#(musings

[somorrow]

If you bring Indra to parties, he will have an internal meltdown. He overthinks everything he and just about everyone else says. He wondered if he was too deadpan when he asked where the bathroom was. If he was too awkward meeting your estranged high-school best friend, who gave him a thorough up-and-down with a scowl on her face. If he wasn’t talking enough — if he was talking too much (which was highly unlikely). He wonders if holding your hand is too much PDA for right now, even though he’s praying either you’ll hold it or announce your departure. Of course, he isn’t so lucky as to leave as early as he wants, but you do manage to get him to wind down enough to where — believe it or not — he starts to enjoy himself despite his anxiety.

When you finally leave, though, the relief on his face and the release of the weight on his chest makes it that much easier to make up for his awkwardness when you get home.

[akumanoken]

Have you ever shipped your NPCs with other people's muses? Or you ever thought they'd make cute pairs? This was a topic some others were talking of.

So far it's only been one, and that's Inaiya with Yua (@petiteamores) I would add Gaia but she was a muse first before she just became an NPC. I've never really thought about that with my npcs at all, but like, Inaiya was stupid loud about it so *shrug*

[hatredcurse]

🤔

[marsprincess889]

THE PRINCESS DIARIES - coming into your power.

Astrological analysis with nakshatras

The princess diaries, 1 and 2, are forever on the list of my favorite movies. Girls all over the world feel for Mia and I'm no exception, I almost always cry during certain scenes and I'm amazed again and again by how relatable and real she is, by how those movies speak to young girls.

I've decided to break down the main themes in the two movies by analyzing nakshatras of the people involved.

A quick recap of what the story is about: Mia is a 15 year old teenager living in San Francisco with her mother. She's clumsy, awkward and has no self esteem. One day, her estranged grandmother comes to visit her from Europe to tell her that she's the only legitimate heir to rule a small country- Genovia.

Director of the movies, Garry Marshall has Ketu in Magha. Magha is about ancestors, bloodlines and it's also associated with royalty (Magha begins the signs of Leo). Ketu in a chart represents a person's primal creative energy. This explains why he was drawn to a story about royalty. One interesting fact to note is that Gary Marshall made two very iconic movies (Pretty Woman and Runaway Bride) starring Julia Roberts who has been a kind of muse to him and who has Magha moon. This is also a pattern with directors and actors, one example I can think of is Kirsten Dunst (Ashlesha moon, Purva Ashadha Ketu) being a muse to Sofia Coppola (Purva Ashadha moon, Ashlesha Ketu).

Anyways, let's get back to The Princess Diaries and analyze the heart of the two movies- the relationship between Mia and her grandmother, queen Clarisse.

Anne Hathaway - Hasta moon, Vishakha sun, Jyeshta rising

Julie Andrews - Vishakha moon, Hasta sun, Uttara Phalguni rising

SPOILER ALERT

Part 1

Hasta- strong females

The second movie's main theme is about female empowerment and independence. When the parliament refuses to let Mia rule without a husband, she has 30 days to arrange a marriage and she's willing to do it, just because she wants to rule so much that's she's ready to make such a sacrifice. At the last second she breaks down at her wedding, unable to be betray herself and finds courage inside her to make the parliament change their minds. She succeds and becomes queen without a husband.

Hasta is all about female empowerment but unlike Bharani, it's in a non-sexual, celibate way. Hasta, as a woman, completely rejects almost all male influence and is capable of being self-reliant, only opening up to rare men who she deems worthy. Hasta is the female that does not need a man and in that way, is a safe and empowering place for women.

There's a scene in the second movie where Mia stops the parade to defend a small girl from boys who were bullying her. She tells her how to be a princess and empowers her, letting her and the other kids join the parade. During the monologue at the end, when Mia is talking to the parliament at her wedding, we see women accross the country intently listening to her on the television, shushing the men . 😆

Part 2

Vishakha - joining opposites

Like Hasta, both Anne Hathaway and Julie Andrews have Vishakha in their luminaries. Vishakha nakshatra is about joining opposites. It begins in the sign of Libra (partnerships, agreements, relationships, compromise) with its last quarter being in Scorpio (death, transformation, occult). Vishakha is ruled by the gods Indra and Agni- the lightning and fire gods. It's about energized ebthuasiasm, cultivating something over time, about using the pent up energy or anger. It's another name is Radha ("the gift", hence the next nakshatra being Anuradha- "after the gift".)

"The gift" is not just good, it can also be unwelcome, like in Mia's case, when she was angered by the revelation that she's a princess. Queen Clarisse and Mia are very different from each other, but neither had a choice but to compromise and agree to a bargain. They learn to appreciate their differences and embrace their similarities, thus, joining opposite forces.

