ensemble.

masquerade --  hide your face so the world will never find you.

[elfcollector]

you know, the qunari hold dragons sacred.

[leneemusing]

nonverbal memes

add + to reverse who does the action

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention  [ sleep ] for your muse to wake mine  [ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket  [ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.  [ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning  [ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair  [ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair  [ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine  [ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room  [ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer  [ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger  [ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s [ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying  [ eat ]  for your muse to offer mine food [ hit ] for your muse to attack mine  [ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance  [ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine  [ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap  [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring  [ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually  [ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support  [ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm  [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand  [ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did  [ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine  [ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap  [ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down  [ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away  [ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare  [ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation  [ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury  [ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine  [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger  [ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine  [ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[vastidentity]

hit that heart for a starter. please specify the muse on the post or to me!

[vastidentity]

𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔯 // @serviant​

      " Woah there. " 

      What had once been a quiet sneaking of provisions had turned to a pseudo-rescue mission - hand snapping out to catch a toppling sack of supplies with a grunt and a laugh. Brown eyes were alight with amicable, albeit strained, amusement as the warden lowered the near casualty with a huff and shake of his wrists. He was definitely not the most agile of individuals. . . Something undoubtedly that would be ingrained into him if Duncan had anything to say about it. But nothing could dampen his mood as he shot the elf a sheepish, lopsided smile. 

      “ Nearly lost some there - not to mention the absolute pain in the foot that might have been, ” came the light tease as Alistair gestured toward the supplies. “ Need help getting those where they need to be? Awful lot to be a one-man job, if you ask me - which, frankly, no one does but. . . ” trailing off as he realized his words were nearing his ‘rambling tangent stage’, Alistair cleared his throat with a tight laugh and a hand at the back of his neck, “ err. Not that you needed to know that. Right. Help. Offering. Would you like it? ”

[vastidentity]

𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖚𝖗 // @onlyliberty​

      A low whistle left him as he weighed his options. Susan Grimshaw was on a veritable war path and not even their esteemed leader Dutch was safe from her wrath. It was another shrill bark from her direction and a wincing look from Hosea that spurred him into action -- boots kicking him up quickly from his perch by the fire and bee lining toward the horses. He needed to look into another lead anyway . . . but not alone. It’d be his charitable good deed of the day. 

      “ Lenny, why don’t y’go on up towards Lagras and scout the surroundin’ area? Dutch said somethin’ ‘bout Raiders and some nice easy stakes cash in shine crates. Quick now, kid, ” came the gruff, amused order as he watched the other all but sprint to his own horse to leave. Another scan of the area and his eyes fell on bright red curls just off towards the edge of camp. “ Anne! You’re comin’ with me on down to Saint Denis. We’re gonna get a good look at a particular house of interest -- ” as far from Miss Grimshaw as possible went unsaid as he shot her a dry, half smile and mounted his horse, “ Could take the better portion of the day and well into evenin’, I imagine. ”

[vastidentity]

𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙 // @hwknscitizens​

      There had been no true sound to his steps - no rustling of grass or the crunch of gravel paths. He was as silent as a wraith as he stepped up just near the young woman. Eyes lingered on the equally quiet form of the other, the thought to strike and take from the shadows fleeting. Dull. His appetite far from eager and his sensibilities, manners, surprisingly intact that evening. It was this that let Lestat push forward fully and without thought for stealth, his long coat sweeping out behind him as he knelt before a grave. A single rose in hand, the vampire bent forward to rest it just at the foot of the headstone. 

      “ A lovely night to pay respects to those dearly departed, wouldn’t you agree chérie? ” came the rumbling and even drawl as the blond’s head tilted just so - blue eyes bright even from beneath lower lashes. His smile equally as tame. A far cry from the roguish, charming terror he once was. Still could be. “ Though I hardly imagine they offer the stimulating and brightly, neon lit bedazzlement of what passes for ‘proper’ company these days. I’d almost argue they’re more agreeable under less maudlin circumstances. ”

[vastidentity]

𝕿𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖗 // @starcourtking​ 

      “ -- ohh mama, sweet fuckin’ nectar of life. Uncle T’s earned your sweet tight ass. Can’t keep pretending you don’t know what’s coming. This . . . animal magnetism. I’m gonna get my mouth on that sweet, tight -- ” 

                                         Sir? You gonna pay for those beers or fuck ‘em? 

      Ripped from the lewd - borderline ludicrous - one sided convo he’d been having with a gleaming case of beer, Trevor made new point of hiding his scowl. Amber eyes bore into the pimply faced hick tucked behind the trucker stop counter as he straightens right up. A slow finger raises to a point as he takes a threatening step toward the poor, underpaid worker. “ What’d you say to me? You tryin' to pressure me into a sale? You tryin’ to make me into your two-bit capitalist pig bitch and think I’m here to fulfill your daily quota for some horse shit? Why don’t you come say that to me face you little-- ” 

      Ding. The chime of the doors sliding open halt Trevor mid stride and effectively quell the murderous rampage he felt just beneath the surface. Manic gaze drawn from the mortified twat, the man can’t contain the shock or really tries to hide it as he lets out a low whistle,“ Well fuck me, twinkie. What the hell happened to you? ”

[vastidentity]

𝖓𝖚𝖝 // @warprose​ 

        Head jerking upright from its place in the rig’s engine, Nux had nearly missed the call to attention. Engines and mechanical tasks were where he found himself truly at home. A place of comfort and getting lost in the fine tuning of it all. But he knew when to withdraw - with one lingering glance - eyes bright and hands held to his chest in the salute of v8. IMPERATOR. Dry lips split into a wide, manic smile as the war boy’s hands slapped onto the newly “cleaned” grill. 

      “ -- Imperator Furiosa. Honor, ” he croaked out, swallowing thickly as his head darted to the side to stare at the vehicle and then back to her. Ever eager for a scrap of acknowledgement. “ It’s done as you need it. Slit said they had to get more juice to get it roaring - monster-like. No juice needed. Just cleanin’ and valve fine tunin’. A crack from last run - rock from the messy roads I think . . . But -- but it’s good now. Better. ”

[vastidentity]

𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖞 // @warprose​

      Polished shoes clicked noisily along pristinely polished floors, threatening to drown out the nattering complaints of the mortal about ‘authorization’ and clearance. A damned joke, really. A demon of his caliber required no “clearance” -- even if most people who knew him would say otherwise. But nevermind that. With a flourish of his hands, Crowley shoved open the large doors that led to the facility’s library with a loud, “ Yes, yes -- proper channels, your job. Give it a rest Tom, you know I couldn’t care less. Yoo-Hoo, Big Red, Hello. ” 

      Brushing past the government official with a hapless shrug, the demon reached into the inner folds of his suit jacket and produced a pristine, onyx flask, “ Your best friend and demon pal up shit creek comes with a peace offering and a slightly panicked request for help ~ ”

[vastidentity]

hit that heart for a starter. please specify the muse on the post or to me!

[vastidentity]

IMAGES of broken light        Which dance before me like a MILLION eyes

                                   They call me on and on across the UNIVERSE.                                              dash only multi-muse penned by jay.                                                                    temp cred.