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[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food / 4 asher & winnie !

“thank god, you’re here,” winnie sighs, ushering asher into her apartment and toward the dining table. “you won’t believe the predicament i’m in right now.” her hands press down on his shoulders as she seats him, ready to reveal her — admittedly predictable — situation. “i didn’t realize that i was the only one home, and no one else is picking up my calls.” she purses her lips in slight discontent. “i mean, ethan picked up, but he has some group project meeting he can’t get out of or whatever.”

making way to the kitchen, she opens the fridge door and her brows immediately furrow. the contents haven’t moved since the last time she’s checked — ten minutes before he arrived — but she was hoping that the array of leftovers, beverages, and assorted produce would disappear on their own. her gaze shifts to the pot on the stove, back to the fridge, then the pot once again. “the fridge is full,” winnie admits, “and i told the girls i wouldn’t waste food, but—” she grabs the pot before returning to him, her shoulders shrugged. “i made too much pasta.” and it’s not the first time. “we’re not leaving here until it’s gone.”

#asher makes a break for it as soon as she sets down the pot DHSKJDDHJS #jst picture him in tears as winnie feeds him another bite LMAO #o gosh i have to rmbr my tags now...#𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑹 ／ ft winnie .

@unluckvs 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅: [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring (for cas n cris ;////)

cristine finds solace in a packed bar on a friday night. somehow being surrounded by a crowd of strangers felt more like home than the apartment she shared with her mom did. maybe it was because no one expected her to be anything or anyone here. that’s what she loved most about night time— the chance to disregard responsibility and identity. cristine allows herself to fade away from reality for a little while, swaying to the music with her eyes closed. she’s already a couple drinks in when she spots him. across the bar was caspian, effortlessly striking, and his eyes rest on cristine. she feels her breath catch in her throat but she dares to hold his gaze. it’s almost funny how cristine can spend so much of her time subconsciously looking for him in a crowd, looking for him in just about everyone she meets, and yet feels like running away when he’s actually facing her. must be a habit passed down from her mom. or was it the one thing her dad left her?

there was a certain sadness that came from looking back at him. an unspoken ache. caspian always had a good read on her. his gaze had always held a level of understanding that no one else quite had. his gaze was different now. she had made sure of that. before he has a chance to read her further, she looks away and immediately turns to flag down the bartender. god knows she needed another drink.

#𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑬 ／ answered .#𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑬 ／ ft caspian .#a gift 4 u after u wake up from ur nap aha ! <3 #also have this moody b&w gif to add to the angst HFJKFD

final boss battle : me vs photoshop downfall : zero braincells crowned hero : dri 4 saving my life yet again

#𝙊𝙊𝘾 ／ mar_txt .#i cannot even begin to describe what i went thru tonight #bt dri . best person i kno for putting up w me when i self sabotaged myself n made a dummie mistake that caused 5 hours of breakdown #WE CRIPSY !

* unluckvs !

some might label derrick a man without a plan, others might simply settle for plain idiot, but one thing was for sure — even he was surprised when ezekiel claimed the eraser was his. of all the ideas that have filtered through his brain, this was surely one of his most unexpected successes. at least, in the context of cause-and-effect not immediately biting him in the ass it was. “yeah, uh, no problem.” he places it in the other’s palm, though unsure what, exactly, this means for the two of them. he wouldn’t have gone along with the fib if he didn’t want to talk to him, right? “wouldn’t want you to, you know, not be able to fix your mistakes or anything.” an awkward chuckle leaves his lips, hands retreating to the pockets of his jeans. “not that i think you make mistakes,” he hastily appends. “it’s just, uh, yeah. real useful, those erasers.” he feels a part of himself wither inside. real useful, those erasers? who is he, a stationery spokesperson? he’s never been so uncharacteristically stiff before, especially with ezekiel. when he imagined how a formal reunion would go, derrick practically freezing in his presence was a possibility he never even considered possible. perhaps all those books he’s read had him a bit too idealistic.