They do have misunderstandings, but that's part of all relationships and eventually they bond deeply as they realize they have the same goal. Vishakha is also connected to anger and the little outbursts they both have definitely show that. One great example is when Mia ruins Lana's (her bully's) outfit and calls her a jerk in front of everyone after always just silently ignoring her remarks.

Joining opposites in this movie is not just about Mia and the Queen, it's also about the two cultures, also about the first movie being a high school drama as well as a fairytale for young girls.

Part 3

Jyeshta - from underdog to the ruler

"Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear."

-Mia's father to her in a letter

To me, Jyeshta is connected to the underdog who succeeds despite all odds. Jyeshta 's power is to "rise, conquer and gain courage in battle". It's the stage of intense competition. Its deity is Indra- lightning god and the king of the gods, like Vishakha. We see other kids bully Mia in the first film but she slowly places herself above it, making her point (by taking her little revenge on Lana) and then not engaging with them anymore, as she realizes her own self- worth.

A major point in the movie is when she decides not to run away despite being scared to speak to the public, showing her true courage.

Besides Indra- the king of the gods, another deity associated with Jyeshta is Dhumavati- the hag goddess who is eternally hungry. Because of this, I think Jyeshta is associated with grandmothers and our relationship to them. I personally have exalted Ketu in Jyeshta and I was practically raised by my father's late mother (unlike my sibling, mind you. I'm the eldest) and I still have a close relationship with my mother's mother. Mia, played by Jyeshta ascendant Anne Hathaway, also has a very special relationship with her grandmother.

So, in the end, the bullied underdog became a princess and eventually- a queen.

Some bonuses:

Uttara Phalguni is associated with gaining wealth and privileges from partnerships. Uttara Phalguni ascendant Julie Andrews playing queen Clarisse, who became a royal by marriage, confirms that.

Heather Mattarazo (Lily) and Anne Hathaway were born only a few days apart, hence their charts being similar and them playing best friends.

So, this is it. If you found this interesting, please, interact with me, like, comment, reblog. Take care 🤍

[frankpooleunofficial]

Acacia Blossom

Carnation Pink

Forget-Me-Not

// Halman be direct challenge 3001 (impossible)

Oooooooo 👀

———

It started with acacia blossoms, vibrant pink flowers that he found hidden around his apartment. His only houseplant (well, the only one he managed to keep alive) was an aloe vera plant — Frank found it extremely pretty and was dedicated to its care. But the flowers…? The aloe had grown a tall stalk, but it hadn’t bloomed. Anyway, the flowers were a totally different colour than they should be!

“What’s this?” He mused, turning over the petals to inspect them. They were in pristine condition… likely only picked in the last day or so.

He hadn’t had anyone over, had he? Surely, he’d remember something like that…

The only people to whom he had granted automatic entry were Indra and Dim, but Indra was visiting the Pacifica Tower, and Dim was out by Uranus, so that left a break in or—

“Oh my god…” a grin was plastered on his face, and Frank shook himself for not thinking of the obvious culprit first. Who else could enter his home undetected? Who else would leave him flowers?

He continued with his day, the blossoms tucked safely in his pocket, but found nothing more.

—

“I don’t get it,” he said. “It’s been a few months since we’ve spoken, and yet three days ago I found these flowers in my room.”

“Are you certain it’s-?” Indra began. Frank cut her off.

“-Who else could it be?

“I guess if nothing was stolen…”

“Not a thing!”

They were meeting for Sunday breakfast in a little cafe halfway down Africa Tower. The view out the window was marvellous, and Frank spent the conversation staring outside, only occasionally glancing over to his friend at the other side of the table.

“Are you going to say anything?” She asked.

Frank took a bite of his food before answering, turning over the options in his head.

“No, I don’t think so.”

It was usually better for him to wait things out, rather than jump to conclusions. An admission would come; he just had to be ready.

—

The next morning, Frank woke to find more flowers. This time, they were pale pink carnations intertwined with little blue forget-me-nots, tied together and standing in a crystal vase on his side table. He drubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked around. Everything else was untouched.

“Sneaky,” he yawned. “How long’s this going to go on for?”

There was no response.

“Alright, have it your way.”

Frank got up, made himself presentable, and headed straight for the botanical gardens.

[inc0rrectmyths]

Me needs some Vishnu x Apollo ft. jealous!Shiva and Indra

THERE YA GO MAN!

They both sing and dance together. If this isn't the most obvious shit idk what is.

