#📚————musing

[story-magic]

@xxcolorfulmusesxx asked: Roxanne had her hands on Chica's face cheeks and kissed her on the beak.

🍕 Chica was in her Mazercise putting the weights away and was humming happily. She tuned on her heels and saw Roxanne. Before she could say anything, she blushed from the kiss stropping the prop.

[ahogedetective]

HAPPYY PRIDE MONTH MY LOVELIES!!! 💖🏳️‍🌈✨!!!!!!!! May you have the most wonderful June!! And to always feel safe and loved!!! I love you all!!! And ur wonderful muses!!! *BEAR HUGS YOU ALL!!!* 💓

[daisyjonesgf]

muse would fs start tagging all her celeb crushes in one long post and continue to tag billy on every single one when she’s mad at him

- 📚 xx

absolutely, she's petty af

[nabataprophet]

"Thought you said if you had to run, they'd catch you."

Not a hint of malice in his voice—he's glad they didn't.

One more person crossed off his list. Most had been accounted for by now. Every person he knew here, no matter how much or little, he'd been glad to see. In spite of that, he couldn't feel relieved, not while nothing had even begun to be settled. He still didn't know what was happening, why, or by whose hand. He'd seen conflicts since coming here, but nothing on this scale, nothing that so proudly blazoned the banners of war.

He knew by now that this was home, to many. He knew something of what it felt to lose that.

Al is by no means a severe person, but his tone shifts slightly that way when he speaks next: "Hey, you've been here for a while, haven't you?" He asks—even if she looked to be about his age, something about her had seemed more knowing. "D'you know who's doing this?"

Sophia shakes her head, scattering lavender hair, "My unit... was the rearguard... in the mountain path. We couldn't run... even if we wanted to. We were... providing backup... to the other units."

It doesn't seem particularly important for her to mention that she had also blasted her fair share of enemies with dark magic and wasn't just a sitting duck, so she neglects to bring it up.

Still, despite his unconventional greeting, she is glad that the strange boy survived the night. He is one more familiar face to have survived the wreckage, one less person to mourn in moments of agonized silence. It's a little less lonely to know that someone else with the blood of dragons had managed to make it to this underground fortress, even if he isn't someone she knows very well.

She cannot blame him for his suspicion; that everything that had happened to them and their allies had a source, a reason.

"...Have you ever heard... of the village... Rusalka?" Sophia asks cryptically, but it's clear she isn't really looking for an answer from him. "You should ask the others here... if they recognize... that name. They can tell you... more than I can."

A month long dream that hadn't been her own... how nice it would be if this were just someone else's else dream.

[secretly-sayori]

Hiii!

My name is Saturn [see here!] and I go by he/it!

Some stuff I'm into!!

Post-Phone Panic 💕 [STRICTLY PLATONIC!]

I @softheartthrobs and @dokidoki-reblog [ddlc roleplay accounts!] if you'd like to go check them out!! They're connected, and based [mostly] on the side stories!

[Also, my fictionkin blogs are: @sunshineandrainclouds (Sayori) and @prestigious-poet (Monika)]

Current Vocal Stims: "Do not worry, pregnant spinosauraus. We will be nice and nice."

Now, onto the usual stuff -

I am also an age regressor! My sideblog is @starshine-pup!

Genderfluid and ambiam on the aroace umbrella, as well as a xenogender hoarder!

Tags:

☆ミ rae!! - my best friend!! ♡

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cg!yuri, cg!monika, cg!natsuki, cg!sayori - age regression posts including the girls as fictional caregivers

[association] - posts that aren't related to age regression but I apply to a regression character!

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[asheanon]

I also come bearing a little 🌌🌹💜 thought today. 💕

🪶 Feathers

It's about those feathery fronds again and something that could potentially happen in one of the select few Ashe stories where things don't end tragically. It would have to because it would take a good while in relationship time for something like this to transpire, I think!

So... My Kuja's feathers go through molting cycles, right? To dive a little deeper into this morsel of lore, however, I sometimes wonder... if given the opportunity to salvage the crown feathers in particular, if they're actually collected. They're nice feathers, perhaps he would?

