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@ohsunshine-aaa
ohsunshine: an independent, selective, mutuals only multimuse. 21+ only. featuring a roster of muses from a variety of media.
written by rue: she/they, 30+. sporadic activity.
current highest muse/s [ 28th july 2025 ]: iwtv muses, maelle.
DOC. + BIOS. ☀︎ MEMES. ☀︎ IN CHARACTER. ☀︎ INTEREST TRACKER.
moved: @ohsunshine
hmmm i've been toying for a little while with the idea of moving over to a hub blog situation with sideblogs for characters i've got v high muse for and then one off/less common guys on the main blog,,,,,
[ “how’s my portrayal” they’re all my favourites next question. im eating your writing ALWAYS. ]
bats my eyelashes and kicks my feet
WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS
What’s the lie your character says most often?
How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?
How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?
What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?
Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?
What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?
What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?
How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?
Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?
What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?
If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?
What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!
When do they fake a smile? How often?
How do they put out a candle?
What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?
What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?
What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?
Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?
What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?
Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?
What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?
What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?
What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?
Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?
What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?
How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?
What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?
What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?
How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?
When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?
When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?
If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?
How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?
How do they greet someone they like / love?
What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?
Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?
What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?
What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?
Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?
How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?
What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?
If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?
What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?
What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?
What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?
Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?
Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?
Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?
Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?
What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?
What’s a phrase they say a lot?
Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?
Who would / do they believe without question?
What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?
What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?
If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?
What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?
How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?
Anne Carson, from Autobiography of Red
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)
→ 𝐈 . GENERAL
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . ❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down . ❛ door . hold a door open for my muse . ❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . ❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair . ❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take . ❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing . ❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] . ❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST
❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . ❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare . ❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them. ❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . ❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told . ❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope . ❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground . ❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry . ❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE
❛ wink . wink at my muse . ❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] . ❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face . ❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair . ❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest . ❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . ❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms . ❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder . ❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] . ❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue . ❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse . ❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after . ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
→ 𝐈𝐕 . VIOLENT
❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face . ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse . ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back . ❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object . ❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground . ❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse . ❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . ❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. ❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse . ❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
→ 𝐕 . NSFW
❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse . ❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] . ❛ go down . go down on my muse . ❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops . ❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse . ❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body . ❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .
beep beep how’s my portrayal ?
continued from here. / @ofunethics
hunting isn't really roman's thing. the rifle feels too big and unwieldy in his hands; he imagines slipping, accidentally shooting a person. in the nights leading up to these trips, he dreams that he shoots ken or gerri and, when he comes down to dinner, they're the main course. his already pathetic appetite takes a hit, of course, but there's always plenty of alcohol at these things, and sometimes he gets to sneak out to smoke with ken and shiv just like when they were teenagers. it's not all bad.
though hannibal's fucking mythology spiel doesn't help. roman looks past him over to dad, taking court in an enormous wingbacked armchair by the roaring fire. he looks like a king, a god, someone certainly capable of sacrificing a kid. who will it be? roman wonders, gaze flicking around the assembled minions. it won't be shiv, he knows that. ken's tipped to take over these days, so it won't be him, and connor doesn't even factor into the equation. he swallows and drains the last of his whiskey in one gulp. ( later, he dreams the same dream, except he's the one that ends up atop the dinner table. he feels every tine of every fork where they pierce his flesh. )
"here some confiding," he says, one arm wrapped defensively around his middle, "i think you're just a bit fucked up." he doesn't quite manage to make it sound like an insult; instead, it's like recognising like, although he's not quite self-aware enough to do it on purpose. "hey, do you have a shrink? someone you, like, vomit all your feelings and fucked up thoughts to? or do you just do it in front of the mirror?" he shoots hannibal a vague smirk. "no, not your fucking sex life, i'm not asking if you fuck in front of a mirror - although, do you? - i'm asking if you... i dunno, therapize yourself? you probably should, you know? what you just said about iphe-whoever was pretty fucked up."
only slowly does his attention crawl back to the detective, remiss, impassive. it is not flattery he seeks, and so he will not waste any breath on acknowledging, let alone returning it. state the obvious too often and it might just become untrue.
accept only what is factual. the professor's tickled by sherlock holmes' intellectual capacity, yes. pulled in, tempted even. but not by much else. the craving for humanity clings to him a useless second skin, cumbersome and unattractive. all moriarty wishes to do is flay his hide. imagine the unfettered vigour underneath.
❝ if he is of no consequence to you, surely you will have no trouble divesting yourself of him. all he can do is slow you down. ❞ that he would even need to spell it out: the frustrations of instructing a student who should rightly be expected to have caught on by now. sat before a giant, holmes seems insistent on consorting with ants. impossible. ❝ half measures won't do. ❞
sherlock turns this over in his mind just as he turns the vape over in his hands. it's... intriguing, what the professor is suggesting. but sherlock, unlike moriarty, enjoys the flattery of someone less intelligent. he likes the way john's eyes go wide and he mutters to himself as he tries to piece together what sherlock already deduced an hour ago. he enjoys the delayed understanding, the moment of clarity that hits john hours or even days later.
