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@pctentialbreakupsong-a
okie cuties. all of my muses have their general information done in their bios, which you can check out under the muses tab and clicking on the icons. if you're on mobile, click here for the mobile navigation. you can pin posts on here now, so plz call me berry. she/her. 27. shoot me a message if you have any questions. um, mun fc will be ashley tisdale because i'm obsessed, but we'll see if that changes.
✨ for Beau.
answered here.
🌙 ( For Beau)
Answered here!
I agree with that other anon. Beau sounds like just a handsome sweet teddy bear but don’t let it fool you. You hurt or upset one he cares about he’s a monster and tear you to shreds. Would love to know more of his backstory and some of his headcannons.
Answered here!
❛ it took too long for you to call back, and normally i would just forget that; except for the fact it was my birthday. my fucking birthday ❜
indie multi muse. highly selective. 21+. nav. original here.
I got super worried then when I saw A next to your name and defintely panicked. I need Beau and Viv and Geel. They are just amazing. But then I saw your post and felt like an idiot. Please don’t ever stop writing. Your muses are amazing and you are amazing at writing them.
hahah! yeah no don't worry. i just needed the name for the other blog. got tired of this being a side blog. unnecessary
hi hi. i'm currently working on making this it's own blog rather than a side blog. i'll post the link to the new blog as soon as it's ready.
“But - you’d bang my brother. Good to know.”
“Pwease forgive me pwetty lady.”
The catch of his breath was an instant addiction. Every sensory nerve in her body sang with a sudden sensitivity that made every touch and breath that fallowed all the more enticing. If a shift in his breathing was all it took to set a fire in her brain-- What about a sigh? A groan? Oh the sounds shed love to coax from him. Kathrine swallowed thickly as she pressed each proactive thought down somewhere deep in hopes the heat each provided wouldn't consume her right on the spot. Leaning into the dizzying press of his kiss felt so natural even as she chuckled under his teasing jabs. "Now you are the one that twisted my intended meaning of cardio. Id simply meant that you. . ." Her voice trailed off as she considered just what she was about to admit. She began to pretend to scan the street for his car in hopes she wouldn't give herself away all too easily. "When one delivers lines like you do-- It would be easy for any woman to feel fairly flustered. Im sure you are well aware of that." She shot him an accusatory look, a playful smirk on her lips. His confessions were so very sweet. . .but she would truly have been a naïve girl to actually believe them to be true. Not on the first date. . .maybe not even the 10th or 12th. Though she herself was questioning her own future with each sweet promise he seemed to whisper to her. God . what a foolish thing she was to even humor this. But it couldn't be helped.
The way his eyes spoke of home. His touch suggesting safety--belonging. . . His kiss-- maybe , just maybe the last first kiss. She scoffed at herself before laughing and shaking her head under his words. "You. . . .you should come with a warning label. "May cause heart palpitations, erratic behavior, delusions of grandeur. . .Hope." Her eyes trailed too his as her expression became speculative. Kats head lulled with a curious tilt as she loosened her grip on him to allow herself just enough separation from him to really look him over. After reaching a quiet conclusion she tucked herself tightly against him once more moving them both more quickly along the sidewalk to catch the timer on the final crosswalk that would lead them back to their original meeting spot. "Yes. I kissed you. Ill admit to that much. But a kiss isn't enough to weigh every part of something . . . I simply had a question I needed an answer to."
"Not lines," he retorted again, an eyebrow arching and letting his eyes skim along her face. Despite his...conquests since he and Delilah's breakup, these weren't lines. They were the truth, and he was almost offended by her insisting that they were lines. "I assure you, these are 'lines'," complete with air quotes, "that I've only ever used on you." Because she was different, and he felt different with her. He felt alive. Complete, almost.
He couldn't help but let out a chuckle when she mentioned that he should come with a warning label -- unable to help but give her hand a gentle squeeze as they made their way back to their original location. Gael knew that he could be charming, but he never felt the sense of pride that he did in that moment. Her needing some kind of solstice from his words. She was so put together and definitely never seemed like the type of girl that needed to get away from...some guy. So he felt honored that she apparently needed a label like that...for him. His eyebrows rose slightly at her last word. Hope. His heart skipped a beat at that thought. "Well, there's nothing wrong with having hope." The smirk on his lips didn't disappear as they moved toward his car, listening to her try to convince him that it was just one kiss. It was not one kiss. It was a full mini-make out session -- but considering he was the only completely sober one that evening, he was sure he remembered it better than she did. "A question? I suppose I should remind you, then. Since you've clearly forgotten." He stopped when he got to his car, taking her hand and turning her around so she was in front of him. He wrapped a free arm around her, tugging her against his chest. His hands moved, curling her hair behind her ears before his finger curled under her chin to tip her head back. He wasted no time, dipping down to press their lips firmly together -- something he had been aching to do all evening. He carefully stepped forward while their lips were connected, pressing her against his car door.
“But - you’d bang my brother. Good to know.”
"I mean, I'd bang a lot of people but I don't because I'm with you and I love you and I'm going to be with you for the rest of my life. And I realize I fucked up, and I don't know that anything I say or do is gonna fix it so if you wanna just tell me what I can do to fix it so you're not mad at me anymore...that would be great."
“. . . . . .”
