#〚 ☼ ─ musing . 〛

[sarastuss]

when i am asked why ffxi.v is my favorite piece of media/game, i just show them the soundtracks &. the endless list of wonderful quotes

[lastofthirteen]

//i feel like i gotta show people how tall zeta is. hes fucking terrifying-- i showed him to a few moots and compared their heights so ill put it here

here's with the interps of @/prevailinghatred, @/silenceofthewave, @/cybertr0nian's Kup, @/autobotmedic's Ratchet, and my Skybound Optimus!

here is ALSO him with @/polyhexianchicken's Whirl and @/wcrkerbee's Bumblebee!!

he's. fucking huge... IM VERY SORRY

[astravates]

@sanguistar asked: ❛[ 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 ] my muse wraps your muse up in a blanket >:c no. instead of that, astarion wraps his arms behind gale in an embrace!❜ // non-sexual acts of intimacy;; open

His library was a fortress of pages and leather, towering shelves that stretch beyond mere ambition. A wizard’s domain, where hours slip through the fingers like sand—just the way he preferred it. Gale sat ensconced in an alcove, pages splayed across a wide table, runes and glyphs glowing faintly. His fingers drummed lightly, a rhythm that quickened only when he turned to another book, another scroll. Notes scrawled in a hurried hand litter the desk.

Time ceased its relentless march in here.

Where the world outside faded until it hummed gently at the periphery of his awareness, overridden by arcane incantations whispered like lullabies. It is not until he felt the soft brush of fabric against his neck and arms wrapping languidly from behind that he finally stirred.

"Ah! Suppose I've lost track of time!" Gale chuckled, setting down his quill. "Far be it from me to keep a man ignored for too long."

[venuscheered]

marilyn x belch for realllll but also … marilyn has two hands let her hold another’s 😳

[prinzessonne]

we're getting somewhere, lads

[thanergie]

hello everyone welcome to the hyperfixation zone

[sarastuss-a]

i think you should all let sarastus protect your muse fiercely <3 like especially if your muse is usually viewed as someone who takes the charge, always has heavy weight on their shoulders, LET YOUR GIRLIE HELP -

[mskwtz]

e.li and d.em were in a tight race for valedictorian, which ultimately I think d.em won the honor of, making e.li salutatorian. it feels very peak for the overall theme of who they are as people and them being skilled in academics and being computer geniuses and hard working students.

[cursedvessels]

open to anyone !! relationship: pretty much anything verse: young!shimi -> takes place before the circus, Shimi is only just over 200 plot: little Shimi is struggling with these newfound emotions he has in his mortal body--could be anything from a crush/love to pain/sadness/depression/etc or even anger or fear...pretty much anything goes; it's presumed your muse knows he's a jinn

"This is new to me! I've never felt like this before!"

E'd never felt anything before, really. Jinn weren't supposed to be so easily swayed by the human consciousness. His own tribe valued the dignity of a blank slate--clear of emotions weighing one down. Yet e had always struggled with such a standard, even as a young pup and even more now that e'd come of age.

"Can't you see that?! Please! Spare me your judgment!" He's raising his voice, which catches in his throat as more tears drip down his cheeks. "I do not understand how humans can-- How you just--" Frustration as the young jinn roughly wipes tears from eir face.

"It isn't fair, I didn't ask for any of this!! Why is this happening to me?"

[sarastuss]

the struggle of doing a group-project with a group that doesn't even respond 😩

[lastofthirteen]

Once you're stripped clean, what is at your Core?

acerbic wit.

you're a mentor — an old scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.

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TAGGING: @emeritus-vitriolum, @wcrkerbee, @dragvnsovl for Rodimus, @gladiatorspxrked, @silenceofthewave, @alacritysparked, @indomitablespirits, @stileto for Emma Moon and/or Bayonetta, and YOU!!

TAGGED BY: @cybertr0nian

[astravates]

starter for @featherstcnes || caleb & beau

No matter how much he tries to feel at ease, Caleb will never shake the feeling of being out of place in this comfortable home on the streets of Rexxentrum. His cottage is a quaint and charming place, evoking memories both fond and painful of his childhood home. His friends have put in a great deal of effort to create a warm and inviting atmosphere within its walls. Colorful artwork from Jester adorns the walls, vibrant and playful. Yasha's thoughtful touch can be seen in the fresh array of flowers. The aroma of Caduceus' teas tucked away in his cabinet. Little notes from Essek, scattered about his office.

And upon his counter, a sending stone. Though it currently serves no purpose, with its other half resting idly in the possession of someone currently lounging in his kitchen. Caleb's culinary skills leave much to be desired, a fact he has quickly learned since moving out on his own. The proof of this in the lackluster stew he passes across the table to Beauregard, catching the way she looks at it. He has never claimed to be a good cook—a young Bren never learned how, and Caleb never needed to learn.

“We should discuss what we are going to do now, Beauregard.” Months have passed since Ikithon's trial, and both he and Beauregard are aware this would never end with Trent alone.

[venuscheered]

marilyn sat in class , her eyes lingering on the chalkboard up front . henry bowers ; her partner evidently . the cheerleader sighs as she rests her head into her hand . it was safe to assume she'd be doing most if not all , the work .

she stands up , flattening her skirt and took her seat next to bowers . what was she supposed to say , hello ? hazel eyes linger on him for a moment before looking ahead .

' looks like we're partners . '

@eddietrashmouth

[mecwmellc]

at the moment you want...

to be safe

no matter where you are, you can still feel the foundations of this building slowly crumbling apart. it's unstable, you feel unsafe. it'd feel better if you were somewhere soft, somewhere closed off, and safe, but you're stuck somewhere with falling debris, some sharp and small, some blunt and large. there's gaps in places, and it feels like everything is looking in. you can't stand to look out. you want to look away, for someone to help maybe, and take you away. or maybe, for something to go away, and for you to be able to go back to feeling secure. maybe you've never felt secure, and lately, it's tiring. you want the house to fall apart faster, or stop entirely, so you can make it to safety. there's a way to save yourself.

tagged by: @hstoryhuh

tagging: @taughtdefense @taughtpain @offenseonly @defenseonly @mskwtz @divinityunraveled (jaybird) @selfruin and you!

[thanergie]

was thinking earlier about how when theyre doing code names during the nonary game clover just straight up gives her own name and literally six (possibly seven) of the nine people there all know she's full of shit and cant even say anything about it. god i love her

[sarastuss-a]

screaming &. crying because i love building verses with my mutuals.