#Muse; Heron

[nonevasive]

thinking abt mean girls and LPS popular parallels on this fine monday evening… they rlly were the blueprint

[randomnameless]

Funny how the Serenes Massacre of Tellius is echoed through two events in the Fodlan verse :

The Tragedy of Duscur : for people being pissed at their leader being killed, and the perpetrators pointing at a third party being responsible, the third party being destroyed as a result.

Nemesis' party : targeting peaceful non-humans living isolated in their village to slaughter them - which leaves a survivor very hell bent on revenge (who even gets jailed for a period of time and loses her health like Rafi! + is the youngest of the family like Leanne!) targeting the few ones who orchestrated this massacre.

Guess which event is ignored by redshit?

Morale of the story : Willy is the Fodlan equivalent of Tibarn, without the stats, the combat ability, the class and the shiny wings.

[stillsolo]

ROLEPLAY HISTORY post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back.

CURRENT MUSES

han s. — star wars ( canon/eu )

anakin s. / vader — star wars ( canon/eu )

luke s. — star wars ( canon/eu )

obi-wan k. — star wars ( canon/eu | discord only )

WANT TO WRITE

it takes… a lot for me to pick up a primary muse lol

PAST CANON MUSES ( primary )

john shepard — mass effect ( ot canon )

kaidan alenko — mass effect ( ot canon )

kurosaki ichigo — bleach ( canon )

grimmjow jaegerjaquez — bleach ( canon )

PAST CANON MUSES ( secondary / casual )

dr. henry walton / "indy" — indiana jones ( ot canon )

elka solo — star wars ( fc | canon/eu )

astri solo — star wars ( fc | canon/eu )

chewbacca — star wars ( canon/eu )

leia organa — star wars ( canon/eu )

lando calrissian — star wars ( canon/eu )

padmé amidala — star wars ( canon/eu )

assaj ventress — star wars ( canon/eu )

wedge antilles — star wars ( canon/eu )

biggs darklighter — star wars ( canon/eu )

ARC/CT-8080 / liner — star wars ( oc | canon/eu )

urahara kisuke — bleach ( ss canon )

kuchiki rukia — bleach ( ss canon )

david anderson — mass effect ( ot canon )

WOULD WRITE AGAIN

primary muses never leave me! e.g: han harassing me for like 10 fuckin' yrs

TAGGED BY: @valorums omg thank you for thinking of me!! TAGGING: @techniiciian @sgterso @desiccation @jedibattlemaster @strcngered @fcalty @debelltio @vibraea @red-flight @reawakcn @cnlyluck & anyone else who wants to do this! pls link me if you've already done it 👀

[littlequeenies]

Bebe Buell in the 1973 experimental avant-garde short film "La Dolce Vita Grance", playing the role of Rita Hayroth, directed by Anton Perich. Part 6 (last).

Taylor Mead plays Carlo, a famous Italian film producer, and Cyrinda Foxe plays his wife Sophia, a famous Italian movie star. Sophia, who has fired his driver Ninno, has to re-hire the driver in order to keep Carlo sexually excited so he can impregnate Sophia.

Other people starring were Jean Pierre Kalfon, Donna Jordan, Oliveriro Toscani, Octavio Escali and Guy Heron.

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNPTtX_BMD4

[winterune]

ahhh i need to watch the boy and the heron again. had miyazaki stayed in retirement and leave this movie as his magnum opus, i would have been very, very satisfied

[little-sw33tie]

WATCHED THE BOY AND THE HERON IM GOING BONKERS ITS SO GOOD

[coreofgold]

@wvsteria for Heron

"This place annoys me the longer it keeps me here" Wu Xi was free ! And now he was trapped back here. . .again ! It truly hates him

[pupmusebox]

Tag dump 3/?

