#possible muses

[elegancemultimuse]

I am tempted to do a thing....

[helluva-hazbins]

ooc;

Muses I've been considering taking for a test run:

Michael

Lilith(this one will be super secret, highly selective sideblog)

Sera

[doctorwhatif]

Found something that I never expected to find.

The video above is something that peeked my interest, though it's going to be something that I have to do more research on.

[modcrnspirits]

Do you by any chance have a bottom Henry Cavill? 👀

ooc!

not in the plans. i love making a big bottom out of him, but I feel I overused him in my past blogs. so im giving him sometime.

[wisteriasymphony]

Wouldn't it be fucked up to visit a wax museum and look your younger self in the eyes.

Wouldn't it be fucked up to know that the 'you' people find worth preserving is a 'you' you can never go back to, maybe never were to begin with. That the 'you' that the people find worth preserving is one so fundamentally without personhood, without agency.

Wouldn't it be fucked up if the way people immortalized you was as an accessory to your mother, 'your' wax seamlessly pushed against her wax as the wax mother holds 'you' so fondly, yet so distantly, 'you' looking at her but not her to you. Your name isn't even on the placard at her feet, just hers. Wouldn't it be fucked up if this is the first time you had seen your mother in four years, and here she is, reminding you that you'll never escape her?

[kisakis-boyfriend]

I am so feral right now because of Mydei-

I need to wrestle with him and ""accidentally"" brush my bulge against his ass. Or lock him into a position where my bulge is rubbing against his face, and all of his senses are suddenly flooded with my cock. Sweaty wrestling and grinding down while I pin him until I'm basically humping him.

The fucking noises he would make!!!!! Grunting nonstop, growling every time I gain the upper hand and make him feel weak and pathetic. Maybe I'll force him to lift his ass up and grind between his cheeks like a depraved animal. Mydei's eyes will roll into his skull, his mouth agape as he gets a preview of my fat throbbing cock.

Then, we actually fuck like animals. Desperate, sweaty, passionate sex. Mydei has never felt so stuffed in his entire life, staring at the shape of my cock as it carves its rightful place in his body.

And after that? We do it all over again. Now we're naked and wrestling again, except Mydeimos has less fight in him than before. His raw strength helps him a little bit, but I still have the upper hand as I toss him around like a doll.

Grinding my semi-hard dick against his chest while I sit on him, keeping him under my control. And all the crowned prince can do is lick his lips and stare at the tip that keeps thrusting toward his face, hypnotizing him. Mydei's own cock is hard again, pointing towards the ceiling and dribbling onto his own abs.

Cum leaks out of his hole the whole time. It drips onto the floor, smearing across the surface with every movement. At one point, Mydei's face is pressed down into a small pool of cum, and of course he licks it up, tasting my semen after it marked the inside of his ass.

We go for round two once I slide my dick back in, Mydei is still wet and ready to take it again, like a good prince. There's less struggling this time around, and instead, he's laying there with his legs spread so far apart, submitting to my superior strength and control.

My tongue is leaving no inch of Mydei's mouth untouched. And with a few more powerful thrusts, I fill him again, pulling out my cock to shoot the last little bit onto his shiny chest. We both smile and I collapse on top of his chest as exhaustion takes over.

[metamorphesque]

think about how there’s no such thing as a complete touch—only the illusion of it… think about how you’re moved and affected and scarred and scratched and bruised and kissed and bitten by a mere illusion… think about how you’re saved from the real thing… think about how you’re bereaved of the real thing

[melverie]

Listen, if you were to push Lucifer down on his back, then pin his arms above his head and sit down on his stomach as you smirk down at him, he WILL short circuit so hard that his pride will be temporarily deleted from his brain

For the next century or so, his gaze will continue to hold nothing but complete and utter reverence for You and only You. He will look at You like You are beauty and holiness and perfection incarnate, as if the only purpose of the stars decorating the night sky above—and by extension, the only purpose of the morning star himself—was to bear witness to Your allure and charm. To the brilliance of Your existence

Compared to You, his father has been nothing but a false idol all this time

Also if you lie down on his chest & raise your head just high enough that he can't kiss you he will start to vibrate at 900 miles per hour proof: I'm the skeleton in Luci's room

[judasisgayriot]

fall out bunny: real and true

[shamebats]

They should invent an economic system where I don't have to choose between having enough income to live off of and being able to feel joy

[upthewitchypunx]

Accountability post: today I will clean up my desk. It's a giant oak rolltop desk I inherited from my grandfather.

It is currently covered in boxes and random stuff and I really should make it a useful space and not just a catchall I tend to ignore.

Is this accountability post about people who read this or maybe it is to my ancestors, who I'm just now realizing, seem to hang around me a lot in this liminal space at the end of the year?