DOING EACH OTHER'S MAKE UP! RAAAWWRRRRR! BUYING EACH OTHER'S JEWELRY!!!!

Apollo sends his Muses and Graces to deliver gifts and letters to Vishnu.

Vishnu FUCKING SENDS SHESHA OR GARUDA as messengers KEJSJSJKAS.

Neck kisses <3333 don't ask me to elaborate.

Tucking flowers on each other's hair.

Running their fingers over each other's skin. "Your skin is so soft" ahh romance going on.

Kissing each other's entire face <333 outta nowhere. They just feel like it and go mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah all over.

Calling Artemis at 3am to ask what Apollo's favorite song/flower/dessert is. (Vishnu you goof)

Apollo BULLIED Hestia into learning how to cook kheer for Vishnu :3

JEALOUS SHIVA AND INDRA!!!

Side eye

"We know how to dance and sing as well ya know? "

Indra showing off his Apsaras and Gandharvas to prove that they are better than Apollo's Muses and Graces.

Shiva bringing the prettiest stones and flowers he could find to present them to Vishnu.

Kissing OVER the spots Apollo had kissed.

"Nothing beats the taste of shudh malai waali kheer with kaaju you know Vishie... "

"Greece me shift kyu nhi ho jate? " JDHSKSJS

[valtiels-darkness]

.:Open for RPs:.

Independent Orochimaru RPer, selective.

A bit about me... I have been RPing for over 15 years. I write in 3rd POV. I prefer multiple paragraphs for replies. I can do novellas if the need arises. Types of RPs? I can do Shipping or Gen. My portrayal for Orochimaru in shipping based RPs is a submissive (... Well, a switch but recieves. That make sense? This being loves domming from the bottom.) I am tired of topping and will not top. Crude, I know.

I am more than willing to explore AUs and to diverge from canon.

Minors need not apply. Seriously. This should go without saying. Rape is a hard no for me.

Feel free to send asks! I bite but don't let that deter you!

OC friendly. ANTI unfriendly.

Drop Thread Friendly... just communicate that it is being dropped? That way I am not being all awkward wondering if i should ask or wait or ya know xD

Crossover Friendly!

Looking for people to play (Shipping/Romance based): Itachi, Pein-Nagato, Kakashi, Izuna, Indra, Tobirama, Madara, 3rd Kazekage, and Kakuzu.

Gen/non-romance: Sakura, Konan, Hinata, Sai, Gai (a friendship between these two would be hilarious), Tsunade

Really just ask what characters and we can go from there. My Orochimaru is gay (Homosexual) and Demiromantic, however.

Right now, my main muse is Orochimaru and as such, I am looking for Naruto Fandom RPs.

Inquire via messages for my Discord add, as that would be easiest for me.

Headcanons +NSFWs <----Click.

I forever have brainrot for the Silent Hill (1-4) games. Some of it's influence will be felt/seen in my posts.

[lizalfosrise]

Another day another funky Arknights collab, this time right now it’s Muse Dash! Steam showed me it just before a non-Arknights friend showed me it but it’s been a while since I last played and collabs here are all quality stuff. That talent is based more on her S2 with the Stun status icon hovering over her after Fever Modes.

8 tracks (Renegade; Boiling Blood; Operation Blade; Radiant; Dossoles Holiday; Autumn Moods; ManiFesto; Speed of Light) plus this Lungmen-themed stage with nods to the L.G.D. Trio up there, pretty nice selection. Amiya is also super adorable here just having a better time than on Terra, playing her violin and sometimes borrowing a bass. Guard mode is also snuck in during the fight animations which is cool to see. It’s been super fun to get back into MD like this at any rate. Though ManiFesto feels the most different since it’s extra-shortened by cutting the Indra verse to fit stage length presumably.

Aww that’s neat, the character level up reward (as I have been reminded the trinkets are) is…her, rings. Hmmmm. Why do we have them Doctor? Is this like, Kal’tsit cannot tell either of us off here? >_>

[firstbornsecondchosen]

For the sinday asks: 1, 5, 10. (Is that asking too much? Just one would be fine, if you don't feel like answering all of them. Your audience is here, just a bit shy. Sorry about that!).

1. What is your muse’s sexuality?

I settled on making Indra demisexual. He wouldn't want someone sexually without forming a deep bond with them. However, panromantic, so he is capable of falling for someone regardless of their gender.

Is your muse a top, bottom, or a switch? Why?

Indra craves control. He's a switch, but when he is a bottom, he is a power bottom. He does not easily hand over control, and it takes a lot of trust for him to do such a thing. So, most of the time, he's a top.

