val rps

[valentinamuses]

valentinamuses - (n.) a muse hub for val’s muses. mixed bag of oc and canon. forever wip.

various studies in themes such as family, self-determination, and potential.

multimuse, highly-selective. ft chae lee, luna snow and alexandra trese. this is the main blog for the muses ft headcanons and others, but threads will have their own respective blogs.

rules. blog info. muses. 

[valentinamuses]

okay i'm posting some opens on the side blog. idk. focus kinda meh.

[astral-athame]

“… It's too quiet.” “You just had to say it, didn't you?” ( cass and @drjxng have a kid now i don't make the rules )

@drjxng

The patter of little feet running from room to room. Laughter bright as sunshine. Their home was never quiet anymore, but that wasn't a bad thing. Quite the opposite, really. She relished in it. Looked forward to the gibberish and made up lyrics as their little boy sang along to his favorite songs, sang along with her.

He was off playing alone right now in the living room, his current favorite movie (Big Hero 6) played on the television and sometimes held his interest for a moment or two. But never for this long.

A few moments alone had found her and Mikoto in the kitchen, Cass sitting atop the counter, legs around Mikoto's waist, hands on his shoulders. The point wasn't for this to go any further or anything, she'd just wanted him close. Wanted to kiss him. To feel him lean in a bit as her fingers lightly brushed against his neck, tracing his pulse. Sweet little seconds of alone time while they had them. Cassia had brought up the idea of having another. She'd always envied those with siblings, wished that she'd had a little sister or brother to play with and even fight with (because siblings rarely came without the occasional argument).

But between this conversation and the delicate press of Mikoto's lips to hers, there had been plenty of noise coming from the living room- giggles, running around, the sound of toys clanging together as he played. And then the expansive silence. Mikoto had moved to pressing little kisses against her jaw, the side of her neck- she'd almost gotten so caught up in the feeling she might not have noticed the prolonged quiet. Almost.

"...it's too quiet," Cass gently pressed her hand to Mikoto's chest, a small signal for him to pause, to listen along with her. Where was the laughing and the playful shouting? Where was the sound of his feet tapping across the living room carpet as he ran from one side of the room to the other?

Ah, there it was. But, unmistakably, those little feet were coming straight for them. Out of the living room. Across the wooden flooring of the hall.

"You just had to say it, didn't you?" Mikoto asked. Despite his expression she knew he was mostly teasing. She'd jinxed them. Cut their alone time short. Though it was getting to be about lunch time... She gave Mikoto one more kiss, an apology of sorts, just before a little face was peeking around the door frame at them. Big brown eyes. Chubby little cheeks. He was almost 3 now, but sometimes all she could see when she looked at him was that tiny baby in her arms at the hospital. She'd been so afraid to be a parent, so afraid she'd mess it up...

"Mama! Appa!" Well, he was being loud now. No more quiet. Really, though, Cassia was just glad he was okay. She'd been a bit of a helicopter parent for a while, still sometimes was (she couldn't help it that she worried), but she'd been getting better about letting him play alone in the other room without constantly having to check in on him.

"Sí, chiquito?"

""I'm hungry. 배고파." He answered, then reiterated in Korean. Cass was still learning the language, herself, but she definitely knew that one. He used it often. Sometimes more dramatically than other times. Right now, it was accompanied by a pout, exaggerated and oh so adorable.

"What do you want for lunch?" She didn't leave her spot up on the counter top and, instead, had leaned forward a bit to rest her head against Mikoto's shoulder.

"Pizza!"

"You can't have pizza for every meal," She wasn't scolding, but she was giving him a look. One that told him to pick something else. He'd had pizza just yesterday, after all, when he was out with his abuelo.

He pouted more, but Cass stood her ground on it. "What if we let appa pick something?"

The idea seemed to perk him up a little- he'd let his dad pick and then it'd be surprise lunch! "Yeah!" Then he turned his full attention to Mikoto and waved a little hand to get him to lean down, like was about to tell him a secret. A secret that was just what he was hoping his father would choose for lunch. "Pick 배고파. Okay?"

