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@wasworthy-moved
I AM AN ARTIST ( PLEASE , GOD , FORGIVE ME. ) I AM AN ARTIST ( PLEASE , DON’T REVERE ME. )
#𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘 : ind. multimuse blog. dreamed by cameron. feat. canons + ocs. 18 + only. low - activity. 23, he / they .
DOCS. PROMO. IN-CHARACTER.
specify muse when liking calls + sending memes. icons will be seldomly used + for specific muses only.
#𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘 : you know, sometimes i think i was born with a leak, and any goodness i started with just slowly spilled out of me, and now it’s all gone. and i’ll never get it back in me. it’s too late. ©
here’s the deal. i’m either going to be doing a major softblocking + cleaning spree. or im going to move this blog. dunno which yet. i’ll know by the end of the weekend i think. i have muse and want to write but smth feels Wrong here
i. i finally figured out what i want to do with this blog to get me comfortable and writing again
hi, i should be here for a little while tomorrow, so feel free to like this for a lil starter! please specify muse — only muses from the linked doc, please! — or muse(s)! will likely use canon dialogue for canon muses + whatnot.
restedache.
SHE GRINS. ‘ nope! it’s allllll me baby; a one woman shit show. and YOU just bought yourself a ONE WAY TICKET. ‘ honestly, he makes it so easy. ‘ waddya want first? tap dance? CLOWN ACT? ‘
‘ oh, yeah, that’s just what the club needed. they’ve been seriously lacking in the circus department. ’ REAL CLASS ACT. ( mike would’ve liked the kid. ) llewyn hates her. ‘ if ya really wanna FIT IN, make sure to get completely PLASTERED before you embarrass the hell outta yourself. it’s tradition. you’ll do great. ’
YOU’RE NOT GOING TO IGNORE HIM, ARE YOU? little guy with his cloth - sack bag out, grip shared with a chewed up orange lollipop. tiny hands reaching out to hold the bag open, waiting, giving the bag a solid SHAKE for good measure. … HE’S WAITING … / @trashthemouth
restedache.
‘ YOU ALWAYS LOOK SO SAD. is it a genetics thing, or…. ? ‘
@wasworthy for llewyn davis.
EH, GRIEF’LL DO THAT TO A MAN. suggesting that there was a time before mike where he looked HAPPY? ‘ is being a little shit that can’t stop running her mouth genetic? ’
‘ so … do we wanna start with how things went, or am i still just eternally cursed to have you guiding me through purgatory? ’ / @restedache
lovehurried.
“At some point, someone needs to actually keep track of what’s going on in the world.“
@wasworthy gets yet another one-liner
‘ at some point, sure — isn’t that what your news station’s purporting to do? or is that just all talk from a presidential mouthpiece? ’
@restedache : ❛ he’s an arrogant blonde white man . ❜
‘ REALLY? and you’re just getting that now? ’ laughter bubbles up, even as kris rolls her eyes. she hardly manages to keep herself from scoffing at the statement, instead content to pull her knees up to her chest instead, shifting the book precariously balanced on her lap. ‘ he’s barely any different from the rest of our professors. DID YOU NOTICE EVERY PHILOSOPHY PROF IS A WHITE MAN? same with our art history department. the history department has one — ONE! — woman! still white, by the way. i feel like they’d just — give gelson women studies if he asked. can you fucking IMAGINE? i’d sue. ’
@truthlie : nickjess thanks
KENDALL KEEPS THEM THERE FOR LATE NIGHTS. some nights are better than others, nights when nick can go home, can climb into bed and sleep more than three hours. he doesn’t sleep. THERE’S A SILVER LINING, though, when he slips back into rava’s place — shutting the door behind him with his hip … with a wince.
there are three cups of coffee in his hands — JESS, NICK, GREG … ( the latter decaf, but he doubts the kid’ll notice. ) — and he wishes he could say that he relished in the walk alone. despite it crawling far into, what, TWO AM? some stupid hour in the morning, there were still plenty of people populating the streets. there’s no way to be alone with one’s thoughts, and really — nick doesn’t think he wants to be.
he enters the main room, finds greg curled up into some odd position on the couch, freakishly long limbs twisted into what looks like a terribly uncomfortable position, laptop on its side against his chest. whatever works, he guesses, as he places the cup on the coffee table next to him.
a smile tugs at weary face then, as nick turns his attention to the table, the papers left spread out, the computers and phones scattered across it. seated at the middle, intent on whatever it is she’s typing — he won’t pretend he knows ; he’s fairly certain she does more than him — is jess. ( THERE’S THE SILVER LINING. ) ‘ y’know — ’ voice is rough with the creeping of sleep, and cheap coffee cup is slid across the table. maybe she hadn’t even seen him approaching. ‘ when i asked you on a coffee date, this isn’t exactly what i had in mind. ’
SCORE : lousy joke earns him a gentle laugh, and jess rises up to meet him halfway, hand catching his around the paper cup. she leans in, and nick expects a peck on the cheek as a thank you, but just as soon — soft lips catch his in a gentle press. ( please ignore that ridiculous sound of surprise … he’s tired, alright? ) it doesn’t last long, but nick presses his luck anyway, stealing another small kiss, this time to the corner of her lips, as she pulls away, making to sit back down. he can’t wipe the stupid grin off his face — he won’t blame that on the sleepiness … that’s all her. THAT’S ALL JESS.
