i feel celestial

celeste williams. 33. ex-hunter.i wonder when the night will reach it's end; the sleep is not my friend.

[vhsmeme]

* drabble checklist

send a word for a drabble! feel free to specify which muse does what.

catch: your muse discovers mine doing something they shouldn’t

note: my muse leaves a note for yours

bed: your muse tucks mine in

console: my muse comforts yours

embrace: my muse hugs yours

rocky: your muse finds mine bruised and bloody

jacket: your muse bundles mine up before they go outside

dial: my muse calls yours

heart: my muse says i love you

why: my muse shows how much they care, without words!

hush: your muse calms mine down (from lashing out, crying, etc.)

pain: your muse looks after mine when they have a headache

clock: my muse is late (home, work, etc.)

soup: your muse cares for my ill muse  

shield: my muse shields yours with their body

laugh: my muse laughs at a joke, funny story, etc.

cape: my muse saves yours

scar: your muse touches one of mine’s scars

guilt: my muse apologizes

fright night: my muse has a nightmare

diner: our muses eat at a 24 hour diner

half: our muses share something (snack, blanket, etc.)

book: our muses read a story 

twinkle: our muses go stargazing

fight club: our muses argue

popcorn: our muses watch a movie

song: our muses listen to music

roam: our muses get lost

classy: our muses go to a formal event 

candy: a fluffy moment 

thunder: an angry moment

boo: a spooky moment

whoopee: a celebratory moment

onion: a sad moment

[promptsareus-blog1]

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

[celestewilliams]

when: winter 2017 where: celeste’s apartment   who: @soundofsurvival​

Celeste can’t say that she hadn’t seen this coming when Sloan first mentioned the wolves. She understood, of course; years and years spent with a single mission in mind doesn’t leave her bones as quickly as she would like. Celeste just never expected to be close to another hunter again. It would be dangerous for her to get pulled back into the lifestyle, it would be dangerous if her old family found her again. As much as she cared for Sloan, she didn’t want more blood on her hands. 

“I didn’t think you needed to know, darling,” she finally said, her words chosen carefully. “Just sit down, we can talk through this,” she said, her eyes falling on them once more. “Please?”

[celestewilliams]

when: march 16th where: grocery store who: @allegrafitzgerald

For a moment, Celeste thought they were a figment of her imagination. Standing at the other end of the aisle as Celeste debated whether to bring home pizza rolls or bagel bites, Allegra caught her eye almost instantly. She had visited the restaurant Allegra worked at a handful of times since she’d seen the other last, but to no avail. Instead, she ran into them in oil-stained jeans and her hair piled on top of her hair in a bun. Not the most attractive look, but hey. Sometimes she just didn’t want to cook. “I was starting to think you were avoiding me,” she said with a bit of a chuckle as she took a few steps closer to her...friend? Were they even friends, or did they just happen to run into each other every once in a while? Was it any of her business where Allegra had been for the past few months?

[celestewilliams]

tenderhowls​:

DATE: Winter, Early December (Pre-change.) LOCATION: The Edge of Blackrock Forest STATUS: OPEN

There’s a wolf on the hillside. Not one of theirs, he knows this, but a wolf all the same. He wonders who it is, who it was, if it was anyone at all, or if he’s just some idiot standing at the edge of the woods staring up at an animal. Sometimes a wolf is just a wolf. His right hand inches across his stomach unbidden to rest at his left side, right where a wolf sank its jaws into him so long ago. It itches, still, sometimes, when it gets cold. Not enough to be some sort of an omen, but still. It’s not itching now, but he scratches it anyway, idly and unconsciously. When will it happen? He asks himself, the thoughts barely forming in his brain, more feeling than conscious words. Will I know beforehand? Leon tries to think back to the year before, to the moment when he shed his human skin in favor of the wolf pelt, but the memory is fuzzy and vague and gray around the edges. He thinks Will would know how to tell when it’s coming on, but she’s not around for him to ask. His brain tries to put feelings to it, tries to rationalize it. Maybe it’ll be like a migraine coming on. Maybe I’ll see auras. Maybe I’ll taste copper in my mouth. He reaches into his jacket for a cigarette, thumbing one out of the battered pack and lighting it up without ever breaking eye contact with the wolf. After a deep inhale, he draws the cigarette from his mouth and exhales smoke. If the wolf were closer, he’d offer it a drag. The thought makes him smile, despite himself, and Leon shuffles his feet a bit, trying to create enough motion to warm his bones. Maybe if I keep moving long enough, I’ll never get cold again. What a childish, hopeful thought. The crunch of boots falls flat on his ears; too enraptured by this wolf that may or may not be a person, Leon doesn’t notice until the person behind him is close enough for him to feel their body heat. Startled, he jumps a bit, breaking eye contact with the wolf to glance behind him. “Son of a bitch tit shit fu—” he hisses, arms flailing slightly, nearly dropping his cigarette. He jams the thing back between his teeth grumpily. “Sorry, you– you scared me,” he explains. “I was just—” He looks back to the hill. The wolf is, of course, gone. He has a built in excuse with the cigarette. He knows this. Still, his brain seizes the first thing he can think of. “…Pissing.” What the fuck is wrong with you?

