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🐝  *  ―  𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝟎𝟐𝟕: 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑. ( wanted something clean and simple for once, so here we have it. the preview can be found here. it's a single muse template with a landing / navigation page, a rules page, a dossier page, a timeline page, and a verse page. due to the number of elements used, this template requires at least a pro lite account. if you want to upgrade, feel free to use my referral code KB4W13V3 because it helps me out. )

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CARMEN "CARMY" BERZATTO The Bear 2x01 "Beef"

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" could be... " the words come out in a murmur, paired with playful fingers tapping up and down sergio's chest. benji peers at him, blue eyes unsettlingly big, grin lazy and slow as it spreads across his face. " but i'm not all that good an actor," he shrugs, eyebrows shooting up in a wordless gesture of think what you wanna think, baby. sympathy etches into benji's expression as he goes on and those tapping fingers turn into a more gentle caress up and down his arm, his lip jutting out. " our parents can expect all day, but what you expect out of yourself matters a hell of a lot more, don't you think? what do you wanna do? forget politics. " he speaks like he empathizes, but he doesn't. jonas doesn't expect a thing from benji — which comes with it's own... unique set of challenges ( feeling useless ). benji's looking into his eyes in anticipation for his answer, still caressing his arm, interested to hear what sergio's dreams really are — if he's even allowed himself to have them. he presses a kiss to his mouth, quick but gentle, and lowers his voice. he parts just enough that the words aren't muffled. " uh-uh. i know i'm special. "

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  ,  there  had  to  be  someone  out  there  who  could  actually  see  him.  instead  people  saw  what  they  wanted  ,  and  ran  with  their  assumptions  ,  and  at  some  point  sergio  stopped  giving  into  the  gossip  ,  allowing  the  publics  minds  to  go  wild.  "  I  think  you're  just  saying  that  because  im  laying  here  half  naked  right  now.  "  his  lower  half  still  tangled  in  the  sheets  ,  wishing  he  could  just  stay  and  hide  here  forever.  "  my  dad  expects  me  to  follow  in  his  foot  steps  ,  but  politics  has  never  been  my  thing  ,  and  never  will  be.  "  he  should  have  been  on  his  way  to  a  charity  gala  ,  but  after  his  latest  stunt  the  paparazzi  was  sure  to  be  out  full  force.  "  oh  you  think  your  special  now  ,  huh?  "  the  tender  touch  of  his  lips  ,  warm  his  cheeks  more  than  expected  ,  only  causing  his  grip  to  tighten  slightly.

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“t’es surprenant, j'aime bien les gens surprenants.”

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the subject of money going missing is a sensitive one for regan. for as long as he could remember, he was hiding cash from his addict parents, to survive — to keep the kids alive. so, he's quick to point fingers, but it being pointed back wasn't something he expected. the confusion is enough for him to be willing to slow down, to take this part piece by piece. he sits and pulls anxiously at his jeans, jaw clenched and eyes up on the ceiling. " at home, with my siblings. littlest one's sick, so i was wiping her nose all night. " his voice is raw when he speaks. they haven't... discussed his home situation, yet. he tries not to until he's serious about someone. " i raise my three youngest. i rushed over today because i forgot my wallet, last time i was here. some bills are due. i had the cash ready in it. how much are you missing? i guess someone robbed you and thought my wallet was more of your stuff. "

he rubs his palm against the back of his head, trying his best to overcome the migraine that was already starting to sprout. he really didn’t need this right now, he didn’t need his shit ransacked and his money stolen right from under his nose. this wasn’t something that he deserved. he needed that money, and he knew if he didn’t get it back he’d be in even bigger trouble. “ yeah… sure, start from the beginning. “ he nods, curling his fingers around the edge of the counter, keeping himself steady. “ where were you last night? “ 

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such a statement should scare dylan. if she were smarter, maybe it would? maybe it would. but the thing is, she does know being here is stupid — her planting her feet firmly into the ground in this moment is nothing intelligence related but instead indicative of a complete lack of self preservation: whatever happens to her is going to happen, and the larger part of her motive here is being fueled by intrigue. and gale is nothing if not intriguing, huh? " yeah? you do? and why's that? " the questions come out and her arms are crossing her chest, head is tipping back so her chin is tilted up at him, and grin is widening — despite everything, the mischief in her is as palpable as ever. worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, she looks at him for a long, quiet moment. " what're you doin' here, gale? something you don't want me to know about? "

          grits his teeth, jaw clenching once he does and gale begins to wonder why he got involved with her to begin with. not his brightest endeavor; which is why things were ended the moment he realized he would never be able to maintain and nurture a conventional romantic relationship. especially not with someone who chases conspiracies for a living. notices the look that shadows over dylan’s stare, one he’s received enough times to know nothing good follows it. however, gale can see that she is inebriated so perhaps he can use it to his advantage.   “   we’re the only ones here.   ”   glosses over her lie, words said with a menacing edge as a reminder to her that they were the only two people here. middle of the night with a guy she clearly doesn’t trust and high like she always is. bad omens all around.   “   i’d suggest you leave.   ”

