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This blog is now officially an archive! You can find Yuugetsu over at @lunarisvesperaregina.

#outoftwilight #Voice of the Forest's Overseer (mun speaks)#Melodies of Praise (PSA)

Just a note that I am slowly moving my blog over to a new url, lunarisvesperaregina. Any follows from there are me, so don’t worry.

#outoftwilight #Voice of the Forest's Overseer (mun speaks)#Melodies of Praise (PSA)

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I want to make this known; it’s OKAY to flirt with my muse, it’s okay to say flirty things to them, yes, they may not react to it, they may not respond to it positively, but know as a mun I’m 100% OKAY with it. Especially if my muse is clearly attractive appearance wise, go a head, flirt with them, if my muse is your muse’s type, it’s okay to flirt, we don’t have to be shipping, we don’t ever have to ship to have you flirt with my muse; I WONT think you’re pushing a ship on me either. But I just feel that some people are scared to have their muse be flirty to another because we a muns might take it the wrong way.

I’m not saying this goes for everyone, but I’m letting you know that it doesn’t make me uncomfortable and I’m fine with it.

#outoftwilight #Melodies of Praise (PSA)

hopesumners

#outoftwilight #Whispering Secrets With the Wisps (musings)#(IF THIS AIN'T YUU I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS)

There was no denying it, that man was talented. Even though she was behind him in the Appeal by a mere 15 points, her comparatively lackluster score in the Dress-Up doomed her from the start. She was by no means angry or bitter, morerather, she had this hanging sense of shame that crippled her. Not only did she quickly lose her top slot, but she had broken down on live television again, a parallel to a shameful memory of her early career. Even though her anxiety attack had passed, she could still feel her throat tighten.

“Mother, Father, everyone... I’m sorry.”

#ic #ws2017contest #ws2017comments

ultrasuggestion

strength is carrying a burden and not letting anyone know how heavy it is.

#outoftwilight #Whispering Secrets With the Wisps (musings)

Deep Ass Starters.

Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!

"What's holding you back?"

"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"

"Let me in sometime!"

"It's not that easy, you know."

"Help me understand."

"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."

"Why are you always so cold?"

"Why are you always so happy?"

"Are you really happy now?"

"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"

"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"

"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"

"It's a problem, I get it."

"This is all kinds of messed up."

"That's not exactly a good coping method."

"So what happened, with your parents, really?"

"What was your childhood like?"

"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."

"You were bullied? What for?"

"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."

"You can't just run away all the time."

"You can't just hide all the time."

"Are you still thinking about them?"

"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."

"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"

"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"

"You never talk about it, why?"

"How come you're so different around them?"

"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."

"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."

"What was your ex like?"

"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."

"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"

"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"

"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."

"Are you scared of being hurt?"

"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"

"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"

"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."

"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"

"You use people to make yourself feel better."

"I'm scared of being used again..."

"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."

"How long has it been since you lost them?"

"You're too attached."

"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."

"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."

"Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"

#outoftwilight #Mischief of the Fae (ask memes)

So uh... I might be moving this blog to its own account? I’ll have a new URL, too, so please keep watch for any notices regarding the matter. That being said, all threads will not be dropped, and there might be some retcons here and there. This blog will be either deleted or archived, depending on whether I feel like reblogging all the HCs to the new location. If not, I will simply add everything to the HC doc.

#outoftwilight #Melodies of Praise (PSA)#Voice of the Forest's Overseer (mun speaks)

5 Similarities Between Mun and Muse

-Self-Esteem issues due to how others view them -Live for aesthetics (and trashy fandoms, for that matter) -Living Shiny Charm -Absolute anxious wreck, especially when they’ve done something wrong -Will almost always blame themselves first, and continue blaming themselves for unhealthy periods of time -Bonus: A whole slew of other things, due to the muse being based on a certain part of the mun’s personality and struggles.

5 Differences Between Mun and Muse

-Mun is Japanese with an English name, while the muse is mostly of European descent with a Japanese name -Mun is much more of a doormat, and is far more likely to fuck up -Mun is far more casual than muse -Muse is more of a nonconformist than the mun, which really says something -Muse is better with technical details, while the mun is better with creativity and abstract concepts.

Tagged by: Stolen Tagging: Steal it!!!

