#★.*｡ musing.

[wriothesleysgf]

thinking about megumi fushiguro who refuses to let go of your hand whilst he fucks you. it doesn't matter what position that the two of you are in, be it you on top as you ride him or him towering over you as your legs rest on his shoulders; his own hand will always seek out your own.

because despite his brooding demeanor, he's a softie at heart. it just takes a pretty thing like you to coax that side out of him. he never wants to let you go of you, nor to give you the room to escape his grasp. the way that your own hand gripped his own acted as a reminder of all things pure.

he interlocks your fingers, occasionally brushing his thumb over the back of your hand for reassurance — he'll do it even more if the sex is rough and energetic. megumi adores it when you squeeze his hand back in response. in his eyes, it's a way of wordlessly saying that you love him and it helps ground him, especially when you're both mutually overstimulated.

[y-ves]

#⃝𝟶1 ( TOKYO DRIFT X SEONGHWA ) 町中すべってのりこむ ?

[liilithmin]

— Smeraldo garden marching band 𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𖤣𖥧

stream muse! and sgmb!

[peachyspaceslvt]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Tangerine

— BULLET TRAIN (2022) dir. David Leitch

[dracocorpse]

◌ ׄ ׅ 🌈🤿 🍥 𔓕 ׄ . ۪ さあ行こう！🌈(ゝ。∂)★!

[river-o-lethe]

Ben Hargreeves + Being a Nag/Worry ft. Klaus (pt. 1)

“The Umbrella Academy: Young Blood” by Alyssa Sheinmel

[00sgoth]

↷ ☆ ✉️ [ incoming message: ] open starter.

the perks of a video store job ( when he wasn't fired , anyway ) would always be the inability to stay too bored [ ... ] with limitless films to rot your brain with for the next six hours at your fingertips. and thank god —— it was late enough for him to hopefully not worry about the snot nosed brats clinging to their mother's leg and crying over his preferred macabre selection. it was way past their bedtime.

with his back pressed into the counter and eyes fixated on the displayed television spewing blood and violence —— not even the sound of a customer entering the doors out of his peripheral would turn him away. instead , black painted nails would reach out to turn down the cranked volume by a few notches before they had time to complain [ ... ] and he finally called over his shoulder without looking away from the ongoing terror. ❛❛ we close in ten minutes. ❜❜

[downs1de]

CHARACTER STUDY: DEAN WINCHESTER

Appearance

Is your muse tall/short/average?: Average, on the taller side (5'11")

Are they okay with their height?: He's okay with it. It's not like he can change it, and he hasn't heard any complaints about it.

What's their hair like?: Dean's hair is naturally dirt blond. He often sports a shaggy, messy look and doesn't style it, mostly letting it do its own thing. Regarding length, now it's medium, but he used to keep it longer.

Do they spend a lot of time on their hair/grooming?: No, only the basics, and as long as he doesn't look too messy, he's good to go.

Does your muse care about their appearance/what others think?: He used to, much more when he was younger. Over time, he realized that wasn't important because looks can be deceiving. He'll clean up if he has to, but he doesn't put much effort into how he looks on downtime.

Preferences

Indoors or outdoors?: Outdoors

Rain or sunshine?: Sunshine

Forest or beach?: Forest

Precious metals or gems?: Precious metals

Flowers or perfumes?: Flowers

Personality or appearance?: Personality

Being alone or being in a crowd?: Being alone

Order or anarchy?: Both

Painful truths or white lies?: Painful truths

Science or magic?: Science, by a slight margin

Peace or conflict?: Peace

Night or day?: Night

Dusk or dawn?: Dawn

Warmth or cold?: Warmth

Many acquaintances or a few close friends?: Few close friends

Reading or playing a game?: Playing a game, hands down

Questionnaire

What are some of your muse's bad habits?: Drinking a lot more than he should, hooking up with a lot of strangers, relying on sarcasm and witty remarks when he gets uncomfortable, and being overall pretty reckless with a tendency to charge headfirst into dangerous situations without thinking things through thoroughly.

Has your muse lost anyone close to them?: Plenty of people, starting with his mom at an early age, then his dad, followed by his girlfriend, and then his mentor.

What are some fond memories your muse has?: He has a lot of fond memories, despite all the bad he's been through, but his favorites are the simple, everyday ones, like hanging out with his brother, talking and laughing into the night. Or spending time alone driving his car, with the windows down and the radio up, feeling the wind and the road.

Is it easy for your muse to kill?: Yes. He wouldn't say it's easy, but it's part of the job, and he's done it enough that it doesn't bother him as much as it should.

What's it like when your muse breaks down?: When Dean breaks down, everything catches up to him: all the stress, pain, guilt—everything he's been bottling up comes spilling out at once. He gets angry and defensive and pushes people away, shutting himself off from everyone and isolating himself, drinking like there's no tomorrow, trying to find a way to drown it all out.

Is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life?: It doesn't come easy for him, but when he does find someone he can trust, he'll trust them with his life in a heartbeat. The list of people he trusts is short, including his brother Sam and the angel Castiel.

What's your muse like when they're in love?: Dean's quite intense when he's in love. He wears his heart on his sleeve, gets protective, and does anything for the person he loves. He puts himself in danger without a second thought as long as they're safe. However, he's terrified of falling in love because the only time he's done it, he's lost them, so he often holds back.

Tagged by: @amirneir (ty <3)

Tagging: @theweredrifter @amanandgoodatit @chingonaclaws @turnandface (Kieran) @ellevenie and you, reading this!

