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WHAT GENRE OF BOOK WERE YOU WRITTEN FOR, AND DID YOU SURVIVE TO THE END?

tagged by: @huntrcssqueen and @overnightheartbeats (thank you both, love you both <3)

tagging: whoever wants to do it because idk who's already done it and who hasn't! you, reading this! do it and say i tagged you! honestly!

DOUGLAS BLACKWOOD

Written for a romance book only for you to die in the arms of your lover

You are led by love to an extreme level. You are willing to do anything for whoever you love the most, either romantically or platonically. You don’t know how to focus on yourself, instead letting others control you. This is why you eventually die, but at least you’re still with your lover.

LYDIA COLLINS

Written for a mystery book to move the plot along, you had to survive

You enjoy thrills and the spark that they add to your life. If there weren’t those thrills then what’s the point of doing anything, right? You are a very curious person but you do know when to back off. Your problem is knowing who you are in the story. Are you the detective or the murderer? Who knows! It’s part of the mystery…

LOGAN CHADWICK

Written for an adventure book where you were killed during a battle

You live for whatever the next greatest thing may be. You don’t worry about the possible danger, instead only looking at the possibility of excitement and the great story you may be able to get out of this. You are a bit rash and don’t look before you leap, which is what ends up getting you killed in battle.

TESSA LOCKE

Written for a children’s book to live and tell a cute story

You are very sweet and very excitable. You love to explore and have fun. You also have a love of learning and somehow manage to learn a lesson each time you explore (imagine that). When you do go on one of your adventures, like in your book, you of course manage to make it home just before the sunsets in time for dinner.

AARON CARTER

Written for a mystery book specifically so you could be killed to set off the story

You are a very curious person, but not so good at remembering that “curiosity killed the cat”. You think you’re invincible at times which ends up being dangerous for yourself and sometimes others as well. You feel a bit stuck in the background, but at least your death is what started this whole story in the first place.

ZOE LANCASTER

Written for a horror book that you somehow make it to the end of

You don’t know how to rest but you really wish you could. After everything that you’ve been through in this story you want nothing more than to be able to let yourself relax. You have a good understanding of logic and tend to focus on that over your emotions. The good news is that its over. The killer isn’t chasing you anymore.

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Movies

Some movies to watch starring INFJ actors

The Acid House  Colin 'Coco' Bryce (segment "The Acid House")

Agent Game  Omar

Alien vs. Predator Graeme Miller 

All Hat Steve Allman

Almost Friends Charlie

Amanda & Jack Go Glamping Amanda

American Renegades Jim Rainey 

American Sausage Standoff Edward Hofler

Anonymous Thomas Dekker

Apostasy Elder Steven

The Arbor Young David

Around the World in 80 Days Inspector Fix

Arthur and the Invisibles Arthur

Arthur et la vengeance de Maltazard Arthur

Arthur 3: The War of the Two Worlds Arthur (voice)

The Art of Getting By George Zinavoy

Astro Boy Astro / Toby (voice) 

As You Like It Silvius

August Rush August Rush

Belfast Billy Clanton

Beneath a Sea of Lights Caweys 

Benjamin Benjamin 

Black Hawk Down Nelson

Blade Runner 2049 Doc Badger

Blindness Sergeant

Borg vs. McEnroe Vitas Gerulaitis 

Broken Rick

The Brothers Grimsby Tabansi Nyagura

The Cabin in the Woods Lin

Cadia: The World Within Tanion

Canyon Del Muerto Sylvanus Griswold Morley

Captain Phillips Muse

Catch Me If You Can Miggy

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Charlie Bucket

The Coming of the Martians George 

Creation Stories Alan McGee

Dance Flick Mr. Stache

Death at a Funeral Justin 

Deep Swimmer Theo

Don't Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood Mailman

Dragon Rider Ben (voice) 

Exodus: Gods and Kings Expert

Extortion Miguel Kaba 

The Extraordinary Journey of the Fakir Wiraj

Eye in the Sky Jama Farah

Faintheart Julien

Faintheart Tim

Fancy Dancing Bernard Schiff

Finding Neverland Peter Llewelyn Davies 

First Cow Lloyd

Five Children and It Robert 

Fool's Gold Alfonz

A Fox's Tale Little Jack (voice) 

Freedom's Path Silas

Get Santa PS Finkerton

A Girl from Mogadishu Hassan 

The Glimmer Man Det. Jim Campbell

The Golden Compass Pantalaimon (voice) 