out of yips musebox musings { Yappy Pupper Note - Pup's PSA } { Neat Tunes and Beats - Music } { Crafted From Artful Paws - Kou's Art } { Man Made Weapon to Fight Against Dragons - Yuma Kisaragi } { Dual Blade Wielding Samurai and Leader of Unit 13 - Yamato } { Card Holder and Quick Witted Summoner - Mishiru } { Sly Hacker and Expert Marksman of Agent - Jet } { Dutiful Butler and Medical Skilled Martial Artist - Sakaki } { Arcane Swordsman and Mystic Knight - Yuujin } { Foreteller and Reaper of the Battlefield - Nabaru } { Destructive Force and Heavy Armored Warrior - Bastian } { Magically Attuned and Powerful Spellcaster - Rentsu } { Disciplined Master of the Blade and Samurai - Kirino } { Raven King and Wings Dancing in the Darkness - Naesala } { Hawk King and Lord of the Air - Tibarn } { Black Wolf of the Sands - Volug } { Silent Master of Winds - Soren } { Hero of the Blue Flames - Ike } { Jet-Black General - Zelgius } { Exalt's Deliverer and Trusted Tactician - Robin } { Fateful Royal with a Silent Bloodline - Corrin } { Professor and Fódlan's Star - Byleth } { Heron and White Prince - Reyson } { Friend of Nations - Ranulf } { Trusted Pals and Partners - Pokemon }

[hyakkiyagy0]

new muse added- osakabe-hime

;the true ruler of white heron keep / commander of yokai (osakabe-hime)

[vaendaan]

7 drafts on here (and 3 on Vigor) but busy tomorrow so probably get stuff done Monday <3

[totouchthcstars]

Look who just woke up- is that LUCA HOSTELLE? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s CADY HERON from MEAN GIRLS. I heard they are TWENTY-TWO and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, she still gives off a GROWING UP IN AFRICA AND NOT KNOWING MUCH OF HOW THINGS ACTUALLY WORK ON A HIGHSCHOOL; OFTEN UNDERSTANDING ANIMALS BETTER THAN PEOPLE; SUCCUMBING TO THE FEELING OF BEING POPULAR DESPITE KNOWING BETTER; LETTING OTHERS TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HER INNOCENCE; LOVING MATH AND SOMETIMES PROVING SHE IS A NERD impression. In Sydney, they work as a STUDENT. They’re known to be quite KIND & OPEN-HEARTED but have a tendency to be VENGEFUL & NAIVE on their bad days.

Gender/Pronouns : she/her

How long have they been in Sydney : born and raised, but in reality 1 year

Which suburb do they live in? Tba

Personality description : Cady has a good heart, but is, thanks to her upbringing, sometimes a little too naive for this world. However, like every teenager, she also wants to belong, and even being popular, and is not immune to others charming her. She can also be pretty mean and nasty when being hurt or wronged.

Memories of their real life : everything from the movie

What was their fake life like: Cady was more or less raised by her nanny, seeing her parents were always busy with very important work, as they claimed. The nanny sort of kept her away from every sort of trouble and whatever, and this is why Cady never had many friends, and a hard time to connect with anyone but her two cats, somewhat prefering reading a book over playing outside .She also enjoys school which earns her usually odd looks from many fellow students.

Theme Song: Avril Lavigne - Girlfriend

Quote: "Grool. I meant to say great but then I started to say cool."

[ask-no151]

Even though the Eevee's response ended up longer than they anticipated, Lucifer still took note of everything they chose to point out with their impromptu not-quite tour. He would like to see these places a little more up close, but he wasn't trying to cause a fuss… considering these Pokemon even knew what a Mew was, anyway.

The buildings themselves were all a little crudely constructed, at least compared to the human-made things he was used seeing, but there was something of a… nostalgic feel to the entire place. It was totally unlike anywhere he had been before…

"Ah. 'sfine, I don't mind. Sounds like a real nice place to live." As far as he can tell from the brief rundown, anyway.

