Xuebing Du
KIROKAZE
taylor price
Janaina Medeiros
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
wallacepolsom
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
blake kathryn
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NASA
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Kiana Khansmith
titsay
Jules of Nature
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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cherry valley forever
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
occasionally subtle
#extradirty
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a collage of character essays I keep while I am studying in college
Hey all! I started a character blog that is kinda under construction but ready to engage! Characters include:
Zelda of the Seven Isles
Liulfr Kim
Amaya (Xiaowei and Restimar’s daughter)
I might also put in Manus from Translations there if his muse lingers
Please follow!! I’m so excited to do this!
Relationship & Courting antics Asks.
♥ Do they seek out love or let it find the? Are they even interested in romance?
♥ When they have a crush on someone, how do they let them know?
♥ Tell us about a time they were rejected.
♥ Do they spend a lot of time in the courting stage or attempt to get to first base as fast as possible?
♥ Do they wait to be intimate until after marriage or break all the social rules?
♥ Do they have open or closed relationships?
♥ How do they feel about polygamy?
♥ Are they loyal to their partners?
♥ Are they patient with their partners?
♥ Do they include their partners in most aspects of their life?
♥ Do they make an effort to find someone with similar views, be they political or moral?
♥ Do they seek to find a partner purely to further the bloodline and name, is it for true love, or is it for pleasure alone?
♥ Do they sleep in the same bed/room as much as they can or do they sleep separately?
♥ Do they make it a point to eat at lease one meal a day together with their partner, or do they do as they please?
♥ Do they enjoy talking to their partners before going to sleep or is it straight to dreamland?
♥ Do they have at least one bonding activity they devote to doing with their partner exclusively?
♥ What sort of characteristics or quirks draw them to someone?
♥ Do they have a ‘type’?
♥ What was their first impression about their partner/person they are courting?
♥ How did their relationship start?
♥ What was the most romantic time they had with their partner?
♥ Tell us about a sacrifice they made for their significant other.
♥ Do they apologize to their partner even if it wasn’t their fault?
♥ Will they lie for the sake of their significant other’s happiness?
♥ If they could choose their partner again, would they choose the same person?
♥ What do they love most about their significant other?
♥ Have they had dreams about their partner/the person they are courting?
♥ Do they understand their partners/person they are courting’s feelings without them having to say anything?
♥ How do they express their love to their partner?
♥ Would they leave the person they love if it meant saving their life/giving them a better chance at life?
blue lace agate
blue lace agate: my muse’s favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)
Mabel’s later education was formed by Elenchus, a system of learning based on cooperative argumentative dialogue. This is significant because this also formed how she communicates socially. Conversation to her is thrilling, as there is so many pieces besides what is actually being said, such as body posture and fluctuations of the voice.
Because of this, she can only read for pleasure and doesn’t retain much from informative readings.
“you work in the ER and it’s like 2 in the morning but i sleepwalk and i fell down the stairs and broke my leg, why r u laughing i’m literally crying in pain” au
“okay, i realize that it’s closing time, but it’s raining and i’m really into this book, can you just like wait a little bit before you close up pls?” au
“i work at a little market/store and u came up to the register with a candy bar but didn’t have enough money to pay for the entire thing. but don’t worry, i got you, fam” au
“i was eavesdropping on ur phone convo with ur friend who offered you tickets to my favorite band and you don’t even want them, do you wanna give me your friend’s number maybe?” au
“we’ve been pen pals for like hella months and we finally decided to meet up and damn you’re cute, also did you break up with your jerk bf/gf yet?” au
“i was super pissed so i went to the gym even tho it’s really late at night so i was the only one there and i was at the punching bag listening to music and you surprised me by tapping me on the shoulder, holy shit i didn’t mean to punch you, i’m so sorry, but srsly why the hell would you sURPRISE SOMEONE WHO IS ANGRY AND PUNCHING THINGS” au
“me and a couple friends were on the omegle video chat and wow ur like the first nice guy that didn’t try to jack off to us, thanks for that” au
“we’re internet friends and follow each other on all social media but have never met but hey, i’m going on vacation where you live, let’s meet (and also date)” au
“i’m sitting alone at a coffee shop and you are also sitting alone and u heard me talking on the phone to my best friend and i was joking with her about getting a sugar daddy bc i’m hella broke, but i swear that i’m like kinda normal, now stop laughing” au
“i was out in public and had an anxiety attack and you left your friends to give me some chocolate and talk me through it, so tysm” au
“we work together in a little diner and i swear to god, you are the fucking clumsiest person in the entire world, and i keep having to clean up after you whenever you drop a bunch of food and dishes or spill some drinks” au
“ur just a random stranger and i’ve been ranting to you for like 20 minutes about how much i hate this one band but now several groups of people came up to you asking for pics and autographs, and oh shit it turns out you’re in the band i’ve been going on about” au
“idk you but you were getting hit on in public and you look super uncomfortable so i walked over and pretended to be your bf/gf, but hey while we’re at it, do you wanna go get some food?” au
“i was visiting this school for the day bc i want to transfer out of my school and it was between this school and another one but then i saw u and ur hella cute so i choose this school” au
“hey thanks for literally saving my life by pushing me out of the way of that car, but now you’re yelling at me bc i was texting and walking and you said i’m too cute to die” au
send me a crystal and i'll tell...
abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally
aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural
agate: how my muse calms down
blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)
fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly
moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself
amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest
amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into
ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is
angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues
apache tears: a sadness headcanon
apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition
apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs
aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed
biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with
bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large
calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)
carnelian: an art-related headcanon
celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety
chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been
chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships
charoite: who my muse looks up to
chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon
copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older
coral: how my muse views the natural world
diamond: a sex headcanon
dolomite: a sleep headcanon
emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words
fluorite: what my muse's room looks like
fossil: what my muse's dream job is
galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse
garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be
gold: my muse's financial situation
hematite: how squeamish my muse is
hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has
iolite: my muse's drinking habits
jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner
jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent
kyanite: an anger headcanon
lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse
lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse
malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up
mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait
moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space
mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down
nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is
obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be
opal: how creative my muse is
pearl: a mental health headcanon
petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street
pyrite: a physical health headcanon
quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them
rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience
rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories
ruby: a happiness headcanon
sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose
serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]
silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity
tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate
ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is
unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be
verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history
zebra stone: what gets my muse excited
zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?
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Send One For My Muse’s Reaction To Your Muse —
✘ = hugging them
There was a huge, beaming smile on his face that spread from one ear to the other and lit up his entire person. Though she was nearly as tall as him now, he still managed to pick his daughter up off the ground slightly as he wrapped his arms tightly around her in return.
Setting her back down, he put his hands on her shoulders and placed a kiss firmly on her forehead.
“How was your day, my dearest Mayflower? I want to hear all about it.”
“Papa!” the young lady squealed as she was lifted. Clasping her hands loudly together and holding them in front of her mouth, she gazed adoringly at her father. Her lively eyes then darted to the roof of their home as she mused, “My day… My day… Ah! I was studying by the convent. The nuns were explaining the stigmata, you see. Curious, it is.”
Her eyes lifted further into Heaven, and then finally settled to her earthly father. “And how curious it is that just as you were going out, I am going in. Where out are you going?”
Peter Cushing and June Laverick
Silent Evenings by Laura Makabresku
Rhythmic Freedom | @mgrxves
There was a wanting. A wanting that could not be contained by death. Surpassing the grave, the wake, the hymns and the visits from family, there was a wanting. The coffin was closed, but the wanting transcended the lid’s boundaries when oxygen could not. The wanting was steam rising out of the pianist’s heart and escaping through her fingertips, exhaling loudly and often wanting to scream out I am grieving.
Willowy fingers twitched as they gnawed on the wanting for the familiar contact of her Angel. The fingers, once graciously intertwined with each other, began to clutch her rigid and cold kneecaps. The fingers, once often encased in her Angel’s palms, were left without.
The pianist could not take it much longer. Like a combustion, she took to the keys again. “Claire de Lune” was not played with love, but played with the hope that the song would relieve her of the hunger to grieve. She was not a pianist now but a typist–nosily hitting the appropriate symbols as quickly as possible as if she was writing an urgent letter. However, the letter she was writing still sounded like a requiem.
And if her father had seen her face, he would have seen her panicked eyes with tears lurching out. But the wanting for her Angel became more and more evident, as the presence of death enveloped into her composition.
Death, in all its haste and confusion and seeming unfairness, made the piece irritable and full of mistakes.
As her fingers settled upon the keys of the piano once more, Mortimer settled back into his chair again, eyelids fluttering closed. A faint smile twitched at one corner of his lips at the first few notes of the song. What happy memories they brought – sunny recollections of the cheery moments the three of them had together as a family. He close his eyes a little tighter, trying the keep the images from fleeing. If he concentrated hard enough, he could see in his mind’s eye plan as day Angeline seated next to Mabel at the piano, as if it was just another day. He had come home from working to be with his family and everything was as it should…
A misplaced note and then another broke his concentration. He opened his eyes. The song was not as it should be. The entire scene was not as it should be. Concern creased his brows and the furrows around his eyes deepened. Slowly he stood and walked softly towards were his daughter sat. Taking a seat next to her on the bench, he gentle placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Mayflower, darling, what’s wrong?” He asked quietly.
It only took his touch.
The girl’s wide irises, tired and yet wild with grief, lifted to her father’s. Her complexion was blotchy, the tip of her nose was beginning to be stained red like her eyes. She heaved a little sigh, and as she blinked tears fell down her trembling chin.