“Kass?. . . You are . . . Kass?”
"...Have I told you today how beautiful you are? And how much I absolutely worship the ground that you walk on?"
Gael: “Emmett says I have bad taste in people I’m attracted to.” 😏
“Need I remind him how we met?”
@pctentialbreakupsong
"That's what I said! It still didn't shut him up. He's being a baby because I said he isn't my type. You and your brother are my types."
For that himbos little buddy to make the insinuation that Rachel was anything potentially beneath them earned him a critical glance. But . . .there was something about the moment that gave her enough pause to forgo shoving him off the porch. “Oh? and where do you and your buddy fall in that pecking order?” Her question came with an all to sudden look of disinterest that moved her line of sight to the lake in front of them.
His open laughter brought a small smile back to her as her gaze slid to him from her periphery. Now that was something shed never heard from Gael and she had a itch growing in the back of her mind that said she needed to do anything she could to make it happen again. At school he was always so. . .to himself. A shadow behind Delilah that seemed to barely be seen let alone heard. A Cheshire grin swept over her as Kats attention came hurdling back to those playful blue eyes that watched her in a calculating way that made her feel as though he was somehow measuring her every movement. She wasn't quite sure whether or not she liked it but it absolutely stirred something in her that she was actively trying to ignore. She moved to take the last of their cigarette from him, her mind suddenly very aware of the fact that she couldn't quite take the nub from him without touching his hand. She paused a moment under the contact, her smile softening before she pulled away to take a final drag, her words puffed with her exhaled smoke. “Truth.”
A grin tugged on the corner of his lips at her question , an eyebrow arching. “Emmett’s as lame as they can be. You’ve never seen his super hero bedsheets,” he teased with a wide grin, I’m clearly the coolest person at our school.” he leaned back onto his arms — leaning onto the porch behind and resting on his elbows. “I guess I’m just surprised to hear about you two helping with the Glee club. You don’t seem the type.” He kept his eyes trained on her, watching her every move before forcing himself to look away from her. He let his eyes flick out to the lake, watching as the water shimmered against the sunlight.
God, he had to admit; it felt good getting away.
He turned his attention back to her as she finished their shared cigarette, his fingers tapping on the wood that he had been sitting on. Blue eyes scanned over the side of her face, before tearing his eyes away when she looked back at him. He reached up, tugging his fingers through his long curly locks and hoping that she hadn’t just caught him staring. She was pretty, so it was easy to get lost in the slopes and curves of her features. He licked his lips, wiggling his fingers slightly to get rid of the lingering bit of electricity that moved through his arm — something that stirred something inside of him that he wanted to ignore.
“Why do you hate Emmett so much?” he glanced over at her once more, arching an eyebrow, “He’s a fuckin’ asshole, but he’s not all bad.”
Rachel let out a laugh at his words, shaking her head as she attempted to open up her water bottle— her eyebrows pressing together just slightly in frustration as her attempt failed. “Far out enough to where eventually when Kat comes looking for us, it’ll take her a bit to find us,” she stated, looking up at him and offering a slight smile — attempting to open her water bottle once more before a sigh of defeat and setting it down next to her.
Her eyebrows rose as he sat down next to her, unable to help the wide smile that grew on her lips as he draped his jacket around her shoulders. She immediately snuggled into it, pressing her nose into the collar and inhaling his scent that had quickly become comforting to her. She found that after he left her house for a study session, there was always that distinct muskiness that lingered that always managed to comfort her. “My dads work hard to make sure we have everything,” she breathed, looking up at him over the collar of his jacket, “This was their compromise. Daddy hates camping, but Papa loves it. So they got a cabin.”
She gripped onto the inside of his jacket as she shifted closer to him, leaning over to rest against his arm despite the way her heart was pounding in her chest. She knew that Kat and well…everyone had qualms against her fairly obvious crush on him. But they only really got to see how he was around his teammates. He was different when he was alone — or at least with her. She rested her head on his shoulder, curling her legs under her as she looked back up at him.
“I’m sure your dock and/or boat parties are much cooler than this,” she blew a piece of hair from her face as her eyes flicked around the trees, “I’m sorry this is all kinda…lame and quiet.” She didn’t have very many friends, and most of the people in the glee club really didn’t hang out with her outside of rehearsals. “Hopefully I’ll be able to make it up to you, eventually.” She looked up at him once more, chewing on the inside of her cheek before she moved onto her knees. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek, her hand resting on his arm to give it a squeeze. “But I’m really glad you’re here. So, thank you for coming.”
Barbara
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👑 — never let them take your crown! a headcanon about something my muses does that makes them feel good about themselves on a bad day.
🐯 — the eye of the tiger! a headcanon about a song that will instantly get my muse invigorated, and why that song elicits that reaction.
🐝 — to sting or not to sting? a headcanon about a time my muse chose to actively defend themselves in a dangerous and threatening situation.
🌼 — you’re my buttercup! a headcanon about a nickname my muse has had, or has and who gave it to them? why? how does it make them feel?
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✨ — twinkle, twinkle, little star! a headcanon from my muses’ childhood and a story or nursery-rhyme they remember from that time.
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🔑 — a key without a lock! a headcanon about a part of my muse they keep secret from others/most others. additionally if they share this secret, who do/would they share it with and why?
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