Good Time Dash the Park Security Guard

A Good Year Young Max 

The Gospel According to Vic Stevie Deans 

Great Expectations Wemmick

Groom Lake Kate

Hallam Foe Andy / hotel employee

The Happy Prince Alfred Bosie Douglas

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Fred Weasley

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 Fred Weasley

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 Fred Weasley

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Fred Weasley

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince Fred Weasley

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Fred Weasley

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Fred Weasley

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone Fred Weasley

Hollywood Shuffle Donald / Jheri Curl 

The Huntsman: Winter's War Duke of Blackwood

I'm Gonna Git You Sucka Jack Spade 

Island Calum 

Jack the Giant Slayer Wicke

The Journey Jack the Driver 

Judge Dredd Junior Angel 

Julien Donkey-Boy Julien

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom Tech Merc

Justin and the Knights of Valour Justin (voice) 

Kick-Ass 2 Insect Man

Last Night in Soho Cloakroom Attendant 

Legend Frank Shea

Let's Kill Ward's Wife Gina

The Life of Stuff Fraser

A Low Down Dirty Shame Shame 

Marvelous Lars

Mary and the Witch's Flower Flanagan (English version, voice)

Master Harold and the Boys Hally Ballard 

Match Point Inspector Dowd 

Mediator Steven

Mirror Mirror Charles Renbock

Mojo Skinny

Most Wanted James Dunn

Much Ado About Nothing Beatrice 

National Theatre Live: All My Sons Chris Keller

The Novice Jill Yarrut

Paranoid Gordon

Parked Cathal O'Regan

Patchwork Garret 

Pearl Harbor Red 

Perfect Sense James

The Phoenix and the Magic Carpet Joe

The Pirates of Somalia Abdi 

The Reckoning Simon Damian

Rhinoceros Hunting in Budapest Chaz

Royal Deceit Frovin 

The Rundown Declan

Scary Movie Slave

The Selfish Giant Phil the Barman

7 Days: The story of Blind Dave Heeley Captain Williams

Sironia Molly

16 Years of Alcohol Jake 

Skagerrak Gabriel

Snatch Mullet

Snowpiercer Andrew

The Spiderwick Chronicles Jared Grace / Simon Grace 

Star 80 Comic

The Tempest Ariel 

Testament of Youth Victor Richardson 

Trainspotting Spud

T2 Trainspotting Spud

21 and a Wake-Up Caitlin Murphy

Two Brothers Raoul Normandin 

Tyson's Run Aklilu

The Vault  Thom

The Veil of Twilight Rabbi Dunbar

Waiting for You Paul Ashton 

War Horse David Lyons

Wide Open Spaces Austin

Wonder Woman Charlie

Wonder Woman 1984 Charlie (Photograph) (credit only)

You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger Henry Strangler

The Zero Sum Leonard Paulson

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i think i have h.ozier songs that remind me of all my muses. let’s count:

wasteland, baby! - @skepticwarlock and @heavenscloak

no plan - edwardo kaspbrak-o

work song - ian garcía

would that i - willow douglas and skylar douglas

from eden - zoe wallace

sunlight - avi madhvani

cherry wine - eugene géroux

take me to church - lennon blake

arsonist’s lullaby - diana and nick wilkerson

jackboot jump - noah blackwood

be - damon clement

in a week - danique koppelman

angel of small death and the codeine scene - thea atkinson

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°˖✧ what ethereal vibe do you give off? °˖✧

tagged by: @overnightheartbeats (tysm ily!!)

tagging: @huntrcssqueen @justpretxnd @ruinedsoulsrp @musebluebird @evcrlasting @florxdexcerezos @crimsonbullets and anyone else who wants to do it! i'll be tagging my whole list at this rate omg

Douglas Blackwood & Tessa Locke

ANGEL: all eyes are always fixed on you every time you enter a room. no matter what colour your wings are, you embody that colourful aura and everyone is drawn to you. you may not be one for too many words, but your eyes convey many feelings with just one look. be a little obsessed with yourself, I promise you it's ok.

