#Muse Sally

[arikihalloween]

Happy Pride ! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

With my multiverse characters ! :3

Stitcher : bi, genderfluid

Peacekeeper : lesbian, trans, asexual

Muse : queer, queergender

Nyxie : bi, genderfae, demiromantic

These sexualities are a mix of canon and headcanon !

[inspirationalstarlet]

I’m interested in how other people draw flowers, as the flowers that other people draw look how they’re supposed. Like it looks like the real life flower, the flower I draw don’t really look like the real life one. Was wondering if you could give advice about how I could make them look more like the real thing?

"Of course ! I will try my best !"

"Ahem ahem !"

*Muse opens her book, out of which pictures of flowers and real flowers appears. She also gets a pen and start drawing*

Zoom in to see the whole text ! I just realised it's a little small ^^`

"In all, what is important is to understand the shapes and colors of flowers and try to portray them. If you are curious, you can look up why each flowers look the way they do ! Some will mimick insects to attract specific pollinators, while others will just create the most colors they can to be easy spot among the green of fields or forest. Some are turned to the ground, other to the sun. They all have reasons and meaning !"

As a creator, my advice is to study, and yes, trace a bit. Most of the pictures I used here are photos I took myself, and then I traced over it to understand how the flower work. Four petals, over, under, all the little parts, the core, the stem.

And then I redraw without tracing, see if it looks alike, if not, I try to understand what I did wrong and then try drawing it again.

It comes with such training

Have some more watercolors studies I did for school !

[maraudersarecanon]

This was not how I thought the Poseidon and Sally flashback would be but I am LOVING it. The way Sally is the only mortal who could summon a god literally immediately and just talk freely and vent to him and Poseidon was so in love with her.

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

oh my god I forgot the second best part of the whole Harumi-Fic-Writer Saga:

Sally: Hey Rumi, what are you typing so frantically over there?

Harumi: I'm running late on this week's update of my GN x Reader saga! I have to hurry and finish before next period starts!

Brad, Gene, and Sally, who know Lloyd's secret: *IMMEDIATELY STARE AT LLOYD*

Lloyd:

Harumi: Oh, and Lloyd's also my beta reader

Brad, Gene, and Sally: *STARING INTENSIFIES*

Lloyd: O_O;

Sally: aND I OOOOOOOP—

Gene: *falls backwards out of his chair, laughing himself into a coma*

Lloyd: IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK—

Brad:

Brad: Drop the link

Lloyd: BRAD???

Brad: I SAID DROP THE LINK—

Harumi: Ah, a man of culture, I see~

Gene: *scream-laughter*

Sally: ...I gotta—*chokes*—I gotta tell her—

Lloyd: *through his teeth* Don't. You. Dare.

[killerlittlerejects]

For anyone that wants to rp but are scared of how I will react to their portrayals of the characters:

Gimme. Gimme em, I will love them. I swear to you on my life. Make em scary, make em mean. Make them sad, and sympathetic. Make them an asshole, or someone who doesn’t express their feelings in a way that is considered the norm. Make them show weakness, be vulnerable. Hell make them loving, we don’t judge here.

I will love your character and will never ask you to change them. So Gimme em!

[the-perverse-library]

Meet the OC: Sally the Witch

Name: Sally Roundsly Race: Human from a fantasy Universe [Witch] Occupation: Bookstore owner, witch {Fun buddy <3} Age: Mature {A woman never reveals her age} Powers/Abilities: magical powers, alchemy, witchcraft, summoning, reality warping. {All for fun, I assure you, darlings} Backstory: {Oh, I do believe I can handle this part!} "I am from another world, full of monsters and magic. I trained in an academy and radically excelled in mastering and using magic. I started to use my magic for my own purposes, my own joys and pleasures. I was able to bind my ... experiences into books and allow others to enjoy everything I have enjoyed. Hehehe... I garnered quite a large audience of admirers and commissioners. Then... after I "corrupted" the prince with goblin pussy and a succubi's hot, wet mouth, I was banished from that realm. Now, I run the Perverse Library to continue to fill my life and the lives of others with indescribable joy and pleasure." Interesting Fact: "All of my books work both ways; you can enter them, and if you desire it enough, things within the books can enter this realm."

[solar-halos]

paul isn’t percy’s step father he’s the father that stepped up

[monsterloverforhire]

[runaway-dreamers]

[Part 1, 2, 3]

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At the end of all I knew I find the beginning of you and I.