…huh. They lived off the side of a cliff? Like, open-faced? A Sharpedo-shaped cliff did sound cool, but…

"You guys don't… got trouble with rain, livin' like that?" Storms must be a nightmare, especially since they live so close to the ocean. Eesh…

Luci@Either: "Er... so this whole place is run by pokemon? Like, the shops 'n all that other stuff?" He peers down the road to the town in question, perplexed but still curious nonetheless about the going-ons there. "There any specific places you like goin' to?"

"Yep!! That's Treasure Town, in all its glory!!" Angel gestures in the direction of the town withan extended paw and a big grin.

The two of them are standing on the outskirts (well, one of them is standing, anyway), but even from here, several buildings can be seen, along with Pokemon meandering about. It's a typical sight for the Shiny Eevee, yet one that feels them with the warm sensation of being home.

"There's lots of places we like to visit - the Kecleon Shop's always your best bet if you need some supplies, and the brothers that run it are great to talk to!! The Makuhita Dojo is great if you need some training. Ms. Kangaskhan is really nice and keeps any items you give her safe in storage. Ms. Chansey runs the local orphanage..."

Angel pauses, then laughs.

"Oh, sorry, you asked for specific places, not a whole rundown!! I can give you a tour later if you want. But, uh, besides all that, there's Sharpedo Bluff that's just a bit outside of town on the other side - it's a cliff that looks like a Sharpedo!! That's also where me and my partner live. The view from there is great!!"

"And there's the beach! It's not far from here. We love going there to relax when we get the chance. It's really pretty at sunset!!"

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

the girl next door 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

The noise of a lawnmower welcomes you out into the vibrant summer day. Your mother is already on the porch, sat on the patio bench. You can tell she’s primped herself up just a little bit. You put the jug of lemonade on the wicker table and stand by the end of the long eat. 

“A kind man,” your mother muses beneath the racket of the mower, “about time we got someone decent ‘round here. You know,” she furrows her brow viciously, “those bitches from the cul-de-sac never liked your nana. Hate us even more. Stepford hags.” 

You nod and peek over at Steve as he pushes the mower in a straight line. The grass falls to the blade and leaves thick clippings in rows. You twiddle your fingers as you notice the shine of sweat on the man’s forehead and forearms. His act of kindness feels more like pity. 

“Don’t be stupid, girl, go grab some cups,” your mother snipes and draws your attention back to the porch. “That man’s going to think I raised a moron.” 

You retreat back into the house. For as pleasant as she was to your new neighbour, it has done little for her mood. Or maybe it’s just you. 

You grab two of the rippled plastic cups from the cupboard and head back down the hall. You stop as you reflection passes you in the mirror. You turn to face it. You frown. You’re nothing special to look at but you don’t do much to help that. You wonder if you put on some mascara or wore something nicer if you might look anything close to pretty. 

You shrug off the fleeting insecurity. It’s not important. Your mother’s sick and your little uncertainties don’t mean anything. You push through the screen door and clack the cups down. As you do, the mower quiets and you peer over. The grass is trimmed neatly as Steve stands close to the steps, wiping his forehead as his cheeks burn rosy form the heat. 

“Whew, think I’ll try some of that lemonade,” he climbs the steps, “hot one today.” 

As he climbs the last step and he drags his hands down his tee shirt. His grey blonde hair droops forward and he tries to shake it out of his face. He tugs at the hem of his shirt and lifts it over his head, revealing a sweat-dampened undershirt. 

“Don’t mind me,” he chuckles as he uses the outer layer to mop his face and neck, “think I overdressed.” 

“Get him some lemonade,” your mother hisses and points to the jug. “Steve, was it? What brings you to Heron Meadows?” 

You unstack one cup from the other and fill both. You set the pitcher back down and step back on your heel, folding your hands together as you fade into the background. You’re peripheral to your mother. You only exist when she needs you. 

“Well, settling down, I think,” he smiles and reaches for a cup. He raises it and stops it just in front of his chest. He carefully gestures at you with it, “thanks.” 

