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pocmuses’ aesthetic series — successful business owner
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Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle.
Philo (via fyp-philosophy)
Marisol simply nodded in reassurance, brushing her long hair back as a few questions started to pop in her head. There was something different in Robert’s tone, and she could notice it. Of course she could, she had heard the same tone before. It was an accident though, but she decided not to give it too much thought. He seemed fine, and that was a great thing. Mari would never lure a friend on purpose.
“It’s not a problem, I’m just being honest… Are you alright, Rob?” The mermaid questioned, raising an eyebrow at her friend.
He snagged his bottom lip with his upper teeth, trying to regain composure the best he could. Now he started to worry, but he was trying his best to not let Marisol know. Robert was never the one to let in others when he had a problem, which was the Shadow Man who had it out on his family before he was born. He wished he knew more about his magic and what sort of magic he really can do.
Although- he had a rising suspicion that it may not have to do with him after all. When did he start feeling the change- when she sang. She was of Mermaid Lagoon right? He decided to not skirt around the subject any longer- asking her directly was the way to go.
“Marisol, what sort of powers do you have?”
“If you say so, man,” Mark laughed. “Sure! It’s fun some days, grueling the next… Depends on a lot of things.”
“Awesome. Did you really? Val’s my little sister! How’d you meet her?”
“You’re her brother? Oh, I see the resemblance now. She’s a wonderful person to be around, reminds me of my own younger sisters. I met her at the palace weeks ago.”
“That’s... quite an interesting looking car,” he spoke as he first laid his eyes on all the new features. “How fast can this vehicle go?”
“Maybe, or maybe it’s just the impression you give me. You have an artistic aura to yourself, or something like that.” Marisol mused for a moment, nodding her head lightly to prove her words.
As the man started playing the saxophone, Mari’s lips curled upwards into a bright smile and she began clapping her hands lightly to the sound of the melody, both happy to see that Robert could do something as amazing as that, happy to know that her thoughts were correct once again. Mermaids never failed when it came to telling fortunes and seeing into people’s futures and such. She started humming as he continued to play, quietly following the rhythm as best as she could.
He did not know what possessed him, but somewhere in the middle of the saxophone solo he did not feel quite like himself. Fear entered his mind, but that is all it did because something else was overpowering him. Attraction. He could recognize what that was, and for a moment that is all he felt. It made him finally falter and have an abrupt ending to his music, and he shook his head and tried to bring himself back to normal. Was that voodoo magic, or something else?
She was saying something before all this, right?
“Do I? It’s not something I often hear, but I thank you for saying so.” It sounded like a compliment, or maybe it was a mere observation but now he was starting to see himself in a new light.
You are so beautiful. My heart can not keep up; it beats with ten thousand wings.
Astrikos (via wnq-writers)
A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.
Roald Dahl (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
wes gibbins — she gave up everything for me. her entire life. to bring me to the states and it killed her.
"Rooobert." Upon getting tired she leaned against the door and let herself fall sat on the floor before knocking once again. "Please come out... I'll make you eggnog! ... Or we could go play chess!" She tried to sound as cheerful as possible in her words yet sighing afterwards.
My muse has become distant, avoiding everyone, stowing away in their room for hours and has not spoken in awhile. How does your muse confront them on this?
Robert couldn’t help it, he was missing his family and he could not make himself leave his room to do anything. Perhaps that was one of the advantages of living here in the palace, that no one disturbs you if you needed a day off. He has not spoken, and yet no one called him out on it until he heard a familiar voice outside.
Val. He couldn’t ignore her, what sort of friend would he be then? She was exceptionally kind for noticing, and perhaps that is all he needed, for someone to actually care about his existence.
Opening the door, he stretched his lips enough for a smile, even though the happiness did not completely reach his eyes. “I’d love some eggnog, yes.”
“– & she is WARM and she’s k i n d & she’s caring & she's SELFLESS and it’s real ”
How would your life be different if…You stopped making negative judgmental assumptions about people you encounter? Let today be the day…You look for the good in everyone you meet and respect their journey.
Steve Maraboli (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
“Well, have you ever wanted to sing? You look like you would be very good at it, no lie.”
“Yay! C'mon, show me what you’re made of and yes, I do.”
“People can look like good singers? I don’t know, I’ve never felt confident in that aspect. Maybe if you met my sisters, then they’ll probably join along in vocals.”
Placing one foot on the nearby chair, he positioned his alto sax over his knee and started playing a familiar tune. Well, familiar to him. Once the mouthpiece was enclosed by his lips, the sound was smooth and flowed like honey, fingers quickly working on the keys.
Siren Singing is an ability that allows the mermaid to put a human (usually a man) into a trance. Once in this trance, the human does whatever their told. In some myths, sirens would sing their songs to sailors to make them crash onto the rocks.
My muse has become distant, avoiding everyone, stowing away in their room for hours and has not spoken in awhile. How does your muse confront them on this?
Anti-social behavior is a trait of intelligence in a world full of conformists.
Nikola Tesla (via fyp-science)
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▒ ❝ i love my S I S T E R more than anything in this LIFE i will choose H E R happiness over MINE every time ! ❞ █ ▌