Celeste know’s it’s dangerous; hell, how many wolves had she seen injure one of her own friends? But the danger was drawing closer and closer to town, and she was more on edge than she had been in years. Perhaps it was the body found close to her apartment that gave her an uneasy feeling, almost as if the dangers in the town knew. Would she truly be safe in town this year, or did they already have their sights set on her? She let her boots scrape against the hard ground, hoping to alert any wildlife to her presence. Maybe she shouldn’t have come alone, but then she saw a figure in the distance. A figure staring at something in the edge of the trees, a...wolf? She didn’t want to run, didn’t want to scare it away, but something drew her closer to the man standing near the trees. It took him far too long to realize she was there, and she chuckled as the man fumbled with his cigarette. “Oh, shit, sorry,” she said, though she gave him an odd look. “Did you, uh, see something out there too?” she said, nodding towards the trees. 

[celestewilliams]

when: when ansel arrived in blackrock idk where: old country roads take me home  with: @anseleyman​ 

Perhaps it was unwise to stop and help everyone Celeste saw stranded on the side of the road, but she had to be honest. The man looked pitiful sitting there with a smoking engine and other cars in sight. She was stronger than she looked, and it wasn’t even her safety she was worried about; she just didn’t want to meet the wrong sorts of people. 

After a moment of indecision, she turned her hazards on and pulled off the road behind the man. “Hey, kid. You need any help? It, uh, doesn’t look good,” she said with a bit of a smile. There was always the chance he had already called someone, but she’d been in town long enough to know he wasn’t a local.

[celestewilliams]

allegrafitzgerald​:

closed to @celestewilliams​ // early november // ugly mug cafe

Allegra was fairly certain that going into the cafe to get a coffee they couldn’t really afford to possibly interact with the woman who’s bed the woke up in a few weeks earlier wasn’t their smartest move. Celeste has still be sleeping when they left, too early in the day to really be called morning, but Allegra couldn’t help but open the door when they spotted Celeste through the window. Their timing was off, though, and Allegra walked inside as Celeste was leaving, bumping into her and knocking her drink out of her hands. “Shit,” they exclaimed, stepping back. “Shit, sorry.” Was this embarrassment they felt? They weren’t certain, after so many years, but they thought it might be. “Sorry, for, well, that,” they said, gesturing to the mess they had caused. 

Sometimes, there was a need for midday coffee. The day could drag on and on in the shop, so on her lunch break Celeste often made her way over to Ugly Mug. She had only taken a few sips of her steaming hot cup of coffee as the door slammed open and she walked right into...Allegra? “Fuck,” she muttered as the cup tumbled out of her hand. The dark liquid sprayed all over the front of her shirt, already covered in grease stains from the morning’s work. Still, she glared at the woman once more before making her way to the condiments bar and grabbing a handful of napkins. “You just going to stand there?” she said, glancing back at the door. 

[mycorruptedmindd]

if i ever opened up to you i was joking

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Peer into my muse's memories

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

💕- A memory about their significant other

💞- A memory about their children

💓- A memory about their friends

💗- A memory about a good deed they did

💖- A memory that made them feel special

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

💟- Wildcard!!!

[theofawn]

Music Meme

Send in a number for—

a song I associate with my muse’s personality

a song I associate with my muse’s past

a boss battle song for fighting my muse

a song lyric that describes my muse

a song that makes my muse sad

a song that makes my muse want to dance

a song that my muse always sings along to

a song that makes my muse feel nostalgic

a song that would play while my muse is having sex

a song my muse would do a striptease to

a song that reminds my muse of their family

a song that my muse might listen to when angry

a song dedicated to on of my muse’s ships (specify ship)

a song that my muse would sing to their children

a song that my muse would play at their wedding

a song that my muse can’t stand

a song that makes my muse think of your muse

a song that plays while my muse trains/works-out

a song that plays while my muse studies/works

a random song from my muse’s playlist

[sagamemes]

spots to kiss.   since y’all like kissing prompts—and who wouldn’t, honestly–so have a collection of places to press your lips to. many of these work perfectly fine for platonic or familiar affection while some are a bit steamier, though what counts as what is of course naturally dependent on the muses and the context. send ‘ SPOTS TO KISS + [number] ’ to kiss my muse there, or with # for dealer’s choice. context and description allowed and encouraged. feel free to use the last option  ( 57 )  to give the kiss on any fantasy or scifi body parts not listed here.

a kiss on the top of the head.

a kiss to hair.

a kiss on the forehead.

a kiss on the space between eyebrows.

a kiss on the temple.

a kiss on the cheek.

a kiss on the eyelid or the undereye.