Your eyes round and you glance away, “welcome.” 

“Settling down?” Your mother echoes coyly. 

“I know, I’m a bit late to the game. Had to get out of the city. Maybe I outgrew it,” he sighs, “and you two? Where’s your husband hanging out?” 

You mother laughs and crosses one leg over the other, not easily as she struggles to still the shake in her foot, “long gone. He never saw this place.” 

“Ah, hope I didn’t hit a sore spot,” Steve’s cheek dimples before he sips from the glass. 

“Mm, don’t feel much for the deadbeat,” your mother tisks, “what about you? Settling down? Is your wife coming with the couch?” 

“Ah, yeah,” he reaches over to plant his hand against the pillar that connects to the rail. He leans on it and gulps again. He swallows before he continues, his eyes meeting yours for the split second you dare to look up, “missed that step but the house will keep me busy until I figure that out.” 

“Oh don’t you worry, that little club will keep you busy,” your mother scoffs, “make sure ya keep your picket fence nice and whitewashed.” 

Steve gives a curious furrow of his brow. You mother sniffs as her little quip hangs in the air. 

“HOA,” you put in quietly. 

“Mm, I bought out of that,” he says. “Outdated if you ask me. I don’t need them telling me what colour to paint my door.” 

“Bought out?” Your mother grumbles. 

“I didn’t relish the extra lawyer fees but worth it,” Steve explains before he empties the cup and puts it back down, “thanks, that was great. Uh, guess I should get started on the back.” 

You stand dumbly as you mother agrees with a grumble. An awkward silence thickens around you and she snaps in your direction with her fingers, “take him out back, honey.” 

“Oh, uh, sure,” you clamour forward as if awoken from a slumber. “Just...” you near Steve and step around him to scurry down the stairs. “this way.” 

He leaves his tee shirt draped over the railing and turns to follow. He looms like a shadow behind you and as you stop to reach over the top of the gate and unlock it, you scratch around blindly. He steps closer and hooks his arm over yours. The smell of his sweat fills your nose. 

“Got it,” he says as he easily unlatches the clasp and the gate slants inward. 

You push through, quickly making distance from him as he trails you into the backyard. It’s even worse than the front. You grab the broken mower from where you left it and drag it towards the garage. 

“Great, I’ll go grab the mower,” he declares and leaves you to shove your way awkwardly into the side door of the garage. You push the rusted metal inside and the door snaps shut at your back as you emerge back into the sunlight. 

Steve pushes through his nice electric mower and you shy away. It’s got to be close to new and no doubt expensive. You trod through the tall grass and as you pass him, his arm brushes yours. 

“I could do the eaves too,” he stops beside you. “Get some of these weeds cut too.” 

“No thanks,” 

“I don’t mind,” he insists. 

“I can manage.” 

“You can. Probably a lot. Your mom...” he suggests, letting his words hang. “She sick?” 

You glance at his chest, the white fabric taught to his muscles above his thick stomach. You nod. 

“You take care of her?” He prompts. 

“Do my best,” you mutter and traipse on, “thanks.” 

“Right, uh,” he calls after you, “well, if you change your mind or think of anything, you can always ask.” 

You keep on. He feels bad for you. Just like everyone else. You’ve heard Marge and Lucy on their daily power walk; poor thing, going nowhere, sad... 

You go back out front, leaving the gate open. You go to grab the broom from the porch as your mother remains as she was. Her hand trembles on her thigh. 

“You know, should clean up around here,” she says, “invite him for dinner as thank you. Maybe tomorrow.” 

You take the broom and stop at the bottom of the steps, “maybe tomorrow,” you agree. 

“He’s a nice man. Could use one of those,” she smirks, “never had one of those. Handsome to boot.” 

It’s strange. You haven’t seen your mother smile since your grandma was around and even then, it wasn’t like this. The way she’s talking is almost ravenous. Like she’s slathering over a pork chop still on the grill. 