What kind of things are they into?

He would find shibari fascinating, and would definitely teach himself how to do it. He loves marking partners in very visible places, making sure others know who his partner belongs to. Hair pulling is a definite for him. He's got other kinks, but those are his big three.

[raccoonhearteyes]

Part I  | Part II  | Part III | Part IV  | Part V | Part VI

September 25th, 2018

In August, Clarke painted the best piece she’s ever done.  She remembers painting it, but doesn’t remember the model, and it’s driving her insane. Everytime she looks at it she is filled with pride, but her stomach also swoops and she can’t figure out why. It has been over a month, and she’s still not sure what she’s missing. How can she not remember the muse for her best piece? 

After a month of stewing on the piece, torn between keeping it forever and bringing it to the FBI to track down the girl, she settles for something in between. She wraps it safely with five layers of palette wrap and brings it to the gallery where she works. 

After sending a picture to her boss, Indra, she agreed there may be a spot in the gallery for Clarke to hang it and make a sale. 

Interest started off slow, and Clarke worried that it wasn’t as good as she thought it was. But then Indra suggested they offer an exclusive one month auction for it. A list was placed next to the piece along with a starting bid that alone would cover Clarke’s expenses for a month. She was ecstatic. But as the month crept by, Clarke has painstakingly watched the buyer interest list grow. 

It sold on September 20th. For $10,000 dollars. That pays nearly six months of Clarke's rent. One painting. Six months rent. This painting is single handedly taking care of her for the foreseeable future. And she doesn’t even know who this painting is. No matter how desperately her mind tries to search for a face, a name, the session, she draws a blank. But it is so much money that the troubling nature of a forgotten model is overshadowed.

She briefly considers getting it all in singles and buying a kiddie pool so she can swim around in it, but instead decides to commemorate it differently.  She asks Indra if she could keep the auction list. Of course she can’t keep the piece itself-- that defeats the purpose of selling it-- but she thinks framing the auction list is a close second. There are 37 bids on it. 37 people walked into the gallery, saw her piece on the wall, and thought it was worth buying. 

She flips through the list, seeing how much each bid increased by, who these potential clients could be. She sees the name Lindsey Waldorf written in big swooping cursive as the second bid. And then again as the eighth. The same swooping handwriting LW is written again as the eighteenth and the twenty-fourth bid. Clarke was pretty sure she spoke to almost everyone who came in and looked at that piece. Why can’t she remember that name? Why can’t she put a face to it? She was in the gallery four times to look at it. Surely Clarke couldn’t have missed her every time. Could she? It’s a name she tries to remember. If she bid for the painting four times, she must have liked it enough that maybe she’d buy a different piece of hers. Prove that this isn’t just a fluke of a sale, that this is a career, and she can do it. 

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Clarke’s friends decide they have to celebrate her big sale. They insist on going to a club, getting absolutely wasted, and making Clarke pay for all the drinks. She did just make ten thousand dollars so Clarke is hard pressed to say no to blowing off a little steam. 

It’s almost midnight when she sees her. She’s nursing a drink at the bar, but Clarke keeps catching her eyes. Her eyes. Her eyes. Her eyes. They’re taunting, absolutely mesmerizing in the way that a forest hides a plethora of treasures. They are taunting Clarke, dancing in the light of strobe light, twinkling with laughter watching her dance with Raven and Octavia. 

Even though Clarke is dancing with Raven and Octavia, her eyes stay trained on the stranger at the bar. 

“Clarke!” “Earth to Clarke!” Her friends yell at her. 

“Huh?” Clarke responds dumbly. 

“You have been eye fucking that girl for nearly an hour. Go talk to her.” 

Clarke musters up the courage to go over, buying a round of shots first. Emboldened with a shot for each of them, Clarke slides onto the stool next to the girl and pushes a shot over to her. 

“What are we celebrating?”

“My first big sale of a painting.” 

“You’re an artist?”

“I dabble.” 

“To your artistic success, then,” the girl says, raising her shot to clink with Clarke’s before downing it with a hiss and a shake of her head. 

“Shouldn’t you get back to your friends?” The girl nods over to where Octavia and Raven are now drunkenly grinding on each other on the dancefloor. 

“Who, them? Let’s just say they’re encouraging me to make new friends tonight.”

“Get it, Clarke!” Raven yells from the dance floor, and Clarke buries her face in her hands in embarrassment. 

“Ah,” the girl chuckles into her glass. 

“Could I convince you to spend a song with me?”

