Hello! My name is AL and I use they/them pronouns. Sometime my depression pulls me into a place and I’ll be off and on sporadically, please be patient with me and I will treat you the same. I also want to put this as a disclaimer given I have been writing darker themes lately, there will be DARK THEMES on this page. I will tag them as the triggers I see fit, but if this is something you do not feel comfortable with - I would advise not following. Muses below the cut.
Disclaimer: I am currently without a computer as my charger tried to kill me - so posts will not be cut on my end until further notice. I’m sorry.
Hello all. I want to apologize for everyone I have been writing with and the fact that they have been waiting for me to respond. I have everything drafted but as I stare at my drafts and realize how much I’ve lost my muse to write. So, this is that post. I have decided that I am going to take a break, a real one - and I don’t know when I’ll be back. I can be found on discord so if anyone is interested in keeping contact let me know. I again want to apologize because I know people have been replying to me because my plan was to come back after my hiatus but my heart is just not in it anymore. As they say, this isn’t a goodbye - it’s a see you later and I hope if and when I come back - you all still want to write with me.
P.S.
Happy Mothers Day to any mother out there - be it a human child or a pet ( that is also your child xD )
The cane only had Reagan backing away from the man in fear, but then - while she wasn’t exactly known for her intelligence - she was putting the very obvious pieces together. Cane. Sitting in the dark. Glasses. Dude was blind, which he confirmed seconds after she figured it out. It didn’t mean he couldn’t attempt to hit her, so she still kept the space between them as she breathlessly replied, “Fair point. I’m sorry, I really am. You just - you scared the shit out of me, and I think the feeling is mutual, and yeah... Sorry...” After that she was pleading with him not to call the police, insisting that she would leave, and that she wasn’t trying to cause any trouble, when he simply put the cane down on his desk. Then he told her he wasn’t going to call the cops, but called her out for teleporting into what she assumed was an empty building. It wasn’t like she could deny it - blind or not, he would’ve heard her on the stairs or opening the door. But it was his last statement that made a huff of air escape her lips: Which is impressive, but I have questions. “...That’s it? I broke into your office, where you are...” She looked around, finally saw a business card, and felt her stomach drop, “...a lawyer, and you just have questions about my impressive teleportation abilities? No. No way. I’ll take my chances with the Purifiers...”
Matt heard the shift of the woman’s stance and his brows furrowed. It was ironic to say the least; she had broken into his office, but she was more scared than he was. A quiet laugh fell past his lips at her response. “Yeah, you caught me off guard. Though I live in New York - so it’s safe to say I’ve been scared by worse.” He shrugged his shoulders at her response. “Like I said…New York has dealt with worse,” he pointed out as he leaned back against his desk. His head tilted to the side at her reaction. He knew most normal people would probably freak out and scream at the person who had entered their premises; though he wasn’t most people and if she was being followed, well he wasn’t about to give away her location without assessing the situation himself. “Purifiers?” he asked, a confused expression upon his face. “Going to assume by the sound of your voice that you aren’t referring to the ones that clean the air.” He shrugged his shoulders. He wasn’t going to force her to stay, but if she was in danger - he would help her if she allowed him to.
“Alright,” he murmured, eyes flicking up to Louis once before dropping to the guitar. “No heckling mid-performance.”The first notes came soft. Clean. Not flashy—just steady, warm chords that filled the room in a way that made everything else feel quieter. Patrick didn’t look up right away. He let himself settle into it, into the rhythm, into something that felt a little too honest for someone who claimed not to do that often.
Then, after a moment, he started to sing—low, unpolished in a way that made it real.Not loud. Not performative. Just enough for Louis.His voice carried something rough around the edges, but there was feeling in it—something restrained, like he wasn’t used to letting it out fully but couldn’t stop it now that it had started.Every now and then, his eyes lifted—checking Louis’ reaction, holding it for a second longer each time before dropping back to the strings.It wasn’t perfect.But it was him.
And when he finally let the last chord fade into the quiet of the room, Patrick looked up fully this time, a small, almost shy smile tugging at his lips.
“I’ll try my best,” Louis teased as he leaned back slightly on the bed, hands pressed firmly on top of the mattress to keep himself propped up as he watched Patrick play the guitar. He smiled as he watched the man play the instrument, a foot tapping against the floor beneath him as the rhythm picked up. Louis’ brows raised up in a bit of surprise as he heard Patrick sing. The corners of his lips turned up into a small smile at the sound as he listened to him perform.
When Patrick was finished playing, Louis sat up and brought his hands together to clap at his performance. “I was only expecting you to play. The singing was a nice touch-…” he said, pushing himself up off the bed to make his way towards the other. “You haven’t sung in a while-…” he noted. Louis was familiar enough with music to pick up on little intricacies like that. Not that it was a bad thing, and he quite liked the rough sound of Patrick’s voice. He reached out to take the guitar from the man’s hands and placed it aside. “Though the raspy voice suits you,” he added with a smirk of his own.
for muses who need to share some intimate thoughts with one another. can be platonic, romantic, familial ... works with any kind of dynamic really. feel free to change pronouns, descriptor words, whatever you may need!
❝ you know i love and care about you, right? ❞
❝ ... i guess i'm just scared of losing you. ❞
❝ i don't like most people, but you're an exception. ❞
❝ you're not alone. you'll never be alone. not as long as i'm here. ❞
❝ by your side is where i'm meant to be. ❞
❝ not one person is more important to me than you. ❞
❝ i don't know what it is about you, but, you just ... you're the only one who can make me feel like this. ❞
❝ you're amazing, you know that? ❞
❝ who has the greatest (friend/brother/sister/sibling/parent/etc) in the world? me, that's who! ❞
❝ i'm only managing to stand here on my two feet because of you. i made it because of you. ❞
❝ i don't know how i'm ever going to be able to repay you. ❞
❝ i know for a fact that you're special. i can feel it. ❞
❝ you've actually made me feel like a person again, like i'm ... normal. ... thank you. ❞
❝ i used to think that everyone else was just evil and cynical, guided by their own self-interest. that is, until i met you. ❞
❝ you truly are too good for this world. ❞
❝ i'm always blown away by just how talented you are. ❞
❝ you deserve so much more than what you were given. ❞
❝ nobody i've ever met has been more gifted than you. ❞
❝ if you ever need a place to stay, let me know, okay? ❞
❝ you always feel really comfortable and safe to be around. ❞
❝ i think i have a new purpose in my life. to be with you. ❞
❝ you have a kind heart. i know you don't believe me, and you try to hide it behind a facade, but i know for a fact that you do, deep down. ❞
❝ i think you're probably the only one who understands me. ❞
❝ you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again. ❞
❝ i don't deserve someone as amazing as you. ❞
❝ i was kind to you because you looked like you needed a friend. ❞
❝ i'm never leaving you. you're stuck with me. ❞
