#globeofmuses

[seancesayshello]

BEN STEALS THE PINK FEATHER BOA

“BEN. GET BACK HERE!” 

[hissingaspinthegrass]

“Put the blindfold on and trust me Okay?”

Albus pauses. He is nervous about the blindfold and the being blind. He was fine with being blind when it was his choice, and he wasn’t wearing his glasses. But to have someone else tell him this and blindfold him, led the boy to become anxious. After all, his brother always did stupid pranks with the words trust me infront.

“I-” he’s nervous.

[thecursedson]

L U K E:

[Text] Baelfire where are you? [Text] it’s been three hours, come home [Text] Pup!

Bae was somewhere. An alley? A hallway? He couldn’t tell. He remembered he told Luke he was going out for a bit and he’d be back within the hour. Errands. He just had to run errands. Errands turned dealy quick. It was like a dream, a TERRIBLE dream. Pinned in a corner, SCREAMING and then everything went black.  When he opened his eyes he was laying in a puddle. He had not always been in a puddle. He tried to move., it resulted in him yelping in pain. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Was it- ? It had to be. Brown eyes read it, quick through blurred vision. With all remaining strength, Baelfire types out a few responses. 

[ Text: Luke ] Luke? I'm scared. [ Text: Luke ] It's so dark. 

The first two texts sent but as Bae’s hand trembled to type the third, his phone fell onto the ground and his head fell against the wall. 

[ Text: Luke ] H3lp m

Unsent. 

{ @globeofmuses }

[hissingaspinthegrass]

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

It was a warm day out on the lawn of Hogwarts. Albus was sitting out there with his sketchbook, as well as his messenger bag and was focusing on doodling, while sitting on the blanket the other had brought.

He bent down, crouching close to his sketchbook as he worked, his longer hair blowing in the wind. It was yet still too short to tie back, but long enough to get even more messier by the wind.

As he shaded the edges of his doodle, he paused, feeling something being placed in his hair. Reaching up, his fingers felt the soft petals if a flower, and the boy scowled playfully, looking at the boy who did it.

“Sammy,” he says and pouts playfully at the other.

[seancesayshello]

Grace hummed softly as she cleaned around the house, a tea cup sat on the table.

                 “Mom?” Klaus’ eyebrows shot up, a spoonful of cherry yogourt midway between the half-full tub on his lap and his lips. He hadn’t seen the woman doing anything relatively normal for a few days, and had thought he’d heard some of the others speak of her having been deactivated. “You’re… alright?” He slowly set the spoon back into the tub, his feet still laying lazily onto the table. 

[seancesayshello]

Dave is just going to pull Klaus onto the dance floor now.

                   Klaus’ eyebrows raised as he felt his shirt being gripped and tugged onto, moving his head so that he could look toward the one causing the feeling. He grinned instantly, putting his drink down onto the closest surface before turning to face the other. “Mmmm,” He grinned, pressing a hand to Dave’s chest, “You’re an eager one, aren’t you?” He curled his fingers into the fabric of the soldier’s shirt, giving a lazy head tilt and a genuine grin.

[gracedaffettuoso-blog]

Don’t mind Alec, he’s going to be practicing without a shirt on.

               There was something eerily familiar about Alexander Lightwood. Though he was not a direct descendant of William, he looked a whole lot like him. To the point that it unsettled James when he first returned as a mortal. And now, seeing him train this way, his mind regressed to its original timeline. 

“William?” He asked, stepping inside the room. His voice had been small and unsure, eyes full of hope, but he froze. This wasn’t William. Alexander Lightwood, he reminded himself. 

“I-… my apologies, Mr Lightwood.” He bent his head and stepped back, his rune-bearing cheekbones reddening.

[gracedaffettuoso-blog]

“HUG” (from Jason

send me “HUG” for my muse’s reaction to yours coming up from behind and wrapping their arms around mine’s waist.

              “I wonder who this could be.” 

Jem smiled and tilted his head as he leaned back into the other’s embrace. He knew, of course, who this was. Ever since his return, there had been only one person to stick by his side through everything. Jason. Sure, the boy was a medic and he had very little choice in the matter… but he hadn’t been forced to care about him. 

“Jason.”