She smiles, and Clarke’s heart flutters in her chest. Clarke leads her to the dancefloor and spins to face her. The dance floor is a blur of bodies and sweat. The music thunders the base so loudly, Clarke can feel it in her chest, and she watches the girl’s hips move so fluidly she’s not entirely convinced the music isn’t made by her movements and not the other way around.  

She said her name was Val. It doesn’t seem to fit her in Clarke’s opinion, but she’s too caught up in the sway of hips and the tight T-shirt to really argue. The girl pulls her closer, trying to talk over loud speakers. It’s too deafeningly loud to make anything she says out. Instead, Clarke just focuses on the feeling of a soft hand coming up to her face, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Clarke pulls her in by the loops of her belt, matching the girl’s rhythm. Clarke feels the sensual power of hips as they glide with the beat. The girl is completely driven by the music, and Clarke gives herself over to it too. 

The song switches, and Clarke is dreading letting her go, but instead of ducking out after a dance, the girl pulls Clarke's hand up and around her neck. They catch each other's eyes while Clarke bites her lip and smiles. The girl presses their heads together and it grows intense again. They’re both breathing hard, practically sharing the same breath with how close they’re pressed together, but Clarke doesn't want to be anywhere other than in this intoxicating stranger’s arms. This stranger who feels like she knows everything about Clarke's body while moving together. Clarke has a vague inkling that her friends might be waiting for her to come back. Fuck it. She’s content right here, right now, focused on this girl. 

It gets a little intense, Clarke can feel the moment building but wants to stretch it out. Wants to stretch this anticipation even longer. That’s always been the best part of a first kiss.  So when Val dips her chin to kiss her, she spins. Presses her back against Val’s chest, feels her groan as her ass settles against her hips. It all feels new and exciting but strangely comforting. Familiar. Hands on hips guide her, trace her thighs and belly, move to grab her own hands and link their fiingers together as they sway. It feels... intimate. More than it should. But Clarke welcomes it. Then Val noses her hair aside, maybe drops a kiss to her neck and nuzzles closer. Then whispers in her ear, "Do you want to get out of here?" 

“God, yes.” Clarke’s almost ashamed at how needy her voice comes out, how quickly she signals to her friends that she’s leaving. But she looks into forest green eyes that are so dark they’re almost black and realizes, maybe she’s not the only one as affected by their connection. 

“I only live a few blocks away,” Clarke admits, making it very clear where she wants this night to go. 

The walk back to Clarke’s apartment is full of heated looks. They don’t stop touching the entire way, whether it’s entwined fingers, an arm slung around shoulders, or tucked into a back pocket. By the time Clarke opens her front door, she’s aching with need. She barely has time to enter the apartment before she finds herself pressed against her own front door. One of them lets out a low groan. Clarke’s not entirely sure it wasn’t her, but things escalate from there. Her jacket is tossed to the floor along with Val’s t-shirt. 

Clarke feels a tongue glide against her bottom lip and opens to meet it against full pouty lips, when she’s suddenly kissing at air. 

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have ambushed you like that.”

“I was very into it. No need to apologize,” Clarke responds, suddenly cold without her jacket and the weight and warmth of another person against her. 

“I just…We’re both pretty drunk. I want to make sure you want this.” She looks nervous, and Clarke steps forward to reassure, “I am more shots than I can count in, but I can assure you, this is exactly what I want.” 

Clarke cups a strong jawline and leans back in to kiss. It’s chaste and sweet, “But if it makes you feel better, we can have some water, sober up a little bit, and then return to this.”

She nods, and Clarke brings her into her tiny kitchen to get them each a glass of water. 

“So, you mentioned you made a big sale?”

“My first official painting sale,” Clarke responds in triumph. 

“What was it of?” 

“Want to see a picture?” Clarke pulls out her phone to get a photo of it. Clarke watches the girl’s eyes roam over the screen, asking if she can hold the phone to zoom in on different areas. She looks enthralled and Clarke’s chest puffs with pride. She smiles at the small birthmark painted on the right hip, and Clarke’s starts to talk about how she likes to add small details like that to make it more personal. While the piece doesn’t give away who the model is by face, the imperfect splotch is a fingerprint in and of itself. 

Val takes a deep breath before returning Clarke’s phone, “It’s beautiful. Was it hard to let go of the painting?” 

“I know that’s the whole point-- selling your art to avoid the whole starving artist thing, but still. It’s hard. Letting go of the painting. I miss it every day.”

“She must have been someone special.” 

“It’s interesting, actually. Every portrait I’ve done, my best work, is always someone real. Friends. Family. A stranger who sat for me. I remember all of them. But I cannot for the life of me remember who she was.”