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to say auggie's unconvinced is an understatement, but he isn't one to argue against someone determined of their point — if she says she's alright, he'll just have to accept that, albeit with a grain-of-salt mentality. he can't ignore the way her eyes search the dark, flickering wildly around while his eyes try to keep up, but he sees nothing too. maintaining his calm, he remains to appear concerned, but he looks to where she points, raises his brow, and gives a reassuring nod. "nah, s'bout where i'm headed. i'll take you there. we'll have to look around online for a motel 'cause i don't know off the top of my head... but i believe in us." with that, he starts the engine and starts their pretty-far journey, his eyes on the road but his mind lingering in wonder: what had she been looking over her shoulder for? should he ask? it doesn't really occur to him 'til this moment that he could be stepping into a world of hurt if she's got people after her. still, he doesn't regret stopping, even if that's the case... but not knowing can't be considered smart by any metric. he decides to work up to it with questions. " i'm auggie. what's your name? "

          she’s only half listening, too focused on making out the shapes in the dark and trying to discern whether they’re real or just her mind being over imaginative. with the things vivianne has witnessed at the hands of the group she’s been a part of for more than two years; it’s not far fetched at all to assume that the girl is plagued with paranoia by the malicious entities that she’s been in the presence of. snaps back into the conversation, brown eyes meeting her driver for the first time.   “   yeah, i’m fine.   ”   at the mention of her appearance, viv attempts to change her demeanor to reflect a calmness she does not feel as to not scare away her only savior.   “   just headin’ towards…   ”   trails off as she rummages through her bag, pulling out a tattered map with her handwriting all over it. points to the city that’s been circled in red ink.   “   i know it’s pretty far but you ain’t gotta take me the whole way. as long as we get the hell outta this place i’m good with you droppin’ me off wherever. preferably a motel.   ”

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his chin lifts with ease, guided by kyungsoo with no resistance, weary eyes glazed over and aching behind the blue as he stares back up at him. benji's texts had been mostly nonsensical, stream of consciousness thoughts, but they came from a place of loneliness — shameful, no doubt, but he's grateful he came. as grateful as he is guilty, feeling as though he doesn't deserve to be checked on like this. it doesn't stop him from leaning his cheek into that hand, savoring the moment of intimacy while he has it. "... you're kinder than most," benji murmurs, and what he really means is kinder than you should be. there's an awkward clearing of his throat after, and in a moment of clarity, he winces. " you didn't have to come, though. i'm okay. you can go. i'm sure you're busy. i'm fine, really. " who he's convincing is hard to discern.

muse:  baek  kyungsoo,  bartender,  26 open  to:  m/f/nb plot:  just  angsty  toxic  exes  

kyungsoo  knows  that  they  are  better  off  broken  up,  but  still  he  has  come  to  them  against  his  better  reason.  his  brows  knit  together  in  a  frown,  he  lets  out  a  sigh  before  tipping  their  chin,  tilting  their  head  to  look  in  his  direction.  “you  sent  so  many  drunk  texts…  i  had  to  come  over  and  make  sure  you  were  okay.”

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" c'mon... is it that mortifying? " the grin on his face is more mischievous than it is anything else, keen as ever on teasing oli, but the look in his eyes is much warmer — fonder. " can we skip the forgetting if i tell you the feelings mutual? "

a starter for @dialsdrnk.

"god, this is so embarrassing. can we please forget i said anything?"

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Send 💕 and I will tell you some muses of ours I think could work as a ship.

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May Sarton, from Recovering: A Journal [ID in alt text]

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🌸 hehe

omg <3 tysm for sending, its here!!

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@luneblush sent 🌸 for a random muse — and got axel everett !

" i know you're probably pissed, and that's totally valid, but... " hands pocketed and eyes hard on the ground, axel knows he's out of his depth here, askin' a favor of someone who he's barely in contact with anymore. he'd been drunk, is the bottom line. is drunk is the more accurate description, and that's why he can't keep his eyes up, can't look at them. drunk with no one to call but them, no way to get home, and a rain-heavy set of clothes that he's shuddering in while he tries to get the words out to apologize. " ...i'll make it up to you, okay? i'm sorry. i really — i really didn't have anyone else to call. " it's not like things ended badly between them; they never really ended at all, so much as they grew apart. he just... hates to be a burden.

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NAILEA DEVORA via tiktok

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fingers delicately smooth down her hair, dorian's hand carding through it absently as they watch... something he is not paying attention to. frankly, all of his attention is on her — which makes it almost funny that he isn't dialed into how not into this show she is, all the way up until the moment that she has to tell him. eyes blown wide and darting up to the screen, dori cracks a sheepish grin, eyebrows raising. " i... have no attachment to it, no, " he laughs, reaching with his free hand to rub at the back of his neck. his other hand remains in her hair, his fingers twirling a strand, lips pursing together to hum. " maybe a sweet middle ground. horror comedy? like... scream. i have it on dvd. all of them, actually. "

she’s comfortable — lying on her back with the back of her head resting comfortably on the other's lap. her fingers fidgeted with the label on the bottle of beer that rested on her stomach, trying to keep her mind occupied while she hummed along to the theme song of the television show playing in the background. “ you over watching this sappy bullshit yet? “ she asks, dark hues flicking up to greet the others. “ i can only watch them get back together so many times. “ she rolls her eyes, reaching for the remote. “ what are you feeling? horror, comedy, action — i could go with anything really. “ // @dialsdrnk

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🐝  *  ―  𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬.  (  send 🌸 or ‘RANDOM’ for me to use a random number generator to determine which one of my muses you’ll receive a starter from.  )