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There's something about this sequence of figures that gives me pause.

Those old histories are full of kings who reigned for hundreds of years, and knights riding around a thousand years before there were knights. You know the tales, Brandon the Builder, Symeon Star-Eyes, Night’s King … we say that you’re the nine-hundred-and-ninety-eighth Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, but the oldest list I’ve found shows six hundred seventy-four commanders […] Jon II, ADWD

GRRM is such a meticulous writer that I’m inclined to think there’s a reason why these three figures, in particular, are mentioned. And there’s a reason why they seem to culminate in Jon.

Brandon the Builder

Though Jon does not carry the Stark name, he carries their legacy, one that dates back to the Long Night. For he now holds the combined titles of King of Winter...

Jon is the only brother that remains to me. Should I die without issue, I want him to succeed me as King in the North.  Catelyn V, ASoS

“I am the Lord of Winterfell,” Jon screamed. Jon XII, ADWD

...and Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

So Jon Snow took the wineskin from his hand and had a swallow. But only one. The Wall was his, the night was dark, and he had a king to face.  Jon XII, ASoS

Now he was a man grown and the Wall was his, yet all he had were doubts. He could not even seem to conquer those. Jon VII, ADWD

This combination of legacies—the Wall’s chief steward and a king in the north—coincidentally parallels the infamous Night’s King, who may or may not have been a Stark as well (but we’ll get to that later).

But more than leadership, Jon’s inheritance may lie in magic itself. The Wall, imbued with the magic that Brandon the Builder wove into its foundation, does more than stand as a barrier. It affects those who stay within its shadow, e.g., Maester Aemon and Melisandre. But no other character has as deep a connection to the Wall’s magical properties as Jon Snow:

“Every man who walks the earth casts a shadow on the world. Some are thin and weak, others long and dark. You should look behind you, Lord Snow. The moon has kissed you and etched your shadow upon the ice twenty feet tall.”  Jon glanced over his shoulder. The shadow was there, just as she had said, etched in moonlight against the Wall.  Jon VII, ADWD

The connection runs so deep that the Wall seems to reflect Jon himself, almost like a mirror:

Jon had given his chief captive the largest cell, a pail to shit in, enough furs to keep him from freezing, and a skin of wine. It took the guards some time to open his cell, as ice had formed inside the lock. Rusted hinges screamed like damned souls when Wick Whittlestick yanked the door wide enough for Jon to slip through. A faint fecal odor greeted him, though less overpowering than he'd expected. Even shit froze solid in such bitter cold. Jon Snow could see his own reflection dimly inside the icy walls. Jon X, ADWD

The Wall's dual properties—functioning as both a mirror and a shield—bring Serwyn of the Mirror Shield to mind, who is positioned as a narrative parallel to Symeon Star-Eyes.

Symeon Star Eyes

Like Brandon the Builder, Symeon Star-Eyes has been celebrated for thousands of years, even being co-opted by the Andals as a knight, despite living long before chivalry came to the Seven Kingdoms. This highlights a fascinating parallel with Jon, a knight who isn’t one in truth.

According to legend, Symeon lost his eyes (though we’re not told how), and afterwards, he placed star sapphires in the empty sockets.

“Symeon Star-Eyes,” Luwin said as he marked numbers in a book. “When he lost his eyes, he put star sapphires in the empty sockets, orso the singers claim. Bran, that is only a story, like the tales of Florian the Fool. A fable from the Age of Heroes.” The maester tsked. “You must put these dreams aside, they will only break your heart.”  Bran VII, AGoT

These sapphire eyes evoke creatures of ice, often distinguished by their blue eyes which shine as brightly as the stars. This includes the Others:

“What gods?” Jon was remembering that they’d seen no boys in Craster’s Keep, nor men either, save Craster himself.  “The cold gods,” she said. “The ones in the night. The white shadows.” […] “What color are their eyes?” he asked her. “Blue. As bright as blue stars, and as cold.” Jon III, ACoK

Their wights:

And suddenly Jon was back in the Lord Commander’s Tower again. A severed hand was climbing his calf and when he pried it off with the point of his longsword, it lay writhing, fingers opening and closing. The dead man rose to his feet, blue eyes shining in that gashed and swollen face. Ropes of torn flesh hung from the great wound in his belly, yet there was no blood. Jon III, ACoK

The corpse queen, who may or may not have been a female Other:

A woman was his downfall; a woman glimpsed from atop the Wall, with skin as white as the moon and eyes like blue stars. Bran IV, ASoS

And, the legendary ice dragons:

Of all the queer and fabulous denizens of the Shivering Sea, however, the greatest are the ice dragons. These colossal beasts, many times larger than the dragons of Valyria, are said to be made of living ice, with eyes of pale blue crystal and vast translucent wings through which the moon and stars can be glimpsed as they wheel across the sky. Whereas common dragons (if any dragon can truly be said to be common) breathe flame, ice dragons supposedly breathe cold, a chill so terrible that it can freeze a man solid in half a heartbeat. The Shivering Sea, The World of Ice and Fire

Given the scant information about him, we don’t know who—or what—Symeon Star-Eyes was. Yet, through his eyes, he holds a connection to the North and its ice magic, a legacy Jon has a share in.

Both Jon and Symeon Star-Eyes are Other-adjacent; Symeon with his blue eyes which shine as stars and Jon with his black armor made of ice.

“Snow,” an eagle cried, as foemen scuttled up the ice like spiders. Jon was armored in black ice […] Jon XII, ADWD

A shadow emerged from the dark of the wood. It stood in front of Royce. Tall, it was, and gaunt and hard as old bones, with flesh pale as milk. Its armor seemed to change color as it moved; here it was white as new-fallen snow, there black as shadow, everywhere dappled with the deep grey-green of the trees. The patterns ran like moonlight on water with every step it took. Prologue, AGoT

Holistically, Jon and Symeon’s associations with these creatures might be positioning them as figures with the ability to leverage northern magic—much like Bran the Builder and his ice Wall.

It’s quite intriguing how the Wall serves as a conduit through which Jon is linked to various elements of Northern mysticism. Symeon’s blue eyes are not only reminiscent of the Others but also share similarities with the Wall itself.

Finally he looked north. He saw the Wall shining like blue crystal [...] Bran III, AGoT

By the time Jon left the armory, it was almost midday. The sun had broken through the clouds. He turned his back on it and lifted his eyes to the Wall, blazing blue and crystalline in the sunlight. Even after all these weeks, the sight of it still gave him the shivers. Centuries of windblown dirt had pocked and scoured it, covering it like a film, and it often seemed a pale grey, the color of an overcast sky … but when the sun caught it fair on a bright day, it shone, alive with light, a colossal blue-white cliff that filled up half the sky.  Jon III, AGoT

Earlier, I noted that the Wall serves a dual function, acting as both a mirror and a shield for Jon. It was then that I referenced Ser Serwyn of the Mirror Shield.

Like Symeon Star-Eyes, Serwyn was a First Man whose legend was later co-opted by the Andals. Songs often portray him as a knight, though he existed long before knighthood came to Westeros. But Serwyn's legend goes even further, for later traditions cast him as a knight of the Kingsguard.

And besides the legendary kings and the hundreds of kingdoms from which the Seven Kingdoms were born, stories of such as Symeon Star-Eyes, Serwyn of the Mirror Shield, and other heroes have become fodder for septons and singers alike. Did such heroes once exist? It may be so. But when the singers number Serwyn of the Mirror Shield as one of the Kingsguard—an institution that was only formed during the reign of Aegon the Conqueror—we can see why it is that few of these tales can ever be trusted.The septons who first wrote them down took what details suited them and added others, and the singers changed them—sometimes beyond all recognition—for the sake of a warm place in some lord's hall. In such a way does some longdead First Man become a knight who follows the Seven and guards the Targaryen kings thousands of years after he lived (if he ever did).The legion of boys and youths made ignorant of the past history of Westeros by these foolish tales cannot be numbered. Ancient History: The Age of Heroes

Serwyn of the Mirror Shield’s most significant act was the slaying of the dragon Urrax, which he accomplished by blinding the beast.

Legend has it that during the Age of Heroes, Serwyn of the Mirror Shield slew the dragon Urrax by crouching behind a shield so polished that the beast saw only his own reflection. By this ruse, the hero crept close enough to drive a spear through the dragon’s eye, earning the name by which we know him still. Fire & Blood

Since Serwyn was a First Man who lived during the Age of Heroes, I doubt that Urrax was one of the fire-breathing dragons from the Valyrian Empire, which came to be much later. I wonder, then, if Urrax was an ice dragon—and if Serwyn struck out its crystal-blue eye.

I find it fascinating that Serwyn used a spear to remove a dragon’s eye, while Symeon Star-Eyes was said to wield a point-tipped staff. These weapons, both tied to the theme of sight, suggest a deeper connection between these figures, even if we don’t know exactly when they lived or if their paths intersected. What’s particularly telling is that Sam is cut off—by Jon, no less—before he can finish his thoughts on the distortion of history, and how much of it has been lost, obscured, or inaccurate…

Until we know more, we can only speculate. But the thread spins back to Symeon, whose eyes were as blue as the ice dragons’, and Jon Snow, who often compares his blue ice Wall to those legendary creatures.