‘ AT LEAST TOM AND I HAD THE DECENCY TO KEEP IT BEHIND CLOSED OFFICE DOORS. ’
well. silver linings need their clouds, after all.
[ SURPRISE ] : sender kisses receiver for the first time, but unexpectedly!
hi, i should be here for a little while tomorrow, so feel free to like this for a lil starter! please specify muse — only muses from the linked doc, please! — or muse(s)! will likely use canon dialogue for canon muses + whatnot.
listen……. ‘my love’ is literally the strongest and greatest pet name in existence. there is literally nothin better than somone callin you that….. especially when things are soft and quiet and they look at you with utter adoration and whisper “what’s the matter, my love??” or “i hope everything is okay with you, my love” like oh my god?? let me marry you already
'𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶' 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.
as promised! i might make an updated list, but these will keep us shippy fools going for a while! in the meantime, if you think of other ideas to add to the list, don't hesitate to let me know!
[ HAIR ] : as they kiss the receiver, sender tangles their fingers into receiver's hair.
[ WAIST ] : sender catches receiver around the waist right before they kiss them.
[ GRAB ] : impulsively, sender quickly crosses the room to where the receiver is standing, grabs them, and pulls them into a passionate kiss.
[ BRUSH ] : just before kissing them, sender tenderly reaches up and brushes a strand of hair away from receiver's face.
[ CUP ] : gently cupping the receiver's face in their hands, sender guides them into a tender kiss.
[ ARMS ] : sender holds receiver in their arms while they kiss them.
[ THUMB ] : sender gently runs their thumb across receiver's lips before leaning in to kiss them.
[ PULL ] : sender pulls the receiver close against them as they kiss them.
[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall and begins to kiss them.
[ STRADDLE ] : sender straddles receiver while in the process of kissing them.
[ TUG ] : sender hooks their fingers in receiver's belt loops, and tugs them in for a kiss.
[ GAZE ] : right before the kissing begins, sender gazes at receiver's lips, then back up at their eyes, waiting for them to make a move or give confirmation.
[ NECK ] : sender brings a hand up and rests it on the back of the receiver's neck, pulling them in for a kiss.
[ LAUGH ] : sender can't help laughing in the middle of the kiss.
[ POP ] : a la "the princess diaries", sender is so absorbed in the kiss, that their foot involuntarily lifts off the ground.
[ BREATHE ] : sender has to force themselves to stop kissing the receiver to take a break to breathe.
[ LIPSTICK ] : after the kiss ends, sender pulls away to reveal that the sender/receiver/both have lipstick marks on their face afterwards.
the way i love chevy . so much.
restedache.
@wasworthy asked for this.
‘ I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M DOING WRONG! ‘ being placed in the basement, one might think the hufflepuff common room was dark & moody during the night time. quite the contrary: the warm glow of the fireplace mixed with the sweet smell coming from the kitchen down the hall gave an enteral homey feel to their communal space. wayne tended to do most of his magic practice in the middle of the night where prying eyes were closed and no one could judge him. see now: him, flopped down onto the ground, staring at a book as if the pure glare could command it to move. what was he doing WRONG? all he’s done for the past six weeks is try to move a fucking book? what the fuck is wrong with him? he’s never going to be as good as potter.
CREEEEEEAK. the tell-tale sign from the floorboards that someone was sneaking around. the young wizard’s head snapped to look , immediately clocking the dark-skinned classmate. holy fuck, it’s cedric. his heart slammed against his chest , scrambling to get him from the floor. ‘ oh , CEDRIC ! ‘ ( fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. did he hear me? does he know i suck? how much did he hear? why is he up so late? is he okay? how does he manage to look this fucking good at four a.m.? ) ‘ uh- I WAS JUST! ya know , gettin’ some last minute studying done. it took a while, just so much STUFF! haha, you know? anyways uh , what are you … doing … awake? ‘
NOT TO SUGGEST HE WAS A PARTICULARLY LIGHT SLEEPER, but some days find it easier to drift to sleep — and stay there — than others. SOME NIGHTS are less simple. into the common room instead — the fire’s glow and the vibrant vegetation a perfect comfort when a restless night overtakes him. at this hour, often alone … at least, cedric expects such. NOT SO TONIGHT … sure enough, cedric hears wayne far before he sees him — a cry of frustration and desperation … it’s not the first time he’s heard it, and he knows it’s far from the last. FAILURE WAS A STAPLE OF BEING A PUFF : and wayne had mastered that skill far quicker than anyone else. ( he was impressed! more than that : he was proud. )
cedric’s entry should’ve been quiet, and uneventful, yet somehow his friend still knew how to make a production out of it. HE CAN’T HELP BUT GRIN. shoulders are rolled in a shrug, and he waves a hand as if to dismiss the concern. ‘ couldn’t fall back asleep — and it seems you can’t either. ’ perhaps he can be of assistance. a swift cross to the book ; one needn’t be a genius to tell what wayne was trying to do, but he plays along anyway, smile softening as he plucks it from the floor. ‘ aaaaaaaand what are we reading up on tonight? maybe i can help you study? ’