Cass pretended she hadn't heard despite the fact that he was not yet particularly adept at whispering.

[bubblybiter]

jeff naming conventions for luna snow @wintryidol

How does Jeff say YOUR name? [Accepting Always]

Oh thats an easy one for Jeff!

"Brrrnah!"

Since Luna has ice powers and ice is cold and makes Jeff say 'brr'. The most clever play on sounds if you ask him!

He gets excited to see Luna, so he forgets the Snow part of the name. Evident by his big tail waggings.

[wonderful-rp-resources]

Accuse my Muse of a crime. They can only respond with either 'Guilty' or 'Not Guilty'.

Specify which muse for multimuse blogs.

[why-i-love-comics]

Marvel Rivals: The Cities of Heaven #1 (2026)

written by Paul Allor art by Michael Shelfer, Eric Gapstur, & Dee Cunniffe

[nixscriptum]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 ɞ˚‧｡⋆ a collection of medical tension, hospital corridors, life & death stakes sentence starters. genre: medical drama, hurt and comfort, high stakes.

• You shouldn't be working this shift—you're running on fumes. • I need you to trust me right now, okay? Can you do that? • When was the last time you actually slept? • Your hands are shaking. Let me take over. • I can't lose another patient today. I can't. • You're not fine. Don't lie to me, I can read your vitals from here. • We did everything we could. Sometimes that's not enough. • I'm calling it. Time of death— • No, no, no. Come on. Stay with me. • You need to step back. You're too close to this case. • I saw what happened in there. Are you okay? • The family's asking for you. I think you should talk to them. • How long have you been covering up these symptoms? • I don't know how to tell them their kid didn't make it. • Your shift ended three hours ago. Go home. • I've never seen you panic like that before. • We have a code blue! • You can't save everyone. You know that, right? • I need two units of O-neg!  • Why didn't you tell me you were hurt? • I found you passed out in the supply closet. • You remember that patient from six months ago? They're back. • I think I'm having a panic attack.  • Congratulations, Doctor. First solo surgery, right? • The board's asking questions about what happened during that code. • I can't feel my hands anymore. • Someone needs to tell the attending they made the wrong call. • I'm not supposed to be treating family, but here we are. • Your patient in bed seven? That's my sister. • They're crashing—get the crash cart! • I need you to walk me through what went wrong. • You stayed with them. All night. Why? • I haven't eaten in fourteen hours and I'm starting to see double. • The transplant list just got longer and our donor didn't make it. • You can't keep taking the hard cases. It's killing you. • I heard you crying in the stairwell. • This is exactly the kind of case that ended your last relationship. • Your ex just got admitted to our floor. • I'm sorry, there's nothing more we can do. It's palliative now. • You need to scrub out. Now. • I pulled a double and now I can't remember if I already gave that medication. • The family wants to sue. They're naming you specifically. • I know we said no relationships between attendings and residents, but— • You operated on them for eleven hours straight. • I'm not cleared to come back yet, but I'm here anyway. • Whose blood is that on your coat? • The on-call room is not for sleeping anymore, apparently. • You've been charting for three hours. Go take a break. • I made a mistake in there. A big one. • Your first loss always hits different, doesn't it? • They left AMA and now they're back, worse than before.

[madferitprompts]

42 character development questions!

PHYSICAL PRESENCE AND GESTURE.

1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy?

2. How much physical space do they use, active and at rest?

3. How do they position themselves in a group? Do they like to be the center of attention, or do they hang back at the edges of a crowd?

4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does?

5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why?

6. What are they like in motion–in different environments, and in different activities? What causes the differences between these?

7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these?

8. Where and when do they seem most and least at ease? Why? How can you tell?

9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions?

10. What energizes and drains them most?

11. How are they vocally expressive? What kind of voice, accent, tones, inflections, volume, phrases and slang, and manner of speaking do they use?

12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands?

DISPOSITION AND TEMPERAMENT.

13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances, or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed?