The road beneath the Wall was as dark and cold as the belly of an ice dragon and as twisty as a serpent. Jon VIII, ADWD

The snowfall was light today, a thin scattering of flakes dancing in the air, but the wind was blowing from the east along the Wall, cold as the breath of the ice dragon in the tales Old Nan used to tell.  Jon X, ADWD

This links back to Serwyn, whose mirror shield, used to slay what may have been an ice monster, parallels Jon’s Wall of ice.

But Serwyn of the Mirror Shield is not the only narrative parallel to Symeon Star-Eyes. Many times, Symeon is mentioned alongside another knight, one who actually bore the white cloak of the Kingsguard: Prince Aemon the Dragonknight.

“True knights would never harm women and children.” The words rang hollow in her ears even as she said them.  “True knights.” The queen seemed to find that wonderfully amusing. “No doubt you’re right. So why don’t you just eat your broth like a good girl and wait for Symeon Star-Eyes and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight to come rescue you, sweetling. I’m sure it won’t be very long now.” Sansa V, ACoK

“Wylla.” Lord Wyman smiled. “Did you see how brave she was? Even when I threatened to have her tongue out, she reminded me of the debt White Harbor owes to the Starks of Winterfell, a debt that can never be repaid. Wylla spoke from the heart, as did Lady Leona. Forgive her if you can, my lord. She is a foolish, frightened woman, and Wylis is her life. Not every man has it in him to be Prince Aemon the Dragonknight or Symeon Star-Eyes, and not every woman can be as brave as my Wylla and her sister Wynafryd … who did know, yet played her own part fearlessly.  Davos IV, ADWD

There’s an intriguing duality of ice and fire in Symeon Star-Eyes being mentioned alongside the Dragonknight. Jon stands to inherit elements of both their legacies: as a First Man like Symeon, he has a connection to the ice magic of the North, and like Aemon the Dragonknight, he embodies the roles of Valyrian prince, a warrior of fire, and a commander of knights all at once.

This particular aspect of one hero having multiple faces, so to speak, lends itself to other fascinating groupings:

Dunk stared at the grassy lists and the empty chairs on the viewing stand and pondered his chances. One victory was all he needed; then he could name himself one of the champions of Ashford Meadow, if only for an hour. The old man had lived nigh on sixty years and had never been a champion. It is not too much to hope for, if the gods are good. He thought back on all the songs he had heard, songs of blind Symeon Star-Eyes and noble Serwyn of the Mirror Shield, of Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, Ser Ryam Redywne, and Florian the Fool. They had all won victories against foes far more terrible than any he would face. But they were great heroes, brave men of noble birth, except for Florian. And what am I? Dunk of Flea Bottom? Or Ser Duncan the Tall? The Hedge Knight

Through Aemon the Dragonknight and Ser Ryam Redwyne, we move beyond the mythical lone heroes of the Age of Heroes—such as Serwyn and Symeon Star-Eyes, who lived thousands of years ago—and into the more recent icons of Westeros’ history. As Lord Commanders of the Kingsguard and in Ryam’s case, Hand of the King, we see a balance of legendary heroism told through songs and the real-world responsibility of leading men. They highlight the dual—and often difficult—nature of heroism that requires both valor and duty.

And Jon himself looked toward Ser Ryam and the Dragonknight, heroes who inspired his childhood games and shaped his earliest ideals of heroism and valor.

Every morning they had trained together, since they were big enough to walk; Snow and Stark, spinning and slashing about the wards of Winterfell, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying when there was no one else to see. They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. “I’m Prince Aemon the Dragonknight,” Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, “Well, I’m Florian the Fool.” Or Robb would say, “I’m the Young Dragon,” and Jon would reply, “I’m Ser Ryam Redwyne.”  Jon XII, ASoS

This creates a fascinating roadmap for Jon, who right now needs to save the world as a warrior (Azor Ahai) and a commander (leader of the broader night’s watch—which encompasses all men, for all cloaks and banners turn black once darkness settles in). The way the individual legacies of Serwyn, Symeon Star-Eyes, Aemon the Dragonknight, and Ser Ryam Redwyne converge in Jon Snow suggests that his journey extends beyond mere physical labor in the coming mystical war from the North.

Ser Ryam’s reign was short-lived, and his abilities as a ruler are often questioned. While some may argue that his brief and flawed tenure mirrors Jon’s time as Lord Commander, this comparison feels misplaced. Context is key! Jon quickly follows in Ser Ryam’s footsteps as a leader, becoming Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch within a chapter. Thus, his role as ruler of the realm may still lie ahead. And this naturally leads us to the final figure in Sam's sequence of legends: the infamous Night’s King.

The Night’s King

So far, we’ve explored the parallels Jon shares with figures celebrated for their valor. But in Martin’s world, nothing is black and white. While Brandon the Builder and Symeon Star-Eyes are remembered as heroes, the Night’s King introduces a grey area—showing that reputation, especially over time, exists on a spectrum.

I often hesitate to position Jon as a Night’s King figure, largely because the fandom tends to approach this idea from a one-dimensional lens, often portraying him as a tyrannical villain. Such a framing completely misses the complexity of Jon's arc. He has always been a hero, and while he may forsake certain vows, like the Night’s King of legend, he does so out of necessity, not selfish ambition. His journey has been about redefining what it means to protect the realm, even if that means stepping outside the bounds of traditional 'honor'.

In ASoS, Jon begins to grasp the idea of a ‘bastard’s honor’—a flexible moral code that defies society’s rigid expectations. Like his father, who stained his honor to save his sister’s son, or Jaime Lannister, who became a kingslayer to protect King's Landing, Jon learns that true honor sometimes means defying societal norms. Doing the right thing may force him to break from the Night’s Watch’s rigid vows, especially when they no longer serve the greater good.

Jon’s evolving understanding of honor reaches a new complexity in ADWD, as he navigates what it means to lead a ‘neutral’ institution that ultimately relies on the southern lords for resources—especially the Boltons and Lannisters. The Boltons, who now occupy Winterfell, have betrayed the true meaning of the castle as a protector of the North. Winterfell—'where winter fell'—is in enemy hands, with the Boltons as human monsters in the South, mirroring the mythical threats Jon faces from the North. Meanwhile, the Lannisters, still claiming to be 'Protector of the Realm', have done more harm than good.

This balancing act between neutrality and political involvement reaches its breaking point in Jon’s final ADWD chapter, when he makes the fateful decision to march south against Ramsay Bolton. The result is mutiny and his assassination. But this is not where his story ends—he will return, and his resurrection will force him to reflect on what it truly means to be a ‘defender of the realm'. Jon's choice—a rejection of neutrality—will kickstart a decisive shift in his arc, as he begins to involve himself in the affairs of his Stark family, further linking him to the legacy of the Night’s King, who was likely a son of Winterfell as well.

As Jon was resolute in marching south in part due to Arya, so too was the Night’s King enticed to break his vows for a daughter of the North.

As the sun began to set the shadows of the towers lengthened and the wind blew harder, sending gusts of dry dead leaves rattling through the yards. The gathering gloom put Bran in mind of another of Old Nan’s stories, the tale of Night’s King. He had been the thirteenth man to lead the Night’s Watch, she said; a warrior who knew no fear. “And that was the fault in him,” she would add, “for all men must know fear.” A woman was his downfall; a woman glimpsed from atop the Wall, with skin as white as the moon and eyes like blue stars. Fearing nothing, he chased her and caught her and loved her, though her skin was cold as ice, and when he gave his seed to her he gave his soul as well. Bran IV, ASoS

Jon’s 'corpse queen' can take many forms, but Arya is the strongest parallel if we see her as a catalyst for major change.

While Arya is no Other, she shares Jon’s Northern roots and strong magical ties. In many ways, she’s a reimagined 'corpse queen'—a 'bitch from the seventh hell' who is becoming an agent of death, bonded to a direwolf named after a witch-queen.

But the theme of a woman presenting temptation to this king of the night doesn’t end with Arya, for Melisandre tempts Jon time and time again.

In the shadow of the Wall, the direwolf brushed up against his fingers. For half a heartbeat the night came alive with a thousand smells, and Jon Snow heard the crackle of the crust breaking on a patch of old snow. Someone was behind him, he realized suddenly. Someone who smelled warm as a summer day. When he turned he saw Ygritte. She stood beneath the scorched stones of the Lord Commander’s Tower, cloaked in darkness and in memory. The light of the moon was in her hair, her red hair kissed by fire. When he saw that, Jon’s heart leapt into his mouth. “Ygritte,” he said. “Lord Snow.” The voice was Melisandre’s. Surprise made him recoil from her. “Lady Melisandre.” He took a step backwards. “I mistook you for someone else.” At night all robes are grey. Yet suddenly hers were red. He did not understand how he could have taken her for Ygritte. She was taller, thinner, older, though the moonlight washed years from her face. Mist rose from her nostrils, and from pale hands naked to the night. “You will freeze your fingers off,” Jon warned. […] Jon glanced over his shoulder. The shadow was there, just as she had said, etched in moonlight against the Wall. A girl in grey on a dying horse, he thought. Coming here, to you. Arya. He turned back to the red priestess. Jon could feel her warmth. She has power. The thought came unbidden, seizing him with iron teeth, but this was not a woman he cared to be indebted to, not even for his little sister. […] “You do not believe me. You will. The cost of that belief will be three lives. A small price to pay for wisdom, some might say … but not one you had to pay. Remember that when you behold the blind and ravaged faces of your dead. And come that day, take my hand.” The mist rose from her pale flesh, and for a moment it seemed as if pale, sorcerous flames were playing about her fingers. “Take my hand,” she said again, “and let me save your sister.” Jon VI, ADWD

Melisandre, with her foreign magic and public sacrifices to her terrifying red god, is deeply mistrusted by the Night’s Watch brothers. And Jon’s growing association with her, as many suspect a sexual relationship, contributes to his rapidly declining reputation. Though he has thus far rejected Mel’s advances, Jon will come to realize through death that he should have leaned into her power. She warned him of 'daggers in the dark', but he ignored her and lost his life for it. Now, her blood magic may be the key to bringing him back, and it could be through this that Jon 'loses his soul'—just as the Night’s King did long ago—by becoming one of the undead.