#outoftwilight #about the mun #about muse #Songs of the Soul (headcanons)

MUSE AESTHETIC.

repost; don’t reblog!

bold the aesthetic for your muse; italicize what can be taken two ways.

the softest palms that never want to touch you until after a bottle of wine. / “ just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl. ” / pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. / “ you’ll get it done before the day is up. ” / guilt that isn’t yours to have./ it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town. / chains. / “ how could you do this to me?” / the sharp sting of guilt. / you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite. / the family you never had. / falling backwards through time. / quicksand. / drowning, but you don’t save yourself. / “ you’re getting better. ” / “ they smile like a snake. ” / you’re the stars and the sky. / there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to. /they are your wings, there’s no doubt there. / “ let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly. ” / you edge a bit too close to the sun. / another ghost to take your place after every stumble. / deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun. / rock candy melting in water. / waves rise and leave the foam behind. / the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually. / happiness is the best front a man can take. / “ i’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you before. ”/ you disagree; they’re more beautiful. / discomfort at the tiniest of touches. / the sky opens up when you see them. / rain comes down. / poppy fields. / your sanity hanging by a thread. / “ oh god, what have you done? ” / roommates weren’t supposed to be the smartest ones of all. / they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. / you try to help, but it only got worse. / now they’re dead, it’s all your fault. /

adam & eve in the garden. / a temptress in crisp button-downs. / “ fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you? ” / they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. / the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. / sugar and spice and a taste for the dark side. / yves saint laurent black opium on your pillow, a scented cloud drifting behind you like a cape. / crisp green apples piled up on the table. / your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. / what a pretty one, they say. / you laugh without humor. / a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest. / there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. / the seat of power fits like a glove. / heavy is the head that wears the crown. / you share a space, but not a mind. / they think you are weak; you are, maybe. / “ what are you going to do with all of these pills? ” / an empty bird’s nest. / broken pencil tips. / there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill. / “ we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that. ” / “ they weren’t there when it happened. ” / corruption. / there’s a red string tying you together. / the scent of whiskey on the horizon. / “ you’re the best friend i’ve ever had. ” / pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. / 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. / you try to lift your head up, but it’s so much effort. / always walking on sunshine. / there’s a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you can’t be bothered. / hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. / you drift, but you know where you’re going. / no one has any dirt on you because you’re infinitely spotless. / the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine. / court hearings. / “ I miss you. ” / siblings are a funny thing. / they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece. / blackbird screaming / you still wake in nightmares. / are you an illusion? / you don’t feel real. / who is in control? / “ like you like me like corpses. ” / and all the choirs in my head sing. / it’s the laughing, it’s the laughing, it’s the laughing. / they tell you to put out your hand; you hesitated. / you’ll always be a protagonist but you won’t always be the hero. /

there’s a thousand eyes watching your every move in the darkness. / masks upon masks upon masks; secrets piling up until all the exits are blocked / with all your hiding, does anyone know who you truly are? / do you? / five seconds, four, three, two – you feel adrenaline surge through you. / the look on their face is every definition of ‘no’; you’re still going to do it. / “ what’s worse, dying or being caught? ” / you still don’t know the answer. / “ you’d never hurt me. ” and yet you just might. / wings clipped to the flesh to prevent escape. /you’ll still find a way out. / someone else slipped in and took their place. / there’s a grin on your face and a bad idea in your head. / you’ll agree every time they try to tear you down./

tagged by: I stole it. -innocent whistling-

#outoftwilight #Whispering Secrets With the Wisps (musings)#long post

sayurismiles:

“Ah, if it’s just a warm up without pokemon accompaniment it should be fine! I mean, just because I’m not your judge doesn’t mean people might not poke their heads in here.” People sometimes practiced backstage in front of the competition too, but Sayuri had noted that only the people going first ever did that. It was never anything big either.

She trotted over to the judge’s table, setting Koro down on top of it. He jumped down immediately, rushing over to Amai who had decided to just plunk herself down beside Flourite. The dog circled both sheep excitedly.

“If it’s more than that, I would worry about Fuhiryu-san coming in and seeing.”

“It won’t even be the same song, so don’t worry about it. Let’s see... ah, how about this one?” The last part was to herself, seemingly in a moment of thought for which song to warm up to. A quick clearing of her throat, a couple of deep breaths, and soon the notes flowed from her lips like water, a second-nature action that she took to as if she was the song herself. Singing was one of the few things she had absolute confidence in, unlike Coordinating and especially not in regards to her League position. She might outwardly say otherwise, though.

It wasn’t a traditionally beautiful song, but it made for a good warm-up. One might get a feeling of mischief or energy from the song, stirring some sort of emotion inside. Her voice fluctuated between two extremes, constantly dipping between high and low. It seemed like such an exercise was fun for her rather than strenuous, quickly switching between tones as if it were some sort of game. Sure, she only sang the second half of the song, but it was enough to get her vocal chords adjusted and give a little example to the younger girl.

“Your score, Miss Miyake?”

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