“Maybe you dreamed of her.” 

“Maybe. I’ve never been one who remembers my dreams though. You remind me of the painting, actually.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I think so. You just have the same energy as that painting. I’d look at it and I'd get this warm, soft feeling. I don’t remember who she was, but I remember that feeling. Maybe I should have included her face…”

A deep blush rises on sharp cheekbones, and Clarke smiles then continues, “She was also naked and insanely hot, as evidenced by this,” she says gesturing to the erotic pose of the model, “and if I’ve proven my sobriety to you at this point, I’d really like to get to the point where you remind me of the painting for that reason too.” 

There were no more words. No need for such things. Not when Clarke was pulled so easily into this girl's orbit. Not when she had a long neck on display and she could be distracted by the way this girl moaned and writhed when it was kissed. Not when she slid shorts down to find a familiar shape on her right hip. Not when she had a pretty girl between her own legs drawing patterns with her tongue. Not when she felt the bed dip late at night and a quiet re-collection of clothing. That was how Clarke ignored the gnawing feeling of forgetting her muse, and that was a better way to spend her time.

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Clarke wakes up in tangled sheets and a pounding headache. Her muscles are sore in strange places and she swears if that bird doesn’t shut up, she’s going to shoot it. Nothing should be that chipper in the morning. 

Clarke manages to squint open a single eye and grope the top of the bedside table for her phone. She has 63 unread messages from Octavia and Raven. 

    Raven: Did you get some? 

    Octavia: You told us you were leaving with, and I quote “a goddess”

    Raven: Was she a good lay? 

    Raven: Was she hot?

    Raven: Was she everything you wanted? 

    Raven: Did you fuck her in the bathroom?

    Raven: I am soooooooo drunk. I don’t even remember what she looked like. 

    Raven: Send nudes. 

    Raven: Of her. We’ve both seen your stuff. 

    Octavia: Ray, they’re probably still busy 😏

What are they talking about? Clarke’s pretty sure she would remember going home with a goddess. Although… her sheets are pretty twisted… she is naked… and there’s a glass of water and some ibuprofen on her nightstand that she certainly didn’t have the wherewithal to set out last night. Did she go home with someone? 

She types out a response.

Clarke: I honestly don’t remember anything about last night. 

Someone looking for a quick fuck, who sneaks out before the other person wakes up doesn’t leave water and ibuprofen out for them. Confused, Clarke shrugs on a shirt from the floor and surveys the apartment. No one in her bathroom. No forgotten clothing. She checks a mirror. No hickeys. Then why does she have a delicious soreness in her thighs? Why is her left forearm a bit achey? There are two water glasses sitting on her kitchen counter. What happened last night?

[psychic-glitch]

IMPORTANT POST

I am so sorry, i did not know people could not access my stuff on mobile, this post is here to fix that. Below you will find the links to my muses.

check the second half for more for the About mun, rules, and information on Mors

Tadeo

Corentin

Fulgora

Geeta

Lupin the third

Allen the Faller

Deveraux

Antasma

King boo

Zane Julian

The punks of Kalos!

About mun

Alias: ghostie

I am 18+

a demiboy, He/they pronouns please.

EST

my fandoms on here are Mostly Pokemon. but I do like other fandoms, I just prefer to indulge in those by myself

I muse as my ocs mostly, might do some canon

ask for my discord if you wanna dm me!

#of blood and fabric~ ooc (ooc tag)

#ask mors (meme tag)

#Mors answers (answers tag)

#Mors mocks (reblog tag)

#psychic visions: dash comm (dash commentary tag)

Rules

mild NSFW is okay with me, in private dms!!

I love chaotic rps go wild

Aus? go ahead

don’t god mode please, if you wanna go a certain direction in a rp just ask

OOC is always okay

Mors's permanent pokemon

A list of Mors's permanent pokemon

Mara (Froslass) lvl 80, Female, Impish, Somewhat vain

Mors's partner, Mara has been by Mors's side for longer than either can remember. Dating Tadeo's florges>

Vanth (Sensu oricorio) lvl 68, Female, Sassy, Mischievous

<here she is, the infamed oricorio that summoned spirits in lavender town. All because she didn't get the same amount of treats as usual>

