#muse monday.

[warfared]

muse monday — ezrael “radio” andreyev!

an original character who comes from the universes of hardcore henry and payday 2, radio is half man, half machine, a runaway russian superweapon and a chronic partygoer.

radio is the creation of genius russian scientist andrey kuznetsov, who created radio ( and a plethora of other clones ) out of his own dna in order to create supersoldiers for the russian military. created in the 1940s, radio was cryogenically frozen to preserve his abilities. while radio is physically in his 20s, he is chronologically in his 70s.

radio's body is composed of over 70% cybernetics. all four of his limbs are metal for peak efficiency, and his spine has been replaced.

his backstory varies depending on what verse he's in, but at his core within hardcore henry / payday 2, he was rescued from the laboratory by another muse of mine, jimmy. radio was created by andrey for a man called akan.

carefree, reckless, and a touch insane, radio generally works as a freelance mercenary or heister, wearing a skull-shaped gas mask to conceal his identity. ezra is also known as ezrael kozak to some, though that's more of a fake name used to distance himself from his creator.

( notice that he was not inspired by bucky barnes winter soldier it was an accident lol )

[home-of-renn]

AU where Danny never tells Sam and Tucker about the portal accident but they eventually put together the pieces after Danny starts acting hella weird. Especially around his parents.

They eventually figure it out but can't seem to decide whether their friend is actually dead or if there's something else going on. They inadvertently become ghost experts while playing detective, while also simultaneously trying their best to help Danny from the shadows without him finding out that they found out.

Bonus points if they have to fend off Jazz with a stick cause she knows something's up and she knows that Sam and Tucker know but Sam and Tucker keep covering their tracks and doing their best to throw her off the scent.

Bonus, bonus points if Jazz knows that there's something very messed up going on and desperately wants to know what happened to her brother but Sam and Tucker think she's on her parent's side and are convinced that she'll just report back to them if she ever finds out.

Bonus, bonus, bonus points! if Jazz just has this deep, gut-wrenching feeling that she can't tell her parents about her suspicions and that there's something increasingly disturbing about both her parents and Danny's behaviour as well as how the three of them interact after the portal got turned on. She does her best to keep her parent's attention off of Danny, which kinda helps but also inadvertently gets in the way of Sam and Tucker's helping.

Bonus, bonus, bonus, bonus points!!!!! if Maddie and Jack have acquired some very mild ecto contamination from being in such close proximity with the portal on a daily basis and their continued exposure is making them slowly exhibit Obsession-like behaviours about their work and research, which consequentially results in their attitudes/behaviours becoming increasingly more disturbing and concerning from an outside perspective.

[noliaert]

Finally got around to finish this one! Here's my ode to iwtv season 1! <3 I made both a version of bailey's claudia as well as delainey's 👍👍

Close ups 👇

[hidefdoritos]

GUYS GUESS WHAT

I took my friend (who doesn't get out much and needs to have a quiet retreat space) to the library today.

I FORGOT HOW RAD THE LIBRARY IS.

-My library has private rooms with locking doors that you check out with your library card and then have keycard access to.

-These rooms are made of plexiglass for Obvious Reasons, but still. Rooms.

-I checked out a Lounge space and, guys, it's a balcony.

-It's over the main entrance to the library so you can see everyone coming in and out. The door locks so it's private, but it's also open air to the tall ceilings and has SO MUCH natural light.

-literally so much natural light the one exterior wall is floor-to-ceiling windows with a view over a fountain and a courtyard and the local shopping district. the sunset was rad.

-My laptop connected directly to the WiFi.

-There were so many people there! There are chairs spread throughout and a bunch of computers and people just chilled and hung out!

-My friend was thrilled to be able to navigate a quiet space with strangers who didn't speak to her, and then to have a retreat space.

-My library also has a Makerspace (!!!) and a Cricut machine (!!!) and I can email someone and get trained in how to use it!

-Someone was in the recording booth and I couldn't tell what she was reading but it sounded cool.

-There's a whole room along the side of the upstairs that's just for teens. Like literally just. The sign says that if you're not a teenager you should see the staff for other rooms. There wasn't anyone there when I stuck my head in but there's a giant whiteboard and orb-style chairs and

-sorry I forgot to mention that my balcony has not only a couch but also several big comfy chairs (like, I can sit on my chair and put my feet on it too and balance my book on my knees and it's STILL not too small of a chair) and a couple coffee tables and a corner where the sunlight isn't direct y'all it's so nice

-I'm so glad my tax dollars went to this, guys. We're stuck on campus for Thanksgiving break and we desperately needed to go somewhere that didn't cost money.