The Everyday Life of Wally Darling

Word count: 1,302

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Papers covered in colorful ink lay in messy piles. A single lamp  light shined down on a notebook, and beside that  lay a crumpled figure curled up within a bundle of blankets. Among the steadily growing collection of notes and drawings hid the unspoken. It lingered between  spaces  floating at the top of white backdrop. It stopped your pen once or  twice. It roared high like a distant wave, but fizzled to a crawling lull of  rolling water failing to reach your feet before the ocean sucked it back in. 

It spoke when you waited for a response to flutter from within the ceramic pumpkin where reality split in two. The nested swirl of blue and black plunged the room into a damp chill. All was silent beyond the creaking floorboards as you adjusted your sore body. Your crying ceased, replaced with labored breath, your tears dried on your face. Hair stuck to your pallid skin. It itched along where the strands clung, but you were far too tired to care. 

Letters fluttered in descending on your figure. You choose to forgo the envelopes as it would slow your response. You printed your thoughts with careful lettering for fear of misunderstanding. Should the tenuous line of communication shudder and fall apart, you hoped your words would ring clear in his mind. Your rampant need for connection was tempered by the loss crushing you to the ground where you lay. 

His red crayon had worn down to a nub, his shared worry shaped his words. Each question was meant to impart something new, something sacred to be kept. There in his stretched thin j's did you find his fear guided strokes. There in your incomplete o's did he find the pains of your impatience. The conversation was one about walking. The discussion lingering on lengths traveled, on sights seen, on passing glimpses of ghostly shapes. 

From above came the darkness raking cold hands down your back. It pawed with clawless fingers in repeated succession. Each passing coaxing an ache that spread tremors all throughout. You sucked in a sharp breath as your writing hand dulled with a spreading tingle. It lay flat on the cool floor rushing its pass. And just before it becomes a memory the pen is taken up and your o's grow incomplete. 

Julie had given you a pressed flower, it lay melted between the folded wax sheet. Sally sent a speckle of stardust that dulled to golden glitter. From Howdy came a caramel apple, but from within worms squirmed in the flesh of sagging fruit. Eddie's colorful craft of construction paper rings had crumpled apart and faded to dull grays. Poppy's muffins had crumbled around the portal coming to you already dust. Frank had left Wally with the vortex swirling within the guts of pumpkins. Letters from moments ago were already running with ink pooling together in a congealed mass of putrid nothingness. Words soaked the pages erasing all that had been contained, eating them all without a moment's break. 

Still each word was crafted with care. Each line is dotted with varied punctuation enunciating poorly remembered jokes. Each smile, every question, and all the answers took shape as intended, as needed. Your arm has cramped again. Sweat ran down the back of your neck drying to your skin and shirt. With a panging ache you dragged yourself up onto your arms. Your knees wobbled beneath you, and soon you sat upright. With great difficulty you held yourself up as the ache thrummed from head to toe. Each breath rattled in your lungs, but it was easier to draw in without the pressure of you and the floor. A note dropped in from the void.

[Y/N]

My letters from you have rotted. My memories of you have flown away. From within, my mind has no doubt, the pieces of you have molded through. 

[Wally] 

Where you once stood has become a vacant space. Snatched from me, your fading voice lingers beneath hollow winds. A wordless voice, devoid of thought or refrain, becomes the whole of what stays. 

[Y/N]

Where I am, you will be. Where you are, I will stay. An endless conversation, an endless changing of hands.

[Wally]

And if an end draws near? 

[Y/N]

Never spare me from harsh realities. Let me know the course of change. 

[Wally] 

The pumpkin rots. 

And the silence began. The letters slowed. The topic ceased. You sat alone with puffy eyes watching the swirl of a fading rip between you and him. You measured the passing time against thudding heartbeats. Your eyes pulled away to the notebook resting among the piles. Pages had been torn away and reused in a bid to talk longer. With careful hands the book was lifted and came to rest on your lap. You flipped through the remaining curdled pages. 

Eyes peered back at you, vibrant and unseeing. The lines had taken on a watery look, but they had not muddled together. Your fingers pressed against the beading of liquid. It stuck to your fingers coating the crevices of your skin. It dried flakey and pigmented. It bled like a cut, you marveled. The book remained unchanged save for the slowly smearing lines. This book traveled with you from one place to the next, it had seen everything. 

Your eyes looked briefly at the soggy mass forming in the corner of your light. The floorboards swelled with rot. And here in your hands something had outlasted the younger papers. You inched closer to the portal, closer than you had gone before. A breeze parted through your hair. Your skin paled against it. Something tugged at the notebook. You inched closer and the tug became a strong pull. Yanked from your hand it leapt to the portal. Sticky tendrils latched onto it, drinking it into nothingness. You sat stunned by the vigor the spinning vortex showed. A bright light engulfed your room blinding you. Something dropped onto your lap. With blurry eyes you pawed at the paper. 