Thanatos (Spiritomb) lvl 68, Male, Timid, Likes to relax

Hades (Chandelure) lvl 49, Male, Bold, Impetuous and silly

<this little guy helped get Mors on live television>

Lethe (Domestic Hisuian Zoroark) Lvl 39, Female, Calm, Highly curious

Phlegethon (Hisuian Typlosion) lvl 36, Male, Docile, Often lost in thought

Indra (Marshadow) lvl 35, ???, Brave, Alert to sounds

Lemures (Hisuian Zoroark) lvl 34, Male, Serious, Strongly defiant

Brutus (Hydriegon) lvl 65, male, Bold, Likes to fight

Cupid (mimikyu) lvl 40, male, Gentle, very finicky

About Mors

indented info is private to those outside of team rocket

indented and italic info is private to everyone but the other executives and Giovanni,

somethings are now known to people like Sidon, Nox and Flare

5'1 and 114lbs, mid 20s

He/it pronouns

Glitch, psychic (its mild) , and a ghost type user. Marshadow's chosen.

his ace Pokemon is a genetically altered Froslass made by the same people who made him, who is named Mara. Has ghost types from all over the world from his adventures as a rocket executive.

His hands were burned by his hisuian cyndaquil and bitten by the hisuian zorua which caused a bit of frostbite

Informally adopted by Giovanni

Adoptive Older brother to Sidon and Flare

Adoptive father to @cooper-magnolia and his sisters

He has a scar on his face from getting hit by an Arcanine’s flamethrower, it’s why he wears a mask.

Team rocket is all he’s ever known, having been taken in by them at the age of 8 after being found in a rainstorm with a Snorunt by his side. he was kicked out of the foster home he was in, as they feared him for the psychic powers he could use when he lashed out.

Giovanni took him in and informally adopted him. Returned to his position as an executive, after everything that has happened, he wants to distract himself with work. he’s very loyal to team rocket, for they are his family.

he has no biological family, but he was created by two scientists that had lost their child. Had they not died, he would've lived a happy life with a good family

Mors doesn’t have a last name, but since he has to have one on paperwork he likes the sound of ‘Mors Setsu'

his first name was from the project he was created by, how he knew it from the beginning is still a mystery

Mors loses control of his psychic powers even now, especially when he feels extreme emotions.

because of his lack of real human interactions he’s developed Alexithymia (when a person has difficulty experiencing, identifying, and expressing emotions.)

when he loses control things around him start to float and he starts to glitch out.

Tadeo(Side blog) is his bodyguard and boyfriend @orionadventure and William (Friend's characters) are also his boyfriends

his froslass is in a relationship with Tadeo's florges.

Mors’s Froslass is very important to him, as Mara was made with him

[darabeatha]

📋+ four, for any muse uwu

Send “📋+a number” for assorted facts about my muse!

ARJUNA

Arjuna has willingly attempted to kill himself twice by walking into a pit of fire.

One time it was when Arjuna was challenged by a monkey to make a bridge out of arrows because Arjuna kept saying that he could make a sturdier and better bridge than the ones the monkeys did so they both did the bet and Arjuna was like 'if my bridge collapses i'll kms and jump into a pit of fire' and lo and behold, he ends up loosing so my guy was not going to hesitate to commit to his end so he lit had to be stopped from walking onto the fire.

The other time was when some guy was lamenting the death of his kid, that he died as soon as he was born and that no one cared. Arjuna finds this guy (a Brahmin) and takes pity on him and assures him that he will protect his next kid like 'dw, the next kid you have will live' and he vows that if he fails to protect this kid, he'll end his life by jumping into the fire (again) Long story short, when the time comes for the kid to be born, Arjuna visits the house of the guy and his wife and makes the house secure by making an enclosure with arrows yet the child still dies and not only that but the body also disappears??? the guy is obviously furious bc wtf arjuna u were supposed to prevent this from happening u suck so arjuna naturally (and once again) was ready to jump into the fire because how embarrassing right, but he was prevented from doing so by God Krishna who then took him to meet god Vishnu who upon getting told what happened was like "oh krishna and arju! i just took those kids just so i could see u guys again! it was nice seeing u, now go take the two kids back home :D" and so the whole thing was fixed.

Arjuna fought against crocodiles, 5 crocodiles

Basically it was during the time when he and his brothers and wife got exiled and as Arjuna was wandering on his own around the forest to gather resources, he found a sort of monastery (Ashram) and was like 'oh cool! maybe i'll be able to ask for food here' and as he entered, he saw many sages who were all tensed up and rushed towards arjuna and begged him to help them. Their problem was that these sages said that in the monastery, they had like 5 ponds that were used for bathing purposes but for some reason, crocodiles took over the ponds and for each pond there is a crocodile who eats anyone who gets on the pond, so naturally arjuna goes over to help. Because he had once received a blessing from the princess of the snake kingdom that no water or aquatic animal would be able to defeat him, Arju confidently enters the pond and catches the first crocodile and yeets it out of the pond. As soon as this crocodile is out of the pond, it turns into a woman who asks for his help as it turns out that she and her other 4 friends have been cursed for disrupting a sage who was meditating and because of this, they were all cursed to turn into crocodiles and can only be freed from the curse if someone takes them out of their ponds so Arju went ahead and went to each pond and yeeted all 5 of the crocodiles out and thus ends up saving all the women

Helps with burning a forest and proceeds to get thanked afterwards???