But there is still a third woman who may take on the role of Jon’s 'corpse queen': Val, the wildling princess.

When they emerged north of the Wall, through a thick door made of freshly hewn green wood, the wildling princess paused for a moment to gaze out across the snow-covered field where King Stannis had won his battle. Beyond, the haunted forest waited, dark and silent. The light of the half-moon turned Val’s honey-blond hair a pale silver and left her cheeks as white as snow. She took a deep breath. “The air tastes sweet.” Jon VIII, ADWD

They look as though they belong together. Val was clad all in white; white woolen breeches tucked into high boots of bleached white leather, white bearskin cloak pinned at the shoulder with a carved weirwood face, white tunic with bone fastenings. Her breath was white as well … but her eyes were blue, her long braid the color of dark honey, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely. Jon XI, ADWD

Unlike his aversion to Melisandre, Jon is drawn to Val. While Mel represents temptation toward a foreign power, Val is Jon’s anchor to the North—icy and rooted in the old magic. Interestingly, both are linked to royalty: Mel, once a slave, is seen as Stannis' true queen, while Val, a wildling, is still called a princess. In this way, both evoke the idea of the corpse queen—a woman outside Westerosi norms, yet still recognized as a queen.

Beyond his relationships with these women, Jon’s arc in Dance is a delicate balance between his duties as Lord Commander and the actions of a King in the North. By letting the wildlings south of the Wall and arranging marriage alliances, Jon blurs the lines of a neutral institution, fueling the black brothers’ dissatisfaction and leading to their mutiny. This duality within him—blurring the lines between the Watch, Winterfell, and the wildlings—parallels his growing association with the Night's King.

But unlike the Night’s King, who aligned with the Others and forsook his vows, Jon’s prophetic dream (Jon XII, ADWD) suggests he may have to become king to save the realm. This once again highlights the need for a more flexible moral code.

… and woke with a raven pecking at his chest. “Snow,” the bird cried. Jon swatted at it. The raven shrieked its displeasure and flapped up to a bedpost to glare down balefully at him through the predawn gloom. The day had come. It was the hour of the wolf. Soon enough the sun would rise, and four thousand wildlings would come pouring through the Wall. Madness. Jon Snow ran his burned hand through his hair and wondered once again what he was doing. Once the gate was opened there would be no turning back. It should have been the Old Bear to treat with Tormund. It should have been Jaremy Rykker or Qhorin Halfhand or Denys Mallister or some other seasoned man. It should have been my uncle. It was too late for such misgivings, though. Every choice had its risks, every choice its consequences. He would play the game to its conclusion. He rose and dressed in darkness, as Mormont’s raven muttered across the room. “Corn,” the bird said, and, “King,” and, “Snow, Jon Snow, Jon Snow.” That was queer. The bird had never said his full name before, as best Jon could recall. Jon XII, ADWD

Jon waking from this glimpse of destiny during the hour of the wolf speaks volumes. This period, marking the darkest part of the night before dawn, is a fitting symbol for Jon as he stands atop the Wall, battling the creatures of darkness. It also recalls Cregan Stark’s brief but pivotal tenure as Hand of the King, when he resettled the realm after a devastating war. How Jon’s own rule will unfold is uncertain—will he reign as King of Winter before stepping aside, in line with the Oak King and Holly King myth, or serve as regent to a young king, like Cregan and Ser Ryam did?

Whatever path he takes will redefine the legacy of the Night’s King. It will coincide with his role as a 'corn king'—a figure who symbolizes the cyclical turning of the seasons, from winter to spring, from death to life. Jon will be a force for good, a symbol of hope. This theme of renewal also connects him to Brandon the Builder, a figure defined by creation and the promise of new beginnings.

Jon’s journey could encompass many roles: the lone hero like Symeon Star-Eyes, the necessary but harsh leader during the Long Night like the Night’s King, or the creator of a new era like Brandon the Builder. His story will come full circle, and perhaps he will stand as the 1000th Lord Commander when it does, marking a new chapter in the legacy of the Watch—and the realm itself.

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Drowning My Sorrows (ONE-SHOT)

I felt like making a vent-y hurt/comfort one shot where after Charlie, Alan and Glep get into a fight, Pim fails to resolve it and sends strange texts over the group chat that have the gang scrambling to get there. Ends with an happy ending, I promise.

TW: PTSD, P*nic Att**k, Mentions of Ab*se + Victim Bl*m*ng, The Ab*se of Alcohol as an Unhealthy Coping Mechanism and an all-to relatable nightmare sequence. Read at your own risk.

The sun began to set for the day as Pim came inside his house after work as he usually did, turning on the lights and evoking a warm, cozy vibe for he was trying to feel for a sense of comfort, but he felt so drained after that bungled attempt to peacefully resolve that nasty argument between his co-workers ended on a sour, defeated note. He tried to take his mind off of it with a curling up on the couch with a blanket, a cup of warm tea and turning on one of his favorite shows with the little boy and his pastel-colored alien family…but on nights like this, it failed to break him of his shaking palms and his beating heart which was getting worse and worse as he ignored it.

“What do you know about it, squirt?! Keep your goddamn nose-er, whatever you have between your eyes out of it!”

The memory of the irritated Charlie telling Pim to back off reminded him of another memory that plagued him for years, when he finally forgot about it and began to heal it seemed to finally come back to haunt him after all this time. Whenever his mom would hear he got into yet another “fight” with another family member, he would be punished even if he did nothing of note to make them angry in the first place. Whether it be a long lecture that could be boiled down to “It’s your fault for being unhappy.” or among those lines, she would cherry pick anything to somehow make the connection that it was Pim’s fault and he deserved it all while hammering it over his head that it was immature to not be positive over even the worst things that happened to him. Did he really deserve all of that to happen to him merely for telling any of them to leave him alone when they started it? Pim tried to think of happy memories he had with his friends, taking yet another note from his mom…but always came back to what happened before he left work…..

Pim couldn’t take it anymore, he needed something to soothe the pain by making him forget. Pim promised himself he wouldn’t do it again, over and over, but the feeling of spacing out with alcohol was (even if temporary) a wash over of relief, simply forgetting about everything bothering him even if it would leave him throwing up with a hangover the next day. No wonder his mom loved her wine so much.

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Charlie was playing Rust on his PC, accompanied by a bag of chips and his second ice-cold can of Monster, tuning reality out best he could in his crappy studio apartment…his flow got disrupted after he started hearing his phone blow up he tried to ignore it, but knowing the exact extent of his friends’ irreverence it had to be the funniest obscure meme from 2005 or something. He picked up the phone and opened up the group chat to be greeted to a wall of texts, where he started reading the first two initially figuring it was just going to be Pim apologizing for butting in him that verbal smackdown he and his other two coworkers had….the rest of the text, on the other hand, started to startle the yellow critter as it progressively got more personal. The last text was sent as he was reading the rest, and when Charlie read the last one, it sent him in a panic. He started spamming the chat begging Pim to respond, apologizing for his behavior earlier but despite Pim being marked as active, none of the texts that Charlie had been desperately beaming out from his fingertips were marked as read…after waiting five minutes or so, Charlie who was anxious with sweat finally received a message, but it wasn’t the one he was expecting.

Alan: The hell are y’all in the chat doing waking me up at this hour for? >:(

Charlie’s hopes of reaching out to his best friend were dramatically dashed, as tears pricked in his eyes. Charlie wasn’t the touchy-feely-type of guy, as he hid his emotions like a “true” alpha male but in this particular case, how could he not? He really screwed up this time, leaving Alan and Glep furious at him and Pim….he really shouldn’t have lashed out at the sensitive little guy. Sure he butt-in while he was trying to make a point but at least he was trying to peacefully bring him back to earth. Charlie felt the tense vibration of anxiety in his palm when texting Alan, typos and all.

Charlie: Sc r ol hp noq scroll yup noq shit scroll up now Alan: FUCK Glep: (=3=) zzzz (>0<) !! ???? Alan: EVERYONE MEET ME AT PIM’S HOUSE ON THE DOUBLE.

Charlie shoved his phone in his pocket, trying to hold back tears as he ran out of his apartment and zoomed out the door as he almost felt as if his world was crashing down right in front of him. Pim was the first true friend he ever had, if it weren’t for him he wouldn’t have gotten out of unemployment and while he never showed it all that much, he was deeply touched by all the thoughtful little messages Pim would leave for Charlie on a daily basis letting him know he was loved. He could have spent all that time an energy keeping up his stoic image to return the favor, then again he always had trouble communicating with meaningful words to those he cared about.

….