-for as much as I get on about the necessity of Third Spaces, you think I'd remember this.

-I also found out my friend likes Agatha Christie novels. She read me a section while I washed dishes tonight, and I think I'm gonna like them too.

[crazycatsiren]

Everyday my hair isn't bioluminescent is another day that I'm disappointed in human anatomy.

[mintwithchoco]

mint's monday muse #12

greetings fellow livings, your favorite plant is back with the first installment of mint's monday muse of 2025 :D

update-ish; haven't been writing a lot, but i'm confident that i can release at least ONE fic this month. but if i don't, then uhh strike me with lightning until i dissipate into a million pieces-

DRINK SMOKE DRINK SMOKE DRINK SMOKE POUR UP 🗣��🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

this song instantly makes you feel like you're some fuckboy that gets all the ladies in one night. dean's vocals are no joke, and zico's rap are straight bars. so if you wanna get laid, just put on this song and you'll get +9999 rizz no cap trust

have a floofy woofy yubin!

[jev-urisk]

A Musing Monday 🎐+

Trans Day of Visibility 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

'You don't know me. Clearly you don't care to know me. And that's your loss.'

That's what I've been telling the echoes in my head since last Thursday, when a woman followed me out of the Womens bathroom to ask in a scathing tone to which bathroom I belonged.

Now, I have a relationship with my gender which, like many Queer people, takes a bit to explain and doesn't really fit into binaries. I identify as trans-nonbinary and genderfluid, and I am also intersex. Some days I feel fem and want to wear dresses and feel pretty. Some days I feel masc and like a button-up with the sleeves rolled back. A lot of the time, I'm not even thinking about gender and just wear whatever seems fun while fitting with the activity or work im doing that day.

Thursday, I felt very fem. I put on my special lemon skirt and a nice blouse, put my hair up in a high clip- I felt it was a very cute work outfit! It seems other people thought so too. I was washing my hands in the bathroom (which is in the hallway of a building rented by multiple businesses, including my employers) when a woman starts washing as well and says "I like your skirt, thats very pretty."

To which I OF COURSE say, "Thanks! It has pockets~". I then dry my hands and as I exit shoot a, "Hope you have a nice day!" in her direction for happy measure.

I wasn't expecting her to follow me down the hall to the lobby of the building and ask loudly, scathingly, "Should you be using the *women's* bathroom??"

This struck me dumb. In my life I have recieved some side-eyeing or people walking away quickly, the whispers and urging a child not to stare- all sad, strange, and occasionally wryly amusing moments in places like gas station bathrooms where I go very infrequently.

But, this is the building I WORK in. This is where my car is parked much of the day. This is where I am sometimes alone in my office with nothing but glass between the lobby and myself.

I say "Yes." and by rote try to explain, try to staunch her confusion somehow. The doctors declared me female at birth but they were only kinda correct (i.e. intersex)- though I'm also trans by several definitions and have had an HRT prescription in the past, but I'm also *hella* fem today. I fumble. "I'm, um, inters-"

"I do NOT appreciate you being there!" She interrupts, jabbing a finger towards me, "It isn't appropriate!!" She adds, walking into the office on the opposite side of the lobby from me, glaring at me with disgust.

Numbly, I walk the rest of the way to my office. Un-numbly, I begin to tremble and realize this happened to me because I have a deep voice. She lived my skirt, but not more than she hated my voice. With shaking hands I message my direct supervisor and the COO of my company.

Hi, bit of an unfortunate update I want to give you two just in case there's any kind of trouble with our neighbors or something gets reported to the owner of the building. I was just told by a lady across the hall from us that I should not be using the women's bathroom and that it's inappropriate for me to be using that facility.

I feel bad in that engrained, vulnerable kind of way. I'm a fairly recent hire as far as administrators go- 4 months. I moved my office to this location just 2 weeks ago. Now I'm caught up in some issue, now someone who maybe works a couple dozen feet away might try to come after me- my ability to use the bathroom, at least. What if she calls the police on me? What do I do? I have an ID with 'F' on it but what if the cops hate my voice as well? What if she or the cops try to grope or sexually assult me to 'see' and 'prove' what I am? Would they even understand what they're looking at? What if she thinks people like me shouldn't EXIST, let alone be left alone to pee?

