𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚.

rue / 30 / she/they / gmt. indie multimuse blog containing muses from various media. 18+ only. selective. please only interact with my posts/send things if we're mutuals. thanks!

[ohsunshine-moving]

blog broke and stopped showing random posts on the dash. i've moved to @ohsunshine

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blog broke. moving here: @ohsunshine

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the continuation of the saga of "sometimes posts don't show up on my dash even when i rb them but only from specific blogs" and i've worked out that it's blogs that i once followed but no longer follow... so even if other people rb from a specific couple of meme blogs, it doesn't show on the dash for me... i have no idea what to do or how to fix it short of. moving blogs 🤷

i've tried clearing my history/cache, logging in on a different firefox container, logging in on chrome, and posts by those specific blogs still do not show on the dash... same on mobile also. but the rb'd post shows on my fyp which is how i know someone rb'd from the meme blog in question like 12 hours ago, so i'm trying all this then scrolling back to see if it shows up on my dash... nothing...

edit: ok blog broken. i'll be remaking lol I GUESS

[ohsunshine-moving]

inbox call! like this and i'll go through your meme tag to send you a handful of things. feel free to specify muse/s if you want, or i'll just send a grab-bag.

[monstroum]

the other man's nonchalant act nearly made louis roll his eyes . molloy's heart was hammering against his ribcage and still , he refused to soften his edges ㅤ─ ㅤ daniel was like a small dog barking at a god . louis' sudden proximity had left him on edge but his interviewer refused to admit defeat ; THEIR BOY HAD ALWAYS BEEN STUBBORN . the vampire calmly moved to rest his behind against the edge of the table in order to face his guest once more .

what would you like me to apologise for ? ㅤ─ ㅤ " for disrespecting armand . for disrespecting my family and me . " louis stated with a furrowed brow . he could crush daniel right there and then . HE COULD ㅤ─ ㅤ but he wouldn't . and it frustrated him that molloy was aware of that fact without the need ( or ability ) for reading anyone's minds . louis glanced at the laptop next to him : it was still recording their bickering . when he glanced down at daniel again , mr. du pointe du lac had a small curve to his lips . " you forget that we met long before your reputation was ever outlined , daniel . when you were just a young man , looking to sink your fingers into whatever you could get . " he tilted his head . " or get whatever you could sunk into you . " louis flashed a wide white smile at molloy , allowing the double entendre to linger between them .

ㅤㅤㅤafter a moment , he speaks again . " memory is a place ; a golden cage we build for ourselves throughout numerous years . rarely does one manage to bend its' bars once the whole structure is completed ㅤ─ ㅤ " despite the tension in the air , louis sounded as if he had gotten lost in deep thought . his green eyes had left daniel's and instead focused on some dark corner of the room ... maybe on a completely different century . " only outside influence can help shift the shape of our memory . " the vampire swallowed . it looked as if he was struggling to say something earnest . i need you here to help me remember . i need you mean and sharp and merciless . thank you , daniel . louis fluttered his lashes and instead said this;

" it's good to remember , daniel . maybe it'd do you some good to remember too . "

[ohsunshine-moving]

Daniel snorted and rolled his eyes at Louis' double entendre. I did what I had to do is on the tip of his tongue, a well-rehearsed excuse that he trots out whenever anyone digs too deeply into his sexual history. It's an excuse that he tells himself when he thinks about the hazy seventies and eighties: he was just doing what he had to, to score a hit.

It's not worth trying to explain himself to Louis; he's clearly already made up his mind about Daniel, and can Daniel blame him, after what he remembers passing between them?

Thankfully, Louis moves on quickly enough, though he turns morose, distracted. It gives the impression that there's more that he's not saying and Daniel scribbles a note to himself to come back to it.

"I'm not interested in shifting the shape of your memory, Louis," he replies, setting his pen down and fixing him with a look. "I'm not here to manipulate your story, I'm just here to help you tell it. If what you remember is... distorted, or untrue -- well, that's a story in itself, don't you think?" He let the question hang in the air for a moment, then asks: "Why do you think it's so scrambled? Why is there so much you struggle to remember properly? Time, is it? Or something else?"

[corignem]

daniel had always been good at opening up to armand. not only did he let him all the way in, sinking inside his mind with free reign-- nothing shielded, nothing covered up-- but he so often actively did things like this too. replying, responding. feeding his own direct images and thoughts. he gives as good as armand does, and it only serves to strengthen that entanglement, the way armand just can't seem to stop chasing after him. his boy.

it would be easy, of course, for armand to force his way in. but had hadn't needed to do any of that. even at the start, even when daniel was afraid, he was still curious. it took a bit more active work to walk through the corridors of daniel's mind, but now, it's a kind of home for armand and he finds himself painted in so many rooms. finds them woven into so many parts. and he likes it that way. after all, doesn't it reflect how daniel has captured so much of armand's own mind?

one hand remains holding at daniel's head, keeping him close, while the other sweeps down along his sides. grips at hips, a firm kind of hold that for daniel, would perhaps veer on the side of painful. but it only seeks to elevate those feelings of intense possession armand feels pushing to the surface. fangs may be hidden again, but he can't help a playful bite over the marks already on daniel's neck.