Lydia Collins

MYSTERIOUS BOOK OWNER: your bookstore/tea garden/cafe is a haven for many who were lucky enough to stumble across your (very well) hidden store. you may or may not be a very powerful immortal who now lives a quiet life. you share a likeness to someone in a photo hung up on your wall that was taken in 1902, but no one's really questioned it yet. only your most loyal customers are privy to your colourful past. oh the scandal and mystery of it all

Aaron Carter

SHAPESHIFTER: you adapt to situations and people rather quickly, and you pull it off so effortlessly, how sexy of you. still a little closed off, much to your many admirers' dismay. you could probably carry around a tiny blade strapped to your thigh and nobody would question it. in fact I think the drooling and gawking might increase by 30% at least

Zoe Lancaster

300 YEAR OLD VAMPIRE: you've lived through the 80s- you're pretty sure you've seen it all. wandering around the world aimlessly, you're kinda tired of everyone gawking at your otherworldly, dark beauty every time you round a corner, so you tend to leave humans alone. and yet you feel the need to use your wisdom and guide those who are lost in the world. you're pretty chill but also will bust a tear at the mere sight of a sunrise or sunset

Logan Chadwick

A GREEK MYTHOLOGY ENTITY: a hush falls over the crowd just by the mere mention of your name. you've been around, you've done and seen it all, and you're still thirsty for knowledge and power. your conquests are heard of all around the world, especially how great you look in leather pants. seriously no one's managed to pull this look off, props to you

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MUSE: Dougie Blackwood

OPEN TO: F | Mutuals & Non-mutuals

SCENARIO/CONNECTION: Self-explanatory in the thread | The connection is up to you, whether they're friends who hooked up, exes, in a relationship, etc, the choice is yours. Maybe they didn't want to tell him because they're not sure if they're his...who knows. Many possibilities here, go all out :)

CREATED WITH: Beta

@indiestarter | Open Starters Tag

It was evident just by the look on his face that Dougie had something he wanted to say. This was completely new for him - how was he supposed to delicately approach the subject? "Listen. Um," he started, fiddling with the test in his hand as he took a few tentative steps toward the other. Confusion and concern etched over his face, he knew he had to choose his words carefully. "Look...firstly I just - I want to say, I promise I wasn't snooping. I was just - I was sorting out the rubbish and putting the bins out and...Well. I found this..." He inhaled shakily, a plethora of questions on the tip of his tongue as he looked down, passing the positive pregnancy test to the person in front of him. He waited for a moment to gauge their reaction but it was futile. So he continued, "And... and I was just... wondering... It -is this - is it yours? You're..." The words trailed off because a) he did not want to jump to conclusions and b) he was genuinely terrified of what the answer might have been... That being said, Dougie was unsure what answer he actually wanted.

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Muse: Douglas "Dougie" Blackwood

Open to: F/NB | Mutuals and non-mutuals

Scenario: "you broke my heart two years ago when you decided to leave and i finally moved on, and now you tell me you’re back for good?”

Created with Beta | Open Starters tag (All old starters were made with legacy, let me know if you ever need one reposting with beta). | @indiestarter

"Two years," Dougie's voice shook as he tried so desperately to keep his tone steady. That had always been difficult for him, his emotions worn on his sleeve, just like his heart. "It took you two years to decide you want me again?"His arms crossed over his chest like he was putting up a barrier between them. He knew things had been a bit difficult prior to her leaving, but he never thought it was that bad for her to just up and leave without a care in the world. Like he was nobody. All this time, he wondered what he did wrong, what he could've done to salvage their relationship if he had the chance. But that's the problem; there was no chance.

Everything he ever wanted to say was at the tip of his tongue. All the words he never had the chance to, that he'd mentally locked away ready to be unleashed at any moment. The sleepless nights, the tears, the isolation... Every wave of emotion cut him to his core at that moment, reminding him of all the pain and agony he'd endured when she cut ties with him. And what was he supposed to do? Welcome her back with open arms?

"I-I...I don't know what you expect me to say," Dougie uttered, sheer pain engraved on his face, torn between wanting to forget about everything that happened and continue on as normal instead. But hadn't he been hurt enough? Despite his tidal wave wreckage of emotions flooding through his bloodstream, he never raised his voice, never sounded angry... Just confused. Almost broken. Remembering all the times they had together... he blinked away the stinging sensation of his eyes. "Two years is - it's a long time," he said weakly, "I am not the same person as I was back then. And neither are you. I-I don't even know who you are anymore..." for as long as he could remember, he had always been a giver of second chances. But this? This was a lot to digest.

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What sad planet analogy are you?

