filming vlogs, and keeps his face blank as he speaks. "whatever the fuck you're doing to hyunjin, it needs to stop. you've known him better and longer than any of us. you know how sensitive he is. you're breaking his heart, venus."

[adorajpg]

it had been hyunjin's attention venus had hoped to catch when he wandered close to the newthorne members only to be tugged aside by kaden's stern voice. he knew it was inevitable. venus had felt it in the glances the two exchanged when he slipped out of the dorms, akin to a glare more than a mere gaze over. privacy would have been preferred, but privacy was a luxury neither of them were easily afforded.

there was something private, in a way, about speaking in between groups hurrying around. if he was lucky, they'd be far too preoccupied with their own busy schedules to care to listen to kaden's hushed scolding.

"I don't know what you're talking about." it stings, and venus wonders if he would've rathered that kaden had thrown a blow at him than whatever this was. how much did he know? how much had hyunjin told him? and if he couldn't convince hyunjin that all of this was caused by some stupid mind tricks venus couldn't control, how the hell could he assure kaden of the same? "I wouldn't do anything to hurt him, he knows that. he's… he's my best friend." he's everything.

[jamsmemes]

(     *     BARE BONES.

a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

skull.   what memories/thoughts do they guard the most from others ?

cheekbone. what makes them smile ?

mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?

teeth. what lasting mark do they leave on others ?

hyoid / neck. who taught them to speak up, or stay silent ?

clavicle / collarbone. who/what do they lean on when they're vulnerable ?

scapula / shoulderblade. what burden do they carry on their back ?

sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?

ribcage. who/what are they trying to protect ?

humerus. do they use humour as a shield or a weapon ? what from/to ?

radius. who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ?

ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?

carpals. what small habits do they have ?

metacarpals. do they ask for help or clench their fists and bear it ?

phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ?

spine. when do they lose their backbone, what scares them ?

pelvis. what future or legacy are they afraid/excited to be responsible for ?

sacrum. what sacrifices have they made ?

coccyx / tailbone. what outdated beliefs do they still carry, if any ?

femur. what drives them forward ?

patella / kneecap. how compliant/obedient are they, who will they kneel for ?

tibia. who/what keeps them moving forward ?

fibula. do they ever feel overlooked ?

tarsals. what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ?

metatarsals. if they could disappear for a day, where would they run ?

[kuzcosources]

5 Senses Development Questions!

Hear:

How would you describe the sound of your muse’s voice?

What sorts of music do they like to listen to?

If they had to pick three songs to listen to for the rest of their life, what would those three songs be?

What’s their favorite sound?

Their least favorite sound?

Touch:

What’s one of your muse’s favorite textures?

What does their skin feel like? Smooth? Rough?

Do they like maintaining a skincare routine? 

Are there any textures that your muse doesn’t like? Why?

How often do they clip their nails? Do they bite them?

Sight:

Is their vision good, or do they need glasses or contacts?

Do they like to use their glasses or contacts if they need them?

What is your muse’s visual aesthetic? (eg: outfits, colors, etc.)

What normal looking objects appear ugly to your muse? 

Are they good or bad at winking?

Smell:

What does your muse smell like?

Favorite candle scent?

What sorts of shampoo scents do they like?

What’s their favorite smell?

What’s their least favorite smell?

Taste:

If your muse had a taste, how would you describe it?

Are they more of a sweet or salty person?

What flavor lip balm do they usually use?

Do they lick, or do they bite?

What’s their favorite meal to make / eat?