Regardless of whether or not they would be, however, there is the thought they could be for at least one little thing, at some point. Because...

When you have feelings for someone who is known for wearing their fair share of feather accessories, you may naturally be led to wonder what it would be like for them to wear feathers of your own. 🪶

I reckon it's a bit like their own brand of wearing your SO's clothing. Paired with Monster Hunter. Romantic Monster Hunter.

What really gets me about this concept is... while it absolutely would take a long time for this gesture to occur as it is, given how these two work emotionally, it would also take a while if there aren't existing feather collections. It takes time for feathers to grow and regrow, age to "perfection" (in Kuja's mind,) sort through for the best ones (no less will be accepted here,) contemplate jewelry designs and have them crafted into jewelry.

Essentially, this would be an act that was meditated for a pretty long time... it's a lot of deliberation and effort to put into something so small, really. And that's part of what makes it special. 🤍

[bullet-rebuttle]

Trying to make sprites for the first time..and figures first oc gets first sprite so Naoko first sprite (I haven’t done shaking yet

Yes it’s shit, but first sprite leave me alone

[kissandships]

"I wish I could hate you," JH. Non T9S compliant? :)

Jackie looks over to her… what is he? Her boyfriend? Her really good friend? Her acquaintance? She sighs, frustrated with herself. “I wish I could hate you.”

Hyde doesn’t say anything, just watches her. If he says something, he might put his foot in it even further.

“But I just can’t.” She studies her perfectly pink manicure. She sighs, because this next part is going to be hard. “And I don’t think I can love you anymore either.”

“Jackie—“

“You hurt me, Steven. All because you decided you saw something. Something that didn’t happen!”

He swallows, trying to keep his zen. “So that’s it?”

She shrugs. She doesn’t want it to be it, but she doesn’t want to be hurt again either. Either way, she’s unhappy. So she makes a decision. Quietly, she whispers, “that’s it.”

[story-magic]

Striker entered in Verosika's club and sat down on a bat stool eyeing the Succubus "Hey there sweet cheeks" he grinned.-slithering-cowboy

💔 @slithering-cowboy

💔 Verosika was leaning against the bar table, talking to the tender who works for her. Hearing that voice made her rolled her eyes, "Don't call me sweet cheeks" she hissed.

[ahogedetective]

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[daisyjonesgf]

in desperate need of soft muse and billy thoughts tonight 🙏🙏

- 📚 xx

THIS IS SO LATE FROM WHEN YOU SENT IT I'M SORRY 😭

early mornings where muse is sitting on the porch, listening to the birds, drinking a cup of water, and billy has been looking for her and finds her, he sits down too and beckons her over. muse sitting on billy's lap, cuddled up together, just watching the sun fully rise and billy muttering on about some song idea he's had and muse is just trying not to fall back asleep on him, but she nearly does and he carries her back to bed and the two cuddle up under the sheets to get a few more hours

[transs3xualmagg0t]

Also I never told you but the fact you pick an emoji for everyone who sends you an ask is so cute 😭💕💕

someone noticed !!!!!!!

*EXPLODES*

[orbitaldeathwoomy]

[The next day, the squad is hanging out at Ruby's place as usual, and...]

"WHAT??"

[Cerrin flinches a little when Ruby shouts.]

"Your dad blackmailed Ursula's and my parents??"

"What was he thinking?! They could have really hurt him????"

"I mean, it seemed to get them to back off--??"

"Did they say anything as they left?"

"I don't know, I was kind of in shock half the time--"

"Dude, it sounds like they knew they lost... That's good, right??"

[Cerrin stops to take a breath, trying to keep himself and everyone everyone else calm as he searches for a way to answer all their questions.]

"Look, I'm not sure what he was thinking or how he came out of it unscathed, but I do know that the dirt he had on them was huge."

[Everyone else falls silent in anticipation of what else he has to say.]

"Apparently, those files Koa dug up had to do with a scandal they covered up."

"What kind of scandal? C'mon, spill it!"

"Uh..."