Tagged by: @overnightheartbeats (tysm I love you!!!) Tagging: @justpretxnd @brokenbcys @huntrcssqueen @carlosreyeswrites @florxdexcerezos and anyone else who feels like it! I'm extra and can't choose which muse so...I'm doing them for all 6 of my main clowns :) you guys choose whoever/however many muses you'd like to do them for!

Douglas Blackwood

The Earth; the planet with life is slowly dying You have always been someone so lively and caring, wherever you go you have always been able to make others smile, you've helped so many people with your kind and nurturing personality. Yet, where are they when you need them?, where are they when you're at your worst?. Lately you've felt like you have slowly lost your spark, as if you were slowly dying on the inside, and nobody cared, nobody tries to help you, nobody takes care of you, people only want you when you are useful for them but once you're no longer available they throw you out as if you were tarsh, and you're sick of it

Lydia Collins

Saturn is slowly losing its rings You have always been someone very smart, ambitious and extremely calm and collected, yet you feel as if you were slowly losing yourself. You've started to act different, you are losing many people around you, as if everyone and everything was slowly leaving you, it makes you feel helpless, you want to take control of your life again, yet you don't know how

Aaron Carter

Neptune is drifting away from the solar system You're tired of everything, you are so sick of everyone around you and nothing makes you feel better anymore. You don't find worth in staying this way, you want to leave everything, to go somewhere very far away where nobody knows your name, and maybe then you could finally be free

Tessa Locke

The bright sun, so surrounded yet so lonely

You've always been someone very upbeat and outgoing, you are someone very positive and you love being around people, you are a legend, a star, a born leader. Yet you can feel sometimes as if that wasn't enough, everyone thinks your life is perfect when in reality you feel lonely and out of place, in fact you don't like being alone, it makes you anxious. You really wish you could tell others about all those feelings you hide behind that smile, but you feel like they wouldn't understand

Zoe Lancaster

Even Mars used to have water on its surface

People think you're very aggressive and blunt, that you're too rough and that don't seem to care about anything or anyone, but that's a lie. You weren't always like this, you were once so gentle and full of hope, so naive yet so sweet, but you had to adapt yourself. You've had to learn the cruelness of life in the hard and painful way, that's why you act the way to do, but deep inside that strong and harsh exterior, a small version of your old self still remains

Logan Chadwick

The bright sun, so surrounded yet so lonely

You've always been someone very upbeat and outgoing, you are someone very positive and you love being around people, you are a legend, a star, a born leader. Yet you can feel sometimes as if that wasn't enough, everyone thinks your life is perfect when in reality you feel lonely and out of place, in fact you don't like being alone, it makes you anxious. You really wish you could tell others about all those feelings you hide behind that smile, but you feel like they wouldn't understand

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@florxdexcerezos | continued from here!

"Well, yeah. Yeah. I s'pose you're right," Dougie chuckled quietly after giving it some thought. It felt nice to finally feel like that weight have been lifted a little, to be able to at least laugh after his little "I do like cats and you always tell me I'm soft, so I will just have to take your word for it, hm?" he added, offering her a little smile, his thumbs tracing idle shapes against her soft skin, as though that also kept him grounded, back on this planet at least. "Oh god, that's definitely gonna stick now, isn't it? Dougie the duckmon. Christ." He absolutely didn't mind though. It wasn't the worst thing to be called. And from what he could remember - which was not a lot, in all honesty - a lot of Pokemon were cute. Meeka could make anything sound adorable, though. Maybe that was why. After giving both options some thought, he felt quite worn out from his little incident. And maybe part of him was worried that he may have a repeat, or get triggered easier if they were to be out for much longer. "Honestly, think that whole um, you know - this thingy has taken it out of me," he said sheepishly, quite frankly ashamed about it all. "I think maybe it's best if we go home. I mean! that's if you don't mind, of course."