[mary34blog]

Out of all the AveMuji girlies I was always most invested in wtf Umiri's deal was out of them cause like... I had legit no idea what direction they end up taking with her.

With the others you could make a pretty decent guess about where it goes: Like Mutsumi DID surprise was unexpected to be sure, (mostly because I didn't think they would actually put that in a Bandori season) but even with her I had a decent image of her character trajectory. (Some of which I ended up guessing correctly.) And lord knows the entire creative team likes to hype the hell out of the incoming Uika Twist so I knew going in that whatever happens with her it's gonna be A Doozy in some way.

And then. There is this fuck ass bassist right here. She's in thirty gods damned bands. Thirty. What. Even if most of them barely active or dies quickly mfer that's still a lotta work. She's calm and proffesional. She's a snarky jester who likes to annoy Taki. She's making Higurashi faces in the OP for some reason. She looks like a terrified mouse in one shot of the same OP. While everyone and their grandma was busy watching Uika Misumi with baited breath I was obsessing over this funky little idiot. Sasaki Rico told us there was a bomb under the table but I only cared about why the guy stage right to the table is Like That.

And then. AND THEN. This episode is like: Umiri Yahata is like that because she's still upset about her first band she was in (that judging by their appearance in the flashback was founded in elementary school/early middle school at best) ditched her on the day of their performance. Also she goes on retail therapy after her last girlband ex refuses to text her back and dumps her tragic backstory on her ex coworker. She also leaves the bill to said coworker btw. And know is trying to get the band together while using their former rhythm guitarist's alter for her own ends all the while being framed like a sinister supervillain, right after we spent half an episode establishing her as the ultimate failgirl. Which somehow makes her look an even bigger failgirl/complimentary /affectionate. Also she sustains herself on a diet of protein supplements and vending machine drinks.

And. I. Love. Every. Second. of this fuckery. So so much. Umiri Yahata you are the woman of all time, I hope you get worse/affectionate

[apollos-boyfriend]

Hoping the Brazilian polycule was everything you wanted for Brazil. Brazil number one in getting their egg down a life? Is this a Brazil number one moment?

yes. every brasil moment is a brasil número 1 moment. hope this helps <3

[cruel-hiraeth]

yuuta being a devoted father and clan head and still making time to fuck you nasty every. single. day.

[zedif-y]

this is just me rambling so maybe take it with a grain of salt, but i kind of hate how so much of fictional media makes unrequited feelings seem like such a depressing death sentence. like. i can't be the only one that feels that that's a little fucked up.

so love is selfless until you feel it so deeply that rejection makes you wonder if you are about to die. love is beautiful until it isn't returned in which case it is a curse. love is wanting the best for someone until the best turns out to not be you.

and maybe i'm jaded and maybe i'm just bitter but i think that's all fucked up. i think that you can have feelings for someone and continue being friends past any sort of rejection as long as nobody involved is weird about it. i think love can be an amazing feeling whether or not it is reciprocated the same way back.

i'd love to see stories where two people are friends and one is in love and the other isn't and they both know. and they're okay. and there isn't a secret pain, a hidden deep sorrow from within. there isn't scheming to change the situation, just an acceptance and an understanding between two people that yeah. you're important to me. our feelings are different but at its core they are the same.

am i insane? is this really that crazy of a concept?

because sure pining is a thing but doesn't that just stem from feeling like you aren't as valued by the person as much as you value them? does someone have to kiss you and take you out on dates labelled 'ROMANTIC' to say hey, if you disappeared from my life it would crush me. your presence is valued and i cherish the time we spend together.

is there something i'm not getting? is there something i just don't understand?

why can't love just be?

[mirellapryce]

It is time to hurt you all again with one of my first thoughts I had when I joined this fandom. It starts with Charles' parents right after he died. Charles' mum looking through photos of Charles for the funeral, and she finds the classic baby photo of baby Charles sleeping on his sleeping dad's bare chest. She's been barely holding it together, but this is what sets her off. This is what has her screaming at her husband for the first time. THIS is the man she married! THIS is the father to her baby boy! Her baby boy is dead, but where has THAT MAN been for all these years? How could THAT MAN have hurt her son?

She's crying and yelling, and shoving the photo in his face. She's been trying to hold it together for much longer than the week since Charles died, and this is everything coming out at once. Charles' dad would normally snap in anger, but that photo - he takes one look and everything hits him too. His son is dead. His baby boy is dead and not coming back. Before that, he hurt Charles, and over WHAT? He made his son afraid of him, and now he'll never have the chance to make up for it. He's crying too, and this is the worst way it could have happened, but maybe now is the chance for him to change.