#mislaidpsyche

[taciturntenebro]

Mutie, Cici, Drave

SEND ME THREE CHARACTERS AND I WILL ANSWER WHICH ONE I WOULD FUCK MARRY OR KILL

fuck: mutiemarry: dravekill: cici

again... i know cici is immortal so he could probably recoverits not because i hate him

why are people so invested in mutie and drave tho

[taciturntenebro]

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SEND ME A ❍ AND MY MUSE WILL WRITE SOMETHING ROMANTIC ABOUT YOURS!

[ an excerpt of a conversation with a third party: ]

{ txt }: an so? lol nah brah i dont move that fast{ txt }: ive just got some old flames yknow{ txt }: people i left behind { txt }: on accident alright not intentionally{ txt }: they shouldve hated me when i came back{ txt }: been like{ txt }: dave you absolute fuck{ txt }: get out of my life like you have been for the last{ txt }: idk{ txt }: however long my sorry ass has been living out my shitty dream{ txt }: but one of them like{ txt }: shit man{ txt }: he made me feel so fucking welcome{ txt }: i was happy to be home but he just{ txt }: after all this time{ txt }: he made me feel like i had a home to go back to

[taciturntenebro]

@mislaidpsyche

> Transportalize over to Hal’s place and toe off your shoes once you’re there.

“I’m here.”

> You call out into the home for Cici because you don’t really feel like you’re entirely welcome to wander around. Just because you remember the layout of the place doesn’t mean you can just meander through it nearly a year later.

[taciturntenebro]

aite fam im ollie outie for the night

be good kiddos

[taciturntenebro]

> Transport yourself over to Cyon’s place for those kisses he promised.

[taciturntenebro]

@mislaidpsyche

what are your coords

[taciturntenebro]

@mislaidpsyche

i just woke up and checked the transportalizer

where are the scales what have you done with them

[nippytubes]

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Send ✋ to hold my muse's hand           

Roxy had never been good with scary movies. She always got way too into what she watched--which was fine with something cute and fun! But as soon as you brought some freaky (unpunchable) ghost into the mix, she was screaming and shaking and hiding under blankets.

And yet, at the same time, Roxy couldn’t get enough of them.

A dilemma, for sure, generally solved by dragging someone along for the ride. Tonight’s lucky pick was Cyon, a first timer who probably wasn’t prepared for her melodrama but was taking it all in stride. They were sitting on her couch together, hip to hip, her, curled up knees to chest, and him, with an arm wrapped ‘round her. So far, she had managed not to scream him deaf, but the movie was only halfway done, and it would only get worse from here.

As the tension in the movie rose, she whimpered, covering her eyes with one hand to try and save composure. A sudden warmth on her free hand has her peeking out from between her fingers, to see that Cyon had taken hold of it, rubbing reassuringly with his thumb. When she glances up to see his kind-hearted expression, her heart melts, and she can’t help but bury her face in his chest, whining softly. What a good friend...