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this blog is now ARCHIVED. find most of these muses (plus some extras) at @unworthys
𝙷𝙱𝙾'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝙿𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 - 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝟷. change pronouns, dialect, & tenses as needed - may contain triggering content.
it’s good to be in something from the ground floor. you got to have something more than just cranberry juice for breakfast. do you want some of last night’s ___? i don’t know where this story is going. don’t tell me how to live my life. i’m just worried about you, that’s all. i told you, i already ate lunch. i don’t drive when they’re predicting rain. what a bedside manner. very encouraging. quite a formidable maternal presence. hope comes in many forms. who’s got time for that? enough of this shit. what’s wrong with you? this shit cannot go on like this. you shouldn’t be here alone. you’re supposed to take care of your mother. there are some people who are not ideal candidates for parenthood. i’m not dead yet, unfortunately for some. you got to stop with this black poison cloud all the time, because i can’t take it anymore! oh, poor you! s/he’s/they’re like the grim fucking reaper. you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. why do you always overexaggerate? someone called me a frankenstein. do you feel like frankenstein? a thing, lacking humanity, lacking human feelings? i guess i’m out of touch with the climate of rage in american society. how much complaining can you do? what’s killing me is that this is a self-inflicted wound. you’re not just in my life, you are my life. i feel like a bomb went off. it’s in the blood. it’s hereditary. i wipe my ass with your feelings. it’s like the fucking regularness of life is too fucking hard for me or something. look at you. i bet you’re sleeping all the time. you always have to talk about everything. don’t fucking lie to me. i don’t die that fucking easy. i’m gonna live a nice, long, happy life, which is more than i can say for you.
tossing out another plotting call, specifically for mututals i haven’t interacted with before (if we already talk ooc/you’ve written with me on another blog just hit up my dms, i swear i’m not being impossible to reach on purpose this quarantine is just fucking me up)
“What are you doing here, Erik?” “Came to see an old friend”
i’m going to move charles over here bc i love him but cba to go on his solo
i want to pick up some new muses but also actually... write the ones i have.
I have decided that I am incompatible with this reality. Meet me in a parallel universe.
Thank you for your service. He’s just a fucking cab driver.
@variablesea (isaak)
he’s still not that much of a bar kind of person, outside of the blind dates deb still insists on trying to send him on, but—years on and it still surprises him how much more at ease he feels here than he ever did at regular bars, forced by expectation to play along with angel and masuka’s womanizing.
everyone is welcome here, sirko says, too meaningfully, and dexter sips from whatever drink he’d ordered him, barely tasting it. just that and he feels seen. it’s exciting. it stings. he hears harry and miguel in the back of his mind in equal measure.
“—i’m not sure if i should find this considerate or insulting.”
Villaneve
Deep cut but X Men Evolution Mystique was the best Mystique 🔪
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Someone who could get up in the morning, make coffee, choose what to wear, and then go out and cold-bloodedly put a total stranger to death. Did you have to be some kind of anomalous, psychopathic freak to do that? Did you have to be born that way? Or could any woman, correctly programmed, be turned into a professional executioner? ― Luke Jennings, Codename Villanelle
okay i have drafts to do everywhere fucking else but i am REALLY feeling miss raven right now and trying to have the self control to not put them on a solo so like for a mystique starter.