"why?" he asks, though he know moriarty won't appreciate such a base question. "humour me," he continues, getting to his feet to pace restlessly. "he doesn't slow me down. he hasn't. i've kept up with you, haven't i?" he shouldn't feel the need to prove himself — and yet. he's quick to turn it around, though. "and so he shouldn't matter to you. why does he, when you know that i'm just as quick with or without him."
✅️
the power of old man posting
[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap. [ HI DANIEL. DONT ASK ME. ] / @nightmarecountry
"hang on," daniel laughs, sitting back to make space for a man who's at least thirty years younger than him. still got it, he thinks, pleased. still fuckin' got it. his hands land on his hips, ostensibly to steady him, except he's not doing much steadying when his hands slide down to grope his ass. he's rich, strong, and he's still. fucking. got it.
he doesn't stop to wonder who this stranger is, or how he managed to get into what's technically an invite-only book release party. the more the merrier, as far as daniel's concerned, and it's not like anything can hurt him.
"you're gonna make the rest of them jealous, darl'." the rest of them are drunk/high/passed out, delete as applicable. none of them are paying attention to what daniel's doing, which is sort of a shame because he's toying with the idea that he sort of enjoys being watched. or maybe he sort of likes the idea of other people seeing proof that he's still desirable, doesn't really matter either way.
he sits forward, leaning in to nip bluntly at his bottom lip. "wanna get out of here? party's kinda over but the night's still young."
[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc. [ hi Hosea. sorry it’s flirt with old men time ] / @nightmarecountry
"why, thank you, young man," hosea smiles, a twinkle in his eye that isn't entirely a reflection of the end of his cigarette. he inhales deeply and blows it out slowly, though he doesn't bother to direct it away from the man who sits next to him atop the rickety old wagon. for a little while, he smokes and directs the horses in companionable silence, though they're smart enough beasts to know to follow the wagon ahead and don't need much guiding.
they'll stop soon for the night, but just now, the sun casts a golden glow around them. up ahead, hosea can hear baby jack babbling away about nothing much, putting the world to rights in the special way only a baby can. further ahead, dutch is waxing lyrical about whatever hare-brained plan he's cooking up. hosea's... content.
and when he's content, he chatters.
"you know," he begins, around the end of his cigarette, "i know a lost fool when i see one." he squints against the setting sun to look at the man next to him. "now, i'm not judgin', but seems to me like you don't know who you are or where you belong. no, no, don’t go gettin' offended. we're all sorts in this merry little band of ours, i'm passing no judgement. you're running from somethin', you're tryin' to find somethin' to run to, that's nobody's business but your own. but you need somewhere to stay a while, there's space with us. you look like you've got a fine head on them shoulders of yours, and we can do with all the strong hands we can get." he glances down at the hands in question, then lifts his gaze and winks. "plenty of fun to be had on the road, you know, it's not all hard work."
❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back . / from @ofstage to daniel!
daniel might be a vampire now, but his body still remembers being human, and old. his muscles and joints still protest the sudden movement as if stuck in an old habit that they haven't realised they could break. but it doesn't hurt, not really. well, not as much as he was expecting it to, anyway. at the end of the day, vampire or not, his arm shouldn't bend that way.
"fuck," he snarls, one elongated fang slicing his lip. he fed not too long ago and so it bleeds profusely, dripping down his chin and staining the front of his shirt. just when he'd learnt to feed without making a mess, too. just his fucking luck.
"i dunno where he is. santiago, right? yeah, i heard aaaaaall about you." he shifts, wincing as it pulls at his shoulder. "heard you died, too." it occurs to him, a few beats too late, that santiago could be looking for louis or armand – or neither of them, after all.
"this how you make friends? yeah, no wonder louis was sick of you. c'mon, let go of me and we can talk. put our heads together and figure this out." maybe. daniel doesn't think he's in the talking mood.
armand + the magnolia tree
magnolias are very old plants. they symbolise endurance/perseverance/strength/resilience, and are known for adapting to various environments and can survive tough conditions. they also represent eternity and long life. i feel like this all applies to armand in various ways.
(they can also symbolise everlasting love and connection, two things that he desperately wants).
i don't think he's particularly green-thumbed, so i have to imagine that it was stolen from one of the victims in paris. i suspect that the tree in dubai is the same one, and one of the staff likely takes care of it.
post-divorce, it's too big to take with him, and i don't think he'd take a cutting, either. i think he likes the narrative of having lost everything, not having anything for himself any more, aww isn't it so sad for him, so that's that.
❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . / from @ofstlouis for armand !
armand exhales, slow and deep. this was exactly what he'd been hoping for when he'd sidled up to louis on the sofa this evening, restless and needy in the way that he is sometimes when the world feels strange and hostile.
he closes his eyes - deep, brown, human - and noses against louis' wrist. beneath the skin, the scent of blood, but above that, the scent of his companion, the reason for his existence and the one who gives shape to his nights. if the shape of tonight if simply this, curled together on the sofa with louis' hand in his hair, armand will have no cause for complaint.
"are you content, louis?" he asks some time later, though he doesn't lift his head or open his eyes. he very carefully does not peek into louis' mind: if he answers in the affirmative, tonight armand does not want to know if it's a lie.
