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𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 : 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

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bold what definitely applies to your muse. italicize what somewhat applies to your muse.

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 »  toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry,bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 »   homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily,animated storyteller, full of comebacks

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 »     list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳 »    bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 »     goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺 »    always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweatpants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 »   school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrap booking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 »     herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 »   flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 »   infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies,poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 »     knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in Walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, key smashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 »    piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day

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actually, like this for an adrian ask

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ardentelle​:

‘ ‘ i could use an additional set of hands to set up another bookshelf, but i think i’ll ask the guy i’m sort of seeing for help on that one? but thank you! it’s nice to have so many familiar faces at the same spot. lots of opportunities to hang out and catch up with others. did you get up to anything? ’ ’

       ❝ do that instead. hoho~ talk him into doing it shirtless, and you can try your own hand at putting something up. ❝ he grinned to himself, but it simmered down quickly enough. ❝ --having been away from people for this long is really bringing the best out of me. but, you know, the usual. shameless things, some sports, got engaged. almost nothing special. you ? ❝

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m--artii​:

          His arms slipped around his middle instead, loose but wholly intended to hold him in place. It was a little nice, he had to admit. He liked the though of sharing a name between the two and he would get used to eventually. A two thousand year old habit was still something he could break.  ❛ It’s a nice name. ❜ He hummed again and chased momentarily after the kiss, lips pressing against his and remaining pressed for a beat or two.  ❛ And yes, fine, it’s a little bit romantic. ❜

      he very much welcome arms around him, and trailed his fingers along his upper back with the gesture. a shared name had always sounded nice to him, and he had been very ready to go with whatever meredith had preferred back then, too. in fact, he was quite the romantic from start to finish. he beamed at mark, wide and toothy, but almost against his lips altogether. ❝ sylla it is, ❝ he muttered, and offered yet another kiss. ❝ mark and adrian sylla. sounds great. ❝

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ardentelle​:

‘ ‘ i’m starting to think it’d be easier to keep track of who isn’t in this city. hey adrian, you look great, as always. and before you ask— i decided to come here all by myself. ’ ’

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       ❝ brigid, it’s almost like you show up whenever i think about the cat ! thank you, you look lovely yourself-- did you need something from little old me, that you came here yourself, then ? ❝

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m--artii​:

            He gave a loose chuckle at his tease, his lips remaining curved softly even after it died down and his eyes easily slipped closed again. A look of peace washed over his features, clam and quiet, serene one could even say and he let Adrian do with him what he pleased while he still talked, even if his brief quip did make him want to protest. He was a bright spot in his life and he would cling to that sun until every bit of his strength would fail him. ❛  I love you, Adrian. ❜ He sighed and leaned fully into him, his smirk growing a hint bigger.  ❛ I like that, Sylla. It’s a nice surname. I wouldn’t mind being called Mark Sylla. ❜

      a hand slipped to the back of mark’s head, fingers pushing into his short hair, and briefly scratching at his scalp. the returned confession had him beaming, and he offered yet another kiss, a little more lingering but wholly affectionate. once they parted again, his arms simply came to loosely wrap around his neck, and he kept himself comfortably close with it. ❝ i suppose i’ve not had it in a while, so there’s no real harm in taking it back. i also take it that you do agree that it’s romantic, and that’s a small victory of its own. ❝

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m--artii​:

             It wasn’t Adrian’s fault at all and it only stung a little because he’s been trying to be more sociable. Adrian was lively, energetic, the sun in every room he walked into and he knew he would need to match his energy eventually. He would prefer to do it before they would move to the city again and Mark would be thrust into a world of socialites and parties and good manners. He was getting there but slowly, it was easier to isolate oneself than getting back into society.Adrian’s confession came like a soothing balm and he dragged in a deep breath, soaking in the warmth and the love the other offered.  ❛ Mh, ❜ he hummed thoughtfully, pausing to reorganize the mess that currently swam in his head. He took pride in the fact he had only ever changed his name once, Marcus Boerio  stood the test of time as much as its holder did. But what’s in a name, anyway. He’s trying to change so why not change his name, too.  ❛ What’s that, then? The one you haven’t used in a millennia? ❜