Her sparse breathing became increasingly labored. She clapped her hands over her mouth, trying to keep the grief locked inside her. But her tears were too hot, so the longing for her Angel spouted out of her little mouth: “Couldn’t God have let her stay a little longer...?”
zelda muse is harassing me again
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☆ Favorite icon of your muse?
“Musician…” she sighed, as if considering whether the title was right for her or not. While rotating the edges of an antique plate she held in her hands, her gaze shifted to the man’s left knee. With an airy laugh she mused, “I have been gifted with that title; yes”
Her voice was an instrument she skillfully played–with all it’s charm and inflections. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.
Meeting his eyes, or at least the corner’s of them, she smiled again.
“I’m called Mabel.”
Voices were not usually a trouble for him, with the passing of the years the skill of not getting distracted by the sound of someone’s voice had gotten better and better, and still at times he ran into the melodious talk of someone that lost him in the flowing colors. This was one of those times, the struggle to recall her words was hard yet he managed to remember the last couple of words.
“Oh, uhm, I’m Drew. Lovely to meet you.” he began, the softest of shades tinted his cheeks. “I’m getting my friend a gift, this piano seemed like the perfect choice to be honest.” Now I’m rambling, he thought and pressed his lips together with a soft nod to keep himself from talking further.
“What an honest, considerate gift!” the thrilled woman exclaimed, as if she was the receiver.
“And to tune it yourself--the receiver of this gift must mean a lot to you. Will you play a song for her when she she walks into the room, unsuspecting?”
silver-apple.
“Oh, yes, ‘twas. The sun has passed us many times since that was taken. Mrs. Kirke, Mr. Kirke’s mother, insisted I had a portrait.
When we came to the Estate, she also insisted it’d be a fine decoration.
…I was but sixteen, there. During that time, I was Mr. Kirke’s intended decoration. But I became his wife, instead.”
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“Well, I hope that when I’m sixteen, I look HALF as wonderful as you did! I’m not sure how you can be so beautiful, still to this day, and yet Digory can resemble an ogre as much as he does.“
“An ogre? My dear girl, besides the fact that Digory is made by the same hands that created morning lilies, ogres have a beauty all their own. Just as you have a beauty all your own.”
Mabel paused, folding her hands and looking at the portrait with one last heaving sigh.
“But we are neither here nor there, so let us get those biscuits out the oven. They’re ginger. I know your taste is heavily spiced like mine.”
「 👑 」 “Santa is… real? Not real? Oh, grown-ups are so confusing!”
“There are so many layers to this--how exciting! Dear Alice, what do you propose?”
Not Another Munday Meme
☠ What song would be played at your muse’s funeral?
☮ What puts your mind at peace? What hobbies do you use to keep your mind off of stress?
☯ What's your dream tattoo?
♠ Is it easier to play a morally questionable muse or a morally good muse?
♥ Do you have a crush on anyone?
♡ If you could meet one person, living or dead, who would it be?
♢ Do you like to write fluff?
★ Who is the one muse that your muse loves above all others?
⚜ What other muses do you play?
☄ What's one thing roleplay wise that has been annoying you here lately?
☾ What's your most wished for AU?
☽ What muse do you want to rp with?
☼ What do you do when you're not rping?
☀ Describe the best day of your life.
☁ Is it rainy or about to rain where you are?
☂ What does your muse's umbrella look like?
✌ Describe the strangest thing in the room you're in right now.
✖ Thoughts on reblog karma?
回 What historical AU do you want to do most with your muse?
✧ Are you currently in school/college?
✦ What's your ringtone?
❤ What's been your favorite thread so far on this muse account?
❥ Who is your favorite muse to play?
™ Do you prefer writing OCs or canon muses?
ツ Who was your favorite teacher?
♬ What song is stuck in your head right now?
☆ Favorite icon of your muse?
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❣ for our muses to scare others whilst doused in fake blood.
It was her first time alone with the girl, and Charlie was honestly feeling a tad nervous. But with Mortimer away for the evening, she thought maybe it was as good a time as any for them to get to know each other better. And what better way to start than with a little Halloween fun!
“My sister and I used to make this every Halloween, scared everyone who came to the door–usually.” She said, stirring the mixture in the glass bowl. “Would you like to add the food coloring?”
It was her first time alone with the woman, and Mabel was honestly feeling a tad reprieve from jealousy. Why did Papa get to spend time alone with Lady Charlie? The twelve year old girl had been waiting for this day since she met her!
“You have a sister?” Mabel asked, dousing the mixture with more food coloring than what was required. “I have a sister. We have that in common.” You, I, We.
Without a significant pause Mabel added, “Do you choose to love my Papa? I think that choice isn’t valued in regards to love, but it is just as important as being in love.”
