an excess of muse

indie fandomless multimuse rp blog // sideblog

[padmaddean]

Dani & Sophie

The L Word Generation Q s01e04

[baddestbitchesglobal]

Olivia Munn

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seacachesaid:August 1st 2020, 10:49:00 am · 3 hours ago

XXX and another for maggie may

TICKLISH. She is ticklish basically everywhere. And, more importantly, she enjoys being tickled and really anything that makes her laugh during sex. It is her absolute favorite thing.

[amelissart]

married werewolf ocs because why the fuck not?

[cithaerons]

dante (musa trans.) / joan naviyuk kane /  dante (ciardi trans.)  /  david foster wallace / tauba auerbach / w.s. merwin

[eilidhink]

to/ny thorn/burg !

(holy shit??? holy. god. i just need to lie down for a while. character traits: idk but my self insert is gonna bang him. lord)

Okay so he’s a buddy of vampire!truck’s, but he’s NOT a vampire. Looks like one, absolutely, but he ISN’T and when people assume he is it makes him grumpy bc he’s ACTUALLY a werewolf and doesn’t appreciate the stereotyping that werewolves can’t be Elegant Bastards too. Teaches Romantic poetry and keeps trying to start a werewolf literary magazine but nobody’s taking him up on it. All his students are in love with him but he only has eyes for his husband Paul (also a werewolf and Truck’s childhood bff).

[eilidhink]

Mahe/rshala Ali bc i'm extremely gay for him

(yw)

Markus Osei is a documentary and portrait photographer. He got a lot of attention for a series where he asked politicians, CEOs, priests, surgeons, and others from powerful professions to pose in the nude. A surprising number agreed, and the project became a book as well as a touring exhibit. Unfortunately, a lot of the attention he got for it was salacious, and he was disappointed in the response overall, because he felt too many people didn’t really engage with the ideas behind the project. Since then he’s been working on smaller, short-term projects for publications like National Geographic, using the opportunity to travel and consider what he really wants to do next.

[eilidhink]

lupit/a nyo/ng'o bc i am nothing if not a useless gay

Maggie May Sherwood is a gifted witch with specialties in defensive magic and magical nullification. She was heavily recruited by various military and intelligence organizations, but she ignored them and became a very dedicated and patient preschool teacher at a school for kids with magical gifts. 

[eilidhink]

Aldis Hodge?

idk if they’re dating anymore but I am 100% bringing in Harmonia Rosales bc 1. I’m gay and 2. just look at this picture

They’re married, polyamorous, bisexual, time-traveling pirates because this is FICTION and I MAKE THE RULES. Known as Anders and Hellebore, but their real names and origins are unknown. There are rumors that they’re actually privateers in the service of some government or organization, but no one has been able to prove it. Work as a team 99% of the time and rarely work with others, so few have even been close enough to their work to have any idea of their motives. Very dangerous but it’s also very easy to forget that when they invite you into their bed.

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She's feeling awkward beside him. It's far more than just because of height. More than the fact that he seemed so utterly comfortable in his own skin (and perhaps in the wolf's, as well). He was honestly one of the most beautiful people Molly had ever seen. He stood tall and elegant and refined--meanwhile she was fairly certain she still had dirt on her face and twigs tangled in her thick hair from the last change. - HI BEAUMONT

Beaumont could feel the frenetic energy radiating off of the woman beside him. It was like emotional static electricity; he expected to be shocked at any moment. But it would be unforgivably rude to say any such thing to a guest, particularly tonight. They had put too much work into bringing everyone together to spoil everything by being, well, snobs. That was the word Paul would use. Had used, in fact, an hour earlier when they were getting dressed for the occasion.

And he was right. It was beyond time for the local wolves to start thinking of themselves as, and acting as, a pack. Some of them already did so by family line, of course, but they weren’t merely animals, bound by blood and limited by it at the same time. They could choose their loyalties, if they so desired, and be a stronger community for it. And that meant welcoming and befriending all kinds.

“Thank you for joining us, Ms. McKie. There is a restroom at the top of the stairs if you’d like to freshen up,” he offered with a small smile and a subtle glance at her hair. “Will anyone else from your family be joining us?”

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does maggie may know i love her

she does, and moreover she loves you, too. 

[secondhandmckie]

"I'll have one please" for Molly and Maggie May, the new OC (could be a teacher/single parent au??

THAT Meme

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Oh. Oooh, this was bad.

Well, not this, per se. This wasn’t bad at all. Who was she to complain when she was still entangled with Miss Maggie May, the most-fucking-adorable teacher she’d ever met. Somewhere Hot For Teacher was playing in the back of her mind.

It was only that--well, she was a teacher. Her son’s, to be precise. Talk about awkward Parent-Teacher conferences. She was a mother. She was supposed to behave herself, for crying out loud.

Suddenly, Molly snorted to herself, and glanced sidelong at Maggie’s curious look. She ultimately decided to bury her face against Maggie’s throat. It hid the blush.

“Maggie May, Molly McKie. If nothing else, it’s good alliteration.”

