#munofmanyminds

[loveisliquor]

@munofmanyminds gray doesn't sleep much. she's notoriously nocturnal-- it's the best time to stream and normally, its silent. but for the past 3 weeks, despite the constant use of her noise-cancelling headphones, her neighbor has been insistent on providing the world's raunchiest soundtrack. night after night, she's had to listen to them give multiple orgasms to whichever girl they'd taken a fancy to (and there were several, she has perfect pitch-- and she can tell the difference). tonight, though-- it's silent and somehow that's oddly worrying. she knows it's overstepping to show up at their door with questions, but she's never been one for propriety or boundaries. she's still rumpled from sleep when she knocks on their door. it isn't until after they open the door that she regrets not...attempting to look a little less hobitt-y, she tugs on the edge of her oversized white t-shirt and shifts in her bunny socks.

"....are you okay? like is everything...alright round here? it's been suspiciously silent tonight and i came to see if you were....you know, alive. i'd hate to have a dead body next door so--" she gives them a soft smile. "i'm gray by the way-- i'm next door."

[dcydrecmings]

closed for @munofmanyminds

based on: We always see each other in the elevator and now we’ve gotten stuck because of a power outage so really, I guess we should get to know one another at this point.

It was meant to be the best apartment block around, yet she'd been able to point out issues from the moment she moved in. Her siblings liked to claim that she was 'being overly picky like usual', the elevator breaking proved her point in her own mind. Still a building with an unreliable elevator was preferable than being at her childhood home. What wasn't so preferable was being stuck in the elevator with somebody else. "Please for the love of god, tell me you're not claustrophobic?"

[allloveisfolly]

@munofmanyminds

They've been good. Uncharacteristically good. Almost unnaturally good...so Alex should have known they were headed for a major bump in the road sometime soon. She's fresh off the stage at the first panel of a 3 month press run for her newest project and she should be basking in the glow of the awards season buzz that's been building ever since she got involved but she isn't. She can't. She broke her own cardinal rule and clicked the trending twitter tag that bore her own name. Just like her publicist had predicted, the speculation is already running rampant about her and her ex. Filming with him had been equal parts infuriating and fulfilling because as terrible as they are for each other off screen, all of the chemistry between them made for on-screen gold. They've had multiple meetings with their publicity teams where the obvious question has been floated and she's batted it away each time but...there's Oscar buzz on the table now, getting more eyes on the film with the promise of a real life rekindling of the co-stars might push them both over the edge where publicity is concerned and that changes things.

She's sat on the edge of the bed. Jaw clenched and mind racing through all of the possible ways she can bring this up to Roman. Try as she might, she can't seem to figure out a way to package this that won't blow up the delicate balance they've maintained for the past few weeks. She hears the soft click of the front door as he gets back in and braces herself for whatever will come next before she calls out to him. "I'm in here, babe."

[dcrknesshums]

closed starter: @munofmanyminds !!

❛ miss crest, i assure you, everything is under control... ❜ kelis mused, speaking with a clear and crisp confidence that wasn't supported by the quick beating of her heart. her supervisor, and meela's actual representation in a court of law, may be the one pulling the strings— given as she was nothing more than an intern — but it was kelis who always became the one to provide meela reassurance when it was needed. it was difficult, oftentimes, in a professional setting, not to give away the fact that her and meela had gotten incredibly familiar; on a wildly unprofessional basis. however, kelis credited herself with being able to put on a strong face and a clean act. no one would ever catch her doing anything wrong because kelis didn't let them — especially if said things would put her career at risk.

walking around the desk and moving closer, kelis reached out a tender hand to brush the exposed skin of meela's shoulder. her touch was soft, comforting, and she tilted her head to the side. ❛ i know i'm just an intern but, you know i care about you right ?? i'm not gonna let them get away with this. this guy can pull all the strings he wants but he's not going to get away with stealing from you, babes. you understand me ?? ❜

[overnightheartbeats]

What Color Personality Are You?

Irvin Grey, Danielle Anderson, Aaron Contreras-Sandoval, Eric Mendoza

Your color is Orange

Attributes: optimistic, friendly, perceptive

Optimism and friendliness characterize people, like you, whose personality color is Orange.