14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed?

15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives?

16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like?

17. Are they more shaped by nature or nurture — who they are, or what has happened to them? How have these shaped who they’ve become as a person?

18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take, (best, worst, most likely?) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why?

CONNECTIONS WITH OTHERS.

19. How do they behave within a group? What role(s) do they take? Does this differ if they know and trust the group, versus finding themselves in a group of strangers? Why?

20. What kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them? How are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships?

21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why?

22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ?

23. How do they respond to difficult social moments? What makes them consider a social situation difficult?

24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference?

25. What do they need and want out of relationships, and how do they go about getting it?

26. How do they view and feel about relationships, and how might this manifest in how they handle them, if it does?

ACTIVITIES AND PREFERENCES.

27. What do they strongly like and dislike, in any category? Why?

28. What are they likely to do if they have the opportunity, resources, and time to accomplish it? Why?

29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative?

30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much?

31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why?

32. Do they have any “props” that are a significant part of their life, identity, activities, or self-presentation somehow? What are they, how are they used, and why are they so significant? How would these props’ absence impact them, how would they compensate, and why?

THINKING AND LEARNING.

33. How do they learn about the world–what is their preferred learning style? Hands-on learning with trial and error? Research, reading, and note-taking? Observation or rote memorization? Inductive or deductive reasoning? Seeking patterns and organization? Taking things apart and putting them back together? Creative processing via discussing, writing about, or dramatizing things?

34. How do they understand the world–what kind of worldview and thought processes do they have? Why?

35. How and why do they internalize knowledge? What effect has that had on them?

36. How much do they rely on their minds and intellect, versus other approaches like relying on instinct, intuition, faith and spirituality, or emotions? What is their opinion on this?

37. Have they had any special education or training that colors their means of learning about or understanding the world? Conversely, do they lack some kind of education considered essential in their world? What kind of impact has this addition or lack had on them?

38. Is there anything they wish they could change about their worldview or thought processes? What, and why?

39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction?

40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is?

FREE FOR ALL.

41. What associations do they bring to mind? Words or phrases, images, metaphors or motifs? Why?

42. I have a question of my own!

[my-timesinks-and-pastimes]

Art by Tricia Dominique S. Oseo

(https://www.instagram.com/teadeeeoh/)

[valentinamuses]

this is a taeyang thing.

[neon-orchids]

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[crownmemes]

Workplace Sentences, Vol. 17

(Sentences from various sources for professional muses and/or muses that work together. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Has it ever occured to you that you may be trading efficiency for pride?"

"Everyone is aware what a distinctive and enviable career path you've carved out for yourself, but you screwed it up!"

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this!"

"Are we no longer on a first-name basis?"

"I do have a life outside the office, you know."

"What's that you're writing?"

"I'm not happy about this award. I don't deserve it."

"Get some sleep. You're no use to me like this."

"Is there a reason you're not answering your phone?"

"You are such a narcissist!"

"Do you want to do the job properly, or do you just want to look nice?"

"Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"You think you've had a bad day at work? I've got you beat."

"You always want to be the first, don't you?"

"This is exactly the sort of thing that got you into trouble in the first place!"

"I feel like this is a trick question..."

"There is nothing - absolutely nothing - I like about today!"

"Have you ever thought that maybe there's a different way of doing this job?"

"You're new here, aren't you?"

"You're new here."

"Look at the bright side: if this is the best they've got around here, in six months, we'll be running this place."

"If I continue this, it's tantamount to career suicide!"

"Don't let this job run your life. Work to live, not the other way round."

"You don't seriously expect me to believe this?"

"How are you planning on dealing with all this?"

"Congratulations on your unprecedented cock-up!"

"Are you working with me?"

"You were never as good as they said you were."

"You can imagine how much sleep I've got in the past few days, considering your request."

"I've got an idea. Why don't we stop worrying about things that may never happen and just get on with our jobs?"

"Is this conversation actually useful?"

"You know the way I don't think enough sometimes? Well, you think too much."

"You think of everything, don't you?"