"you may be right... i may have to get creative." the thoughts are sent with a wave of warmth, with the intensity of a promise. "though for now, i may have to resort to covering you in more visible marks. in not covering them before we venture out. i may have to insist upon you finding place in my lap for all to see."

and of course, he knows there are some places they go where it is a risk-- humans and their pettiness and obsessions with labels and hatred. but then, for a vampire of hundreds of years, where was the real threat there? he'd put someone through a wall if they so much as looked at daniel wrong.

[ohsunshine-moving]

As is always the way when they come back together, Armand consumes every part of Danny. Armand's cool hands are all he can feel; he is all he can think about. It doesn't even occur to him that there's still a world outside the closed door. All that matters in this moment, and for the next few days of moments, is that they're together again.

Even when Armand's grip turns painful, Danny delights in it. It's only because Armand cares, it's only because Armand doesn't want to let him go. Is Armand afraid of when he wakes to find Danny gone again?

He rejects the thought quickly; now isn't the time for that. Now is for being together.

Danny leans into the touch, shivers when blunt teeth graze his neck. He's disappointed when Armand doesn't bite him properly and he projects that feeling at him, looking at him with eyes gone soft with amusement.

"You want me in your lap?" he asks quietly, not bothering to stifle the little giggle that bubbles up. "Where everyone can see?" It feels so scandalous, even in the privacy of their room, and he delights in it. If only everyone knew the extent of his depravity. Seeing two men together is just the tip of the iceburg.

"You think that'd be enough?" Needling again, ducking his head to mouth at Armand's neck. Nothing's ever enough, is it?

[ohsunshine-moving]

licking your promo like a cow with a salt lick

yum.......

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❝ we could touch sunflakes — i wonder how they'd feel. ❞

ohsunshine:

an independent, mutuals only, 18+ multimuse blog, featuring muses from a variety of media.

written by rue. 30, she/they, gmt.

[ohsunshine-moving]

❛  i'm sorry. you know i didn't mean it like that.  ❜ [ armand @ august perhaps... i'm not even sure what he could say that would hurt august's feelings or strike a nerve but HE SURE DID SAY IT!! ] / ( @halfapocalyptic )

August blinks placidly, just once. He knows this dreamer, has been called to its dreams on more than one occasion, and he wonders how aware it is that, even here, it's seeking belonging.

It isn't his job to tell Armand that. His job is to provide: comfort, not understanding, or answers. For a time, he gives the dreamer a place to belong, so that he may return to his waking life stronger, well-rested, more assured of his place in the world.

August doesn't doubt that he does have a place, even if he doesn't know what it is yet. That's what he finds charming about dreamers: each has their place, their purpose, and he finds it so very charming when they discover it. Sometimes they come back to him and tell him about it. Maybe he'll return to this dreamer in six months, a year, and Armand will tell him all about the purpose he's discovered.

For now, August shrugs, and blinks again.

"I know," he says easily. "I'm not upset. I'm never going to be upset with you." Comfort, reassurance, things that come easily to him. "You don't trust me, and that's fine. I don't expect you to." When he looks up at Armand, he squints against the light of the setting sun. "I don't expect anything of you. I hope you'll come to believe me one day: I'm here for you."

[kneworder]

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑻𝑶𝑿𝑰𝑪 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑺.  (  some of these are dark and heavy ― trigger warning for emotional and hinted domestic abuse, manipulation, and abuse ― so please proceed with caution.  )

❛  no one can know about this.  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry. you know i didn't mean it like that.  ❜ ❛  you still love me, don't you?  ❜ ❛  promise me not to do this again.  ❜ ❛  you hit me!  ❜ ❛  but you said you loved me ...  ❜ ❛  i didn't tell anyone, i swear!  ❜ ❛  you promised me you'd stop this.  ❜ ❛  you know what's going to happen if you try to pull this stunt again.  ❜ ❛  don't you dare leave me!  ❜ ❛  you aren't scared of me, are you?  ❜ ❛  stop it! please, just let me go!  ❜ ❛  is there something you forgot to tell me?  ❜ ❛  but i do know better than you. i thought that much was obvious.  ❜ ❛  so you leave me no other choice.  ❜ ❛  i'm doing this because i care!  ❜ ❛  why did you do that to me?  ❜ ❛  will you just shut up about it already? i told you i'm sorry.  ❜ ❛  you're really testing my patience today.  ❜ ❛  i only did this for you!  ❜ ❛  this is all your fault! if you'd just listened to me, it wouldn't have come to this.  ❜ ❛  please don't be mad.  ❜ ❛  i'm worried about you.  ❜ ❛  you have no idea what you're talking about!  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry, i don't know what came over me.  ❜ ❛  stop being so dramatic.  ❜ ❛  god, you're making this way too easy for me.  ❜ ❛  did you just disagree with me?  ❜ ❛  do i need to remind you who you belong to?  ❜ ❛  nobody else will ever love you the way i do.  ❜ ❛  who do you think they would really believe? you or me?  ❜ ❛  what the hell is wrong with you?  ❜ ❛  you remember what i told you would happen if you leave, don't you?  ❜ ❛  you are nothing without me!  ❜ ❛  you still haven't learned your lesson yet, hmm?  ❜ ❛  it's obvious you're not trying hard enough.  ❜ ❛  so you're saying this is my fault?  ❜ ❛  you're only making this worse for yourself.  ❜ ❛  go on, keep telling yourself that i'm the bad guy when deep down you know this is all because of you.  ❜ ❛  don't you understand yet? i'm only doing this because i love you.  ❜

[ohsunshine-moving]

bAaAaNG????

climb in close the lid and

bAaAaNg???