You are friendly and nurturing, but may need to take care that your good nature doesn’t lead others to unload all their frustrations on you without any reciprocation.

People whose personality color is Orange aren’t typically big party people. You prefer smaller gatherings where you can engage with everyone else.

You’re whimsical and value zaniness in others. You’re also bubbly, in an infectious, happy, joyful way. You see the best in people, despite what others may say about them. And you’re a forgiver—to a fault.

As a hopeless romantic, breaking connections is difficult for you. When you open your heart, it’s all or nothing. This means you love deeper, but also that heartbreak hurts more. You may never stop loving former flames, with hopes of one day rekindling. But you are never opposed to new opportunities for love and connection.

tagged by: @ruinedsoulsrp Tagging: @evcrlasting, @cursivebloodlines, @musebluebird, @munofmanyminds + anyone else who sees this on the dash! :)

[ruinedsoulsrp]

starter for @munofmanyminds based on this

Was this some sort of joke? He wasn't sure. CT certainly hadn't expected to ever see them again, and especially not three years later at his door step. His brows furrowed slightly as he stared at them. "What're ya doin' here?"

[mversefunhouse]

"Oh," Rachel frowned as if that thought hadn't occurred to her. As if she believed the red faced man where little more than one of those wooden marionette she'd seen in a market once --his balls nothing more than his pretty little strings-- and if she broke him, he'd crack and splinter without much of a fuss. "I do so adore this shirt and would be very sore to see it ruined--" She turned to her victim then, eyes hard and narrowed "--especially by the likes of you." And with that, she released her grip on the man's jewels and wiped her hands against her pants (very close to the hilt of the dagger she kept strapped at her hip), lips pursed in disgust. "Besides, we've much better things to spend our coin on." A night at one of the better inns in town, being the most important. One of the perks of coming to port was being able to sleep in an honest to goodness bed again. Her bones ached at the thought. Keeping her eyes on her former victim as he rocked himself back and forth on the floor, she settled back against the bar, one elbow resting on her partner's knee, the other still bent at her side in case she truly needed to pull her blade free. "What is it with men thinking they can treat us like whores in a brothel? --The least he could've done was buy me a drink first. Common courtesy and all."

"I'd wager it'd be a pretty bloody show..." Alexis mused, eyeing her partner from her perch at the bar. Countenance relaxed as ever, all she'd done when Rachel grabbed the man was take survey of their surrounding company - just to make sure the guy didn't have any friends ready to pounce. "We'll probably have to leave a big ass tip if we ever want to set foot here again." She glanced behind her at the owner of the fine establishment they currently inhabited, and grinned when she received a curt nod of agreement. Then she set her sights on the pitiful excuse for a man currently begging her companion for mercy he likely wouldn't get. Her lips pursed as she weighed the pros and cons. "Might be worth it though..."

[loveisliquor]

@munofmanyminds

she's sober this time, maybe out of guilt-- possibly out of fear of developing a habit she wouldn't be able to shake. it's been 48 hours since she snuck out of blake's house, since she kissed him, and she can still feel the echo of it in her blood stream. blake always brought things to the surface, feelings she was ill equipped to deal with, feelings she was constantly running from, all flared to life at the sight of him.

she comes baring gifts, his laundered shirt and a box of pastries from a bakery down her street. It feels inadequate, but she owes him the attempt at the very least. and maybe, this time she'll stay long enough for them to get to the bottom of this thing, long enough for them to feel finished. or start again--

she rings the doorbell, and waits. each second makes her stomach churn with dread. and then the door opens--

and it's not blake at all--

it's a girl and she's beautiful.

"oh-- um-- Hi. I'm looking for Blake? Is he home?"

[deepinthedarkworld]

@munofmanyminds

A week. 7 days since it happened. 7 days since she had locked herself inside her apartment and not opened the front door for anyone. Fiona knew, clearly Axel had told her of his suspicions. Her friend had tried taken her to the hospital but she had not wanted to go. Denied anything had happened. Her absence blamed on her falling ill. In a sense she hadn't been lying, not with her vomiting and not sleeping.