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the og6 + character aesthetics

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@florxdexcerezos | continued from here

Dougie didn't mean to stare...truly. Nor did he mean to stand there completely dumbfounded, like he didn't know what to do with himself. His face contained evident concern like he was terrified she would stumble, or fall, or god knows what. His arms had even outstretched slightly like he was ready to catch her if she did drop. Patience. He needed to have patience. Patience was what helped him survive all these months, clinging on to a shred of hope that Meeka would one day return to him. And now she had. He had to remember it was enough to have her with him, and alive, even at the expense of her memories. Maybe they would come back soon... or he could help try to jumpstart it again or --

Patience, again he reiterated. Right. For a second, he almost completely missed her reply to his offer. Thankfully his mind managed to catch up at the last moment. "Of course," he said, offering a weak smile. So many thoughts ran rampant in his mind but he had to keep a brave face. If not for his sake, for hers. "You wouldn't mess up anything. It will dry eventually at some point or -" he pointed out with a halfhearted shrug. It didn't matter. "Anyway uh - sorry, I'll -" Dougie paused to clear his throat. "Back in a sec. Or you can come with me if you want," he offered kindly, gesturing behind him in case it would make her feel more at ease - or more at home - rather than standing there in the middle of the lounge feeling lost. "No pressure either way, plus you can choose what you'd want to wear rather than me deciding for you." He swallowed nervously. "Whatever you want."

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☕️  - for dougie :)

🍎 ｡:*• ─ IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME !     ›    ( a symbol meme for muses who want to do something special and fun together this christmas / holiday season.) | @overnightheartbeats

send a symbol for our muses to: ☕️   ─  drink something warm and/or festive ( either at home, at a coffeeshop, christmas market, etc… )

Christmas had been Dougie’s favourite time of the year ever since he was a little boy. He loved it all: the bustling markets packed with treats and trinkets, sampling the drinks and delicacies said markets had to offer, watching the glimmering Christmas lights as they brighten the neighbourhoods, wrapping up warm in cosy jumpers, watching Christmas movies, the music (yes, he was one of those people who would declare it being Christmas as soon as Halloween finishes and immediately blast Christmas songs - he was like this from childhood, before it became The Thing), buying gifts for the people he loved and just the atmosphere. How magical it all felt, even when life itself could feel like a downer or a drag. It never failed to lift his spirits up especially when he needed it most. To quote that one famous song: he wished it could be Christmas everyday.

So naturally, it was his idea to suggest venturing to one of the many Christmas markets and explore what they had to offer this year. Perhaps going out and doing festive activities with his ex-girlfriend wasn’t the brightest of ideas but he didn’t care - there was nobody else he would rather do these things with. Besides, how else were they going to try and navigate this tricky part of their relationship, being friends and starting over, if they didn’t actively hang out and do things together? His feelings for her were all over the place but the more he thought about it, the more he realised he would rather have her in his life than not at all. Dougie already lost her once; he didn’t want to lose her again. There’s a part of him unsure whether he could survive losing her all over again. Despite this, trust was a vital necessity needed to rebuilt for them to have any kind of relationship. Romantic or platonic, and honestly…the line between the two could be a struggle at times.  But there was a time and place where he could dwell on them. And being here, spending time with Laurel was no place he would rather be. 

They idly chit-chatted as the meandered throughout the hustle and bustle, buying random little trinkets from the stalls, or taking photos of each other or selfies together whenever an opportunity presented itself, taking it all in as the sight of something caught Dougie’s attention: a couple walking past, hot chocolate filled to the brim of their cups, topped with plenty of whipped cream and sprinkles. His eyes lit up like a little kid, and he turned to face Laurel, a twinkle in his eye that made it very clear on their next plans. Before she had the chance to potentially object, he took her hand in his and followed the pair with the lovely drink in each of their hands. “Hi, excuse me? Excuse me please - er, sorry… Sorry…hi,” Doug uttered sheepishly as he raced to stand in front of them before they could walk off. The cold could be to blame, but his cheeks burned red, like it was embarrassing to randomly approach a couple of strangers all just to discover where they could get their hands on the mouthwatering delight in front of them. “So sorry to bother you,” he once again couldn’t help but apologise (some things never change), fingertips unintentionally squeezing Laurel’s hand gently. The action feeling like the most natural thing ever, just like old times. When he looked at her, amusement twinkled in her eyes, probably at the way he was starting to babble word vomit. Despite this, the smile she was trying to hide, he didn’t feel like quite the idiot he must’ve looked at. In fact, for some reason or another, he felt more assured. Like it sent a flicker of encouragement, like her mere presence offered him comfort in a time where he’d be feeling really silly or probably wouldn’t have even approached these random people to ask about their hot chocolate in the first place. Maybe she was just rubbing off on him, he liked the thought of that, it brought a smile upon his own lips. Momentarily getting distracted by being too busy admiring his ex-girlfriend, he cleared his throat to break his own thoughts as he glanced to the people in front of him, a timid, awkward smile gracing his lips. “I’m sorry to bother you but those hot choccies just looked too tempting and I had to ask - would you mind telling me… us um,” Doug paused to clear his throat before trying to finish his question. “Could you tell us or point us in the right direction so we can get one of our own? Please?” Was it possible to get redder and redder as his rambling continued? He could blame the cold but all of them probably knew otherwise. Getting flustered was his biggest talent. However, the people were lovely and helpful, advising where to go. With this newfound knowledge in tow, he thanked them profusely, wished them a very Merry Christmas and continued their quest to find the hot chocolate stand!

