#sadiepratt

[waterisms-blog1]

• ( danny )

Send me a • to share headphones with my muse 

“Okay, but you don’t know if you hate it if you haven’t heard it before. Just try it. Please?“

[luciusharper-blog]

★♒☢ for milo

★ : What their favorite thing is about your muse.

Lucius loves the way Milo holds onto everything. How he sees the value in something Lucius would have tossed aside without a second glance. Lucius doesn’t think of it as being too sentimental or possessing the inability to just let things go--but more of an indication of a big heart. Lucius wonders if Milo ever kept anything Lucius gave him for the same reasons, including the short stories he used to write when they were younger and would ask both Milo and Oswald for their opinions.

♒ : How my muse would describe yours in one sentence.

“He demands an audience not many are willing to give but if one only offers the opportunity, they’ll see a man wise beyond his years with the heart to match.”

☢ : If they view your muse as a friend or enemy or love interest.

Milo is certainly not an enemy, and outwardly one of Lucius’ only friends. He grew up thinking of Milo as nothing more than his little brother’s best friend. But the first night he spent alone, staring up at the ceiling of the group home, it was thoughts of how Oswald still had Milo’s smile for company that kept him from breaking down. Unfortunately, Lucius only had the memory to keep for himself. Now that they’ve been reunited years later, Milo makes Lucius’ heart ache in a way he most definitely keeps hidden somewhere. He can’t afford feelings like that, especially with a mortal.

@milopomme

[luciusharper-blog]

‡ (milo and sadie)

send ‡ for my muse’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with them.

@sadiepratt

“I told you I would get you the number for my publisher and I meant it.” He said the words hastily as the redheaded vampire made her way into the bed. He’d never really had fans of his work before until he met the Pratts, and now he was wondering what his words had gotten himself into. Vampire groupies, clearly. “It’s not that big of a deal...”

@milopomme

Lucius’ eyes fluttered open when he felt the edge of his bed sink with the weight of someone else. It was far too heavy to be Beelzebub. Besides, the cat’s monstrous purr would have been a dead giveaway. It took a second for Lucius to recognize Milo without his glasses on but when he did, his sleepiness quickly melted away and he moved over to accommodate. “Fair warning,” he mumbled, pulling the blankets up over the both of them, clearly accepting this nighttime intrusion with no hesitation. “I have cold feet and they will wake you up.” He knew his soft spot for Milo was showing, but here in the quiet silence of his bedroom, he didn’t feel the need to hide it.  He snaked one hand around the linguist’s waist and curled into him, making sure not to touch the other with his feet. Maybe Milo’s presence would soothe his constant bad dreams. Maybe Milo was sleepwalking. Whatever the reason, Lucius relished the warmth until morning.

[jasperjefferson]

📱

SEND ME 📱 FOR THE LAST FIVE TEXT MESSAGE MY MUSE SENT YOURS!

JASPER

[ text ]: Hello, Sadie.[ text ]: It has come to my attention that you never returned the papers I signed while I was visiting Town Hall.[ text ]: I would really appreciate those back.[ text ]: Have you received my messages?[ text ]: Shall I call you instead?

LUCIEN

[ text ]: bonjour[ text ]: ça fait long temps qu'on ne s'est pas parlé[ text ]: i had a favor to ask[ text ]: could you dye my hair?[ text ]: please

BEAU

[ text ]: hi miss sadie![ text ]: i just wanted to know if you wanted to come with me to the park? it's really nice out![ text ]: tatum and finnick will be there![ text ]: and you can see me shift![ text ]: it'll be really fun!!!!!

MORGAN

[ text ]: DUDE[ text ]: I FOUND A COMPANY THAT SELLS THAT BLACKOUT SHIT[ text ]: IT'S A POWDER AND YOU CAN ADD IT TO LIKE PAINT AND STUFF[ text ]: WE SHOULD TOTALLY BUY IT[ text ]: AND DYE ALL OF OUR CLOTHES

[queenwitchquinn-blog]

✆

Name: Mini MeRingtone: Do It Like A Dude - Jessie JPicture:

[toulousechat-blog]

💭 ( um!!! if you're gonna do this to me i'm gonna do it right back to you )

Toulouse doesn’t know what to make of Sadie, to be honest. One minute she’s reaming him out for even existing, the next she’s teasing him and playing along when he’s teasing back. He hates that he’s actually genuinely impressed by her work ethic. After all, it takes some serious balls to get into Town Hall. Even more to stay there and make a name for yourself with those on town council. He still thinks she’s a bit off, or at least something about her is, but at the same time, he can see himself in her - the protector of their family, the responsible older one who practically parents the others. And as much as Tou wants to hate her, as he stubbornly insists that he does, there’s something there that attracts him, makes him think that there is more than meets the eye.

[jasperjefferson]

💭

SEND “💭” FOR MY CHARACTERS THOUGHTS ON YOURS.

He finds Sadie annoying, tbh, but there aren’t many people he doesn’t find annoying. He thinks she’s a bitch, but he also judges people immediately and doesn’t change those views very quickly. If he spent more time with her, he might develop a better relationship with her as their sass might compliment each other nicely. 

[landonpratts-blog]

☼

put ☼ in my ask and my muse will respond to waking up next to your muse

There was little of the night before that Landon remembered, first Sadie agreeing to trash the town with him and from there a blur of adrenaline and delight as he had his sister by his side. Speeding across the town in a car he had stolen a few weeks back and the shrieking laughter that shook the vehicle as he pressed down harder on the accelerator. The cans of spray paint creating a mural of chaos on the walls of Charming and Landon getting high on the roof of the car while talking shit to Sadie about life in general and their brother Beau.

As he awoke in the drivers seat of the shitty green honda civic, the night pieced itself together bit by bit and he smiled to himself as the memories of the care-free hours replaying in his brain reminded him of the good old days. He looked to his side and saw Sadie dozing in the passenger seat, she looked so young, so innocent,  his heart wrenched remembering that she wasn’t a kid anymore and that she didn’t really need him anymore. His stomach churned with uneasiness of the future knowing things were going to change. With a deep breath he told himself that the fact that nights like last night could happen meant that maybe she did need him after all but it done little to put him at ease. 

He turned the key in the ignition, with one hand on the wheel he used his other to shake Sadie’s shoulder. “--Wake up runt. We’re going to Denny’s text Beau and ask if he wants to come -- my treat.”