a kiss on the nose

a kiss on the ear.

a kiss on that space where jaw connects.

a kiss on the corner of the mouth.

a kiss on the cupid’s bow.

a kiss on the lips.

a kiss on the chin.

a kiss on the jawline.

a kiss on the back of the neck.

a kiss on the underside of the jaw.

a kiss on the throat.

a kiss on the side of the neck.

a kiss on where the back of the neck turns to shoulder.

a kiss above the collarbone.

a kiss along the collarbone.

a kiss on the space between collarbones.

a kiss on the shoulder.

a kiss on the bicep.

a kiss on the forearm.

a kiss on the elbow.

a kiss on the outside of the wrist.

a kiss on the inside of the wrist.

a kiss on the back of the hand.

a kiss on the palm.

a kiss on a finger.  ( which one? )

a kiss on the side of the ribs.

a kiss on the shoulder blade.

a kiss on the space between shoulder blades.

a kiss along the curve of the spine.

a kiss on the upper back.

a kiss on the lower back.

a kiss on the sternum.

a kiss on a pec / breast.

a kiss under the breast.

a kiss on where the sternum ends.

a kiss on the stomach.

a kiss on the navel.

a kiss on the hipbone.

a kiss on the ‘v’.

a kiss on the front of the thigh.

a kiss on the back of the thigh.

a kiss on the inner thigh.

a kiss on the knee.

a kiss on the calf.

a kiss on the ankle.

a kiss on the heel.

a kiss on the foot.

a kiss on a toe.

a kiss on an nsfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

a kiss on a sfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

[celestewilliams]

avery-sinclair​:

When: December 7th, afternoon Where: Jacob’s Vigil Who: @celestewilliams​

She wanted there to be an answer, some sort of explanation for why a kid had been killed in the middle of a sleepy town in Minnesota. Sure, crazy things happened everywhere. People died. Accidents happened. But from the looks of it…this was no accident. At least, Avery didn’t think so. Bodies didn’t just show up at the edge of the woods like that. Kids didn’t die without any explanation.

Avery shook herself from her stupor when she felt someone stop beside her, just behind her shoulder, and lifted her head to see Celeste. She gave the woman a slight smile before looking back towards the vigil in Jacob’s honor. It felt right to be there and say goodbye even if she hadn’t actually known him. She felt connected with him…somehow. “You okay?” She asked after a moment, giving her roommate a careful smile.

If she was honest, Celeste would say she had been dreading Jacob’s Vigil. She didn’t know if the placement of his body was deliberate, but it felt as if she was getting far too close to the violence in this town for her liking. And a kid? Celeste hadn’t known Jacob, but it didn’t feel right to skip. 

Thankfully, she saw a familiar face in the crowd. They were at the very edge of the crowd; Celeste felt as if she didn’t belong anywhere closer. Perhaps the family was glad that she found the body, but she couldn’t forget the look on his parents’ face. “Yeah, I’m...better than I thought I would be, at least,” she said, her voice soft. “How about you?”

[celestewilliams]

sarahawthorn​:

where: whitegrass’ barn party, the bar when: dec 7, 6:00 pm open to: all

Sara would’ve happily put her name down for every volunteer item on the list. She almost did do that, in fact, but a gentle reminder that she is allowed to enjoy herself, too, leads her to picking just one: bar duties, from five to seven. After that, she vows to have a good time. Her skills as a bartender don’t go beyond more than a handful of drinks, but after the first hour is up, all she’s done is open bottle after bottle of wine. Simple enough.

“Mrs. Whitegrass has really outdone herself this year,” Sara comments idly. When the line for alcohol finally lulls, she takes a good look around the barn, unsure of where her eyes should land. Even on its own, the barn is rather grand. For the party, it’s been transformed into something else entirely. 

“I almost forgot we’re still in Blackrock,” she laughs, but it’s a welcome feeling. Much like Hutch’s Thanksgiving dinner, she thinks it’s something they all need. 

Of all the places Celeste thought she would find Sara, it was not behind the bar. Hell, she hadn’t even thought of volunteering for the party, but figured it would be a nice distraction for a few hours. Especially after the memorial service. It sounded like the party was an annual thing, but she barely remembered anything from her first holiday in Blackrock.

“She sure has,” Celeste said with a smile. The barn did, in fact, look gorgeous. Lights strung up everywhere, a band in the corner. Hell, the bar itself had an impressive array of choices. She took a glass of wine that had been placed on the bar moments before, and then asked, “So, when do you get to enjoy yourself?”

[drlelandsoffice]

The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Tumblr Meme

[tigersniper-deactivated20150224]

Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[celestewilliams]

You find all the women in Blackrock hot as fuck

“You said it, not me.”

[celestewilliams]

Beauty is very important to you.

"Beauty isn’t everything.”

[celestewilliams]

You are tired of running

“Hopefully I’ll stay in Blackrock for a while.”