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Do you have a mobile list of your muses?

i don't, but i'll throw a list below the cut for you. young muses at the top, parents are at the bottom.

loetise:

“ i know, i’m sorry. that sounds really sweet! and i’m glad that poor angel got taken care of, but that’s just not how it is all the time, y’know? sorry, that probably sounds silly. oh! that sounds amazing! do you think it would bug them having people come visit? like, if they’re there to get away from mean people … i dunno’. as long as they’re happy! ”

"no, no, it doesn't sound silly at all." on the contrary, listening to allie talk about animals revealed a depth of thought to rival even the most intellectual of individuals as well as a sensitivity belonging to only the juiciest of bleeding hearts. "you can visit nature preserves, as far as i'm aware. I think i have a pamphlet from ford, but i'll need to check on that, perhaps we can find the time to visit one, but don't be hurt if the animals don't want you to pet them."

#loetise #p: edwin and allie (loetise)#P: edwin ✶ — she was thinking mr right i was thinking right now

loetise:

fairy wrinkles her nose, it sounds far too complicated for it to be something that she could accomplish. and, even if she could do it, she never would. it sounded unfair, but she’s never been in a lot of situations where she’s wanted to have an advantage, or at least she thinks she hasn’t. she was a lot shorter than soren, which meant she knew it would take her longer to climb up to him, especially if he kept moving. why not start now? allie reaches for a branch as she speaks, chattering away even though she should probably focus. “ well, i’m, like, totally not doing a ploy, just so you know. and, wait, who am i gonna be in trouble with? the ground? i’m pretty sure the ground doesn’t mind, it even catches me! ” she takes a break from climbing for a moment, stilling so she can squint up to him and the branches to be counted. hair is tossed back behind her shoulder as she shakes it out of her eyes, the sun above them already making it hard enough to see. “ um, like, ten? ten big ones anyways, but i think there’s some more. ”

Amusing as it was to listen to listen to allie defend herself, soren also wondered if there was any point in trying to correct her, that the ground didn't get points for catching her because it didn't have much choice in the matter, there was gravity at work. Best not. "you'd get in trouble with me if you get hurt." soren informed her, sitting down on a branch with his back against the trunk as he waited patiently for her to keep climbing, watching to make sure that she didn't try to grab anything that seemed too slender even for her slight frame. "ten big branches?" sometimes it was difficult to understand just what allie meant, which was impressive since soren was the soft of man that wrote in code - and maybe he was difficult to understand as well, since he meant how far she could see out, not up. "the higher you are, the better your view will be of the surrounding area. You'll be able to see further than you could before and see over things as well. Keep climbing, try the branch to your right." he instructed, pointing in the direction he meant to help allie find the right branch.

#loetise #p: soren and allie (loetise)#P: soren ✶ — only six feet between me and getting some rest

loetise:

eyes light up, the fairy pleased with gio’s answer, her nervousness washing away easily. “ like a model? model’s are so pretty, they get to play dress up and have people look at them for a living! they’re so sparkly too … am i sparkly? ” she thinks it’s really special that gio makes the rules and still lets her stay with her. the fairy reaches for gio’s hand, before stopping suddenly with wide eyes, remembering reed saying something about poison nails,how her and gio had talked about it before. “ are you wearing your special nail polish today? ”

" you're very sparkly, allie. How about i use my phone to take pictures of you just like a model, would you like that? " gio's tone was pure indulgence as she watched allie, one hand reaching out to card through allie's hair. " they're safe, don't worry. " it seemed that more often than not, gio was playing safe with her hands, leaving herself free to reach out to others, and gio wasn't so blind as to miss that implication. Letting her hand fall, gio took allie's hand and began to lead her to the part of the store with a small clothes rack set up, outfits bunched up without any discernable pattern of size or style. " let's see if we can find something pretty for you. "

#loetise #p: gio and allie (loetise)#P: gio ✶ — this is a bad town for such a pretty face

loetise:

“ oh, yeah! the, um, really smart kind of crafty! i’m the sewing kind of craft way, but i’ve heard people talk about the other craft way! ooh! maybe gio should join a smart-crafty club! they have normal craft clubs, why not the other kind too? they can talk about, like, sketchy plans instead of glitter glue! oh my gosh, i’d love that! duh, you always make sense. i don’t think i have anything leather, i’ve only seen it on other people. leather’s like … dark, right? i hope so! yay! so it’s all worked out now! ”

" oh, i don't know if i'm any kind of crafty? i mean, dad taunt me how to make traps, but i don't think that counts because that's not really for nice reasons, it's not a gift that you can give to someone, you know? but i bet there are smart people clubs! and they can play smart games like chess, do you like playing games? i used to be really good at slap jack, but i haven't played in a while. Um... leather is usually dark, yeah? because it's like... skin, but i think they can dye it? or maybe that's some kind of fake leather, i don't know a lot about making clothes. "

#they're so dumb and it's so cute #loetise #p: ford and allie (loetise)

songeurame:

micah couldn’t help but let out a gentle laugh at gio’s question. of course he wouldn’t even attempt such a feat. but he did listen intently to the list of new used products. “that cuckoo clock sounds like a good find,” he thought aloud as a hand ran through his hands. “can i see it?”

"it is, i like it." which wasn't normal for gio, the large variety of goods that tracked through the store for one reason or another leaving her difficult to impress or charm, but there was something about the clock with it's carefully designed features and little figurines acting out a scene that she found endearing. Beckoning micah with her fingers, gio led the way further into the shop, away from the items meant to catch the eye first.

#songeurame #p: gio and micah (fortmiinable)#P: gio ✶ — this is a bad town for such a pretty face

missloislane

#i have sexy npcs

dirbenaffleck

Daniel Sharman promoting the 2Lads Podcast (2021)

#I: soren ✶ — only six feet between me and getting some rest

lighthouseborn:

“Hey—” a startle and a question and a caution all leaning forward, a hand outstretched even though there isn’t particularly anything he can offer. Nothing other than a relative empathy. (He’s never faced down with a falling cannon, but crushed…. crushed he knows.) He’s not confident she’ll want his concern. The understanding…maybe? It’s worth trying, anyway. “It stops. Th-” Hm. Try again. “The.. pinching. Pins and needles. It all stops, eventually.” A terse offering, his look shaded with the memory. Struggling to find any shred of something reassuring about– “It– you think it won’t but it does.” Mostly.

Showing weakness wasn't an option on the isle and even though it was only henry, battered and bruised and worth scouring a poisoned ocean for, cj still glared at his hand as though it personally offended her. The sound of his voice was all it took for her eyes to snap up, but moving was slow going, cautious as if she could feel the pieces of her pelvis threatening to fall out of place if forced to grate against each other too much. She was lucky, they said. Apollo put her back together, repaired everything the cannon crushed to something she could regain mobility from. Cj always thought they made it sound like he blew her hips back up like a fucking balloon. "you know what else stops that? those pain meds they keep telling me to ration." back in her previous position, the card still on the floor, and when would that stop feeling like a damn defeat? "i'll be fine. I'm too much of a goddamn pest for this to keep me down."

#p: cj and henry (lighthouseborn)#lighthouseborn #P: cj ✶ — i don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

hoistsails:

feelings have always been an anomaly to harriet . not one for opening up , and not one for letting someone in , she had never had someone who does not work for her just … openly confess devotion to her . their relationship had been what it always had been for years now , and somewhere along the way , something had shifted . they would spend the night in each other’s bed , but instead of dressing and leaving , they began to talk . they began to sleep through the night and leave the next morning . sometimes they only talked and never touched at all . and god , she is terrified , but being with him is the easiest thing she has done for years .

humming softly , she leans deep into soren’s touch , seeking the feeling of his fingers in her hair again . warm brown eyes open and peer up into his face , inspecting the look on his face , trying to decipher what is going through his mind . “ we can . not if you don’t want to . ”

Time had turned harriet's presence into a comfort, the sort where soren didn't always think before he spoke because he felt safe following his impulses, but a line was crossed the night before with the presentation of a fact he'd considered obvious. If harriet had shown the slightest of unease, he was prepared to minimize the meaning and explain all of it away through the veil of sex, but it was necessary because she reciprocated, and wasn't that the strangest thing?

"being able to do something isn't the same as needing to do something." the only thing soren didn't want to do was make harriet run, but he didn't feel concerned about that as he dragged fingers through harriet's hair again, wry amusement coating his voice. "i think this might not just be friends with benefits anymore." likely hadn't been for a while, but soren spent too much time pretending he was immune to feelings to know when it happened that harriet became someone important, someone he wanted an excuse to see. "now the question is... what do we want it to be?"

#hoistsails #p: soren and harriet (hoistsails)#P: soren ✶ — only six feet between me and getting some rest

sydneyssweeny

Sydney Sweeney as Cassie Howard in “Euphoria” Episode 01, Pilot.

#nsft #I: cj ✶ — i don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

musingsfromunderthemoon

Anonymously describe my muse’s aesthetic! Talk about sights, smells, textures, tastes or sounds you associate with them.

#MEMES ⫶ OUT OF CHARACTER

florencepughsource-deactivated2

Florence Pugh as Dani in Midsommar (2019)

#I: lily ✶ — you could be the king but watch the queen conquer

@loetise

#DYN: cj and cj ✶ — keep telling lies and i’ll be your alibi #V: cj ✶ — i don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me #calithal

dynamics tag drop

DYN: edwin and allie ✶ — you’re a flower i want to make bloom DYN: cj and cj ✶ — keep telling lies and i’ll be your alibi DYN: cj and cj and sammy ✶ — who's got the braincell besties DYN: cj and sammy ✶ — secret is another word for the adventures we share DYN: cj and harriet ✶ — do you see wasted years when you see me DYN: cj and corinne ✶ — kindness is a weapon and yours will kill me

#DYN: edwin and allie ✶ — you’re a flower i want to make bloom #DYN: cj and cj ✶ — keep telling lies and i’ll be your alibi #DYN: cj and cj and sammy ✶ — who's got the braincell besties #DYN: cj and sammy ✶ — secret is another word for the adventures we share #DYN: cj and harriet ✶ — do you see wasted years when you see me #DYN: cj and corinne ✶ — kindness is a weapon and yours will kill me