Fuck: i firmly believe that considering her likeness to nina, delilah and i would be perfect for each other but,,, she gets the fuck spotMarry: it felt weird choosing her for fuck and i didn’t wanna give her the chop so rose is my marriage choice ilhKill: ... sorry rylie
They were young, and life had yet to throw the hardest obstacles at them. Back when they were five instead of four, and imagining it any differently was hard to do. Their group was all smiles and jokes and support, and usually when they were together it was happy or exciting or some mix of the two. It wasn’t perfect, by any means, but sometimes it felt so close to it-- that Rylie, the youngest, often thought it was
Most memories from those years, when she looked up to the others (especially Phoebe) and they’d still get together when their parents were on missions, to sit and wait and try distract from worry by joking around, are classed as happy in some way or another. But there are always some that little bit better than others, and the one that always comes to mind for her was the very first day they were all together, in SHIELD.
Right after they’d been made agents and assigned to a team together, and the nerves of being on the same team with four people she’d always idolized made her nervous. Rylie remembers stepping into the training room like it was yesterday, hands stuck in her pockets and clenched so tight that her knuckles were white. They’re partnered off already, Phoebe and Troy, and Dan and Calder, sparring, doing push ups, doing whatever it was they wanted really because it was supposed to be a relaxed few hours together. She’d felt out of place almost immediately after the door swung shut behind her, scared to make the first move to approach the others until Phoebe noticed that she was there and smiled, waving her over. A little gesture, that made all the difference. She’d eagerly rushed over, and everything after that was history. They’d laughed and joked and gotten along as well as ever, and when she’d left, there was no doubt in her mind their team was going to work. They were best friends, all five of them, so how could it not? There was nothing to be worried about.
Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Philippe: I miss the way we used to be. I miss having you as my right hand, and I know it's my fault. All of it is, and I do regret almost everything but you've got to try understand it from my side.. I want my brother back.Philippe: I NEED my brother back..Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.Philippe: so I tried calling mom and dad, but it went straight to voicemail?Philippe: it's like 9am for them now, right?Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.Philippe: I don't know Ria.. I feel like it's too late to even try make things better with him. I've probably fucked up any chance of having a good relationship with him and I have no one to blame but myself.. I don't want him to act like I don't exist anymore but I know that has to start with me changing. It's just going to be hard, you know?
“No, it’s fine, really. All you have to do is cause a distraction, then I can just walk out with him. It’ll be easy. I’ll hide him in my flannel,” he whispers over at the other, almost wholly in love with the pup in his arms. This was a good idea, right? Hanging out here with Matthieu? It’s like they said it would be. They’re working on each other. It was weird, though. Just hanging out.
Adam is pinned. The sole aisle of the bus stretches out before him. As soon as he steps on he sees the other. How could he not? Familiar frame, familiar features, just darkened. There are only two options for Adam right now. He could deal with his problems (it’s not like his life has been perfect since they’ve separated), or he could move on. He could begin a new chapter. By not sitting next to the other, he finalizes their separation. He blinks, and swallows thickly, once calmly set features scrunching in uncertainty. He takes a small step forward, then another, and another. By the time he’s sitting down, his mind is scorning his body for disobeying its orders. He shouldn’t be doing this. This cannot happen. But it is. He sits on the very edge of the seat, directly next to Matthieu Bieste.
That one genderbent task we did however long ago was cool. I think it’d be fun to rp the boy versions of Cora and Ava.
☄ Do you think your muse would have liked going to high school sports games? Do you or did you go to high school sports games?
Ava went the via her being a cheerleader and she loved it. Sports kinda confused Cora but she still goes sometimes for the experience and the people. As for me I went to like two I think. Just to say I have. I barely went to school activities unless I was a part of them (choir and theater). Fun Fact I never went to prom or any of those dances.
☺ What's a character that you desperately want your muse to play with? Why?
Y’all we need a Nemo. We’ve never had one and it makes me sad. Really I just want to play with everyone.
I am an angst whore let me tell you something, sometimes I feel like I’m only good at writing angst and that everything else is so mediocre because it isn’t angsty?? But I mean, it’s fun, I have a jolly good time though I can’t say the same for my charas :-)
☣ What's one thing that will make you drop a thread?
Losing muse for it; I won’t drop a thread simply because I feel like picking and choosing what I reply to, it’s probably because I stared at it for ten minutes, tried to think of something to say, but couldn’t.
♪♩♫ Does music inspire your muse? What's one song on your playlist that reminds you of your muse?
Absolutely! Put usually the playlists I put on aren’t specific to my characters and are usually related to other characters from books (i.e. I get a lot of muse for Makena and sometimes Drakkar from listening to playlists for Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard).
Teddy: Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko (obviously) or Young Blood by Bea Miller
Makena: literally the entire Stay Gold album by First Aid Kit that was written about her I’m p sure
Drakkar: Counting Bodies like Sheep by A Perfect Circle or Control by Halsey