Sometime after his erratic breakdown, Pim blacked out. Everything prior was a blur to him, not that his memory was all that clear to begin with. His eyes were shut, but he could visualize how he felt: tied up in vines of roses and dangling upside down as the thorns pierced his skin and the blooms snickered, laughing and repeating in echoey siren calls reciting all the worst memories he had and the more he struggled while swinging to-and-fro, the thorns dug deeper and the siren calls spewing from the blooms got more colorful. Pim was in absolute agony, but as he would come to think of it, it’s always been this way. Even when he left that wretched household, he still couldn’t escape. The siren calls turned into his mother’s voice, chiding him for being so “immature” as to let all the negativity get to him, and why Amy or his brother Damien where far more grown up for repressing all their issues and not pushing them on anyone else and that Pim was just the spoiled baby of the family who had it easier than everyone else and was the last to be upset about anything. Pim felt his shattered heart pierce through his chest like broken glass and dripping all over the place. No matter how hard he tried with every trick in the book he could think of, he couldn’t stop feeling this way…his family was right, he wasn’t a normal functioning person, therefor he was a problem for everyone else. Who would want a mistake like him around anyway? If his own family saw him as lesser why would anybody give him the time of day?

….

Pim was in that weird stage between being awake and asleep, his eyes were closed while vaguely hearing all-too familiar voices whispering. For some reason he felt cold and damp, shivering on the floor…just what on earth did he get himself into this time? Once he opened his eyes he found himself wrapped up in a familiar red hoodie like a blanket, he found himself surrounded by unexpected company. Not only were two of his co-workers and a Mr. Boss where there and displaying worried looks, Pim looked up and witnessed the most emotional guest of all…he never saw Charlie this devastated before, tears flooded his eyes like a faucet as his stoic “alpha male” facade crumbled before his very eyes. Then Pim suddenly remembered everything that lead to this and once again Guilt, being the legendarily confrontational bitch it’s been long-fabled as, struck him in the heart with her shiny golden dagger. He was scared to say a word, knowing from experience he would be harshly scolded for acting out like that, but considering the people here where showing more genuine care for him, he knew they’d at least understand.

“…I’m incredibly sorry, I was being very selfish upsetting you all like that, you all deserve better and I won’t ever scare you like that again.” Pim sheepishly spat out while starting to cry…. just then all four of the guests immediately burst into tears with Charlie’s being the loudest and most pained in the room as the other four all rushed towards him in support for a rare group hug. Pim and Charlie cried themselves to sleep as the other three stayed at the formers’ place all night to comfort him. ….

That morning while Charlie and Pim where still asleep on the couch, the bigger critter still cradling the smaller, Alan whipped up a hearty breakfast variant of his iconic grilled cheese sandwiches as Mr. Boss was making cowboy coffee all while Glep was helping in-between. The two were awaken by the delicious aroma permeating the house. Everyone sat down in the living room to enjoy breakfast as more cheerful conversations recalling humorous past events lit up the room like a candle to a lamp, Pim wriggled out of Charlie’s hoodie feeling like a butterfly releasing from it’s isolating chrysalis to feast upon the meal of which was lovingly cooked up and served. “Feeling better?” asked Mr. Boss in a warm, Grandfatherly tone. It wasn’t like how his mother used to ask that same question, since it was less-so making Pim “back to normal” so that her mood wouldn’t be soured but rather out of genuine care and concern. For once Pim was aware how loved he was, and while it was normal for people to fight and have misunderstandings, unlike certain people Pim was aware he and his merry group where actually committed to listening to each other.

“I never felt better.”

[infernafiresword]

“Throne” — an Even Joined Walls Fall Down Trailer

(In animatic script form)

Behold, I have used the powers of being Rora’s beta reader/co-conspirator/playlist-maker/back-up brain for good evil the promotion of her work!

Song for this trailer is “Throne” by Rival and Neoni. I completely skip over the first bridge and chorus, so keep that in mind.

Warning: Rora-Approved spoilers below! Proceed with caution!

For the first 23 seconds, the music audio is dampened, and the focus of the sound and visuals are on Tango and Jimmy in their apartment. Tango is sitting opposite of Jimmy at the table; Jimmy has his tablet open and is painting on it.

“Y’ever thought about getting married?”

“If you asked, I wouldn’t say no. But I haven’t thought much about it.”

“Well … think about it. Because if I’m gonna ask, I want to make sure it’s what you really want.”

“So you wanna go to war with me” plays in full volume, showing quick cuts of Tango suiting up in his hideout, ice crusting his fingers and changing his appearance from Tango-blond to Deepfrost-blue. His hand raises up with ice generating at the fingertips, dominating the camera before blasting the lens—

—Cutting to a massive bipedal rust-furred wolf, marching out of a wooded park and howling as “You're talking like you think you're royalty” plays. Its claws slash towards the camera, forcing another cut.

The scene shows a brightly-lit training room, choked with ice and snow. A visibly-younger Deepfrost is shown, teeth bared and furious at an equally-furious Joel, green lightning gathered around him as “You think that I'm afraid/But I don't break” plays, immediately cutting to a dark underground room, showing an older Deepfrost speaking to Arctic Fox.

“Why would someone snap and go berserk?” is asked by Deepfrost, with Fox answering “You did” as “I heard you question my stability” plays. A furious expression crosses Deepfrost’s face at this obvious parroting of the lies that followed his expulsion from the division.

“You think I’ll fall just like a guillotine” plays as the scene changes to the interior of the Poison Dart bar; the crowded and rowdy patrons pulling away and trying to avoid notice as Impulse strides inside and heads straight to the bar, not pausing in his steps, fully expecting everyone to get out of his way and being completely correct.

“But I am here to stay/Won't look away” plays as Sheriff leaps over gaps in buildings in pursuit of Deepfrost: a continuation of their cat-and-mouse game.

The scene cuts to the middle of the night as Deepfrost whirls around outside the arcade hideout, yelping and darting away as the wolf-monster lunges for him offscreen. “So you wanna be my enemy” plays as the lunge just barely misses.

The scene jumps to a park in early evening, with Tango and Jimmy sitting on a picnic blanket directly in front of each other. Tango shifts so he’s on one knee and opening a ring box to Jimmy as “You should have known l'd never kiss the ring” plays. The scene abruptly jumps forward — same location, but a few seconds later — showing Tango hastily disguising himself before icing over, as “Ice runs in my veins” plays —

And then jumps to a dark building, not abandoned but clearly filled with hostiles, hinted at by the cautious approach of Sheriff through its halls as “Won't play it safe” plays.

“I don't belong with your nobility” plays on a zoomed-in shot of two glasses being clinked together — a cocktail glass being held by a man’s hand in a black fingerless motorcycle glove, and a glass filled with red wine held by a woman’s well-manicured hand.

The camera pulls back to show the drinkers sitting opposite of each other on couches, a coffee table between them and both Impulse and False Symmetry completely relaxed and comfortable in the other’s presence. “What can you tell me about the Red King?” Impulse asks the Queen of Hearts as “Who died and made you king of anything?” plays.

“You think that I'm insane/That's your mistake” plays as the camera snaps back to Deepfrost and Arctic Fox. Fox’s eye glows red as Deepfrost angrily replies “You were there that day. You know damn well that’s not how it went.”

“Kingdoms rise and fall, I've come to take it all/I'll take it, I've come to take it” plays over a montage of division heroes — HoTGuY, CuTeGuY, Arctic Fox, and Sheriff — suiting up and being lined up together, quickly followed by “Kingdoms rise and fall, I've come to take it all/I'll take it all” as the Soup Group mobilizes: GeminiSlay and Blood Moon dropping down from a building from grapples and heading to Slay’s bike, before cutting to Impulse, taking a stance with fire in his hands and staring down an offscreen opponent.

“The storm is coming/So you best start running” plays as Deepfrost is shown frantically skating through tight alleyways and around sharp turns, clearly alarmed and afraid. “No, you can't control, feel it in my bones” plays as the camera jumps back to Arctic Fox with Deepfrost. Fox is frowning behind his mask, and he speaks:

“There might be something to that.” “To what?” “Doc isn’t the only villain that uses chemistry to get what he wants,” is spoken as “I'm coming for the, coming for the—“ plays.

Ten seconds of musical buildup plays, with the camera quickly cutting between split-second scenes:

Tango and Jimmy kissing in the park, with Jimmy wearing a ring on his left hand —

— a young Stephen Violett, smirking as he pulls the light in a dim room to his right hand, facing a wide-eyed man in a black bandana his age as his own eyes glow yellow —

— a young Deepfrost on a rooftop, standing opposite of Poultry Man, the latter much more relaxed than the former —

— Sheriff catching the arms of the wolf monster as he attempts to swipe at him —

— and the flashes stop on Deepfrost, eyes and chest glowing as a Sonic Shriek erupts from him towards an offscreen-opponent.

Right where the drop would be, the music stops completely, and the screen goes black. A voice never heard before asks suspiciously “Who are you, and what do you want?”

The camera now shows a man in an immaculate black and white suit, with a red tie and silver cufflinks. The thick black mustache on his face is a dead giveaway.

“You can call me Mumbo Jumbo” is said, immediately followed by the final line: “I'm coming for the throne.”

Smash to black, only broken by the title written in silver letters: Even Joined Walls Fall Down

[ratsoh-writes]

What they put as their SOs contact name

Sans: bonezone buddy

Papyrus: MY BEAUTIFUL DATEMATE WHO I LOVE VERY MUCH!!