So the story involves Agni the god of fire and how in order to finally satiate his hunger, he needs to devour the forest but he can't do this because each time he attempts to do so he is stopped by Indra, so one day he meets arjuna and krishna and asks for their help, and they both agree to help and they thus end up battling against Indra as well as other gods and demons and animals and snakes, and Agni ends up eating the forest. It's because they help Agni with his indisgestion that Agni arranges for arjuna and Krishna to meet up with Varuna who ends up giving them celestial weapons, in the case of Arjuna, he gets his famous bow gandiva + the two endless quivers he has (that he carries in his fate interpretation!)

He's very skilled with origami

Not related to the Mahabharata but it's a personal headcanon that because of how precise and observant he is (as well as his perfectionism tm) he makes the cleanest folds and can make about any shape

[inkofamethyst]

Nina's 2023 Bops

kind of in a rough order this year~

Artists

Upstate

Albums

Healing - Upstate

A Remedy - Upstate

Renaissance - Beyonce

Xscape - Michael Jackson

Sky Volumes 1, 2, 3 - Vincent Diamante

Traveler, a Journey Symphony - Austin Wintory

Songs

On a Journey - Theresa Ambat (my song of the year, from wtnv)

The Horror and the Wild - The Amazing Devil (runner up song of the year, from puzzle-friend)

Be Glad That I'm Not God - Vadia (second runner up song of the year, from tiktok)

You Sure Are Something - Theresa Ambat

Rotten - Missouri Surf Club (from wtnv)

That Unwanted Animal - The Amazing Devil (from puzzle-friend)

Bird Song - Florence + The Machine (from puzzle-friend)

Running Out of Time - Paramore

I Am My Own Muse; Heaven, Iowa; Love From The Other Side - Fall Out Boy (from cello-friend I think? or puzzle-friend? both?)

Seven Nation Army / Sweet Dreams - Buffalo Rose (from tiktok)

The Witch - Indra Rose (from wtnv)

Road of Trials - Austin Wintory (the one from Traveler!!)

Mars - Gustav Holst

Tiger Mountain Peasant Song - Fleet Foxes (from Disparition's Glass TIger)

Status Report - Star Trek SNW Cast

When The Sun Goes Down - Ezra Glatt (from tiktok)

Today I'm thankful for safe travels, a mother's love, and fourteen individually-wrapped slices of pound cake in the freezer.

I have a three days free before I start back up in the lab. Planning to map out some exploratory routes tonight. Already have some cool places of interest on my list, just need to connect them.

[hpscaling]

((Good morning, I've finally accepted that changing skin color on icons is beyond my capability so I found a new FC for my Corps of Thirty OC Indra that actually has dark skin.

I might spend today adding my OCs to the muse page but for now, for those who didn't follow her solo blog, Indra is a Hydro vision wielder who uses a claymore and is extremely sensitive to the leylines. She is a graduate from the Spantamad darshan and now works for the Corps of Thirty. She grew up in the desert and her family still lives there.

She's also rather tall for a woman (5'11) and extremely strong, easily able to wield her claymore one-handed.))

[zchraa]

Send 👶 for my muse to talk about (one of) their child(ren)

"Oh my baby, my sweet little girl, I love that baby with all my heart, there isn't enough that I could say about my little one. My little Indra, she's a sweet little girl, but I can say that because she's only three months old."

[folie-a-fleur]

Madness in Petals.

Eden Muse:

Lily La-Rue A. Valentinaire

Tyler Luca Wilde

Ghyslaina Serafim

Firga Harsa

Floral Poetry:

Adambara Wigoena

Adrian M. Narendra

Aluna Sherianne

Cassie Eleanor

Deon Morningstar

Dharma Indra Nuraga

Dimitri Raneiro

Franceis K.

Iridessaifa Teressa

Mark Lee / Roderick Leemanuel

Marrie Loui / Anna Maria Tjoa (Marianne)

Tatjana Symphony

Thalia Delaney

Virgie Rosellia

Yemima Arendaratu

Ysabelle La Mia

Abraham Sandikala

Jefferson Adam

Saint Annselm

Lily Harper Clemence

Kenji Madden