       ❝ ‘love you too, adrian’, i know you do, ❝ he teased gently, offering a quick grin but pressing a few more kisses against the corner of his lips, and tilting mark’s head this way and that as long as he still had it cupped in his palms. ❝ man, sometimes i forget how incredibly attractive you are, ❝ came a chimed addition, soft and chipper, albeit not standing out in their small bubble-- deliberately so. ❝-- who am i kidding, no, i don’t. ❝ after all, he was just about always on his mind. it was difficult to just forget anything about him, and adrian was very much glad for it, too. ❝well, sylla. i do like keeping them short and sweet-- maybe boerio wouldn’t be such a bad pick ? ❝

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hiemaliis​:

‘ ‘ i don’t want yulan to fight either of them, he should go pick on someone who’d welcome the opportunity to trade blows, ’ ’ beatrice groaned as she wrapped her hands tightly around her coffee, shaking her head at the offer of any adjustments to it. wiping the water off her face  ( and feeling suddenly very grateful that she did not wear any glasses ),  she sighed. ‘ ‘ you have weird friends, adrian. i hope you know that. but thanks for the coffee —  there’s no way i could’ve survived today without it. ’ ’

taking a sip and enjoying the bitterness, she smiled. it was far from luminous and it would not light up anyone’s day, but it was better than a face that announced nothing but storms. ‘ ‘ look at you, that was more insightful than i feared, ’ ’ she said as she lifted her cup into his direction as if she was toasting to him. ‘ ‘ i’ll try, i guess, ’ ’ she continued and there was the infamous frown. she knew, she had many flaws, but a trait most people had come to appreciate about her was that she was loyal. what she did not appreciate was that there were times when her loyalty felt like she was dragging herself through thorny undergrowth. ‘ ‘ i will never understand the haydens, i guess, they are just … too forgiving for my taste. ’ ’ auburn, at least, is.

       ❝ he would most likely argue that that takes the fun out of it, actually. ❝ with that, adrian dragged his own cup closer and took a cautious sip, giving a faint huff once he lowered it again. he couldn’t help but feel that the longer he went without dying, the fewer hints of taste he seemed to have. it tasted like vaguely, slightly bitter water. well, hot, slightly bitter water. ❝ well, ❝  he said, and gestured loosely toward her, with a shrug.

       ❝ don’t remind me, it’s dreadful. ❝ a dramatic, drawn sigh escaped him. who would have thought he would end up spreading wisdom like that? especially when it came to topics he knew he was absolutely not treating as reasonably as he advocated them to anyone else. ❝ preach, sister, ❝ he murmured, and took another gulp of his brew. ❝ i can only advise moving into the woods or to the outskirts and avoiding all of them. does wonders for your skin, too. ❝

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m--artii​:

           He leaned into the kiss with all the tenderness he possessed, his eyes closing and fingers curling against the back of his head. It frustrated him more than it used to, his inability to communicate and he felt ashamed he had let himself slip so much. He used to be so charismatic, charming. Everything he had been able to do once just slipped past his fingers and it was so much more easier to play the grumpy part, to play the man that had no desire to be surrounded with people ( he didn’t. so at least that was true. )  ❛ Surnames huh? ❜ He questioned quietly and opened his eyes, his head tilting to the side. His other hand touched to his cheek softly.  ❛ Does it matter? What surname we use? ❜

      he wouldn’t possibly ever claim to read mark like a book, but he did think he was getting better at figuring out when his grumpiness spiked and when it ebbed. while he couldn’t read his thoughts, it seemed plain as day that the teasing had left a bitter taste on accident. a hand landed on adrian’s cheek, but he kept his atop mark’s, and gingerly drew him in for another soft kiss. ❝ i love you, ❝ he chimed, melodic but gentle-- another small apology. he did feel a little guilty. ❝ well, it’s a bit romantic. i don’t know about you, but it’s been millenia since i’ve last used my actual surname, anyhow. ❝

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revnaire​:

‘ ‘ the only thing i tempt people into on the clock are macarons. or éclairs. today’s batch is an old family recipe. ’ ’ frédéric’s shrug was no less theatrical than his ancestress’; they were cut from the same cloth and there were ways this showed — only that for the most part, he did know when to exaggerate so much that it was no longer hidden that he was pretending. freya, in general, would benefit from an off button. ‘ ‘ the macarons were made by me, about three hours ago. and not to brag, but there’s a reason why i was hired to be part of mademoiselle’s hunt for the third star. i’d recommend the crème brûlée ones. chai and blueberry if you want to take a risk. ’ ’

