#thread: dylan

[midnightxmuses]

closed starter for @rennisaturate​

“shit i’m so sorry. i didn’t realize how late it was,” dylan apologized as he walked into the house, taking his jacket off and hanging it up before rounding the corner to see the babysitter sitting on the couch. “did she go to sleep okay?” he asked as he kicked his shoes off before making his way towards the couch.

[lovepctions]

open to: all genders and all ages, any romantic connection to be under the age of 30 muse: dylan thorne, 22, [secondary muse] ( a graffiti artist / aspiring vagabond who has nothing but two dufflebags - one for his personal belongs and another for his spray cans ) connection: friend, stranger, acquaintance, former hook-up, ex-partner, family member

“Thanks for letting me crash on your couch. Hostels don’t take art as a form of payment apparently. Petition for that to change.” Dylan tossed his clothing bag onto a nearby table but carefully placed the one carrying his art supplies onto the ground. “It’s a nice place that you got here.”

[chaoticxwrites]

Dylan: I'm sure you've seen the pictures already

Dylan: I wasn't on a date

Dylan: She's just a friend.

[celeste-dursley]

@dr-prkinsvn

Celeste had managed to balance a bag of sweets she swiped from work and a cup holder in her other hand. All she needed to do was keep this upright for a few more steps and she wouldn’t have to worry about toppling over. Celeste steadily quickened her steps and luckily, her small prayer worked because she managed to make it to Dylan’s in one piece. She lifted her leg up and kicked at the door since her hands were completely full. She let out a tiny breath, she couldn’t help but be slightly ...nervous which she could blame on the years she spent alone that she did indeed put on herself. But, whatever, this was going to be fun she just had to get out of her head.

[newxkids-blog]

@spiderpcter

“So there’s a small village at the base of a mountain. At the top of the mountain there’s a monastery and every night there’s a strange noise at midnight. In the village there’s a little boy who decides he’s going to get to the bottom of the noise. So he takes his bike and rides all the way to the top of the mountain and asks the monks what the source of the noise is. The head monk apologizes and says he can’t tell the boy, since he is not a monk. The boy rides back down the mountain trail, but then a few years later he decides to ask again. So he rides his bike up the mountain and asks again, only to be given the same answer. More years go by and now he’s a man, and he decides once and for all he’s going to figure out this noise. So he gets in his car and drives up the mountain trail and tells the monk that he needs to know what the source of the noise is. The weather’s turned bad and the head monk tells him that he can’t tell the man since he isn’t a monk, but that the man is welcome to stay the night to wait out the storm. After a restless night’s sleep, the man comes to a decision and when morning comes he tells the head monk he wants to become a monk and asks what he must do. The head monk tells him that he must count every blade of grass and grain of sand in the world, and once he returns with his answer he will become a monk. The man sets out on his journey, and it takes him well over a decade. But he finally returns and tells the head monk his answers and the head monk finally relents since the man is now a monk. He leads the man into the deepest darkest tunnel under the monastery and deep into the heart of the mountain. There lies a door, which prompts the head monk to pull a key ring with hundreds of keys from his robe. Countless doors; stone, wood, vibranium, adamantium, iron, steel, gold encrusted with gems. But finally they get to the last door, and the head monk opens the door for the man. He finally sees what’s been making the noise he’s heard his whole life.”

Dylan couldn’t help the shit-eating grin that spread across her features.

“But I can’t tell you what it is, you’re not a monk.”

[midnightxmuses]

starter for @lcvebirds​

finally, the end of the day. dylan let out a deep breath as he began cleaning up the mess of glitter and colored pencils that covered the floor. usually he didn’t let the kids use glitter. it would end up everywhere, and even after a week, he’d still find glitter somewhere. if it wasn’t in the classroom, it was at home. just as he got the broom out, he saw daphne walk through the door and a small smile formed across his lips. “hey, love,” he said, his tone soft.

[midnightxmuses]

do not like my starters

open for mutuals and non-mutuals | open for f | dylan forbes | 37 | our muses are dating and he caught you flirting/kissing someone else

“don’t. don’t fucking lie to me!”

[midnightxmuses]

open for anyone | f if romantic | dylan forbes | 37 | teacher | your muses kid was acting up, pushing other kids and throwing toys. he held you back at home time to talk about it and reach a resolution.

dylan hated talking to parents about their kids. especially if it was negative. sighing, he walked the child out of the class room. "come on, kid, you cant be doing things like that." he said, his hand on the child shoulder. "we've talked about this." as he reached the childs parents, he let out another sigh. "we had another small issue today."