#tediouscorrections

[magicthwink]

👄 + Muriel, ilya, portia -- let's just mash em all into one ask

( x )MurielHe takes a deep breath in, pressing his palms together and lifting them to his mouth.          “I try not to talk about him too much, since, uh. Y’know. He likes his privacy. But-- but between you and me, he’s probably the actual sweetest person I’ve ever met, under that surly exterior.” A pause. “Don’t tell him I said any of what I’m about to say. I swear to god. I’ll end you.” He eyes his conversational partner for a second, and then, seemingly satisfied, he continues,”--He’s so... fucking calming to be around. Now that we’re used to each other, I mean. Like he might not usually have a whole lot to say but once you get over worrying about what he thinks of you it’s just... nice to chill with him. And... and his smile is... look, have you seen him smile?” He’s totally not blushing. “Actually, forget I said anything. Let’s talk about something else.”JulianSitting back in his seat, his barely touched ale on the table in front of him, he says,”Oh, Julian? He’s, ah--” He turns a bit red. Is it from the alcohol, or something else? “He’s fuckinnnnnnnnnnnn’ illegal amounts of hot, is what he is.” Ah, so both. “Seriously. Who said that was allowed? Excuse me? Excuse me?? Sir? I’m gonna fucking fight you? Have you heard him sing?! It’s so fucking hard to not be weird and gay around him! And then he’s all angsty and brooding sometimes but it’s like, dude, it’s fine, just be the huge fuckin’ dork we all know you can be. Relax, my guy.”Portia“I-- Okay, I feel kinda bad,” he says, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I haven’t talked to her much. Which is a fuckin’ shame, ‘cause every time I do talk to her I come away feeling... lighter. Y’know? You get what I mean. She’s always got some interesting shit to say and ideas about what to do.. God. I really need to hang out with her more often. She’s a fuckin’ delight.”

[abxssal-blog]

❛  i really want that to be a lie.  ❜ (uwu)

( x )They squint at him, their hands pausing in the middle of typing a curt text on their work flip-phone. It’s a moment before they say anything, but finally they give a little snort. “Which part?,” they say flatly, glancing down at the mangled corpse on the ground and nudging it with the toe of their boot. It’s humanoid, and wearing clothes, but if it was once human it has been twisted far beyong recognition, its limbs elongated and thin, its hair falling out, its mouth gaping open to reveal bloody, needle-point teeth. There’s a hole in its chest. “The part where this is a ghoul, or the part where I think there will be more ghouls?”

[s0diepop]

⚡, 💕, 🌙

what is my muse like when they’re…

⚡ (angry) 

- you’ll be lucky if you get out unscathed. cecil’s such a hothead, and genuine anger from him is a storm of emotions. in the minimum, it’s yelling and shoving. at the max, he loses control of his magic and sets fire to the nearest object in a fit of rage. may start throwing punches or trying to exert his anger physically. despite this lack of control, he would NEVER intentionally hurt someone he loves.

💕 (in love)

- speaking of love! wow. what a mess. he can play it cool when they’re around, oddly enough. it’s when they leave that he really gets hit with the puppy love. whining about missing them and going silent for long periods of time just to zone out and think about them. he gets really spacey and probably won’t listen until you’re talking about the person.

🌙 (exhausted)

- it’s so rarely seen because of the sheer amount of magic he uses to stay awake. ironically, that magic also drains him if used in large quantities. you can see the exhaustion slip through sometimes. his eyes will suddenly droop a little, eyelids will get a little heavier, sockets get a little deeper. he sways slightly or might take a few wrong steps. once he yawns, he’ll recast the spell and go right back to being energetic. someone please make him sleep.

[candle-hair]

🔮 💛

See into my muses past! Send 🔮 for a drabble of a memory that your muse gets to see into.

Things were…… different after the events of the Unknown; to the extent that part of Wirt wished that he had stayed. The day he woke up everyone was at his side: Sara with her pretty smile, Jason with his big hair and cheesy jokes, Greg with his frog, even his parents, who managed to be civil towards each other, even though Wirt knew they were dying to be at each other’s throats. But within a week, he was consistently waking up alone, greeted only by the thrum of the machines monitoring his heart rate, the grinding of wheels outside his door, muffled voices too sweet to be addressing him.

A broken arm, two fractured ribs, extensive internal bleeding and a mild concussion — translated to a month and a half in a hospital bed, a month and a half of vision blurred both by tears and the bandages cinched around his skull, a month and a half of isolation, fear, and never-ending nightmares, even when he awoke.

And then it was over. This time he was greeted by the soft smile of a nurse as she undid the binding nested in his air, slipped the IV from his arm, dutifully handed over his clothes. “You’re free to go, dear, as soon as your guardian fills out some paperwork. It looks like he’s already here!”

He? Wirt knew his father wouldn’t be allowed anywhere near him again if his mother had any say in it. Half-clothed, he scurried out of the room to check, only to freeze in the middle of the hallway.

There stood his stepfather, leaned up against the reception desks; he seemed to be refusing a pen, instead handing over a sheet of paper of his own. The figure behind the desk nodded, picked up his handheld radio, and murmured something Wirt couldn’t quite make out. Then there were hands on his shoulders; alarmed, he glanced back, only to see the same nurse from before, looking much less happy. ”Sorry, dear. I-it looks like you’re being recommitted.“

Dumbfounded, Wirt could only let himself be led back down the hallway, glancing over his shoulder furtively; he caught the glint in his stepfather’s eye before he turned on his heel. It was then that Wirt noticed he’d already passed his old room, his gown still splayed across the floor. His vision started to go fuzzy, but he saw enough to know what was happening. ”It’s alright,” the woman soothed, calm, even as her companion clutched a dose of sedatives. ”It really isn’t so bad in here. The psych ward is here to help your mind heal, so you can finally relearn what’s real and what your head’s making up. It’ll be over soon, promise.”

It was not.

[successfullybedazzledmyfac-blog1]

"You have no chance of being normal."

Scrubs {Sentence Starters}

“Well DUH, Dipshit --” Grin on her face, rocking a little on her heels as she spoke. “Normal is boring. I’m anythin’ but borin’--”

[natanaelesantino]

"So... How do I look? Like if we were about to go on a date, what would you think?,

Natanaele looked at Dipper intently for a long moment, lips pursed with brows slightly furrowed before smiling widely, “I would think I had the hottest date around.” He answered honestly, “You look great! I take it you have a date tonight?” he quirked a brow, setting aside his laptop to give Dipper his full attention. “Who’s the lucky guy?” he asked with a light grin.

[bbootss]

an aesthetic board for one of my good friends, @tediouscorrections , based on their muse and the relationship that their muse has. :) hope you like it, dude!

[prodegy-pines]

In a Heartbeat

Dipper has finally finished his work, laying down on his bed. He sighed out in content as his body pressed against the sheets. Welp, he has more free time. Briefly, his mind went to Abel and smiled softly. Immediately he whipped out his phone and typed out a text to send to him. [Text]: Hey Abel! I finally have more free time. How have you been doing? He nibbled on his bottom lip. He has been thinking of visiting for a while, so he wanted to ease into conversation before he finally decided to break the news to him. @tediouscorrections