[Wally]

What was that?

[Frank]

What did you do?

Are you alright?

[Y/N]

It devoured our notebook. It devoured it and sprung back to life! 

[Frank]

Our notebook fed it? What else can we feed it? 

[Y/N]

I'm not sure, that was all I had except, except the earring. 

The ceramic pumpkin cracked down its side. The portal spun into a tight circle shaking against the sides of it. The sound of ripping ceramic filled the room before it shattered to pieces. Each jagged edge was caught in the pull of the growing portal. Your blanket had fallen from your frame as the burst of air filled your apartment. You stared at the massive hole forming before you. It glowed like vibrant jellyfish dancing down into the bottomless dark. 

"Amazing.." You whispered. The soggy pages squelched as the tendrils stabbed into them. They were absorbed by the mass. You stood on shaking legs as voices floated on the breeze. 

"Wh-What even is this!?" 

"Oh, my goodness! Look at how pretty it is!" 

"A vortex? Here of all places? Quite an old one, too. How perplexing…" 

"I-I heard screams and I- OH MY FEATHERS!" 

"Was that Y/N's mailbox?" 

"Y/N's mailbox?" 

"Y/N! Can you hear me?" 

You ran tossing yourself against the solid glass-like cover to the vortex. Your earring was lifted and gently tugged from the clip on your lobe, "I'm here! I'm here! Please, hear me!" 

"I want to come back Home!" 

You landed somewhere dark. The expansive sky above filled your vision. Stars shined brightly all throughout. The smell of pumpkins wafted in the gentle breeze that rocked bare branches. Around you came groans. Blue hair, undone and slightly dirty, tickled your nose. 

A familiar face leaned in close, "Welcome Home." 

[aureumdraconeus]

"And you're certain that you being around will help us? You've never taken this much interest in our affairs before..."

"It is within the best interest of both myself and the council that I keep an eye. Considering recent events it will keep them off your back and allow me to be more active."

"And here I thought you were the be-all end-all of decision-making, brother."

"Don't push your luck, Sally. I don't exactly wish to interfere as much as the next Mobian but I need to so that they do not try to enact action upon you."

"But...I must admit, it is nice to be around you again after so long."

[arikihalloween]

Aye gang new multiverser just dropped

No links to wttmv, just sillyness

The names Muse

She's Inspiration, for everyone, characters and creators

Walking pinterest moodboard if you will

[inspirationalstarlet]

Welcome ! The ask blog is open !

This blog is probably going to be more chaotic and less polished than the others haha

Welcome to Muse's corner of the multiverse ! The goddess of inspiration is dying to chat with people and perhaps help them get inspired !

Encouragements, references, art advice, ideas, you can find plenty here, just ask !

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This blog is kinda an excuse for me to give art advices, ngl, or help with references. Feel free to ask about art, or Muse (because this silly does have lore), or even show me your art (for encouragements or constructive criticisms)

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[maraudersarecanon]

I just remembered that we were told we would get Sally and Poseidon flashbacks at some point in the series right? And considering that flashbacks have usually been at the beginning of episodes and that Percy’s underwater conversation with the naiad is going to continue, I feel like we might get it at the beginning of next episode. It’s either that or when he goes to the beach in Santa Monica but I hope it comes soon because it’s going to be really good.

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

Would Miranda run the Fuschia Ninja social media fan page? What about the other ninja?

Miranda: Alright girls, we need to work on saving the Secret Ninja Force's social image!!! Who wants which fan page????

Sunni: I WANT THE BLUE NINJA!!! PLEASE

Meghan: Well, I'll take the Red Ninja~

Sally: Ooh ooh I'll do one for the White Ninja!!

Samantha: I'LL do the Green Ninja—

Harumi: *shoves her over* Over my literal dead body

Samantha: Ow! Fiiiiiiiine, I'll take Fuchsia, then, jeeeez...

Harumi: Yeah, you go right ahead e-e

Antonia: Ah, too late! I already called dibs and got an exclusive interview, heh heh heh...!

Miranda: And I'm working on the Cyan Ninja!!! (Since Sunni took the Blue Ninja.......)

Samantha: ...so who the hell is left?!?

Meghan: ...The Brown Ninja?

Samantha: Are you KIDDING ME—?!

Sally: ....aren't we forgetting the Black Ninja?