After seven days, Fiona had had enough. Using the spare key she had locked herself into Esmés apartment and bribed her friend to come out for some food. Friendly bribery had been the source of Esmé finally agreeing and after a long shower, some makeup and getting dressed in a white knitted turtleneck, along with some black jeans, she was ready to go.

Once they arrived at their destination, Esmeralda was surprised to find Thomas and Axel waiting for them. Sitting down across from them, her mind was brought back to Axel running a bloodied hand through his hair. He looked cleaner now, of course. A little less pissed. Though the sight of him still had her pulse quickening, fingernails digging into her palms. "I hope it's okay I invited them. Figured it would make you feel a little better to see some familiar faces." Her friends words barely being registered.

[dcrknesshums]

@munofmanyminds

[nyctcphiliacs]

Teeth gritted together. God, why did she always fuck assholes? It's like she was a glutton for punishment. Instead of answering him, lips merely smack together in annoyance, perfectly manicured nails suddenly of absolute interest. As if she didn't just break into his apartment to see him, "So glad you're seeing it my way." A bright grin flashed despite the sarcastic tone she held. Eyes narrowed on his form as he moved, watching closely to see what exactly he was doing. Not following for a beat or two when he disappeared into the kitchen, trying not to seem- Eager? Distrustful? or paranoid? Perhaps some odd combination of the two, but finally, curiosity wins out, and she comes to stand in the doorway just as he's finished his question. Scoff falling with his words, "Do you really think that little of me?" Lips pouted for a moment as arms crossed themselves over ribs. "I checked your schedule." said innocently enough despite the sinister undertone that permitted word.

"Yep." The finality of that one word, the indifference all but dripping from the pop of that final 'P' ignored the very real probability of the blonde's temper flaring. He could see it in her eyes though; fire. Maybe this was the time to back away, but Cole had been so bored lately, the risk somehow seemed worth it. Besides, what was the worst that could happen? She was about as threatening as a butterfly. He chuckled then, shaking his head at her reply, voice dripping with humoured sarcasm when he replied: "Well, then this absolutely seems like a proportionately measured reaction. My apologies." He righted himself, leaving the door frame to move past her towards the open kitchen. "Just wondering aloud here," he then mused while he opened the fridge and grabbed himself a beer, "what were you going to do if I didn't come home tonight?" He turned back to look at her, coming to lean against the kitchen counter as he regarded her casually, "- or came home with someone else?"

[onyxedideas]

@munofmanyminds

For the past week or so, all they’ve been doing is arguing. Bringing each other to the verge of a full-blown fight and then retreating over and over again in the same exhausting cycles. This time, though, it isn’t just arbitrary mood swings on her part. There’s an underlying reason why she’s been all over the place recently. She isn’t the best communicator, that’s always been a fact, but she’s been even more closed off than usual and even more likely to snap at the most insignificant things (if that’s even possible). For the most part Roman’s been doing a brilliant job of disengaging before they go too far.

Tonight, though. Tonight, they’d full on exploded, and as much as Amaka knows she should feel the exact opposite, there’s a sense of relief that comes with it. They can reset now. Go back to something akin to normal, pretend that instead of the near-toxic minefield that they call a relationship they’re actually something closer to a functional couple. She’s leaning against the doorframe, trying to sort out the words in her head as she looks over at him from across the room. She’s never been good with apologies so she avoids it. This - as underwhelming as it is - is her version of one. Giving him context. Trying to make him understand what her headspace is like, trying to give him some sort of explanation. “I’ve been spending time with my dad.” She says the words in a tone so soft it’s much closer to a whisper than the yelling that had filled the space not too long ago. “Or at least I’ve been trying to. It’s...not exactly going well.” She goes quiet then, shifts her weight from one foot to the other as she waits for his response. She can never read him quite right after a fight and she doesn’t want to push it if he doesn’t want to talk.