[Koa looks over to Cerrin, noticing the unsure look in his eyes.]

"...Maybe we should drop it for now."

"Y-Yeah! What matters is that my dad is safe and those jerks are gone. We should be happy!"

"I guess you're right.... Still wanna know what they did, though..."

[As things settle down a bit and everyone starts to go back to doing their own thing, Ursula moves to sit next to her brother on the couch. Her voice is soft when she speaks.]

「If you want to talk about anything later, you know I'm always here for you.」

「Yeah... I might have to take you up on that...」

[justalittlelogophile]

🤍🌱 Tender 🌱🤍

One of the synonyms of the word tender = delicate

To be delicate means to be very fine in texture or structure; of intricate workmanship

The root meaning: something delightful or charming in nature

In Jacob 2:7 of the Book of Mormon, the Prophet Jacob describes a woman’s heart as being “tender, chaste and delicate…which thing is pleasing unto God.”

In a world where you may be mocked for your goodness, please remember

Your delicate and tender heart is an intricate work, interwoven and designed with such fine quality that is brings enjoyment to the Creator

Simply put, your existence alone brings joy, and that alone is all the permission needed for you to shine.

~Po

Feeling aggressively affectionate today and realized this could very well be said about you

@anobodyinabog

[justa-mina]

📜and there's nothing like a mad woman, what a shame she went mad. no one likes a mad woman, you made her like that

 📜 dados

nome: wilhelmina murray idade: 32 anos (31/10) zodíaco: 🌞 escorpião; 🌜 virgem; 🔼 capricórnio lable: the wallflower sexualidade: ??? kinnies: tba my loyalty lies with: mocinhos-ish

📜  resumo

Depois de anos de sua semi-transformação em vampira, o casamento de Mina Murray ainda era assombrado pelos acontecimentos daquela época. Os resquícios do consumo do sangue de Drácula ainda eram presentes em Mina, e eram o motivo para que o rancor de seu marido crescesse a ponto de não conseguir olhar mais para ela. Construido sobre fundações frágeis, o matrimonio ruiu de vez com a constante frustração na tentativa de conceber uma criança (não que ela fosse ser capaz de concertar os estragos já causados de qualquer forma). Após o divórcio, Mina voltou a usar seu nome de solteira, largou a carreira como professora de educação infantil e se mudou para Tão Tão Distante, na esperança de reconstruir sua vida sem que as sombras do passado a assombrassem durante as noites.

Mina trabalha como bibliotecária na biblioteca pública de Tão Tão Distante, e está sempre reclamando com frequentadores barulhentos ou ajudando os leitores a fazerem o match perfeito com suas futuras leituras.

📜  personalidade

+ diligente, indepedente, detalhista, encantadora - insegura, vingativa, egoista, arrogante

📜 fun facts

i. mina desde criança é obcecada em registrar seus dias e mantém diarios desde que aprendeu a escrever; ii. apesar de ser cheia de opinião, Mina é uma pessoa bem timida, e guarda seus pensamentos para o papel ou para pessoas mais intimas; iii. tem uma cicatriz no pescoço causada pelo ataque que quase a transformou, e sempre utiliza lenços para escondê-la; iv. adora crianças, mas desde que perdeu seu bebê as evita pois ainda se sente culpada. Ainda assim, vez ou outra pode ser encontrada lendo para crianças na biblioteca; v. mora sozinha e quase não recebe visitantes em sua casa pois se tornou bastante reclusa após o divórcio;

📜 player: doe (ela/dela)

[potsherdss]

*     ‘      ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 !

General

Name: Dr. Evander Lysandros Sidaris Age: 30s Gender: Male Species: Human Nationality: Greek Occupation: Archaeologist, Egyptologist (he has two Ph.D.s, what a nerd)

Hobbies & Interests

Collecting and cataloging antiques (he has quite the impressive teapot, stamp and book collection!).

Cooking, baking.

Tea.

Writing, reading.

Gardening, botany.

Antique teapots. His teapots are sacred. Don’t touch them.

Personality traits

Sweet, caring, gentle.