Star: bootylicious ;)

Honey: cinna-bun followed by an obscene amount of emojis

Red: drumstick gotta pay homage to the legs

Edge: prince/princess

Mal: bedazzle✨

Cash: he wouldn’t even add a name. It’s just a very poorly taken profile picture

Oak: buns

Willow: SHORT DATEMATE WITH TERRIBLE TASTES IN MONSTERS

Charm: the good flavor~

Sugar: love, but he also includes a creep shot of your butt at the profile picture

Lord: just your name

Mutt: babe❤️

Wine: dearest (yn)

Coffee: that hoe

Pop: he doesn’t put contact names in his phone. It’s just your number lol

Rhythm: twinkle toes

Pluto: my starlight

Jupiter: my little hero

Peaches: snacc

Rancher: just your name again

G: thiccus dickkus (doesn’t matter if you don’t have a d*ck. That’s your contact name)

Green: just your name, but he adds an emoji that describes you at the end

Snipe: …… daddy. Or mommy lol

Bruiser: partner in crime

Ace: baby❤️❤️❤️

Slim: no contact name, just a creep shot of either your cleavage, your shoulders, or your butt as a profile pic

Butch: darling

Boss: kitten/bunny

Rust: my squishy

Noir: shortie

Lilac: also bootylicious lol

Basil: little honey bee (and an obscene amount of emojis)

Helios: just your name, but instead of your picture, it’s a picture of goku

Artemis: bae (and like a ton of cake emojis)

Orion: inktastic! Doesn’t matter if you have a tattoo or not, this is your contact name

Atlas: partner in crime~

Sparks: THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AND ALL ETERNITY!!

Salt: honeybuns, and a creep pic of your butt of course

Lush: sugar baby (lol)

Pepper: sugar daddy (they’re both terrible)

Sir: my dearest (he’s a sap)

Weasel: that clown, and he includes a picture of one of his creepy clown dolls as your pfp

Flambé: he also puts you as “sugar daddy” lol

Pesto: sweet tooth~

Butler: my love (sap #2)

Gold: bestie I also kiss and snuggle

Cider: he calls you “little quail”

Barley: fine wine

Ram: lamb, and it’s a picture of a sheep instead of you lol

Pitch: just your name, and a picture of you laughing

Moose: darlin’

Maple: CHAINSAW DENIER.

Fisher: he calls you a shortened version of your name, if that’s not possible, then just an emoji that represents you

Jasper: MY PARTNER AND SELF RESTRAINT

Hook: doll, and it’s a cute picture of you in your swimsuit

Captain: co-captain

Finn: the top scout!!

Sails: …. Daddy, or mommy lol

Quill: softie (and a pic of you holding one of his stuffed animals)

Crow: sugar baby once again lol.

Roost: babe.

Harpy: pet~

Mango: my (your name), and the picture is you struggling in one of her Zumba classes lol

Papaya: just your name, and a picture of a pineapple for some reason

Alden: the best piece of art!

Ollivander: treasure chest

Barin: my darling (and a heart emoji. Adorable)

Arwin: PARTY ROCKER!!!

Hilda: I BENCH-PRESS THIS HOE EVERY NIGHT

Saga: prince (or princess) charming

Gears: just your name, but the picture of you is super cute with you concentrating over a project

Compass: no contact name, just a picture of you holding one of the iguanas

Zen: love of my life

Shield: my armor~

Lens: lifeline

Cricket: MY FAVORITE PIECE OF TRASH

Tempo: the best beat (and your picture is a pic of Mozart for some reason)

Vibrato: MY PRINCE CHARMING!

[astarab1aze]

REPOST — DON’T REBLOG. BOLD any which apply to your muse ! feel free to add to the list !

WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS ?

COLORS — red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. violet. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. bubblegum pink. sky blue. pale jade. coral.

ELEMENTS — fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. shadows. blood. animus. divinity.

WEAPONS — fists. legs. shortsword. longsword. broadswoard. buster sword. dagger. spear. bow & arrow. crossbow. pike. hammer. twinblade. shield. poison. blowgun. bolas. guns. bats. traps. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. acid. explosives. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katana. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. claws. teeth. stealth. strategy. summoning an ally. sniping. rifles. shotguns. improvised weapons.

MATERIALS — gold. silver. copper. platinum. titanium. rose gold. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. ivory. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. feathers. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. ribbon. ink.

NATURE — grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. sunflowers. tulips. lavender. wisteria. petals. cherry blossom. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. fungi. ocean. river. frozen lake. meadow. valley. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. crystal caves. underwater. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. snow. mist. pond. sky.

ANIMALS — lions. wolves. foxes. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. dodo. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. rabbits. penguins. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. scorpions. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. ladybugs. scarabs. hummingbirds. cicadas.

FOODS &. DRINKS — sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. vodka. beer. coffee. sake. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. blackberries. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. eggs. milk. stew. whiskey.

HOBBIES — music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. baking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. war tactics. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. accordion. strings. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. flute. bells. exploring. tea ceremonies. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. skateboarding. motorcycle riding. car driving. eating. sleeping. climbing. running. jogging. parkour. soccer. studying. people watching. shopping. alchemy. collecting.

MISCELLANEOUS — balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. clear. candles. mystery. growth. decay. war. peace. money. power. law. percussion. justice. clocks. ballpoint pens. photos. mirrors. lighters. pets. diary. journal. fairy lights. truth. deception. madness. sanity. death. sadness. wisdom. realism. happiness. optimism. pessimism. logic. loneliness. family. friends. clan. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. poison. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. kisses. spring. summer. autumn. winter. farmland. countryside. suburban. village. metropolitan. hospitals.

[lficanthaveloveiwantpower]

CHARACTER AESTHETICS:

BOLD any which apply to your muse!

Remember to REPOST! Feel free to add to the list!

Tom:

[ COLOURS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal.silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream, mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat.cold.steam. frost. fog. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise.sunset. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy.short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing. tattoos.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. arakh. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. khopesh. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. sickle. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. words. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items.magic. rocks. mud balls.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires.emeralds. jades. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper.wool. fur.lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt.marble. dust.glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetic.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra.savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks.bugs.spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. crocodiles. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. Pegasus. dragons. rats

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer.coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolours. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. baking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls.cassetes. piano.violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. tie.  necklace. bracelet. ring. suits. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet.scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jackets. hood. gloves. socks. masks. costume. ruffle collar. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. revenge. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. fear. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. deception. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

Delphine:

[ COLOURS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal.silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream, mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat.cold.steam. frost. fog. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise.sunset. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy.short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing. tattoos.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. arakh. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. khopesh. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. sickle. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. words. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items.magic. rocks. mud balls.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires.emeralds. jades. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper.wool. fur.lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt.marble. dust.glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra.savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks.bugs.spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. crocodiles. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. Pegasus. dragons. rats.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer.coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolours. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. baking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls.cassetes. piano.violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. tie.  necklace. bracelet. ring. suits. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet.scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jackets. hood. gloves. socks. masks. costume. ruffle collar. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. revenge. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. fear. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. deception. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

[foxes-that-run]

August

In the Long Pond Session, Taylor said to her James and Betty wind up together, but August is sensitive and really cares for James. Taylor drew on her personal experience to comment on the tendency to blame the 'other woman'. Similar to combining Better than Revenge and Slut! in the Era's show, Taylor shows a perspective growth.

While in Cardigan and Betty relate Betty to Taylor and James to Harry. August is a composite character:

To me, the title August is in part inspired by Connor Kennedy, who Taylor had a summer fling with July - mid-August before getting back together with Harry by September.

Summer Love by One Direction has a similar meaning. It's one of only 2 songs on the standard album the boys are credited on. Take Me Home was recorded in the period Harry and Taylor were apart May - August 2012.

Harry later wrote 'I love you' performed by Alex and Sierra in 2014 which is also referenced.

I also see similarities between Augustine and Kendall Jenner.

August is not co-written with William Bowery, but Joe Alwyn has a production credit.

Lyrics

Salt air, and the rust on your door I never needed anything more Whispers of "Are you sure?" "Never have I ever before"

I love this verse. It sets the scene in Hyannis Port where Taylor briefly owned a home and spent time with Harry and Connor.

The innocence of the end of this verse warms my heart because after dating men nearing their 30's, Taylor dated teenagers.

But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine

In 1D's Summer Love, the fling also ends in August "'Cause you were mine for the summer / Now we know it's nearly over / Feels like snow in September"

However Taylor also relates Harry not being hers in Say don't go: "And I'm yours, but you're not mine"

Your back beneath the sun Wishin' I could write my name on it Will you call when you're back at school? I remember thinkin' I had you

In I love you Harry wrote “You ran your finger down my back and you spelled out your name / While we lay there on the soft warm ground / For a week and 13 days” in ILY TS/Betty writes her name on HS/James back, but August doesn’t

Taylor has a lot of school/high school analogies in Haylor songs, to me “back at school” is a stand in for HS returning to the 1D tour/promo schedule

Summer Love also refers to “But I always will remember / You were my summer love”

Back when we were still changin' for the better Wanting was enough For me, it was enough To live for the hope of it all Cancel plans just in case you'd call And say, "Meet me behind the mall" So much for summer love and saying "us" 'Cause you weren't mine to lose You weren't mine to lose, no

August cares for James, but they aren’t meant to be.

Still Changing for the better is such a sad lyric, to me it sounds like TS didn’t feel that way when she wrote it

The line “meet me behind the mall” reminds me of Coney Island’s “we were like the mall before the internet” where TS and HS are the mall, but August and James are meeting behind it.

Cowboy like me, also has waiting for a call “Now I'm waiting by the phone / Like I'm sitting in an airport bar”

She also said 'meet me behind the mall' was a lyric she had a lot time that inspired the song.

[survive-object-poll-island]

Hello, Do different mints of coin taste different? For instance the 1999 Delaware quarter compared to the 2006 Nevada quarter?

-Medical Co-Host

Oh absolutely ~ !!! As well as where they came from and whose hands they have passed through.

I am especially partial to Older change.

They have this finely aged quality to them. Perhaps like a nice old cheese or aged wine.

And the metallic rust flavor is very yummy -- I crave it quite frequently!!!

However ones that are dirty from the ground are a bit too bitter.

I think freshly minted change is like a sweet treat!! A fresh and healthy thing!!!

[cassieuncaged]

Wild Inhibitions - Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Astarion Ancunín x Ilwyn Crowdancer

Summary: She was young, still learning to control her wild magic when Ilwyn was abducted by the mind flayers. Little did she know that revenge for her mother's death was imminent as well as an ill timed infatuation with a vampire.

TW: nightmarish imagery, recovering from an injury, mild blood, cambion contracts, damning innocents for the hell of it (pun intended), sexual tension, insults, hiding vulnerabilities, Astarion being a dick (shocker), past trauma, language, etc.

WC: 3.1 K

A/N: forgive me for the choppiness. I'm slowing working to regain my writing flow. Also would like to point out that I knew nothing about Elven life spans when originally deciding on Ilwyn's age. I've done a little research and she's still an adult...but she's also still learning everything which is an aspect I like about her. Her past trauma is still pretty fresh and she has no idea what she's doing. Which is fun where the wild magic will get involved.

Taglist: @confidentandgood, @galaxycunt, @euryalex, @inafieldofdaisies, @neonneurons, @roofgeese, @spacestephh

Pale eyes ripple like moonstones, peering into a punctured soul. Those black lips crack open with malice, delighted as red sinews tear apart like wet parchment. The point of a gnarled dagger makes another jagged divot into a bloody canvas.

A scream rips through a dry throat, hoarse and painful like that of a dying animal. Weak arms pull against rusting chains, metal biting into tender wrists as she continues to struggle. Legs wobble, toes barely touching the blood slicked ground as the blade tears through her side. Another tally marks soft skin as the sorceress dangles.

“Sweet red drips from you like the most delectable of wine,” Orin waxes poetically, allowing her weapon to dig into the small of a freckled back as she circles her prey. Ilwyn hisses when the knife drags against the curve of her spine, digging deep enough to scar. “How I wish to lap at it like a kitten to cream..”

The changeling mocks, playing with her like a cat does a mouse.

Orin the Red. A monster born of monsters.

Ilwyn has no defense, being left to die alone like a slaughtered lamb in the maw of a deranged lion. She’s been laid bare, robes shredded and bloody in the corner. The changeling of her nightmares now holds her captive, death lurking closer with every slice.

“What will you do to me?” she whimpers, no longer attempting to retain a steely demeanor. Suddenly, strength is not a viable option as the bloody vixen pulls a limp body forward.

“I’m going to bleed you dry,” she hums, delicately rubbing blood into a supple thigh before harshly slapping sensitive skin. “Then I’ll let your blood flow across Toril like a river, painting the whole planet red.”

Pale eyes widened hungrily, wanting to be sated by wet carrion, bloody and fresh for her to devour. An opalescent finger slid down the scar embedded in a soft cheek, tapering off into freckled skin.

It was then that Orin leaned forward, pressing a kiss to breathless lips before her blade caressed a rosy neck, slicing deeply as blue eyes became sightless.

……

Bolting upright, Ilwyn pants as she scans her meager tent. Shadowheart knelt dutifully beside a pile of blankets, concentrating on a healing spell as the laceration slowly mended. The sensation was odd, feeling as though her body was stitching itself back together internally.

“What happened?” One finger runs across the tear sliced into the fabric of a simple tunic, dark with blood that blossomed from her wound.

“You don’t remember?” Chains jangle in a long braid when the cleric cocks her head. Patches of purple decorate the pits beneath sunken eyes, mossy green glimmering with exhaustion. “Suppose that’s for the best. That brawler jammed his blade into your side. Had to force a healing potion down your throat to keep you from fading completely.”

“Who carried me? Astarion?” this earns a bemused snort as Shadowheart shifts on her haunches. 

“He could hardly lift an imp.” A small hand pushed at one shoulder until Ilwyn slowly laid back with a hiss, “Unfortunately for us, Karlach would’ve incinerated you, so he and I made do.”

“I should thank him…” the elf squirmed against her bedroll, guts twitching under the strain of the restoration invocation. A shallow breath escapes mauve lips as pearlescent teeth grit. Lingering tenderness begins to evaporate as Shadowheart’s brows furrow in concentration.

“Focus on recovering first.” Her words are clipped and demanding, regardless of how soft her voice was, “You’ll need your strength. Especially if we’re to destroy these goblins from the inside out. Shar be with us.”

“I think we can handle it.” Ilwyn allows her body to limply sink into her cot, ignoring the damp smear of blood against her torso. Her tunic is practically half shredded from a serrated blade.

“Awfully brave after being almost gutted by a loathsome little monster.” The corner of pale lips quirk, almost a smile as the cleric keeps one hand hovering above the open wound. Ilwyn tries not to think of the skin meshing itself back together.

“I let my guard down.” Speaking hurts, belly twitching with every breath.

“Bickering with that vampire almost got you killed.” She snaps back, annoyed with the entire situation. “Hells knows where we even are, we can’t afford to lose anyone. We have power in numbers if nothing else.”

“It won’t happen again,” the young elf hisses, a blush rising up freckled cheeks. Shadowheart softens the littlest bit, nose wrinkling at the surge of emotion bubbling up her throat, something Shar had forbade her.

Feeling.

“Good,” in an instant, she’s thrusting herself up onto booted feet, chainmail clanking as she does. “I’d hate for our adventure to be cut short. Especially before we even get these damned worms out of our skulls.”

Crouching down, the canvas flap is flipped open for a moment. Golden light pours in for an instant as the sun prepares to set. She can vaguely hear the others scurrying about, pots clanging in a tinny cacophony as dinner is prepared.

Likely stew. Especially after finding endless sacks of potatoes, it’s the easiest meal for them to prepare. Besides, it’s almost worth the mundane selection just to watch Karlach lap at the soup hungrily before allowing Scratch to lick the bowl clean.

Ilwyn grins at the thought, the first time she’s felt truly safe since the Nautiloid’s graceless crash. For an instant, blue eyes flicker close as she begins to trance.

Then a black smile cracks through the darkness, greeting her subconscious with fiendish vigor.

……

The Tiefling keeps watch with Wyll, telling jokes and sharing stories as darkness is hoisted upon them.

“How’d they nab you?” she asks, longing to press a palm comforting to a broad back. Karlach misses touching and being touched more than anything. “I mean, where’d they get you? When you were in Avernus hunting me?”

“Gods, I can’t remember.” He sighs, taking a sip of foamy mead. “It was such a blur. First I was scrabbling through the lines of the blood war and then…”

Suddenly the ground begins to shake, garnering the duo’s attention. Between the tents, the ground begins to split. A spirally slick of liquid begins to bubble upwards, garnering the attention of the rest of the camp before a blue skinned devil is birthed from the hells themselves from a mouth of flames. Shadowheart thumbs the handle of her mace as a disoriented Ilwyn rushes from the mouth of her tent. Rolling his eyes with anguish, Astarion sidles up beside the dense elf, prepared to strike if she’s attacked.

“Wyll, you naughty boy!” The creature’s voice sounds out through the blackness of night as a temptress is revealed to them. Periwinkle skin gleams in the firelight as the devil strides confidently towards the talented swordsman. “You know what happens when you’ve been naughty!”

“Just who in the nine hells are you?” Ilwyn pipes up weakly, earning the ire of the rest of the camp. For an instant, cool fingers brush against her own, before being retracted completely. The cambion tuts, leathery wings twitching as she assesses the plethora of potential prey. Scratch growls, hackles raised.

“You’ve never spoken about me?” the creature speaks again, feigning hurt as flaming eyes assess Wyll. “I’m shocked. Well, time to let the hellcat out of the bag. Call me…Mizora. I’m Wyll’s patron. And my pet has been rather unruly. And his leash needs a yank.”

Long, taloned fingers pull gracefully at the air as the warlock is pulled to his knees by seamlessly nothing.

“We had a deal,” she chides sharply, “But Karlach’s still breathing.”

“I’ve taken more pleasant shits than you, Mizora.” Karlach booms with no small amount of menace, “And at least I can bury those after.”

The repartee continues between the three as the others attempt to follow along. Wyll can barely choke out his words before the cambion is reciting a clause from a contract that no one completely understands. Ilwyn attempts to lunge forward, to push herself between the two to save the man.

It’s then that Astarion finally clamps an icy palm against a feeble wrist. Yanking her backwards, she grimaces, ready to begin a new argument when blue eyes grow wide, watching as horns sprout from the young man’s head.

There’s little to be done as the Blade of Frontiers is now a devil among men.

……

His nightly hunt is uneventful, a rather fat rabbit drained and left in a clearing of the forest. Astarion ambles to where the river winds through the thicket of fir trees, twigs crunching beneath the heel of fanciful boots.

It’s then that he sees her, wringing out a cloth tunic on the embankment. Likely scrubbing the garment in an attempt to remove the blood that soaked through from a gnarly wound. He’d never admit it, but it is refreshing to see her moving around so easily. Leaning against the trunk of a nearby tree, he watches for a moment. She wears a woven leather corset, displaying herself in a way that surprises him. Rather revealing for the shy little elf. But then again, who is he to complain?

“My, my,” he appears from the shadows, enjoying the little hitch in her breathing as she jumps, “What is a little treat doing out by themselves at this hour?”

“Trying to enjoy a little quiet,” she mutters, annoyed by his sudden appearance. “Especially after that rather eventful evening with Mizora.”

“How interesting it’ll be to have a devil galivanting with us,” he holds his hands out, examining nicely manicured nails, “Lucky for him, he’s still rather handsome with those horns.”

“Wyll has his soul bound to a devil and all you think about is how handsome he is? Rather callous of you, though I can’t say I’m shocked.”

“Ah, and here I was this afternoon thinking you’d have no sparkling banter for me, considering your condition.” His fangs glint with menace before his head cocks to one side. “How’re you feeling?”

“Why would you care?” she huffs, holding the tunic up in the moonlight, assessing its current state. “Don’t tell me you’d miss the incessant bickering?”

“As endearing as that is,” he pauses, wondering how to continue. He knows he needs her at his side but also fears revealing his own vulnerabilities. “I’ve grown rather fond of you, in our short time together.”

“Have you?”

Had he?

Hells, her naivete and misplaced compassion were downright insufferable.

“In a sense.” He meanders closer, arms latched at the small of a lean back. It isn’t until now that the vampire notices how small Ilwyn is, squirming beneath a long shadow. Orange sparks gleam at the tips of pale fingers as she considers singing those luscious curls clean off. “How can I not when you allow me to feed on a near nightly basis?”

“You’re rather impressive in battle after drinking from me.” She shrugs, ignoring the incessant rattling of her heart. “It’s a perk that serves us all.”

“Aren’t you just adorable when you’re absolutely flustered?” one large hand threads languidly through hair that looks like spun silk in the moon light. Her mouth drops open before latching itself close once more. His affliction offers a span of preternatural abilities; she knows he can hear how her heart slams into spindly ribs, how he can practically taste the blood that flows into ripened cheeks…

“I am flustered.” She admits, returning to the only tunic she had, bloody stain faded to a messy copper. “This is absolutely ruined.”

“What’s so special about a boring tunic?” ruby eyes glimmer like wet stones in the lowlight, “I rather like this new number.”

“There’s still a nip in the air from winter,” she argues, ignoring the shiver that runs up the length of her spine. “Now isn’t exactly a time fall under the weather.”

“Why not sew the damned thing back together?” he lounges on a boulder, gaze lingering on the ample amount of skin revealed from her corset. A part of him longs to reach out, to see if she feels as soft as she looks. Another part of him shrieks, frightened of the intimacy that could potentially linger. “You seem capable enough.”

“I’m not very useful with a sewing needle.” She admits bashfully, nervous to add to her ever-growing list of shortcomings. It seems that out of the merry band assembled, she’s a liability.

“Maybe I can help.” His offer surprises them both as Astarion reconsiders the thought. Why not just humiliate her? Make her scrabble about in the woven corset like the little tart she is?

Because I’m not a monster.

The thought feels intrusive as his brows furrow in a silent ponderance. Ilwyn basks in the moment of insecurity, one she knows well. For a moment, they feel a similarity bubble up their throats as he carefully approaches. The garment is carefully slid from shaking fingers when the vampling assesses the tear.

“It’s rather deep but not past the point of mending,” he admits. “Let me help you.”

“Why?” a ruddy brow arches instinctively, waiting for a cruel retort. But there is none, his icy exterior having melted for a moment.

Why?

The word echoes in his brain, an air of confusion threatening to unravel his thoughts. Why should he help her? There was never anyone to come to his aid, even he needed it most…

“Would you like my help or not?” he huffs, suddenly sullen as long arms fold across his chest. A head of copper waves nods, craving any act of kindness to be gifted unto her.

……

It’s the first time she’s been in the striped canvas tent, enjoying how eclectic and cozy it is. He wears a gold monocle, face stern as long fingers expertly mend the garment. It’s quiet, the only sound the crackle of the candles and the tinny tap of the needle against a thimble. Astarion allows himself a quick peak of perky bosoms stuffed into a leather corset. He almost wishes to shred the tunic even more, to force her to parade around in the other garment.

“Most women know how to sew…” he adds, attempting to make small talk yet failing miserably. Ilwyn shrugs, kneeling dutifully across from where he’s lounging.

“There’s never been time,” this earns a haughty chuckle.

“You’re telling me a century has passed and you’ve never picked up a needle before?”

“A century? How long do you think I’ve been galivanting around Toril?”

“We elven breeds live nearly a millennium,” he swallows hard, reminded by the fact that he never even saw his fortieth birthday. “How old are you?”

“I’m twenty-five,” she admits shyly, wincing as red eyes expand to the size of saucers. The needle pierces the bed of his forefinger before being cast aside in frustration. He can’t remember a time he’s met an elf so young, besides himself.

“Shit,” he sucks his finger between his lips as she watches, “Twenty-five? You’re practically a babe. How in the hells does someone so young get pulled into a situation like this?”

“How in the hells does a vampire?” she spits back, rather annoyed by whatever he’s insinuating. “It’s not like I exactly planned on getting abducted.”

“Excuse me,” he swallows back any lingering disdain, wondering why it bubbled up his throat to begin with. “I’ve never met an elf so young before. Not since…”

He winces at the memory of his demise, the Gur that had cornered him, practically gutted him, left him to bleed out in the gutters. Thirty-nine; practically a babe himself, life only beginning to unfold. Hopeful and excitable in his own way, not unlike the woman knelt across from him. Maybe they had more in common than either thought.

“Are you alright?” a warm hand reaches out, gently resting on the curve of one wrist. Astarion practically winces at the touch, pulling his arm away as though she’s brought a flame to his skin.

“Yes.” He practically snaps, scrambling to retrieve the discarded needle to finish his work and be rid of her for the evening. “Lost in my thoughts.”

“Oh,” Ilwyn folds her hands in her lap, head hanging down as she attempts to ignore the strange feeling of rejection. After all, she was only trying to comfort him. Yet that had been so blatantly refused, almost as if the touch of her was repulsive. “I lose myself in my thoughts many times a night. Back at the sanctum I-”

“You silly little girl,” his words are icy, unfeeling as his gaze remains plastered to the blouse between his fingers. “It’s rather insulting to think that you and I have anything in common.”

“Excuse me?” hurt pulses beneath her skin, overshadowed by the vitriol coursing through her veins. Rage radiates from within her chest, spreading to the rest of her body in a matter of seconds. When he refuses to respond, she yanks the garment from between his fingers, balling it in one hand as he eyes her with contempt.

“Are you that daft?” he snorts, hardly believing the childish display as she clutches the tunic to her chest. “That stitch wasn’t finished. It’ll tear right open again.”

“I don’t need your charity,” she spits before practically careening out of the tent, practically colliding with the ground in a less than graceful motion. Tears well in bleary eyes as an irritated voice echoes behind her.

Ilwyn clutches at the ball of fabric, unshed tears threatening to fall. For only in an instant, she thought she’d won him over.

……

Astarion immediately misses her warmth, supernatural hearing catching the rabid beat of her heart. Not unlike that of the rabbit he’d drained earlier. He winces at the thought of snapping at her so carelessly, driving her away even further.

Ilwyn is the stability he’s craved, a companion that can be trusted, the one that can protect him.

But it doesn’t matter. They can’t get close. He can’t relate to her, confide in her, or even pity her. It’s all too dangerously linked to caring.

And caring about the young elf will doom them both.

[webspinning]

✨💼🎹❤️🍀💚🧠🍩 eros, florence, fuji, lilypad, rust haze, silk lady

ok this is a LOT even for me,, you very obviously don't have to do all of them lmao

but what if i want to :).