"This is how you let people speak to you?"

"This business is based on trust. I don't trust you."

"Now it's your turn to impress. Try not to think about how much is riding on this."

"We don't get to see much beauty in our job, do we?"

"Do I need to know what that is?"

"Hold on! Does he get paid more than me?"

[valentinamuses]

lee sang woo vs the ICC - taeyang || x

On a typical Tuesday afternoon, Taeyang is simply tasked to archive files that no longer aid in current court cases he's been subpoenaed to testify. On this same typical Tuesday afternoon, there is nothing new to this. Just reviewing routine paperwork, then filing if there is anything relevant to open cases at the moment.

That's when he spots it.

Lee Sang-Woo.

A name on a witness list. Not the same man. The case went cold. He remembers that. He remember's Miharu's face that day.

Detective Kim hadn't thought about that name in years. But that remains, buried somewhere along the memories of days old, of his rookie days. Behind the work he'd done, behind the armour he wears.

They had not found him. But this time, Lee Sang-woo resurfaced.

The pattern. The alias. Then came the cold feeling that crawled back up his spine.

He'd stared at the file in the dim lamplight of his desk, a cubicle he has earned from his rookie days. Taeyang stared at the name until the letters blurred.

It had been late, and he left the precinct that night with his hands shaking.

He didn't sleep that night when he got back to his apartment.

He has not told Miharu yet. But he already wonders if the case keeps haunting her even when it had been years since.

Seollal would be the perfect time to tell her. It's when the Lee family gathered in the ancestral home. Miharu would fly out, with her brothers, and his aunt and uncle would come along too.

Taeyang always felt the place too big, too full of history, too full of expectations. He remembers the days when Miharu would visit - they'd been seven then, then nine. Then fifteen. They'd grown up in the shadows of their grandparents, overlaid by the shadows of each of their parents. They'd been two children who inherited the weight of a dynasty they never asked for.

Now, they're much older.

He finds Miharu on the balcony. The winter air transforms into smoke from each exhaled breath. The ancestral home grounds an expanse before them, stretching out like green summer pastures - quiet and too peaceful. He remembers being small, being young, being a boy who runs with her, only for Miharu to be called out about how she should not be running, and should be acting lady-like at thirteen.

Now he feels the weight of legacy looming above them. He feels the weight of the secure flash drive in his pocket more.

“그 이름이 다시 떠올랐어," he tells her, silence broken. Miharu always existed and moved with silence around her like a blanket. (The name resurfaced.)

He speaks quietly, because the walls of the ancestral home had ears. Always. The walls listen too closely.

Miharu does not turn. Not immediately. But when she does, he sees it. The flicker of recognition. Fear. Memory. She doesn't ask which one. She doesn't need to.

“…그 사건?” (From that case?)

He nods, expression grim.

They never really talked about it. How it changed them. How it carved something out of Miharu. How it lit something in him. Dangerous. How it settled between them like shadow they do not see as the trail had gone cold.

But.

He stands here now. He feels the old weight settle on his shoulders. The same weight he remembers at twenty-four, when Miharu unraveled in silence while the family carried on.

“누가 또 알아?” she asked.

“한별만.” Only Hanbyul. His voice feels too loud, even in a whisper.

He hesitates before adding, “근데 곧 퍼질지도 몰라.” (But it might not take long before word spreads.)

In the family, some truths come to light too fast. Some secrets never really stay buried. Not the fractures. Not the reconciliations. Not the ghosts.

The ghost has a name again.

He remembers everything. He had not been involved then. Only Miharu. He remembers when the case once nearly ended Miharu. Extinguished the fire she once had for the law.

He'd been angry, fearful. Helplessly determined but helpless. He didn't know what to do then.

He's not going to let this case swallow Miharu again. Not going to let her drown in this.

He's not going to let it drown him too.

Not this time.

[museinzpo]

[shelldeleo]

[jaejoongg]

KIM JAE JOONG Single Album SEQUENCE #4 Behind Photo 1/3

[shelldeleo]