       ❝ ah-ha, on the clock, ❝ he mused, and smirked away to himself. oh, he almost missed teasing his own employees into embarrassment. alas, he had a feeling they didn’t feel the same way. after all, adrian was vocal about his favourite pass-times, and a bunch of them were not particularly innocent, whether he had calmed down these days or not. ❝ the mister’s going to get the last word on that one, ❝ came his addition, and a light nod. food was, after all, the absolute least of his priorities. ❝ you wouldn’t want me to judge anything edible, trust me on that. ❝

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hiemaliis​:

sometimes, beatrice forgot how tiring it was to live on the sidelines of somebody else’s conflict, how exhausting it was to navigate the metaphorical mine field. if it was a literal one, she could cross it, but — emotional hurt was just different. more tangible, in a way. angling her head, she set about folding this conversation open, choosing the best path to follow … but there was no best path, was there? there were only ever paths that were easier. rubbing her temples, she frowned as she eyed the coffee maker with the expression of a faithful praying for long-needed salvation. ‘ ‘ does he want to fight dion or dylan? ’ ’ she asked with a barely suppressed yawn. ‘ ‘ i’d be cross either way, mind you, but … sorry, i’m tired. ’ ’

not as tired as she had been last years on the fateful day when she had sneaked out of her own house to meet felix on a playground of all places to come up with a strategy for another problem that had not really been hers but that she had been involved in. ‘ ‘ i know you and auburn don’t get along for some reason, ’ ’ she scoffed, old irritation dwelling up inside of her. she did not like it when she did not have all the facts, it made it so much harder to strategise. ‘ ‘ but i need some quick enlightenment on your part — is it understandable of me to be upset with dylan for dating freya of all people? because i am. and red hiding rood isn’t, and now i’m not sure if it’s me being jealous that freya monopolises dylan’s time. or if i’m mad about him dating someone i and his own sister have a bloody feud with. ’ ’

       ❝ dion, as far as i’m aware, but given the opportunity the realistic answer would be both. ❝ the coffee machine whirred itself into an inevitable end, and adrian grabbed a cloth to do the minimal amount of cleaning that was mandatory for a simple black coffee. once done, he held his hand under water and lazily flicked a few droplets of water toward bea, before sliding her her cup. ❝ cream, sugar, syrups ? i can foam some milk, but you know how i cook, coffee’s no exception. ❝

       ❝ grand, i was dreading that i wasn’t laying it on thickly enough, ❝ he murmured loosely, but barely managed a brief glare in her general direction. it was an instinctive reaction at that point, some sort of visceral disgust that boiled up by the mere mention of her name. it didn’t help that he offered her no quarter, and auburn was (understandably) frustrated with his stubborn disliking as well. coupled with the fact that he knew she had killed mark before, albeit by his own request, there wasn’t much hope for the mending of any ties anymore. ❝ i’d be pissed, for one, ❝ he concurred. ❝ but i’m dramatic, and for anyone else i’d say no, he can date whoever he wants and you ought to get off his back for it. wow, that did feel a little enlightening, huh. ❝

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revnaire​:

typing a response to elena’s text, telling her not to worry as he would be stuck at work for a little longer, frédéric shrugged. ‘ ‘ never had much of a hand for customer service, i’m afraid, ’ ’ he said as he readied the usual four to go cups and started to box up a bunch of pastries; he might be willed to cook for his friends later, but he would not make dessert when he just could take leftovers. it was not like freya would say anything, she was not even interested in making money with her current endeavour. ‘ ‘ that’s why i’m banished to the kitchen where i can’t tell anyone off. can i interest you in cake? or some macaroons? ’ ’

       ❝ we can’t all be vile tempters, i suppose, ❝ he mused, and heaved a light shrug. not that there would be any excessive amounts of tempting to speak of on his part anymore, anyhow; he knew his way around mark, and that was the only thing that really mattered in that regard anymore. ❝ are they good macaroons ? because bad ones are worse than the plague. ❝

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The Living End (1992) // dir. Gregg Araki

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“ you don’t have to be jealous , you know~ “

       ❝ you would be up in arms if someone touched me at a bar, i get a jealousy pass. ❝