#muse:darcy

[pixiedustdoestheimprov]

text -> darcy & leo

darcy: this is an emergency!!

darcy: our cleric in our d & d game is out sick and we're about to go face a mothafuckin dragon and we're probs gonna die without him.

darcy: wanna join in for a sesh tonight or are you busy?

[courtneywhoroleplays]

[pixiedustdoestheimprov]

texts ✉ darcy -> ??

[text from darcy]: is it still considered childish to read under the covers with a flashlight?

[text from darcy]: asking for a friend

[strawberrylaceswrites]

closed starter for @crazykindx darcy was so determined to be the star in the glee club and if it meant doing anything she can to keep the guy who could be the lead male vocalist in the club then she would. she knew he was dating isabel however, she was nothing but determined and he was the only person who seemed to have some kind of respect for her and woud be honest with her but also actually listen to her so she was happy when she managed to persuade him to meet her in the auditorium for a singing practice, so she had set up a little picnic on the stage so it would extend their time together. As she saw him walk in she smiled, "I was starting to think you weren't going to show up."

[pixiedustrps]

aquamarine, carnelian, fossil

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

Belle 

Belle feels safest at home. Home is where the heart is after all. And hers is sat in the middle of an open field where it’s hard to believe it isn’t spring all the time. It’s as close to a bubble as anyone could get, separate from the world and all its chaos, even though she could just as easily pop right back into it on a whim. She likes having friends over there a lot. She’s hoping it will calm them down just as much as being home does for her. Making a home for her friends or somewhere where the word just pops into their heads is all she can really hope to do. 

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

Wren   

Underneath all the business files and spread sheets on her desk, if you’re willing to go digging you’ll find model and fashion sketches. It started out as a hobby at first, something to do through hacking lessons and waiting for code to go through and poke around systems, but eventually it more or less fell to the wayside. It was something that was closer to the core of her than anything else, but she’s struggled to find her way back to it again like most things that were very wholly her. Granted, her sketches weren’t all gems or amazing masterpieces, but when she still had the time she was considering taking a few art classes. Going to fashion school is still a small aspiration of hers, but she doesn’t often have the time to return to it to think about it or plan it out. It’s more a wish now than anything else. 

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

Darcy

She loves books, but she doesn’t want to be a librarian forever. If she could have her wish granted, she’d love to travel and write. And write about travelling. She wants something that will let her explore the world everyone’s been too afraid to show her, to take anything bigger than baby steps into it. She’s not a little girl anymore, but not a lot of people are willing to see past the doe eyes and the whimsical tone on her breath.

@littledhamplr

[bvrninghovse-blog]

“Sometimes I wonder if you realize how stupid you look.” @xaddicts

[pixiedustrps]

one free pass: (hatter/alex) do you think i've lost my mind? (mason/darcy) is love at first sight real in your eyes? (liam/wren) is wren really in there or has the mask taken over? (hook/ariel) could forgiveness be an option?

(liam/wren) 

is wren really in there or has the mask taken over?

She looks up at him, and gives him a wry half smile. “Why are you referring to me in the third person? …Does this mean I’m going to have to too?” 

She laughs a very, very dry laugh before looking at her hands, lips frowning in what could almost be called a pout. They shake a little before she starts. “She’s still in there…she is…I guess what I’m saying is that she never really left. She’s in everything I do, always, and I know that, but…just a small piece. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that small piece is there sometimes. I mean…I have you to remind me but-…” 

She stops to clasp her hands together but her eyes never leave them. 

“Let’s put it this way- you’ve got this huge puzzle that you’re almost done, but you just can’t remember where you placed the last few pieces and as much as you search the box you can’t find them. And then the minute you stop looking so hard they show up, one by one, but the last one never does no matter how much waiting you do. It’s a lot like that…I know who I am, I know them all, Liam, but…I don’t think I’ll be able to bring them back together again the way they used to be. That person’s gone, but I’m still here.”

She pauses as she takes in a breath. “Honestly…I’m sorry you never got to meet her.”

(hook/ariel)

could forgiveness be an option?

There’s a fury in her eyes when he asks the question, as there always is, but sadness there too, a deep, bubbling upset. She shakes her head, her eyes rivers that looked like they wanted to drown him while they spilled over.

“No. No, never. I will never forgive you for what you did. Forgiving means forgetting and I will never forget. You ruined my life. You trapped me here over what? Money? Jewels? Greed? Because that’s all you are at the end of the day. A man who’s greed far precedes him, who destroys the thing he can’t have when he doesn’t get it. 

What would you do with my forgiveness anyway? What’s the point? Do you think we were ever friends? How could I? How could I befriend the man who only wanted to use me. Well guess what. I used you back. I destroyed you. And then you destroyed me.”

(hatter/alex) 

do you think i’ve lost my mind?

He frowns, but it’s a soft frown, which means he’s actually putting thought into what he’s about to say.

“Sometimes I think that to myself, but then I guess I’m thinking something I don’t really mean. Whatever you do seems really odd to me, but then again, this place that were in rotates around odd. You’re just-” he pauses, trying to find the right word and sighs when his sister’s voice pops up in his head. It worked, but it sure was annoying to use the fancy medical mumbo-jumbo she liked to shove down everyone’s throat. “Adapting…yeah, adapting. Plus, if you really have lost your mind, then we’re up shit creek without a paddle.” He tries a smile, but it’s a halfhearted effort, and he waves her off as he walks ahead of her up the forest path, shoving his hands in his pockets.

(mason/darcy) 

is love at first sight real in your eyes?

She hums to herself, flopping down onto her bed as her puppy scrambles up to join her. She’s silent on her end for a while. To be honest, she’d never had to answer the question before. Everyone she knew was happy letting her live life in her own happy bubble that had rose tinted glasses for everyone.

I don’t know, she started. Maybe…maybe it is. Just not in the way people think. 

He asks ‘what’, so she continues.

I mean, everyone believes that falling in love is this one huge step that you need to think so long and hard on and has to be really thoughtfully placed on someone important. But what if it isn’t. What if you just say to yourself, I’m going to fall in love with something today- doesn’t matter what it is. And you just do it. Fall in love with the dog on the street who jumps on your leg to get its head scratched, or the person you end up having a five second conversation with at the checkout counter, or the person on the sidewalk you smile at on your way home who smiles back at you. It can be really easy. You just have to see the world differently, and fall in love with life first. 

But then again…I’ve never seen you, and I already like you. A lot. So maybe ‘sight’ really isn’t the important part about love at first sight.