What if she's got a gun?

I decide to work down the hall, in our children's therapy office. I'm spiraling and shivering and my chest is filled with ice. I sit near a new hire watching training videos and try to breathe while I see my superiors typing.

What if I lose my job?

That fear, at least, lessens in the following moment as my little chatroom erupts with concern for me and questions of how I would like to proceed. Do I want to go home for the day? Do I want to move back to the farther office location?

I decide that I want to try having a normal day, and my COO says he will be at this location on Monday and can talk with the neighbors- An Adult Disability Support company, about the situation. I tell myself that maybe she was just a visitor, or the guardian of one of the clients over there. Maybe she's a client herself, and between a fixed perspective and a difficulty regulating her emotions she came at me like that- I've had clients of my own while working in disability support who have a determined passion over information that they unfortunately came upon. (I got nearly screamed out of a house before for implying Troy Bolton was actually an actor mamed Zac Efron. Which, totally my bad. I knew HSM was her very important thing but misjudged her perception of it).

Despite my desire for normal, my PTSD and Autistic overwhelm have other plans and my coworkers notice me struggling to stay calm. I had to ask one of them to take a picture of me- evidence of what I'm wearing, of the female-ness that I usually reject in myself but adopted because I felt pretty this morning. Why did I dare feel pretty this morning? At least when i'm a tomboy lesbian-dyke, people tend not to follow me out from the restroom.

After I send the picture to my boss for evidence, my coworkers ask me what's wrong. I feel hot shame at discussing a situation involving my need to pee with my coworkers, of being visibly afraid in front of them, of not being poised and professional, and of having thought I was pretty for a day in my life.

I am now, five days later, still gobsmacked at their support and compassion. They asked if I was ok, if there was something they could do, and if I wanted any of them to come with me next time to the bathroom. One of them came out to me as nonbinary as I sat nibbling a few kitkats to calm myself down. Their support gets me through the day, and they all let me know I'm not alone, and that my skirt IS very pretty.

My heart is warmed but unfortunately over the weekend, my mind is spinning like a record, playing the same song over and over and over. The woman follows me and I turn around again, and again, and again- each time with me trying to explain or defend myself a little differently.

"Don't you know some people are born different? You work with disabilities yourself." "Some women are really tall, or short. Some have thick eyebrows, or lose their hair, or *have deep voices*. Don't you know women are vibrant with differences?" "Were you in the room when my doctor and I discussed my voice? Why do you act like you know why my voice is like this- I didn't sign away my HIPPA to you." "Ma'am where do you SUGGEST I pee in my lemon skirt and pumps? On the lobby floor?"

But I can never win the argument in my head, the echo of the woman who demands to see my ID and calls it fake. The echo demands my birth certificate and tears it in two, insisting its forged. She demands to see my genitals and either determines I am mutilated, or that I have surgically made myself to be as I am. Nothing short of birthing a child in the lobby would convince the woman arguing in my mind where I am allowed to pee and here I was, sterile, ill-formed for such an activity, and far too gender-literate for the mental arguement of such a thing happening- maladaptive daydream or no.

It took up my whole weekend, this spiraling. Only two things gave me comfort- immagining telling that woman "You don't know me. Clearly you don't care to know me. And that's you're loss." Over and over, like a ryhme about sticks and stones your mom taught you as a child- and the other comfort was a birthday party I was hosting for my dear friend where I shared a meal, some card games, and my personal bathroom with a bunch of people who Do know me, and Do care, and are more concerned with whether I someone's got an Ace in their hand than whatever is under their skirt.

Fear fades to sorrow for that angry lady, for my staff, and for everyone in the building. Does this poor woman hate her own voice when she gets a headcold? Does she stare at every woman who isn't perfectly feminine and see a dangerous animal? What about the disabled people in her life? Are they admonished for existing in a way she doesn't expect? If my perfectly female coworker goes to a concert and comes to work with a broken voice the next day, will she go through what I went through? If a client needs help toileting and a member of the opposite sex is assisting them, will the cops be called?