A few minutes later, lo and behold, they finally reached it. If it hadn’t been for Laurel pointing it out to him, he probably would have walked straight past it. Approaching the stand, he bought them both a hot chocolate each, customised to their contentment. Dougie, being Dougie, when posed with the difficult choice of deciding, he was stumped. Looking blankly from all the choices and endless combinations…To save time, he opted for everything. Which didn’t save time at all, considering that it took time for them to add all the toppings. They even asked him if he was sure which made him a tad uncertain, but with a bashful smile and an affirmed nod of his head, they obliged. His hot chocolate looked like a colourful, eclectic bundle of chaos. So much whipped cream, sauces of different flavours, ones he had no idea of what they were, topped with marshmallows and sprinkles and who knows what else. What can he say? He always had a sweet tooth. Besides, it was Christmas - there were no limitations at the most wonderful time of the year! There was probably more ‘everything else’ and probably less hot chocolate. To put it simply, his definitely looked more appealing in his head than in reality, and if he put a side by side view of expectations versus reality there probably would’ve been a biiiiiit of a difference, maybe he went a bit too far with everything else but he didn’t mind. Lesson learned, and he was going to drink his bloody hot chocolate! Paying for the drinks and offering a polite thanks, Dougie passed Laurel her hot chocolate with gleaming eyes and a bright smile and they found the perfect spot to sit and enjoy their drinks. Away from the hustle and bustle of it all but still in the vicinity, beautifully decorated with pretty lights and a massive, decorated outdoor Christmas tree in the centre of it all. A perfect view for them to sip away at. “Thanks for coming here with me, doing all… well, uh, this. It’s been great. Really lovely, and I’m hoping you had fun too,” he said, his eyes unable to contain the amount of love he still had for her. Lifting his cup up slightly, he added, “Cheers,” with a warm, lighthearted laugh, before clinking his cup against hers. Like the Cheshire cat, he could not wipe the smile off of his face if he tried. In an imperfect world and situation, this moment felt like the most perfect thing he’d experienced in years. He raised the cup to his lips, briefly blowing on it to cool it down - albeit what good would that do since the drink itself was covered by the various toppings - as he took a sip of his drink. A thoughtful hum left his lips.

“Huh. Better than I thought actually, bit sweet but not overly sweet, considering…” he mused before offering the drink to her whilst Laurel was in the middle of drinking hers. “Do you want to try? Go onnnnn, you know you wanna,” he persuaded, wiggling the cup in front of her face as if it would tempt her some more. Doug’s grin widened as she passed her cup to hold in the mean time, and he swapped it for his for her to try. He was transfixed on her, his eyes full of love and adoration. It was the happiest he’d been in a long time, and it felt relief knowing how they could simply…be. How despite their situation, this was the most normal he’d felt in a long while. Normal, but also not normal. It was too odd to explain, but either way. Here? Now? This moment? This moment was everything. “How was it? That taste alright?” Dougie laughed as Laurel returned his drink to him, handing over her drink back. She was just perfect. The smile she gave him, the sound of her laugh. She was truly mesmerising, he’d never been so in love. His gaze travelled down to her lips as he realised some of the cream had stuck to her. Chuckling softly, he gestured to his own face as an indicator. “You’ve got um,” he said, the doting smile etched across his face growing wider as she seemed to miss the spot every time. “It’s okay. Here, um, let me,” his voice was soft, gentle. Like part of him was unsure but he went anyway, leaning in a little closer to make sure he got it. His thumb gently swiping against her lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own lips as he resisted the temptation to replace his thumb with his mouth. Swallowing thickly, as if that would eliminate all thoughts he had, it only made the urge stronger. Dougie considered it as he retracted his thumb, his eyes meeting her then glancing down once again. If only, if only. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t kissed her before. But this was different, they were different. And they were doing good. This was going well. He was too much of a coward, but it was hard to think straight when his heart was pounding in his chest, his stomach filled with the flapping wings of butterflies driving him crazy. How was he able to focus on anything when she was so close to him? When his thoughts were suddenly swimming and his stomach doing flips? Why did it feel like falling in love with Laurel for the first time all over again? 