[ohsunshine-moving]

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ? where does that world view come from   (what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .) ? [ for daniel, of course. ]

i touched on that a little bit here

his world view is largely informed by the work he does - the people he talks to and the things he covers. it'd be quite easy to write him off as a bitter, jaded, angry old man, but i don't think that's fair or true.

yes, he's angry about the state of the world - the cruelties that humans inflict upon each other - the selfishness of the extremely wealthy - the uselessness and self-serving nature of politicians who can't see outside their own tax bracket.

but he's seen goodness in the world too. big things like communities coming together to help each other in the face of hardship. small things like a group of strangers vibing to a musician on the street or on the train home late one night.

so his world view is somewhere in the middle. i think he's quite realistic about it, and knows the importance of small, happy stories amongst the bigger shit.

[ohsunshine-moving]

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?how do they express or not express this relationship ? [ for daniel! ]

he fucked around with "feminine" clothing when he was younger: heels, dresses, maybe even makeup. he never really equated it with an exploration of gender per say, it was more just like. i like how i feel and look wearing a dress and lipstick and i really like how people - men - look at me when i do. he never really experimented with different pronouns and never felt the need to, but it did not bother him in the slightest if someone mistakenly used she/her.

probably, it stopped around the same time as he got married. he needed to Be A Man and a Good Straight Husband. so i think it probably got wrapped up in his own internalised homophobia which was in turn buried away in the back of his head, never to be considered again.

[ohsunshine-moving]

"daniel. daniel." louis never touches him. this is an unspoken part of the contract: louis talks, daniel listens, and they never touch. but now, with so little space between them to begin with--with their fragmented memories coming together as one--with daniel at the edge of the steps, shaking, shaking, and louis looking at him and seeing in his eyes the young man whose life had almost been lost in san francisco-- --how can he not touch him? to ground him. to ground himself. his hand rests on daniel's shoulder, gently. the trembling of daniel's hands eases, and louis' mind slips into his like rain to a river. he follows the scattered surface, seeing in daniel's mind the dark undertow that's pulled him under. feeling the phantom pain of cramped legs. bleeding nose. aching, shredded throat. "it's okay, daniel. you're here with me. dubai, daniel. you're in dubai." the moment daniel's eyes refocus, louis withdraws his hand, glancing down like he's ashamed of himself. / ( @halfapocalyptic )

It's difficult not to get caught up in the memories; they're a riptide, dragging him under and out, away from the present and into the dark, murky past.

The past isn't so murky anymore. Amongst flashes of memory rendered dull and blurry by time, there's a painful spot of clarity: San Francisco, September 1973.

Cramped legs, ravaged neck, broken nose - question mark.

The smell of his blood thick on the air, undercut by the sweetness of burnt flesh. Not his. No, he was never burned. That was Louis. Wasn't it?

Above him, a shark circles. Circled. Past tense, he tries to remind himself, struggling against the current. It's not happening anymore.

Hands on his shoulders, righting his weakened, aching, useless body. Compulsion, keeping him in place.

And in the present - hands on his shoulders, bringing him back, trying to keep him in place.

When he opens his eyes, it's Louis he sees, not Armand. And Louis is not burned, because it was fifty fucking years ago, not the present. He's here, in Dubai, with Louis.

"Sorry," he says faintly, and in 1973, he echoes it, to Armand, for trying to say what he wanted to hear and not giving him the truth. Daniel shakes his head while Danny shakes, and for a moment, he exists in both places at once, and neither, and the pain is real, and Armand is real, and Danny's fear is real.

Dubai, Daniel.

Louis is real, and Daniel remembers that he's supposed to swim parallel to the shore to escape the riptide. He exhales, lets the memories wash over him: the wet thud of his body hitting the floor, Armand's compulsion robbing him of any agency, his certainty that he was going to die and nobody was going to care.

Louis, touching mangled fingertips to his jaw, reminding him of his purpose, his drive, his reason for living.

Louis, in the now, dragging him from the shark-infested ocean of recollection and setting him back on solid ground. Dubai. The interview. The reason he's here.

Without thinking, he catches Louis' hand - smooth, unburnt - and squeezes it tight. It's not what he's supposed to do, touching his interview subjects is grossly unprofessional, but he needs it. For a moment, he isn't that bright, young reporter with a point of view and a voracious appetite for stories; he's Danny, young and lost and looking for purpose. He finds it in Louis.

"Thank you."

[ohsunshine-moving]

thinking about this re: daniel and louis and what if i fucking SCREAM

[promptfairy]

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?