“Just gonna sweep up the trimmings,” you explain as you drag the broom down the walk. 

“Ugh, do whatever, you simple girl,” she chides. “When you’re done, you start on that kitchen. Those damn dishes have been sitting there all day.” 

“Yes mother,” you say to the broomstick as you begin to sweep. 

The sun beams relentlessly down, pouring onto you like fire. When you’re done, you return the broom to its place against the siding of the house and let yourself inside. Your mother hums as she watches the birds. You should be happy to see her outside, to see her in a better mood, but you’re too uneasy with the presence of that man. You know his name but it doesn’t make him any less a stranger. 

You fill the sink and add soap. You plunge a stack of plates into the water and stare out the small window above. You can see the side of the next house. It isn’t much too look at but sometimes a squirrel will critter along the wooden fence top. 

As you zone out, hands working mindlessly on scrubbing and dousing, a shift in the foggy colours of your vision brings your eyes into focus. You blink as Steve waves from outside. He rolls the mower up to the gate and smiles at you. You wince, jolted by the reminder of him. You offer a flutter of your soapy fingers. 

He stops and stares at you through the window. You blink, uncertain what to do. He’s just looking at you. He winks and you wince at the gesture. He slaps his hand back down on the mower and pushes it through to the front yard. That was odd. 

Or maybe you’re just awkward. 

[littlequeenies]

Bebe Buell in the 1973 short experimental avant-garde short film "La Dolce Vita Grance", playing the role of Rita Hayroth, directed by Anton Perich. Part 5.

Taylor Mead plays Carlo, a famous Italian film producer, and Cyrinda Foxe plays his wife Sophia, a famous Italian movie star. Sophia, who has fired his driver Ninno, has to re-hire the driver in order to keep Carlo sexually excited so he can impregnate Sophia.

Other people starring were Jean Pierre Kalfon, Donna Jordan, Oliveriro Toscani, Octavio Escali and Guy Heron.

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNPTtX_BMD4

[tewwor]

like this for a lil' starter from geum minsoo! multis please specify muse & i'll love you extra if you specify which verse you'd prefer!!

STATS .

Name: Geum Minsoo

Age: 30-34

Height: 6'7'' - 6'8''

Gender & sexuality: cis man ; he/him & bisexual

Occupation: muscle for hire ( bodyguard, hitman, spy, etc. )

Fc: Noh Sang-hyun, Wi HaJoon, Gong Yoo

ABILITIES AND/OR CURSED TECHNIQUE .

Transmutation: Able to change the form of any inanimate & animate object / being. He's able to transmute himself and others. he is also able to transmute the same target more than once, but the potency of it dwindles each time. This often leads to some really bad mutations if distracted. Whenever transmuting from one form to another — the new form will still have the mindset of it's original form, i.e., a bird turned horse will still think it's a bird & act as such.

Restoration: Minsoo is also able to restore things back into perfect condition if he has adequate knowledge of the object/person/creature's inner workings.

he is also able to restore things back into perfect condition if he has adequate knowledge of the object/person/creature's inner workings.

Frequently summoned forms & shikigami: great heron, joro spiders, barn swallow, water deer, swallowtails, stallions

HISTORY .

Minsoo was raised solely by his grandmother. Was never told what happened to his parents, and never cared to know once he got old enough. She raised him right, albeit a little harsh, and things were good for a while.

They hadn’t been the richest, and Minsoo would take up manual labor wherever he could ( he’s always been fit and healthy ). Their home was broken into one night while Minsoo was on a shift. Of course, his grandmother tried to be kind to the clearly troubled man, but it was taken poorly. She was murdered. All valuables were taken. The only thing Minsoo found that night was her broken body.

He tells himself that working so much was the direct cause of his grandmother’s murder, but … Well, he’s only human.