“Got it,” he simply said, trying to steady his breathing pattern, trying to conceal the fact that every thought swirling around in his mind was just about her. Only her. “All better.”

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Closed starter for @thanaredreamtof

Working the late shift at the practice was not uncommon for the likes of Douglas Blackwood. Some nights were chaotic with emergencies, which he didn't mind because it kept him distracted from the confines of his own mind. Other times not so much. Either way, he was never short of work to do. Working nights made his job feel more rewarding; being open when a lot of veterinary practices were closed meant people could bring their beloved pets to him when they were desperate and had nowhere else to go. He adored his job, adored the animals he treated. They were cute and each had their own individual personalities - he never knew what to expect. And to see the difference he could make... it was everything. Sat in his desk chair, Dougie was typing up the notes from one of his consultations when he heard frantic knocking at the front door. At night, they kept it locked for security purposes as there weren't always many members of staff present. Immediately, he rushed up to his feet, practically sprinting out of his room, down the corridor, past the front desk, and over to the door. He quickly twisted the long and pulled the door open in a hurry, taken aback by the rain pouring outside. "Bloody hell, I didn't realise the weather out here was so awful." He looked at the person who stood before him and proceeded to step away from the door, ushering them in. "Please, come in before you get absolutely soaked," he said, shutting the door behind him. A warm, welcoming smile on his lips, though concern was etched on his features. "Follow me - I'll sort the reception/admin-ny stuff after," he added, heading to his consultation room without any further ado. He didn't want to spare any moment. "I'm so sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. Just thought the sooner we get this one into the room, the better," Dougie said politely, offering another small smile. "I'm Dr Blackwood but I'm not one for the formalities - so please call me Dougie. How can I help?" He often went by his first name because it felt more normal to him, and it just made things feel a little more comfortable for the people he dealt with, especially in their moments of distress for their beloved fur babies.

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[text] Why did you like one of my pics from 2014? - dougie

[TEXT]: nope, i didn't. definitely didn't. you must've been seeing things [TEXT]: Because why would i do that right? that's weird. that's very weird and stalkerish and i would never do that. [TEXT]: if i did then i must've been half asleep or something. didn't even know i did it. yeah. because that would be weird. very weird and i definitely have other things to be doing than stalking your accounts so [TEXT (that most definitely is not intended for her, he's probably trying to send it to Eric instead or something)]: mate, i thought you said if you clicked it again quickly enough they wouldn't get the notification. she definitely knows! help what do i do???

@overnightheartbeats | text message prompts ;; accepting

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[text] I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. - boonus, dougie from eric :)

[TEXT]: what's wrong??? do you need me to come over? [TEXT]: sod it, i'm not waiting for a reply. i'm coming over. walking across the car park as we speak, should be with you in the next 20 mins maybe idk depends on traffic [TEXT]: do i need to get lydia while i'm at it? [TEXT]: also if you could just tell me whats up real quick so i know what i'm walking into, that would be cool too. anyway if not don't worry! :) it's gonna be okay [TEXT]: whatever it is, we'll work it out! :) just hang in there [TEXT]: see you soon bud

@overnightheartbeats | text message prompts ;; accepting!

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☎️ - dougie <3

Send ☎️ And I Will Tell You:

What My Muse Has For Your Muse’s Contact Info:  Better half<3 he definitely didn't change it because he was probably in denial for the LONGEST time. Like he probably went months she'll come back and they can talk. (until 2 years passed but still). and the longer he went without hearing from her, he just forgot to change it because he's not really one to mess around with contact names. But I don't think he would even if he wanted to. Maybe he would get to the part where he changes it but cancels it without saving it. It's too hard.

What Their Ringtone Is:  Heart by Sleeping At Last. Because the lyrics are sweet and he's in his feels. He doesn't really bother with ring tones tbh but for a select few like Laurel, he would :) and he couldn't bring himself to change it after she left because there was a part of him hoping she would call, that he would hear that ringtone and he would be so so willing to have her back. But of course, that didn't happen. So he never felt the need to change it because it wasn't like she was going to call him out of the blue after 2 years!