I remind myself that she doesn't know me. That she clearly doesn't care to know me. And that it is her loss. I remind myself that I'm brave, over and over while I drive to work on Monday. My COO will talk to our neighbors today, and I dont know what will happen. It's been suggested that I could use the children's toilet in our other office. It's meant kindly, but sounds an awful lot like a separate water fountain. My nonbinary coworker said they're scared to pee now- my adult, trained and licensed for administering therapy, coworker.. is scared to use the bathroom.

That makes me angrier than anything this woman could possibly do to me. Maybe I should DARE this woman to call the cops, if only to show my coworker I will be brave for us, that I'm not letting fear control my life.

But something unexpected happened today, coincidentally, on Trans Day of Visibility.

The owner was 100% on board and actually already spoke to the employee. The owner said the employee came to her all concerned/upset and she told her to stop and that they have trans clients and it's not appropriate or worthwhile to go after people living their lives.

Recieving the news was like a fever breaking. I didn't realize how much I had been holding my breath (and my bladder) the entire morning. They understood?? Not only did this other business understand but they're offering their services to members of my community?

I obviously wish it hadn't happened, that I hadn't stayed worried and desperate every day and awake and scared every night over the weekend. But, I'm overwhelmed gratithe relief of everything that happened after- the immidiate support of administration, the kind eords of my coworkers, and the mended fence with my new and wonderful neighbors.

Happy fucking Trans Day of Visibility, yall. I see you, and maybe more people on the outside see us for what we are than we think. The people who have a problem clearly don't know you, clearly don't care to know you, AND THAT IS THEIR LOSS.

Taglist @the-golden-comet @gioia-writes-and-others @lychhiker

[lafamilledelioncourt]

Like daddy, like daughter.

catch up on the latest chapter of ADOC here in the meantime

[kinardsevan]

several sentence monday

i'm still working away on the update on the aneurysm fic, (which is pushing 10k and not finished yet), so I thought I'd throw you a scene that made me giggle:

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Evan still sleeps more than he’s awake, and Tommy fills the time by reading and working on their wedding registry. It wasn’t even something they really wanted, given that they weren’t twenty-year-olds starting out. They’re both fully grown adults with their own home, and they’ve already made the process of elimination of all the duplicates they had when they decided to live together. 

Still, when Evan’s diagnosis came a few weeks earlier, it was something that Maddie had made clear was one of the points of contention she wanted to put back on the table. And even though neither Evan or Tommy felt like they needed to register for anything, Maddie had argued with them on the subject of ‘let the people who love you do something nice for you’. They’d argued that everything everyone was doing prior to and would be doing post-surgery would be more than enough, but Maddie had insisted anyway. Which is how Tommy finds himself filling an afternoon by googling what to put on a wedding registry. Truth be told, they don't need much of what’s listed, but he ends up finding himself adding things that Evan would like anyway, like cookware that he’s been talking about investing in, and tools for the grill. 

He’s probably three hours into it when it occurs to him that they really haven’t thought about what comes after Evan’s release from the hospital in terms of needs, and then he’s texting Maddie about things he found on Amazon. Most of what he initially finds is a little ridiculous—graphic tees and overly cute cuddle items for the chest—but it’s the other items he finds that actually make sense to him.

Should we buy the seatbelt cover? That seems important.

Three little dots appear on his screen as he stares at it, waits. He knows she’s only working a ten hour shift today, but he’s not sure when she started. He hopes he’s not interrupting calls. 

I’ll order one with the robes. What about the post-surgical shirts?

Not sure about those w/o talking to him. What about the wedges for the bed? Not a bad idea. He needs to be inclined.

Oh! The back scratchers!

Already ordered those. And the reach-and-grabs. He’s gonna hate those. He’s going to fight me to listen as it is. Is it bad that I want to buy the “factory refurbished” shirt?

Is it worse that I want the “one star ‘terrible wouldn’t recommend’” one? 

[taweretsdagger]

Ok I do really need more details on the timeline of Juliet's life, because if she was born in 1971, that puts her high school graduation at 1989, college graduation at 1993, and med school graduation at 1997. OB residencies are 4 years. Which puts us at 2001, the SAME YEAR she got recruited to the island.

Like??? When did she meet Ed?? When did they get married? Divorced?? When did Rachel get cancer? ALL OF THIS went down probably within the span of 4-5 years and she STILL had time to get board-certified as an OB (I assume) AND do groundbreaking fertility research amidst all that??