Being nice and kind became two very separate things to him from then on out. Became glaringly obvious how quick everyone in their village was to offer nice words and condolences, but not once did they ever offer a kind gesture. So he kept watching and got real sick of how two faced everyone is. While ironically … becoming the same exact way himself 🙂

Met Siwoo around the time he resigned as a detective & Minsoo was between jobs to stay afloat. Saw how spirited Minsoo was on some bodyguard gig. They got to talking ( frequented the same areas ... coincidentally ) and became something like friends. Overtime, Minsoo viewed Siwoo as his hyung ( no one can pry that away from him ). Saved each other's ass a couple of times. When Siwoo took up temporary residence in japan, no one was surprised when Minsoo followed. Now they stay in contact for whatever clients Siwoo needs extra manpower.

MISC. FACTS .

headcanon tag here !

Personality: Likes to have fun!! Sometimes a little mean. A little ... Too good at acting ( comes with the job(s) ). Extravert that's ... trying to learn how to enjoy time by himself ( he's failing ). Perhaps a little trigger happy when it comes to fighting & doesn't hesitate to break any straw that breaks whatever camel's back. Has a penchant for dramatics ( hello, have you seen his ability in real time? It's a showstopper! ).

Hits his head a lot. has to commission clothes ( why he's hurting for cash so often — shit's expensive )

He's messy. mixes business and pleasure way too often.

He's particularly down bad for real mean folks.

The reason why Minsoo's so extra tall is because he transmuted his own legs after having them eaten by a curse and/or some horrible accident. Which, in theory, works! It's just not perfect because of that immense pain ( and blood loss ) that skewed the mental image he had in his head when it came to exact measurements. So instead of returning back to the original state of 6'3'', he added a few inches. This also means that any further transmutations made to himself will be less potent and/or result in something more messed up :-)

Is able to transmute different faces to wear as a literal second skin. Oftentimes utilizes this for jobs.

VERSES .

Crime: muscle for hire! mostly takes up bodyguarding & hitmen positions. sometimes can be talked into supplying information.

Supernatural: same as the above, but with the addition of taking up hunter jobs! he's also known to take up jobs from the supernatural as well. it doesn't matter to him so long as he's paid.

J.JK verse: sorcerer for hire! enrolled for three years and then dropped out. decided it'd be better to make quicker cash with less … restraint on his ct. is able to summon shikigami. utilizes various polearms he transmutes into different forms and/or something more fluid like chains / whips. he does work with siwoo often, that’s his hyung

[nightmarefuele]

THE kylo-rensecked of all time.

now everyone take this for yourselves or else i will come into your house at night with a steak knife. u r just meat don't test it. (sure whatever you can do this for muses but this is the one and only quiz i've ever been absolutely sure i will comb through every mention for. goddammit)

The Renegade [dark!ren]

Ingenious? Yes. Within your element? Obviously. You’re a proud creature, for good reason. Mistakes roll off your shoulders; setbacks never bother you. You need only your faith and strength, a force of nature you simply can’t be stopped. Like the heron, you move slowly, but when you strike, you pierce clean through your prey and rarely miss. How did you become this way? You need no explanation. Your life is the action you take. Everything you do is you, not you, and something more than you, and you comfortably occupy an abstract way of being. You rarely think about it, like you rarely think of people outside your immediate circle. Not because you loathe them but because they’re distractions, and you remove distractions. You’ll do whatever it takes to reach higher ground, even if that means disrupting entire galaxies to feed your purpose...as it feeds on you.

tagged by: @kylo-wrecked, obviously<3

tagging (getting assigned a ben/ren is a badge of honor stfu): @sceyth, @kinomorebi, @petitsdieu, @huntershowl, @vitalphenomena,

@eyeofvengeance, @muckcourt, @deficd, @inrovina, @certifiably-i,

@rejectory, @acharnemcnt, @renkniighted, @paraphysics, @valkxrie (although i'm sure you've already done this).