Lighthearted, often seeing the positive side of things.

Pacifist; dislikes (and often avoids) conflict… which isn't always a good thing.

Polite and friendly.

Thoughtful.

Intelligent and curious, with a deep love of learning.

Creative and imaginative, with a passion for storytelling.

Sensitive and empathetic.

Comfortable with solitude; in fact, he often prefers it.

A bit of an oddball.

Tends to get overly passionate about certain topics.

Has a habit of getting lost in his thoughts and daydreams (don’t mind him staring off into the distance…).

Tends to skip small-talk (goodness, he really struggles with small-talk and can be a little... awkward) and launch into monologues about topics he's passionate about… even if he’s just met you 5 minutes ago. He is a chronic info-dumper and oversharer.

Afraid of public speaking. Whenever he has to give a lecture or presentation, he is a blushing, stammering mess and tries to hide behind his notes.

Doesn’t drink alcohol and if he does, oh boy. 

Goes into hyperfocus when immersed in his interests or research.

He cannot STAND perfume. It gives him a headache and makes him nauseous (hello, sensory sensitivity). Natural scents are fine.

Trivia

Vegetarian.

Has a faint Greek accent. 

Very intelligent. Also very awkward.

Doesn’t have a car or a driver’s license – but he has a green old vintage bicycle!

Afraid of heights. Avoids tall buildings and bridges.

Is a bit superstitious and equally fascinated and terrified of the paranormal. He has seen some eerie things that made him question his own sanity.

Has a knack for finding hidden meanings and symbolism in the artifacts he discovers.

Has a soft spot for animals and has volunteered at animal shelters in the past.

Has a talent for languages and can speak several fluently, including Latin, Ancient Greek, and Sanskrit. He enjoys studying the etymology of words and their cultural significance.

Always Carries a Notebook.

Paces when thinking.

His antiques and books are organized in a specific way, and if you take a book you gotta put it back IN THE EXACT SAME SPOT OK!!?

Usually wears eccentric tweed suits. Colorful (bow)ties and socks are a MUST.

Needs reading glasses, but constantly misplaces them.

Physical appearance

Blonde, long curly hair, kinda messy, often tied back in a ponytail or bun.

Sun-kissed skin, faint freckles.

Bright blue eyes.

1.81m.

He has a few minor scars on his arms and hands from his field work.

Lean “dad bod”.

Style: Classic, sophisticated, “professor core”; comfortable, knitted pullovers and cardigans, tweed suits; earthy colors but always with a pop of color.

Background

Evander grew up in a small Greek town where he developed a love for history and archaeology at a young age. His parents (his mother being a history teacher, his father a librarian) were both supportive of his interests and encouraged him to pursue his passion.

He began his career as an archaeologist working on local sites and eventually landed a job as a field archaeologist.

He has worked on various archaeological sites around the world, including in Mexico, Peru, Guatemala, and finally Egypt. Some of his notable works include working at the ancient Mayan city of Tikal in Guatemala. After earning his first Ph.D. in archaeology, he worked in Egypt and spent several years working on various excavation sites throughout the country, including the famous Valley of the Kings, before eventually getting his second Ph.D. and securing a position as a lead archaeologist and Egyptologist.

After many years of working as a field archaeologist, Evander began to feel burnt out from the constant travel and after a… particularly dangerous adventure, he decided to settle down and start a new chapter in his life. He currently works at the local museum where he spends his time researching and cataloging ancient artifacts.

Apartment

Evander's apartment is small but cozy. His  bookshelves are filled with antique tomes, archaeological texts, antiques, books, one shelf is designated to his extensive teapot collection. 

He has a green thumb and enjoys tending to a variety of potted plants, which are scattered throughout the apartment and even spill out onto his small balcony. There are herbs growing in the kitchen, small succulents on the windowsills, and even a few hanging baskets suspended from the ceiling.

His desk is always quite chaotic and a little cluttered with books, journals, and scrolls.

A few small trinkets and artifacts are scattered about the desk as well.

Evander's cat Cleo usually lounges on his floral couch in his living room.