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[ M O O N • C A L E N D E R ] : & when her mouth unhinges , she becomes this greedy fool with blood in her mouth . selective , private multi muse . written by plum & dash only .
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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?
DRUNK GIRL IN THE BATHROOM HOT !! 𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕒 .
you're both wasted, she just somehow does it so much better. you're crying, about something your stupid ex did or said. and suddenly she appears, looking like an angel aside from the slight sway in her step. she's helping you our of your slump on the floor when you grow pale and catastrophy strikes. you're the most disgusting you've ever been, and still, this stranger holds your hair and rubs soothing circles in your back. gives you a breath mint and sits you back against the wall, asking what happened. you tell her, and her glittery, perfectly made face turns sour. with her heels in hand, she loops your arm around her shoulders so she can help you walk to an uber she called for you. your ex says something snarky to you in passing on the way out, and for her it's the final straw. she whirls around, fire in her eyes and a set in her brow and she slaps him hard across the face. calls him a jerk or a dick or something like that, you can't remember, you were busy smiling at the stunned look on his face as she drags you both outside. before you get home, she gives you a hug and kind words in a bubbling voice and you're thankful for her. thankful there are people out there who look out for people like you, who stand up for people even when they might have trouble standing themselves.
BOB THE BUILDER HOT !! 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖 .
i am not saying bob the builder is hot, im just saying you have the hotness of a handyman. you're humble, down to earth, and exist with an easy confidence that takes peoples breath away. you always seem to know exactly what you are doing. you may still be stuck in your hometown, but you have quite the reputation. you do get a lot of business, after all. people around here sure tend to break things an awful lot, and they always call you, listening through the phone reciever with a light blush and bated breath, for your inevitable "I'll help you."
[ cup & kiss ] CAROL AND NICKKK!!!!! 😭
[ cup & kiss ] – for the sender’s muse to cup the receiver muses’ face during an incredibly passionate and long overdue kiss.
Most, if not all, deployments were agony. There were not enough letters to be sent or two minute phone calls to be had that could hold Nick Bradshaw over. Towards the end, he always got antsy, filled to the brim with excitement. So much so that it was nearly contagious to Mav. Goose often found himself explaining to Mav that one day he’d understand what it was like.
It only made sense for the R.I.O to drop his seabag the moment he was off of the docked aircraft carrier and rush to his wife in waiting.
His arms are outstretched long before embracing her figure. The smile on his face and gleam in his light brown eyes speaks a volume. The passionate kiss that follows marking their reunion speaks far more volume than any words he could possibly come up with.
Carole’s soft hands rise up and cup his face before he realizes it. Nick can’t help but smile at her tender touch. It results in a soft laugh brushing against Carole’s lips. As much as he loved flying, there was no where else he wanted to be in this very moment.
Anya Krugovoy Silver, from "Turban", Saint Agnostica
[text ID: I walk through my fear like a robed priest through incense: whatever is offered to God is holy. I am that offering. end ID]
⧽ ° ✽ 。 ⧼ . . anonymous ASKED : “ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ” for Nathaniel Kazansky
YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN YOUR FATHER CRY . he sits like a stone statue , unmoved by everything but the rain ——— the terrible - times rain corrodes him into a worse man , nathe considers . makes him into a man one could excuse with the way his hand waves off his wife , with the way his children lie both accomplished yet starved . nathe has always been plagued by starved - ness , has always held hunger like his mother holds love : near his heart like glue to a shattered ceramic , this feeling keeps the body whole + from falling apart like sand to the touch . + he listens , considers in his mouth that he never quite has been set in this situation , never has been accused of selfishness on a level that benefits him ( because he does everything he does for the big picture , the only selfish thing he hands off to himself is the spite his father warms in his chest ) .
