#judgmentswake

[frostswake]

Vaire

Vaire: Does time seem to go fast or slow to your muse?

When she lived at the abbey, every day was much the same, from the meals to her lessons, to the long afternoons spent reading or embroidering. Sometimes she’ll take a walk by the sea if she can manage it. The scenery hardly changed, and time passed terribly slowly. Slower because she was in waiting, for those rare occasions when her brother would visit. Always unannounced, always claiming to be just passing by. She’ll tell him not to let her waste his time even though she wants the opposite. During those visits, time seemed to fly.

[kokonehime-blog]

Examine Zelos

> EXAMINE Zelos

He looks normal. Grinning like an idiot. Not paying much attention to anything around him, at least in appearance, although you’ve learned he actually does pay attention. He just wants to look like he doesn’t. This is something you understand. People underestimate you when you do that, like they underestimate him.

> EXAMINE Zelos

He’s eating something. On closer examination, it’s a burger and fries.

> ANNOY Zelos

You can do that. How do you want to do it?

> SIT on the table.

You do. Leg crossed over the other one, foot kicking idly in the air. 

> EAT his fries.

You do. Very slowly, and pointedly, to prolong the experience of you snatching one and eating it.

> SMILE

You do. Simon might even say it’s worse than the one he examined, if he were here. Certainly, he wouldn’t be pleased. That doesn’t upset you either.

> TALK TO Zelos

About what? Potential topics include: his food that you’re eating, you godless heathen.

> food

“Sorry. I was hungry. I just got back from a run.” You smile again.

[actuallymuffet]

♛

♛ : Opinion on outer beauty 

Outer beauty is an important thing for her, but as for everyone else, how they look on the outside really has no bearing on what she thinks of them. After all, back in the Underground, most of everyone looked vastly different from the rest. What is beauty to some may be hideous to others and vice versa, but she just learned to appreciate everyone for the beauty they had. And yes, everyone had it. She truly does believe it’s more what’s on the inside that counts.

But she’ll still want to look as beautiful as possible to as many people as she can, so she’ll put quite a bit of effort into her outer appearance. She won’t bend over backwards to please someone, though. If someone still (somehow) thinks she isn’t beautiful, it’s their loss.

[rootedinvengeance-blog]

@judgmentswake

How strange, that every rustle of black fabric, every strand of red hair --

Wait. In the dim of the bar (he does not visit frequently, not really, not even now), he thinks he catches a glimpse of red. Flickering lamplight outlines the silhouette of broad, commanding shoulders.

In an instant, he approaches, steps decisive. At first, they had avoided each other, but after such an absence, he does not shy away from the older man’s presence.

Or rather, he would not, were he not mistaken about this man’s identity. 

But he has already caught the attention of the bartender as well as the stranger (there aren’t many people here). So, he sits down with all the authority of a particularly arrogant youth.

“I’ll have what he’s having.”

The bartender shrugs and sets a glass before the young man. He takes a sip and makes a face.

“This tastes... like water with bubbles added.”

[goofsr-blog]

✿ ✿ ✿

✿for a fact about the mun.

Goofy was my first ever tumblr muse back in summer of 2010. Happy 6 year anniversary Goof.

I have 2 other disney muses here in citta

I once went to KBBQ and ate about 6 trays to myself.

[hosukes-blog1]

@judgmentswake.

Apollo’s seen neither hide nor hair of his roommates, but he figures that if he actually has roommates this time instead of neighbors, he has to find somewhere else to do the Chords of Steel routine. Neighbors got upset enough; roommates would be Fucking Pissed. He instead makes his way down to the closest park in the early hours, already in his suit but with his hair drooping from a lack of hair gel, and clears his throat.

In no time, the park is ringing with shouting. It’s probably audible from down the street. “I’M APOLLO JUSTICE AND I’M FINE!” is the key phrase here, yelled like if he says it loud enough it’ll all be true. Which is, in essence, the crux of the workout. But then, Apollo sees someone else walking up the trail, and he can’t tell whether it’s just the guy’s natural expression or he’s angry, but his face looks thunderous.

“Oh -- I’m sorry if I interrupted your walk,” he offers lamely, slightly abashed. Though what’s this guy doing out in the park so early? Apollo’s one to talk, but still.