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

im freeeeeeeeee

[quinloki]

Random ass real life statement - but man I’m glad I work with people who are so comfortable around me that I can drop

“Have a later.”

As a farewell and they’re just “yup, you too.” And there’s no odd pause or anything. They just roll with it.

[haledamage]

I would like to stop being cold please

it's been so cold here this week that Spook had remote learning Monday through Thursday because it was too cold to go to school

my house's heater can't keep up, I've resorted to wearing gloves at my desk now 🥶

the high yesterday was 0F. the HIGH. was ZERO. with a wind chill in the negative double-digits. and that's the warmest it's been all week

[sirdougieofscotland]

Monday Musings with our favorite lad.

It appears as though some in this fandom could take the advice of Sir Dougie. However, those who should be listening with all ears are the ones who are more concerned with being right instead of focusing on our two main characters.

The ones who shout the loudest as if they are on some high moral ground, yet they are the ones drawing more attention to topics that shall not be named.

We are here as fans of the lovely leads of Bridgerton season 3, and Dougie, of course. We are not here to grow a following, but if you are, well then you not any different than the one person who you use to defame.

But that is neither here nor there.

[mintwithchoco]

mint's monday muse #11

another monday, another mint post. welcome back to everyone's favorite series on this blog :smilege:

some update; i somehow managed to write a lot, despite my very very tight schedule, so i guess you can expect something for this month? but still, don't expect much from me like usual HAHAHAH

last time, i talked about aespa's flowers and almost immediately, i got reeled back into this song. i really enjoy some of baekhyun's stuff nowadays, especially this one. just the chill vibes in general that it gives and also the vocals AUGH SO GOOD-

i think this song instantly became one of my favorites is that it comes down to my hectic life, where i'm always presented with unexpected things, which is why i tend to lean towards a more lofi/r&b type stuff to calm myself down during these times. so i suggest you guys should check it out! :D

as always, have a jiyeon for a noot noot!

[jev-urisk]

A Musing Monday 🎐

Today I'm musing about extradimensional spaces! Like Mary Poppin's bag, or 'eatery that connects to an isekai' anime, or your mind, even.

I do think the mind is a type of extradimensional space. We fit the essence of so many places and moments and people into the folds of our memory, contained in the little box that is our skulls. We imagine worlds, we dream entirely separate lifetimes. It's wild, and amazing, and a little terrifying.

Occasionally I think about how the entire world around me is MY world- in that my only access to reality is through my own interpretations, experiences, and the senses that link to my brain, all of which may or may not be close to the truth of reality. When I die one day, my world dies too- not one creature on earth will live in the same world that I knew due to my relationship with everything perceivable to me.

Before I get TOO existential here though (or maybe I'm getting more existential)- think of what that means for writers! We are masons crafting gateways to extradimensional spaces. Through what we do, people can visit the pocket dimensions of OUR minds, dimensions that have the possibility to continue existing long after the mind/wold that created it expires. And because everyone perceives things through their own lens, writing one story and sharing it creates the potential for countless alternate dimensions; every soul that reads your work will carry their own personal version of it in their mind. If you have a hit count or something similar on your work, THAT'S how many dimensions you've created, at least.

Not only that, but when someone reads what you've written, THEIR world alters. It may be slight, your work or your post might provide a momentary reprieve from the part of their world they're avoiding or decompressing from (which is still a very important thing), or it may give them an idea of their own, it may motivate them to make one choice over another choice, it may alter the very way they think and interact with their family, their partners, themselves. You very well may alter the fabric of what a person is, the dimension of their mind warping with the way it interacts with your dimension.

Never forget that as a writer, or any creator of art for that matter, you are a world-builder, a world-shatterer, a world-repairer; a powerful and magical being that may alter the course of history. Writing is magic, and it's sorcery, and I desperately hope even the small unconfident blogs on here recognize that power.

Tagging a bunch of cool writers: @cowboybrunch @the-golden-comet @lychhiker-writes @wyked-ao3 @rotting-moon-writes

@saturnine-saturneight @asablehart @tragedycoded @autism-purgatory @marlowethelibrarian

If I didn't tag you you're still super cool! The world of my brain is just made of swiss cheese and glitches a lot 🫠💕

@dragoninatrenchcoat @words-after-midnight @sableglass @gioiaalbanoart @illarian-rambling

@badscientist @officialauthorofanotherworld