The Last Text They Sent Your Muse: There...were a few to say the least. 'Last' doesn't really cut it to here we go: Hii my love, just checking in because you said you'd be back for dinner but you're not here? Is everything okay? <3 Love you :) xxxxxx // Just checking you're still aliveee! Don't worry about dinner, if you got waylaid we can do dinner another time :) please let me know you're okay? Please? x //  Laurel, it's been a few days and I'm worried. I've left you a bunch of voicemails and your inbox isn't full yet so I know you must be listening to them so at least you're alive. Did I do something wrong? I love you, please come over so we can talk. Doug x // i've been going over every conversation we had, trying to think where i went wrong. if i've said something to upset you i'm so so sorry. please, laurel, talk to me. i don't want to lose you. please let me fix it or at least let me try. // lol its been 3 months and here i am still holding hope that you'll come back to me. pathetic isn't it lol (most likely sent when he was definitely drunk tbh) // i'll stop bothering you now. i'm sorry. hope you have a nice life. you'll always be in my heart. love always, dougie. x

What Image My Muse Has For Your Muse In Their Phone: The first one is just!!! She looks so so pretty (she always does in Doug's eyes okay which is absolutely not wrong! She's too pretty it's unfair) and it's probably just a normal day and maybe they went out to get coffee (well, Dougie drinks tea but same difference) & breakfast and he was just like :) GOTTA TAKE A PHOTO. and then omg the second one! The Second One. Two of his favourite things: doggos and Laurel. <3 Maybe he stayed back at work one night to check in on some pets that needed overnight observation and Doug would rather just stay there and monitor them himself because he's a darling like that. So maybe Laurel stopped by to hang out so he's not on his lonesome and anyway a doggo took a shine to her (Which, of course, Dougie can relate) so he had to get a photo and it's simply adorbs!!! :') He's a dorky goofball so he totally has a little photo of that picture that he carries around in his wallet :( and he definitely still has it, even if it was kept behind some cards maybe. But it is definitely still there <3

Accepting | @overnightheartbeats

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"Happy Birthday!" - for Doug [from Laurel pre-breakup or any of my clowns! :) ]

@overnightheartbeats | Happy birthday Dougieeeeee

Dougie felt a tingling sense of anticipation as Laurel guided him into the room, her delicate hands covering his eyes and blocking him from whatever she was leading him to. The man had an inkling it was birthday related. "Ah, noooooo," he melodramatically protested, playfully whining like a child. "Who told you it was my birthday?" His laughter filled the air, joy, and excitement blending seamlessly. He had always been the type to go above and beyond for other people's birthdays, ensuring they were nothing short of extraordinary... but his own? His own was a different question. He never felt worthy of the fuss, with a looming reminder of fleeting time slipping away - another year gone, another year older. An invisible countdown to the end of days. The overall thought brought a touch of anxiety so it felt easier to simply brush it off, sweep it away from reality.

However, it soon became abundantly clear that Laurel had other ideas, her intentions hidden until that very moment. She finally uncovered his eyes, thus ending the suspense; her arms enveloped his torso as she softly whispered, "Happy birthday!" Dougie could hear the smile in her voice, his heart swelling with the utmost love and adoration he had for the woman. He leaned back into her embrace, taking a moment to soak in the sight before him: the room decorated with balloons dotted around the room, and a birthday banner spanned across one wall, proclaiming the occasion with delight. On the table sat a card accompanied by some carefully wrapped gifts. And of course, to top it all off there was a birthday cake that was the centerpiece, radiating warmth and celebration. Whether it was store bought or made wasn't clear - not that he would be ever able to tell the difference anyway - but he didn't care. It was the thought that counted after all.

With a swift spin on his feet, Dougie faced Laurel, his face illuminated with pure happiness and eyes reflected with love... and shock. "You...you did this for me?" he uttered, a gentle laugh escaping his lips. The effort she had put into this surprise left him speechless, genuinely taken aback. "You know," he murmured, his voice brimming with sincerity, "all I needed to make today perfect was you, don't you? Nothing more, nothing less." His hands tenderly cupped her face then, admiring her beauty before his lips found hers, melting into her. "Thanks, my love. For this... for everything," he whispered against her lips. "Words can't explain how lucky I am to have you. I love you. Thank you."