HE TURNS HIS HEAD LEFT + RIGHT , up + down , plants his heavy , heavy gaze on the other before him ; his mouth crooks into something much more angry than he thinks he feels . “ I’M the difficult one ? ” this conversation isn’t too far off from ironic , the small voice of a boy , of a fifteen year old boy , spits this venom out on the floor between them . his father’s glance is quickly somber ——— he can’t get out of this with barely - there words + a dismissive gaze like he always does , so he looks at his son with plastic tears glistening off the oils of his face , his son could think of those tears as sweat . nathe has nothing in him that feels sympathetic towards this man who scribbled out his heart with a permanent marker , poison sitting in his ribcage , black ink choking his throat . “ i guess i always have , to you ? i wonder , why are YOU the only one who feels like that ? ”
PAINTED SMILE BLEEDS HIM OUT RED ; thus begins this performance of anger that places its hands around his neck like a criminal tempted by an empty throat . “ as far as i’m concerned , father , you have no stake in this house except for how the finances are used . as far as i’m concerned , you have never been in the fight ; as far as i’m concerned , you haven’t even showed up in the sidelines . ” a thought crosses paths with nathe , + this bitter - scorn smile carves itself into his face like blood on a knife .
[ his mother : “ when your father comes to the table , you are not allowed to leave the table until you both respectfully greet him . he never sees any of you ; he’d love to see a smile + hear your voices ! ” nathe had sat silent all through supper , eating slowly , meticulously , glances tossed to him from his brother + mother ; they know his long game . ]
“ IT WAS NICE TO SEE YOU THIS MONTH , father , ” bit out like a dog in a rusted crate , teeth in his mouth like a feral mother to trees . “ you should visit your children more ; they love to see you . ” he brings his dish to the sink , leaving the family - less man at the table with no words + half of the empty heart he had in the first place .
0 0 . @lieutphoenix . . leon . . ⧽ ° ✽ 。 ⧼
SUN THROUGH SHEER BECOMES HER ALARM . bleary sight + dry throat , holding + held , + yet , her body aches in this slow coming panic that picks at her back like her mother’s shrill screaming while she sleeps into her mattresses . these hands that bring her to shore , that linger at her tide , that becomes this too - hot touch . without words , sound is garbled + barbed , as if body in a subconscious paralysis , in this throw of sleep lock . though , when she does fully waken , it happens all at once , crashes her like starlight limbs to disorientation . “ oh my ----- GOD , natasha , you GOTTA wake up , holy SHIT ! ” voice slow + loud , dipped in pitch , rough in her just - woken state of confusion + arsenic peace .
0 0 . @kznsk . . lidia . . ⧽ ° ✽ 。 ⧼
SHE COULDN’T HELP BUT BE SORRY FOR ANY CHILD IN HER PRESENCE . once or twice , she’s warned nathe of her incompetence when it comes to caretaking . in the sky + instructing those who were to be in the sky , her confidence dressed her skin like a sheen of sparks , pressure turning her to a knife . + when her hands become softer , when her arms are told to hold instead of keep , her fingers fold in on themselves like a cocoon from the outside . that’s why she stands rigid with this little girl clung to her hand . “ your uncle will be back in a few hours , maybe . i hope so . ” she cringes at how that comes , words twisting her mouth like a sopping towel .
0 0 . @ltdice . . pete . . ⧽ ° ✽ 。 ⧼
HE GRINDS HIS TEETH TOGETHER MUCH MORE THESE DAYS . bone + blood , tongue - voice a sheepish destruction in his mouth . sitting anywhere in this base felt like this bruising taunt , measured against his shoulders + pushing him into this revelation of guilt . even in this state , he could do without the west coast if it meant he could return to the peace of his at - home over - work , the one that buried this wishing well of a dream . “ i used to be a naval aviator , one of the best . probably still the best . ” ache nags at his throat , forces this shakespeare wolf - grin onto his lips , draws nausea into his gut like the way his leg shakes underneath the table . footprints imprinted into his head , the trace of old hands on these walls , but there sits a young woman who knows nothing of what these floors hold , the weight of his past pushing like ocean waves squealing hightide . clears his throat , + he convinces himself that he’s been stuck waiting for his team longer in more pain . “ why are you sitting next to me again ? you never started with that , i guess , but i’d be lying if i said it doesn’t feel a little weird . ”
0 0 . @fyrewalks . . pete . . ⧽ ° ✽ 。 ⧼