[redravenapts]

post 8 facts about your muse, then tag 8 people to do the same.  1. Ryan was never really the popular kid in high school, nor did he feel like he belonged to any of the cliques, cool or not. As a result, he spent most of his teenage years alone, reading and studying, and trying to avoid the bullies who made his adolescence a trial. Things changed when he was eighteen and got his “abilities” - which reshaped his metabolism and his body, along with his genetic code, and gave him a sort of superhuman make-over. However, he never forgot what it felt like to be on the receiving end of blind and aimless hatred, so he tries to be kind to others.  2. To this day, he isn’t sure what caused the radiation that hit him and changed him, but he’s learned to consider it a gift. While he couldn’t even defend himself as the helpless kid he was, he likes that he can now help others, though sometimes he wishes someone had done the same for him. He doesn’t hold a grudge against his parents, however, because he never gave them any clue as to what he was going through at the time. 3. The first time he tried to stop a mugging, the old lady he was trying to help started hitting him as well as the mugger. To this day, he laughs whenever he thinks about it. It almost got him arrested, however, which convinced him using a disguise would be a good choice. Said disguise consists of a mask that’s just about enough to make sure face-recognition software can’t identify him.  4. His favorite book is Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, which he read for the first time when he was eight years old. He reads pretty much every genre there is, but his favorites are fantasy and science-fiction; he’s not a huge Lord of the Rings fan, oddly enough. He’s a sucker for a happy ending, though he would never admit it, at least not at first.  5. Even if he knows they can’t hurt him, he’s terrified of snakes. It goes back to his childhood, when one of his cousins got bitten by a rattlesnake while on vacation in California, and had to spend weeks at the hospital. Ryan was rather convinced she was going to die, and even after she got better, he kept having nightmares about it for months. He was seven at the time.  6. His favorite drink at Starbucks is the Gingerbread Latte and he hates that they only make it during the holidays. It’s literally the only way he’ll drink coffee, so the rest of the year, he drinks black tea instead, usually without either milk or sugar, and absolutely no lemon. He does, however, have a sweet tooth and loves chocolate with a passion. He generally eats more than most people, since his heightened metabolism needs a consistent intake. 7. Though his current body shape is due to the radiation, he has taken up exercise ever since the accident. His favorite type of workout is simply running, or weightlifting. He tried crossfit once and it’s probably the most scarring experience of his life, due to a class of middle-aged women who spent the entire lesson ogling him like he was a piece of meat. Never again, he tells himself. 8. He sings in the shower pretty much all the time, but he wouldn’t sing in front of other people unless he’s really, desperately drunk. He’s actually a decent singer, but he makes sure to keep that to himself, mostly because he doesn’t believe he’s any good at it.  tagged by: @idlehumanity tagging: @scnsualis @kittenxwrites @thekinkywayoflife @dirtyfckndozen @theoldermxses  @slccplcssnights @munofmanyminds @ anyone who wants to do it @ myself, because I might do this for some other muse too

[lovesaidno-archive]

@munofmanyminds

“The fuck are you doing here?” Victor asked as he looked up and saw her standing in the doorway. “Miss my dick already?” He smiled and put out a cigarette he had been smoking. Hiding the money he was counting, he put it in a drawer and locked it. 

[efferxescent]

🌠

mutuals send me a 🌠 and i’ll tell you three things i associate you with.

a true ‘give no fucks’ attitude - you’re so up-front and honest, it truly gives me life. never change mel, pls never change, as my scared lil mouse butt needs your glorious presence in its life.

saucy stuff - all dat nsfw, ooh la la. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve nearly been on the receiving end of a smut-induced intervention from a family member from scrolling down my dash. thrilling af, tho.

our great love/hate relationship - sure we tag each other in hurtful things (mainly me, you’re much nicer to me than I am to you on those grounds, but shhhhh), but I know you

[heartkings]

@munofmanyminds​. 

He counts his money on the currency counter, after it is washed and professionally prepared by his top men-- the ones slightly underneath him in the ranks. He values every single one of his team members, and does not lose himself in the midst of hubris. When he is even the tiniest bit of stressed, though, he knows exactly who to summon. Just her scent is enough to ease the tensions in the room. “You’re late.” He mumbles, spinning a rubber band between his finger. “Where have you been?”