[liilithmin]

ᬊཻུ۪۪𖣠͢✿𑜞 ꦽιྀ   ྀᖭ༏ᖫི ! ๎ — Fairy Blue 君のために 星を砕き !

[peachyspaceslvt]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Tangerine

— BULLET TRAIN (2022) dir. David Leitch

[accultant]

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

Right, I'm so much worse, is their first thought, that is so insufferably dramatic, it makes even Iago roll their eyes. True as it may be, with all the secrets they hold desperately to their chest, the intimate knowledge they have of all they've done, of all they haven't done, of all their unending cowardice and fear. It still sounds needlessly edgy, though, and they'd be caught dead before they utter something so pathetic embarrassing.

"People have been talking about me? I'm flattered," they respond dryly.

That part isn't a surprise in the slightest. Brief moments where they forget themselves, let their walls down, remember to enjoy their company and the world around them, are always caught up with and dashed by their usual anxiety and paranoia. They hardly talk, and when they do, they have the tendency to forget how to hold a 'normal' conversation without a handful of well-crafted layers and guard. They've got a wretched attitude when they aren't playing those around them like a fiddle and donning a persona. Their secrets do little to make them seem welcoming when people try to bond with them. It's worse once the truths start coming out and their companions have started to learn, bit by bit, just how much Iago had been lying about. Whatever progress they had made with becoming slow, unlikely friends, was set back wildly when that bloodline of theirs came to light and questions became accusations of secret-keeping ( which are all perfectly justified, unfortunately ). All that to say, no, Iago is not surprised that people would talk about how bad they are.

Connor disagreeing with such is the surprising part.

But then, maybe he's just being sarcastic. Catty. And Iago is overthinking things again - another reason why they aren't exactly the most favorable conversation partner.

Iago spares them a glance, voice still monotone and unamused, "What makes you say that? Have I finally won you over?"

[river-o-lethe]

“Foreclosure” - Robert Sheehan (You Look Like Death by Gerard Way & Gabriel Bá)

[incandescentia]

anyways, i want to try awaken my muses by doing something more lighthearted and short so... like this post for a thing? (may be a random starter or an ask in your inbox) feel free to specify any muse you'd like to see interacting with yours (if you're a multi pls specify recipient) or else i'll give the full powers to my predominant ones (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

[00sgoth]

↷ ☆ ✉️ [ incoming message: ] open starter.

the perks of a video store job ( when he wasn't fired , anyway ) would always be the inability to stay too bored [ ... ] with limitless films to rot your brain with for the next six hours at your fingertips. and thank god —— it was late enough for him to hopefully not worry about the snot nosed brats clinging to their mother's leg and crying over his preferred macabre selection. it was way past their bedtime.

with his back pressed into the counter and eyes fixated on the displayed television spewing blood and violence —— not even the sound of a customer entering the doors out of his peripheral would turn him away. instead , black painted nails would reach out to turn down the cranked volume by a few notches before they had time to complain [ ... ] and he finally called over his shoulder without looking away from the ongoing terror. ❛❛ we close in ten minutes. ❜❜

[grcdge]

 he's  been  stuffing  his  hands  into  his  pockets  for  the  past  three  minutes  while  the  other  was  talking  ,  or  so  he  thought  they  were  talking  until  he  realized  the  silence  .  “  keep  going  ,  i  promise  i  am  listening  to  you  i  just  need  to  find  my  vap-  ”  and  just  as  he  finally  looks  up  ,  the  miami  mint  elf  bar  is  slightly  peaking  under  the  stack  of  scripts  he  laid  down  .  “  nevermind  .  which  line  are  we  at  ?  ”  he  brings  the  script  closer  to  him  together  with  his  vape  as  the  male  goes  through  the  pages  ,  trying  to  find  the  last  words  he  practiced  .

[wriothesleysgf]

cw p*ssy inspections, perv alhaitham, afab reader, petname 'bunny'

thinking about alhaitham who's secretly a massive pervert. every time that he's away on a business trip for the akademiya, he informs you that you're not to touch yourself no matter what. if you did, he would know and there would be consequences.

the very moment that he got home, as soon as he stepped over the threshold, your clothes were gone. alhaitham wanted you spread on all fours, with your ass up and wearing something pretty. he pulled your panties away before beginning to inspect your cunt, asking whether or not your been a good girl in his absence. of course, you lied through your teeth, nodding and promising that you'd been on your best behaviour.

however, you were dumb to think that he wouldn't notice how your cunt was practically leaking at this point. you couldn't help yourself, you didn't know when alhaitham would be home and you convinced yourself that he would never know if you came just once ! but then that turned into two. . . three. . . orgasms as you grew distracted.

"bunny? what's this. . ." the questions were always rhetorical when he interrogated you. alhaitham then leaned over so that his face was level with your bare cunt. he spread your folds with his index finger and thumb, revealing your puffy clit. in that moment he knew that you'd disobeyed his orders, and very recently at that.

deciding to toy with you, he blew a breath of hot air against the sensitive nub, watching as you tried to maintain composure despite the very clear overstimulation. your boyfriend only took it further so as to test the true strength of your facade. he spat on his fingers before easing two of them into your hole, digits instinctively curling in pursuit of your sweet spot.

fortunately for him, you were positioned just across from your vanity, which allowed for him to see the cracks in your expression begin to form. your lip quivered, tears welling in your eyes. a few more pumps of his wrist and you were mumbling how it was too much, to which he only bent down to whisper in your ear.

"you broke the rules, bunny. since your whore pussy is dripping onto the sheets already, maybe i'll opt for a kinder punishment."