“god, i sure hope i passed,” he exhales, gaze momentarily shifting toward the lecture hall door. “i practically pulled an all-nighter trying to cram all of the information from the lecture notes my roommate gave me. think i got two hours in between five to seven, so i’m half-impressed that i actually managed to wake up.” it’s difficult for him to meet ezekiel’s eyes as he admits this. he knows he’d be disappointed in the depletion of his work ethic but still feels compelled to keep the conversation going. he’s already gotten this far. “you’re probably the one who’s gonna ruin the curve, though, huh?” he teases lightly, but the assumption is no joke. “don’t worry, i got your back if anyone tries to come after you for it.”

ezekiel doesn’t know why he expects the eraser to weigh more than it does. maybe it’s all the words left unspoken between the two. maybe he thinks it holds answers to questions that have mulled over in his head all these years. but no, when derrick drops the eraser into his palm, it’s as light as it should be and ezekiel is regretting his actions immediately. “yeah.. real useful,” a hint of sarcasm lies in his tone, though it isn’t enough to appear as teasing. ezekiel holds onto the eraser; fingers enclosing it in his hand instead of letting it drop into his book-bag. he doesn’t fail to notice the slight awkwardness coming from derrick. he’s always been much more sure of himself than ezekiel ever was, so it’s unexpected to see him hesitate.

his eyes dart to derrick as he mentions the notes. “oh, that’s nice of your roommate.” so he did get them.. ezekiel’s chest falls with a subtle sigh of relief. he had written those notes with the intention of making things easy to understand and hearing that derrick studied from them gave him hope that it made a difference. “i’m impressed that you managed to show up at all,” he tries to say with as little emotion as possible. does it come out bitterly? a little. does it give away the fact that he’s noticed derrick’s absence? he sure hopes not. “i wouldn’t call it ruining, per say,” ezekiel gives a bit of a shrug, though he knows how others see it. it’s not as though he doesn’t work hard to get the grades he did. now it’s ezekiel’s turn to avoid derrick’s eyes. “you don’t need to get involved with things that aren’t your concern.” where was this sentiment when derrick left ezekiel to fend for himself in a private school setting? just when he thinks he’s let go of the feeling of betrayal, it creeps back in again. ezekiel finally lifts his gaze and locks eyes with derrick. “you don’t owe me any favours.”

#𝑬𝒁𝑬𝑲𝑰𝑬𝑳 ／ thread .#𝑬𝒁𝑬𝑲𝑰𝑬𝑳 ／ ft derrick .#no thoughts jst erasers as metaphors........ FHJDHGJKHGG

@withdrwns 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅: [ rest ] for sera n niko !

as much as he was an extrovert, niko’s job was pushing his limits. maybe it was the whole ‘feeding into capitalism’ thing. or maybe it just was the countless meetings with boring professionals. either way, by the time he unlocked the front door to his apartment, he was both physically and mentally drained. kicking off his shoes and ditching his bag, he drags his feet into the living room only to find his roommate already on the couch. niko breathes out a sigh of relief when he sees sera. after so many years of knowing each other, she was his definition of home. he sluggishly makes his way to the couch without a word and lies down, resting his head in her lap. “i'm just gonna lay here for a bit,” he says, his words a bit muffled by the way his cheek was squished against her. niko closes his eyes. he feels warm, his body heavy with exhaustion. “tell me about your day.” he hums in question, trying not to doze off before he can hear her answer.

#𝑵𝑰𝑲𝑶 ／ answered .#𝑵𝑰𝑲𝑶 ／ ft sera .#Soft n Domestic hehe :]#the way i havent written niko in like.... a year

miingyu

oh.

#𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑹 ／ visage .#waw... 😳

EMI & NIKO

what color is your love language ?

your result: CANARY !

keywords: friendship, happiness, light.

a canary’s love is freeing, and brings the recipient true and pure happiness. everyone you love is your best friend in one way or another, whether it’s your fiancess, your little sister, your mother, or your favourite english teacher. you’re most likely to buy small gifts for the people you love, such as their favourite snack or little trinkets, to show that you were thinking about them. yours is the love of holding hands, singing in the shower, spring time and wide smiles.

best matched with: fern, lavender & cerulean.

tagged by: @moonwvlkers hehe thank u i luv u tagging: im tagging all 4 of u that i kno DHJSHKD @unluckvs, @svnnysidevp, @withdrwns, & @moonwvlkers if u guys wanna ?? do more & feel free to pick which muses u wanna do bc i wld like love to know any !!