HE + HIS DAUGHTER ARE ALWAYS ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE OTHER . they stand at opposite ends of the earth when they speak ; love isn’t even enough to dress their words kindly before affection melts into something much more attainable to their runaway tempers . that’s another thing they have in common , the way their tongues become crude + arrogant , the way what leaves their mouths sound more sure than what the creature in their chest says . yes , these days , all what leaves between them is terse admittances of love + their presence in sight . “ what ? yea , sure , i could do a coffee . give me , like , uhh , a cup of milk or something , too . ” flighty , absent , even floaty , his tone is a dismissal , but his words remain the opposite . the lettering sent with a made - up glimmer of teeth , he straightens in his seat , eyes reflecting the barely - there rush of his daughter leaving him alone . “ thanks , kid , but i don’t need a stranger at my table . ”
0 0 . @fyrewalks . . jolene . . ⧽ ° ✽ 。 ⧼
RAGE MAKES HER A SERVANT MAIDEN . she is a slave to her own wrath , consuming her every thought before it becomes bigger than life , bigger than jolene can think before cursed crimson . her anger kneads her head , pulling her together to this girl full of anger , full of feminine abandonment , the linger of loose fingertips that leave her in the arms of her father a whisper away from her chest blooming with weeds . with the sound of blood in her ears , louder than the music , she yelps when her slowing trot is brought to a screeching halt , the harsh blow of her stumbling into the other . “ oh , SHIT , i’m so sorry ? ”
0 0 . @fyrewalks . . kenny . . ⧽ ° ✽ 。 ⧼
HER DAY STARTS WITH ROSES . of course it would , it is common belief that her form is fitted among roses . bright sunshine in the wake of her mouth , sugar granulates falling from the weight of her lips ; the way her arms drape over the other like cherried branches over the side of water . “ youuuuu ! where have you been ! i told you to be here an hour agooo ! ” giggling whines that draw a bath at the sight of tremors , flower petals among the suds of her affection --------- bells go off at the sight of her fragrance brightness , a contaminate warning of her smile contagion . “ you didn’t even bring blankets ! i thought you wanted to stay the night ! ”
0 0 . @ltghost . . kenny . . ⧽ ° ✽ 。 ⧼
YOUR FACE OF AN ANGEL’S MEMORY , you as the soundless voice of this thing without being , this light within the receding darkness . blink , + the red lips of a cherub is absent flesh . though , her eyes are the remnants of this divine glow all but choosing . this thing you touch , this thing you say to calm the tinted pinks of sorrow . “ i know this really good place ; you should come with me ----- + i KNOW that we look like bird nest babies , but everyone can deal with it , right ? ” the mouth of her smile mistaken for fairies , the hum of gold halos her speech , gold flakes at her skin like the shedding of felines .
0 0 . @ltghost . . jolene . . ⧽ ° ✽ 。 ⧼
JOLENE HAS BETTER DAYS : those are the days she goes without speaking to her father . playing to humor , their thriving landscapes are silence + meaningless banter , words that never come or words that sink shallow . she’s raised in the graveyard of his loves , the yearning that never fades , the affection he never quite places so stable --------- he chokes on the ghost of his father , + jolene chokes on the ghost of a mother or woman she’s never truly known , save for her quiet disdain that placed her at her father’s doorstep . her father wouldn’t know this well , but he knows the tired grief of his dead father like the back of his hand , + jolene could shoot darts to grasp at the grief of her mother . it’s all hands + teeth , broken skin that patches in weird places , bones that heal wrong in every fragment . she wonders if her rage is inherited from her father’s or inherited from the lack of her mother ; we all have vacant closets with imagined ghosts . “ god , i could use another shot . ”
if you ever wanna ship with me just come to my ask and be like “listen dick face we bout to fuck shit up with a ship ok.”
it’s so powerful like?? to know an oc right like someone made an original character and for them to use a face claim and like it’s just legendary for that character to be what you think of when you think of that face claim???
LIKE FATHER , LIKE DAUGHTER .
featuring : pete “ MAVERICK ” mitchell , jolene “ TEACUP ” mitchell .
so , pete’s obviously gonna be canon divergent , but he’ll have a tgm verse DAJSKDAS his main verse , though , will be him leaving naval aviation + going into ncis , working with bill + tiffany until he gets his own team of ncis agents ( smaller than bill’s team ) that handles a lot of the secretive stuff ncis has to deal with .