Miranda: Nope, I've already got my best guy on that one

Meanwhile-

Jesse: *typing* —and here's 46 more reasons as to why the Black Ninja is the GOAT, along with 17 never-before-seen candids of him fighting in action! And looking hot while doing it~

[nuks]

sometimes a baby girl is a 34 year old woman

[rocinantescoffeestop]

[pjo series thoughts - spoilers ep. 1]

First note is a biggie: When Sally starts describing the story of Perseus in the museum, I had to pause. It starts with Perseus and his mother thrown into a box and cast out to sea, to be forgotten about, to die basically. It made me think about how Sally and Percy basically grew up alone, how that situation mirrors Perseus in the myths, and the fact that in the myths the mother-son pair were 'surrounded by sea' (the exact words Sally uses to tell the story, btw) just adds to the parallel.

In the books, Sally describes Poseidon essentially going to the sea and never coming back. In the show, we meet her properly at the apartment and she's standing in the rain, surrounded by water. In short, the 'surrounded by' part of that story is equivalent to 'being shaped by'. Their lives – both Sally-Percy and Perseus and his mom in the myths – had a large part of their lives determined by Poseidon, determined by the sea.

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• Bobofit? just makes me think of Boba Fett and now I'm picturing Nancy fanart as a star wars clone XD

• Eddie the Super is a bro in this adaptation. I agree with what I've heard some other folks saying around these fandom parts, I like this change from Eddie being one of the poker buddies to being at odds with Gabe, too.

• Sally Jackson listening to 'logical' by Olivia Rodrigo. Sally Jackson being an Olivia fan!!!!

• Gabe and Sally's relationship here... it's not good sure, but in this adaptation, I can see sort of how they could have started, maybe at first it not being about 'protecting Percy', as they sort of have a banter here that doesn't just seem like a watered-down/kid-friendly version of a dysfunctional marriage but also like the remnants of some sort of clicking. Of course, I want to believe that Gabe is still an awful human being, and yeah, the show portrays that he's a slum, a verbal dick towards everyone in his life, has abusive habits like checking Sally's phone without permission, so I still don't like him here. But, there's a difference between series!Gabe and book!Gabe in which book!Gabe was just painted as cut and dry, black and white awful, like the worlds slimiest, grimiest old fool. Maybe it's the act of seeing it instead of reading about it since in the book we ARE the narrator – a twelve-year-old boy with a limited worldview and seeing things more as cut-dry/black-white – and here we're more on the outside looking in, so we can approach the world with a more objective viewpoint, and see details not as 'good' or 'bad' but as just details. Just something like 'life just be like that sometimes' kind of way.

• 'Like a puzzle with have the wrong pieces' hit home for me. Also, describing Percy's attention slips through the mist as 'daydreaming' is such a good way to relate ADHD to his demigodness. I like how the series described Percy's mind and disabilities better so far than the books.

• 'Something that felt real to you that no one else can see?' The way Sally delivers this line... UGH so good at being very subtle in suggesting that she can relate to Percy personally here, hinting at her ability to see through the mist as well despite being 100% mortal. Or maybe that's just me knowing things revealed later in the series and subplanting that onto the now.

• It's hard explaining greek gods being real to your son. LOL undercut perfectly with Walker's comedy ("like– like Jesus?"). Also, Walker's acting? 10/10

• putting Percy and Grover at odds in the series just like in the books but each do it differently – in the books, Percy ditches Grover bc he's acting weird and it's stressing Percy out. In the series, Grover is the one that does the dirty deed and makes sure Percy gets expelled from Yancy. Either case, they both put tension in the relationship (to be repaired later in the narrative). So, before you say anything bad about the differences between book and series, think about the emotional part of it. The series speaks to the HEART of the scene, of the story, even if it's not a word-for-word retelling with visuals.

• "He is brutal, he is relentless, he–" "He is still wearing underpants." Classic Percy comedy akdjfhgklsjdfg I'm in love

• Sally setting Grover up for his emotional journey on the quest by making him swear to protect Percy against all monsters/threats that come his way.

• Oh god, it's even more heartwrenching the second time watching Percy watch his mom "die" – the silence that encompasses the moment, all sounds drowning away, the rain so crystal clear on his face, and his eyes... god. so good.

• I love the last scene. The campers' voices coming out of the blackness, the blackness fading into a hazy purple sunset as Percy's vision come to. Annabeth's voice saying "he must be the one,' as she so wants him to be the one that will bring her along on a quest. just the way the framing lands at the end, with the subtle movement of camper silhouettes shifting away and Chiron front and centre, welcoming Percy (and thus the audience) into the world (into the series). Such a good introduction. So, so good.