#they both got canary DHSJHDK #@ myself..... diverse character personalities when ? 😔#𝙊𝙊𝘾 ／ meme .#𝑬𝑴𝑰 ／ answered .#𝑵𝑰𝑲𝑶 ／ answered .

imjustmeat

Oh, to be young, unleashed in a Barnes & Nobles with a fifty dollar gift card, buying whichever books had a dragon drawn on the cover.

#𝑫𝑹𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑨 ／ study .#u kno that venn diagram of what kind of little girl trope are u .. dru's the feral bookworm #anyways ! i finally finished my muse pages save 4 some small bits bt !! happy to have something to show :)

pglang

friend with a bad idea:👀

me:👀

#𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑵 ／ study .#𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑵 ／ ft nolee .#it rly be like that FHJHFFD

do people generally prefer reading short blurbs abt muses or a longer bulletpoint bio..

#𝙊𝙊𝘾 ／ mar_txt .#thoughts ? feelings ?

limitlessplaylist

Visit Original Link

#𝑨𝑰𝑫𝑨𝑵 ／ study .#𝑨𝑰𝑫𝑨𝑵 ／ ft dominic .#rmbr when aidan spent a whole decade looking for dom ?#yea.. 😔

* unluckvs· !

she finds it nearly impossible to turn down his proposed adventure for the night. and it’s not like she ever does, anyway. no matter what plans nolee sets for herself — usually something along the lines of parsing through emails or binging a netflix series — mason always manages to lure out the adventurer in her with a bit of the unexpected.

“maybe the people who lived here before were farmers or something. maybe they sold eggs to their friends.” not wanting to spend any extra time contemplating on the spiritual energy of a chicken, she pokes fun at his inquiry. “chickens have souls, right?” her tone mimics his own, arms folded across the chest. “of course they do, stupid. and frankly, i wouldn’t want to meet a ghost chicken. can you just imagine them pecking at you and not being able to do anything about it?” she quickly shrugs it off, though — there are more important matters at hand. “think you can hoist me over? i might be able to unlock it from the inside.”

"farmers, huh? i’ve always wanted to try my hand at farming. grow my own tomatoes and shit. my mom says she gives me a day before i’d give up but i feel like i’d do pretty well. have you seen the organization of my stardew valley farm? straight fire.” if there were any real ghosts around here, they'd all have dispersed by now thanks to mason’s constant stream of babble. he pulls a face at her mocking tone but quickly continues with the ghost chicken theory. “imagine all the chicken wings you’ve eaten coming to haunt you all at once..,” mason shudders at the thought and makes a mental note to convince his roommates to order fried chicken on the weekend.

mason is brought back to the matter at hand by nolee, and nods at her request, “you bet.” he stands by the fence and brings his hands in front of him. “okay, just put your foot here and then i’ll count to three and lift, and then you climb over, yeah?” having an older sister who did cheer in highschool was surely coming in handy right now. if only he could ensure that this will all work. mason lowers himself to make it easier for her to step and puts his hands together, “trust me! this’ll work-- hold onto my shoulder.”

#𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑵 ／ thread .#𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑵 ／ ft nolee .#mason . is it ok to talk this much n not say anything of importance DHJSHKDS #im convinced they lent their shared braincell to someone else tonight bc neither of them have it ghdfjghk

loveserum-deactivated20191021

Most of all though, it was you who I wanted to tell that I was hurting. You were the one I wanted to explain to that if I had my heart in my hands instead of my chest, I’d be able to watch it beat in pain to the beat of, “I’m hurting I’m hurting I’m hurting and you’re just watching”. But no one wants to hear about the pain they’ve inflicted. One moment you’re telling me you love me and the next you can’t even look me in the eyes anymore and the next we haven’t talked in 3 months and oh god oh god how is this happening oh- But it was still you I wanted to turn to, even though I knew that you weren’t part of the team anymore. I wanted to beg my heart to let it go, God please, there’s no point in beating for you anymore. But my heart’s never listening and my head’s awful at communication, so if you’re looking for a heart, another one to add to your collection, you know my house is the one on the corner of our favorite intersection.

It plays a song just for you (via loveserum)

#GOD .#due to personal reasons i will be blocking unluckvs until further notice xxx #𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑬 ／ study .#𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑬 ／ ft caspian .