#i lost control of the muse

[oriarts]

munson family mornings over the years

[alteregozowie]

He's singing his heart out, while he finally, finally, cleans up this fucking radio tower. It looks like the apocalypse hit it twice over. Imagine....records, papers, drinks- empty or varying volumes of liquids, trash....everything everywhere.

This might be.....a two day project.

[dnangelic]

there will always b ppl who only follow me for dark hoping to get wooed that's just the nature of having a legendary middleschool sexyman for a muse but amongst my personal fav dynamics for him is a muse that is in fact way older maturity-wise forced to deal with his teenaged audacity

[mad-hunts]

barton protecting kids, including ones that are not his, will always be one of the things that i am willing to roleplay. because yes... he IS a serial murderer and a cannibal. BUT barton is also someone who would be willing to stand in between an assailant and a child every. single. time. if he saw that they were in trouble, because he just can't depend on anyone else helping them. and barton would quite literally hate it if he didn't try to at least do something to defend them.

[agentvalentine]

Look at me I did 4 whole replies on here AND a post about Brad. We're thriving.

[thisfrailheart]

Thinking about wolfstar and lovebites

[stcries]

I promise I’m here, my shark week has just drained me of a lot of my energy these past two days. I’ll get to working on drafts after I have a late lunch.

[daybreakrising]

@apocryphis: "a new outfit...? hm. i suppose miss furina did mention that certain events attended by a head of state do require a different kind of decorum than a judge's official robes..." neuvillette muses thoughtfully, under the gaze of the geo yaksha. "i cannot say i am too keen on too drastic a change, but... there is no harm in giving change a try, from time to time. you said you had ideas, general kapisas?" (yes you get that as bonus to the soft that will come in a second)

The Iudex is subjected to a keen, discerning gaze more suited to the appraisal of antiques than an assessment of the judge's current attire. There is a sharp focus to those golden-yellow eyes as Menogias slowly circles him, taking in every intricate detail, the fine fabrics, the ornate accessories. He says nothing, but upon occasion a sound rumbles in his throat that could, perhaps, be a hum of approval.

Truly, the man has fine taste.

At first, it seems as though the Yaksha hasn't heard the words uttered to the room, so focused is he on his appraisal - but when at last he comes to a stop before the judge, he lifts those golden eyes to meet that primordial gaze, and the corners of his mouth lift into a smile. "No, no. There is no need for any drastic change, Monsieur Neuvillette. You wear a very complimentary colour palette, and it is clear your outfit has been very finely tailored."

He steps back, gaze raking over Neuvillette from head to toe in one final, lingering study. "Hm... yes, I think we'll stick with the same colours, though perhaps in some softer tones, and carry through some more elements of white or silver. Ah, yes, and perhaps a brooch or pin that compliments your eyes. Truly, a fascinating colour. I suspect I shall have to recreate it myself. I doubt any of your boutiques will carry any such item."

There's a snap of gloved fingers, and then the Yaksha is moving in closer, hands deftly plucking and pulling at the Iudex's beautiful attire, inspecting the elements of the outfit in much closer detail. There is no hesitation in the way with which Menogias manhandles this illustrious individual - he adjusts the man's limbs as he pleases, runs his fingertips over the fine stitching and elegant adornments, admiring the talent and the vision that went into the creation of each piece.

Would anyone else dare to lay their hands so freely upon the reigning ruler of Fontaine, the Chief Justice himself? Almost certainly not. But when one has manhandled the likes of Morax upon multiple occasions, one has no qualms when dealing with others of similar standing.

"You have excellent posture," he remarks, hands smoothing across Neuvillette's shoulders once his examination is complete. "I find it a terrible shame when beautiful clothes are ruined by an inelegant form. You carry yourself well, if a little stiff. But you cut an imposing figure - it couldn't hurt to pare that back, soften those hard edges, offer a more welcoming visage, no?" A nod, a flash of a smile. "Yes, yes... I have some ideas that will work beautifully."

[byeolyeou]

like this for my au hongjoong , captain of byeolsong - the flying pirate ship . essentially a halateez pirate au . 'joong is chaotic and unhinged and not human , though he doesn't know what to call himself . he can wield the stars and command them , and he will use his charms to get what he wants .

[masquenoire]

Circe wasn't the first girl Roman kissed. He actually hit it off with another girl at the All Girl's Boarding School his parents sent him off to during his early teens, the two sneaking off for a bit of 'private fun' until the bullying incident occured where he lost his temper and glassed his tormentor's face.

[spiderwarden]

If there is ever doubt in her own skill, Minthara remembers that her mother wears scars from her own blade. Then all doubts melt away.

[remotespontaneouscombustion]

@theircurse​

He’s forgotten by now if he had an actual task in mind before doing this, or if he just wandered into a secondhand store absentmindedly because he had nothing better to do today. But either way he ended up walking through the small building with various items sitting around, most of them not seeming all that useful to him anyway. Though people he passed apparently must’ve liked them just fine because they kept stopping and ‘ooh’ing over things.

He had his own moment like this however, when he stopped over by a shelf in a far corner with stuffed animals piled onto it. Most sitting out and overflowing off the shelf, but for one of them there was a clear plastic container with three plush cats in it. He doesn’t know why he gets this impulse, but his gaze doesn’t linger on it for long before he’s hit with the idea of freeing them.

The intention behind this setup was likely for someone to take the cats out and leave the container. But Maki decides to take the container with him when he goes to pay for them, the idea of taking them out in the store doesn’t even occur to him. When they’re officially paid for he doesn’t wait up for the cashier either, he takes the box and rushes out despite verbal protest. He’s down the street before he stops at a bench and actually takes the three out, tossing the plastic box into a nearby trash can.

But now that he was holding all three, the impulse is gone and he’s not entirely sure what to do with them. They’re... soft? In a way he finds himself definitely not minding holding them, but it is a bit crowded holding three at once. ... Kids usually like plush toys right? Maybe Yumeno would like one or two of them?

Whatever his initial goal had been, he had no hope of remembering it now. He’s off to find Yumeno.

[mysfts-aa]

MUSES ADDED + REMOVED :

all red dead redemption muses have been removed, may make an appearance in the future, but not at all near by - STILL HAVE RED DEAD VERSES HERE THO.

muses added : mika samuals from the walking dead season 4, an older version and one where lizzie never killed her, exploring the aftermath of the whole ordeal - FC: milly alcock , young verse is optional / - jordi chin from the watch dogs franchise. - on that note, james potter is still going to be added at some point, he’s under ‘coming soon.’ i just gotta work out face claims, the minor shit. 

muses still around : pretty much all my ocs.

[astr0logies]

single mother oc . . . . maybe she was a teen mom--

[faeryworlds]

TAG DROP PART 2

[priceprime]

My love tells the story of weak gods

Tells me still "nothing is lost".

I tell her Van Gogh was painted by Jupiter

I tell her I am built with anger,

but made of love.

I tell her of the dream I have where I am running

Through the surf under the full moon

Balls of the feet beating the wet sand.

Where I am halfway down the coastline

Before I begin to choke on salt water.

I tell her I want to fall and scrape my knees

Just to remember what being a child was like.

Just to cry, just to scream.

I tell her every ridiculous thing and all the serious ones too

And she gently sets aside the ancient ache in my heart.

I cry silently, not in fear and quiet anxiety

I cry silently with the peace of safe haven-

With the peace of being seen and loved anyway.