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"It sounds like the start of a tongue-twister.” Maggie May stared at the ceiling, blushing (not for the first time that night) when she thought about how they’d come up with more than one tongue-twister in the last little while.

Her mother had always warned her about vodka, but since her mother didn’t drink at all, she had never quite taken her seriously. Certainly not seriously enough, as it turned out.

But that wasn’t fair to the vodka, she thought. It was the freckles that were really to blame. Her fingers ghosted over those freckles now, tracing Molly’s shoulders as she thought about things like Choices and Consequences and how sometimes the consequences had the potential to be terrible, but you made the choices all the same because you knew you would regret it if you didn’t. And right now, Maggie May didn’t regret a single blessed thing.

“What time is the babysitter expecting you home?”

[mamachonnes]

On how Sulwe came to be

365 Days of Lupita Nyong’o: Day 76

[paradisecost]

❝ The mind is prone to mischief, I suppose. Especially in a place like this… remote and… full of stories. ❞ Maggie May @ Isaiah

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“Exactly,” Isaiah agrees, touching her shoulder briefly so she can let him by: it’s a small kitchen, not meant for two people cooking together, but thus far, they’ve had no major mishaps except a few sugar spills. Isaiah likes the company and the feeling of being in motion with another person again. “It’s the sea that does it,” he says, folding a blob of dough in on itself, “Makes folks’ imaginations run wild, even if you’ve lived here forever.”

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Moving easily out of Isaiah’s way, Maggie May lifted her cutting board to take the chopped vegetables over to the pot on stove. The small space was hot, and beads of sweat tickled the back of her neck and her legs, but it was a comforting heat, full of the smell of garlic and pepper, and it made her feel at home.

“Sounds wonderful. All those possibilities. Wonderful and dangerous.” The word dangerous slipped out quietly, and it might almost have been delicious, the way she smiled when she said it. It was possibility she had come here for, chasing stories that couldn’t possibly be true, just to figure out if that kernel of magic at the root of any of them might be. “Has your imagination ever run wild?” she asked, watching him knead with practiced hands. “You ever seen things you couldn’t have really seen?”

[paradisecost]

“I’ll have one, please” ooh, how about Markus and Silver?

@anexcessofmuse

The bed creaked when he scooted to the edge of it. Silver grimaced, but he wasn’t sneaking, so it didn’t matter: he was just trying to be quiet. To not draw attention to himself as he pulled the rest of his clothes back onto his pleasantly-aching body and readied himself to slip out into the night. He’d only slept about an hour and the sky was nowhere near light, but if he stayed--well. He didn’t sleep well alone, let alone around people, and didn’t especially want to make Markus deal with that.

He heard him shift, though. Silver glanced over his shoulder, twitched one corner of his mouth up into a smile, and resumed strapping the leg back on. “Sorry,” he whispered. He wasn’t sure why. Something about the dark always made one want to keep their voice as quiet as possible. “I was trying not to wake you.”

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“I’m too light a sleeper for that, I’m afraid. People tend to find it awkward when they’re trying to sneak out in the middle of the night.” Markus half sat up, rubbing his eyes. They can’t have slept for long, he didn’t even think he’d started dreaming yet. “Why are you sneaking out, anyway? Do you really want to go out in that?” he asked, nodding toward the window over the bed that was getting lashed with heavy rain.

Whatever Silver’s reason, Markus was confident it wasn’t anything to do with him. He hadn’t implied anything romantic or long-term to scare the man off, and he was certain they’d both enjoyed themselves. He was disappointed, though. He’d been thinking about how Silver would look in his bed in the morning light, as long as that rain let up before breakfast. He wanted to see that.

[anexcessofmuse]

[I promise I’m going to bed any minute now but I was just listening to this song and like. Did you ever see an image or read something or hear a song and you know it’s specifically about/for a completely underdeveloped muse? Like, you haven’t established their relationships or anything yet and you barely know their voice but you just. You know. This is their love song. 

Anyway this is a Markus song, he’s extremely in love with someone or was at one point in his life, and it gave me feelings but now I really, really need to go to sleep]

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It isn't stalking if it's not with malicious intent. At least that was the excuse (and the only one) Molly could come up with, so g-d help her if they noticed her and asked her purpose. Somehow she doubted /Hey I saw you guys and you're easily the most interesting and beautiful duo I've ever seen in my life can I be your friend/ would hold much weight. - SUP ANDERS AND HELLEBORE

Anders smiled. Hellebore could feel it in his posture as they walked side-by-side, and she sighed. They had passed the ruins without stopping, and she was unhappy about that, but she was always the more impatient of the two.

It was autumn, and the ground was covered with leaves in various stages of decay. That meant they had landed later than they meant to, and the gears were already turning. They only had so much time. He was going to be so smug when it turned out that he’d been right. It had been a good idea to set a few traps before they got started.

They stepped over the tripwire under the leaves without so much as altering their strides, and they kept walking until they heard their pursuer stumble over it. When they turned around, Anders was still smiling, but now so was Hellebore. It was a self-satisfied smile and not at all comforting.

“Explain yourself,” Anders requested, “concisely. My wife is in a hurry.”