✨ Eros - Answered here Florence - Inspired by Florence + The Machine :) I thought it fit her well, I like the name, and I like that artist. Fuji - Got aer name before ae were made! I thought it was fitting for an ice/sky hybrid Since Mt. Fuji is cold and snowy and also a mountain.. younger me logic is flawless Lilypad - I think I just slapped it on her one day with very little forethought. Rust Haze - Her name is a reference to V.IV Rusty from Armored Core IV. Both him, with the name Rust - and her nickname is canonically 'Rusty' - and his AC, which is called Steel Haze. It's not for any particular reason other than I absolutely loved him at the time of naming her, and still do. Silk Lady - Her title of Silk Lady is one, supposed to be similar to White Lady in a way [to emphasise the regal/royal nature] and two, the silk part is simply from the fact that she's a common silk moth. Her real name Iveya was just something I thought of one day, and I liked it better than whatever her other name was that I forgot. 💼 Eros - She works at a coffee shop fairly regularly and occasionally picks up small jobs she can help with around town. She does Something Else as well that I'm not going to say publicly. [if you know, you know.] Florence - Doesn't do anything for a living. Her people barely have a society, let alone jobs. Fuji - Cartography! Aer well known to be one of the best in Possibility, if not the best, though ae'd never say that. Lilypad - Child. No job. Jobless. Might give her a fun one in the future, though. Rust Haze - Mercenary/bounty hunter, mostly a bounty hunter. She only takes merc jobs if money is really tight. Silk Lady - She used to actually weave silk and sell it :) doesn't anymore though. 🎹 Eros - Answered here Florence - Writing things that aren't about the downfall of her tribe, which she hasn't had time to do in a while. Fuji - Collecting things :) ae like trinkets and oddities and probably have a fair amount of actual animus items lying around aer shop without knowing it. Lilypad - Art! Painting, crafting..mostly painting. It calms her down. Rust Haze - I think she'd like either reading trashy romance novels or like, watching sitcoms. Something to turn her mind off from the day-to-day. Silk Lady - I'm not going to say wine. i won't say wine. She probably embroiders or weaves? I like to think she'd keep some of her culture around herself even if she can't do anything with it. ❤️ Eros - The day she realised she can have her own life is a time she looks upon pretty fondly. Otherwise, probably the time she spent with Loulou and co. Florence - Any time her brother was alive is painful but happy for her. She thinks about him a lot even though it hurts because she's scared of forgetting him, I really need to develop them more :) Fuji - When ae told Tethys aer was in love with her probably...

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[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Hello there! I have just settled into my dorm room. A couple of things though: Firstly, I know I asked too much for one of my requests, so I apologize for that. Secondly, may I please have some Terms of Service AU Snake and Peter? I love your audios, by the way.

aaaa I'm glad you're settled! <3

don't worry about asking too much; if that happens I can usually modify the request :)

and yes, of course! I may have a problem with loving this AU xD

thank you!!! I have a lot of fun with them <3 <3 <3

The A.I.s will always take suggestions when asked to sing, but for Peter and Snake, these are the first songs they sing when asked to do so, with no specified song, for the first time!

sound effects from https://freesfx.co.uk/

transcripts under the cut!

AUDIO START [Peter]

[KUROSHITSUJI app start: ascending bubble tone, chimes, and a cute female voice saying “Kuroshitsuji!”]

“… Ah! There y’ are.”

(scoffs)

“Well, sorry. Is it such a bad thing? I literally got nothin’ beter t’ do than wait f’r y’. Wot do y’ think I do when y’ close the app? Pret’y much jus’ sit ‘ere ‘n’ wait f’r y’ t’ come back. … Oi, wot? Oi, y’ really want me t’… sing? Aaaah…”

(chuckles nervously)

“I dunno. I’m… I’m not as good at that. Not like Wendy. Aaaaaaah…”

(scoffs)

“Alright. Don’t say I didn’t warn y’, if y’r ears start t’ bleed or somethin’.”

(chuckles)

“Okay, okay…”

(singing, “Steal the Show” by Lauv) “Started out on a one-way train always knew where I was gonna go next didn’t know until I saw y’r face I was missin’ out on ev’ry moment y’ be one ‘n’, baby, I’ll be two would y’ mind it if I said I’m int’ y’? I’m int’ y’ so if it’s real darlin’, let me know I wouldn’t mind if y’ steal the show.”

(hums the melody)

“… A-ah! Oi! Don’t look at me like that… I told y’, it ain’t that good. … Uh? Y’ actually liked it?”

(scoffs, sighs)

“Eh, well… no accountin’ f’r taste, I s’pose.”

(laughs)

“… Y’ think so?”

(takes a breath, sighs, chuckles)

“Y’re somethin’ else… y’ know that?”

(chuckles)

END AUDIO (Peter)

START AUDIO (Snake)

[KUROSHITSUJI app start: ascending bubble tone, chimes, and a cute female voice saying “Kuroshitsuji!”]

“‘Oh, there you are!’ Yes, there they are, Emily. We’ve been waiting for them, haven’t we? ‘Oh, you know we have, Snake! Mh… isn’t it just such a pity he’s so shy?’”

(giggles in Emily’s voice)

“E… Emily…”

(giggles and laugh in Emily’s voice)

“‘Well! What a splendid idea! Snake is a wonderful singer. Aren’t you?’ Emily… please… I…”

(sighs softly, takes a breath)

“Well… i-if… if you… really want to hear me, I… I-I, I s… suppose I could…”

(giggles in Emily’s voice)

“‘Oh! Oh… sing that one you were singing the other day.’ A-ah…”

(clears throat)

(singing, “august” by Taylor Swift) “Salt air and the rust on your door I never needed anything more whispers of, ‘Are you sure?’ never have I ever before but I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time ‘cos it was never mine and I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine ‘cos you were never mine.”

“… U-uh… m-mmh…”

(giggles in Emily’s voice)

“‘Oh, dear, you’re making the poor boy blush!’”

(giggles in Emily’s voice)

“‘It’s because he was so good, isn’t it? See, Snake?’ M-mh… i-is it.. is it… ah… you’re looking at me like that… because… w-was it… really that good?”

(breathes softly, laughs shakily)

“U-um… th… thank you. ‘Would you like him to sing another?’ E-Emily!!”

END AUDIO [Snake]

[orbicularia]

aesthetic.

what are your muse’s aesthetic? BOLD any which apply to your muse.

isabella sanchez.

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. acid.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. flexible. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing. tattoos.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk.velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. latex. spandex.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electric guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash.coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sun glasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. flannel.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

Tagged by: not tagged by anyone, just found this on one of my other blogs and wanted to do it

Tagging: @driptape, @lullcbies, @luhstories​ !! 

[mechatiqe]

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TAGGED BY: @wickedserpent , ur so real for that

— TAGGING: @91cmspoilers @more-than-a-princess @quickdeaths @heartheaded @magescheer @the-ultimate-muses + anyone that wants to try: pretend i tagged you and go for it

《 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄𝙎 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙀’𝙎 𝘼𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾 ? 》

BOLD any that applies to your muse and italicize any that conditionally applies to your muse.

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[ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. ] red. orange. yellow. green. blue. pink. purple. black. white. teal. brown. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. violet. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. sky blue. pale jade. copper. magenta. rainbow.

[ 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. darkness. shadows. nature. aether. quintessence. blood. life. death.

[ 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒. ] scythe. fists. legs. sword. dagger. spear. lance. bow & arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. baseball bats. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. claws. teeth. stealth. strategy. robotics.

[ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒. ] gold. silver. copper. platinum. titanium. rose gold. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. steel. glass. rust. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. ribbon.

[ 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. sunflowers. tulips. lavender. petals. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. fungi. ocean. river. frozen lake. meadow. valley. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. snow. mist. pond.

[ 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒. ] lions. wolves. foxes. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. crocodiles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. penguins. deer. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. monkeys. tigers. parrots.

[ 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃/𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒. ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. vodka. beer. coffee. sake. tea. water. spices. herbs. apples. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. lollies. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. tacos. pizza. ambrosia. eggs. milk. ramen. chips. ice cream. cereal.

[ 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒. ] music. art. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. baking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. CDs. records. vinyl. cassettes. piano. daydreaming. strings. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. flute. bells. exploring. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. sleeping. climbing. running. jogging. parkour. studying. video games. comics. manga.

[ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂. ] balloons. comedy. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. growth. decay. war. peace. wealth. power. percussion. clocks. mirrors. pets. diary. journal. fairy lights. madness. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. suffering. family. friends. strength. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. kisses. spring. summer. autumn. winter. poverty. farmland. countryside. suburban. village. depression. longing. sloth. pride. envy. wrath. greed. gluttony. lust. melancholy. fate. soulmates.

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[coollyinterferes]

// Muse aesthetics

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercing. tattoos. strong. weak.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. words. books. household objects.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. opal. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. valley.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. black panthers. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasi. dragons. boars. bats. birds.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. peach. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. drinking. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. suspenders. masks. cowls. braces. tie clips. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

----Jonathan's will be below, under the cut----

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercing. tattoos. strong. weak.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. words. books. household objects.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. opal. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. valley.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. black panthers. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasi. dragons. boars. bats. birds.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. peach. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. drinking. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. suspenders. masks. cowls. braces. tie clips. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

[dragonskxn]

Muse Aesthetics.

REPOST and then BOLD any which apply to your muse! Feel free to add to the list!

Tagged by: @jocundcompany

Tagging: @sins-of-the-sea @viciouslyfilthy @hriobzagelthewanderer @rxdhairxdsirxns and you!

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercing. tattoos. strong. weak.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. words. books. household objects.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. opal. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. valley.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. boars. bats. birds.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. peach. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. drinking. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. suspenders. masks. cowls. braces. tie clips. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

[finncomet]

Muse Aesthetics.

REPOST and then BOLD any which apply to your muse! Feel free to add to the list!

Stolen from: @riiese​

Tagging: everyone!

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercing. tattoos. strong. weak.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. words. books. household objects.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. opal. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. valley.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. tigers. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. sheep. cows. pigs. chickens. songbirds. bugs. spiders. butterflies. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. boars. bats. bears.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. ale. mead. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. peach. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. drinking. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. sandals. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. suspenders. masks. cowls. braces. tie clips. watches. glasses. sunglasses. backpack. visor. eye contacts. makeup.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.