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this or that  ( muse edition )

coffee or tea

early bird or night owl

chocolate or vanilla

spring or autumn

silver or gold

pop or alternative

freckles or dimples

snakes or sharks

mountains or fields

thunderstorm or lightning

egyptian or greek mythology

ivory or scarlet

flute or lyre

opal or diamond

butterflies or honeybees

macarons or eclairs

typewritten or handwritten

secret garden or secret library

rooftop or balcony

spicy or mild

opera or ballet

london or paris

vincent van gogh or claude monet

denim or leather

potions or spells

ocean or desert

mermaids or sirens

masquerade ball or cocktail party

Tagged by: @rotrioted​​  !

Tagging: @decdlycute​ + @theabandonedones​ / @mcuntainbcrn​ / @bruisedmorality​​

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PLANET THAT MATCHES YOUR PERSONALITY .

    (   everyone has a planet that matches their personality, take the quiz  &  post your results  to see which one your muse  matches with the most!   )

SATURN.

Saturn embodies the spirit of the scholar; you pull knowledge fro the universe  &  spin it into wisdom for others who ask for it. Once you set your mind to something, you have a tendency to develop tunnel vision by ignoring other people  &  your needs. When you are able to balance yourself  &  your ambitions, however, you are a magnificent force of intelligence.

TAGGED BY:  @gctita​​ TAGGING:  @hawkinsgoth​​   /   @mcuntainbcrn​​   /   @goreburdened​​   /   @lunafaeris​​   /   @theabandonedones​​   (I think you’ve done this before but Hell knows you’ve enough muses to do it again)   /   anyone that wants to steal it!

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Tag Dump: General #2

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USE THIS WEBSITE TO GENERATE YOUR MUSE’S POKEMON TEAM.

MUSE:  Cassidy.

Tagged by: Myself-

Tagging: @theabandonedones (do Kassi and Alexander?)  +  @empathystricken (Ben and Christy?)  /  @mcuntainbcrn  /  @rotrioted (any muse/s)  /  @xfaucheuse  /  @city-full-of-ocs (Roxxan?)  /  @bruisedmorality​  /   anyone that wants to steal this!

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What Is Your Problem?

You’re Too Nice

That's not a bad thing, not by far.  You're wonderful to be around and no one hates you.  But it feels like they do.  Maybe it's imposter's syndrome.  Maybe it's simply fear. Nno one hates you but you need everyone to like you.  You need to feel validated and so you go out of your way, so far out of your way that you shove yourself to the side of your own story.  Remember, you are your main character.  You need just as much attention as the rest of us.  You're human, and it is okay to want, to ask without being expected to return every time.  You don't need to compensate for your friendships.  I know it's hard to believe, so many people have used you like a stepping stone that a path is beginning to form over your body.  You can't let them do it, though.  Change is hard, but you need to find people that will care for you without expecting payment.  Those people, your people, are right around the corner.  They're waiting to listen, to talk, to greet you with their arms open and their smiles wide.  Accept them.  You're worth it.  You are worth the love and the friendship and the happiness that is waiting for you.  Take that step.  Stand up for yourself.  You're strong, I know you can do it.

Tagged By: Snagged from @mcuntainbcrn​

Tagging: @decdlycute​ / @theabandonedones  /  @rotrioted  /  @xfaucheuse

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PERSONALIZED DRINK FOR YOUR MUSE

Tagged by:  @fangedkitten Tagging:  @theabandonedones  /  @maggiestein  /  @babbydeath  

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seasonal aesthetics. repost, don’t reblog!

Walter Dornez.

      𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.     a chill right down to the bones.   tobogganing.   teeth chattering.   sleeping all day.   sitting by the fireplace.   spending time with family.    layered clothing.    seeing another’s breath.    loving the cold.   a state of inactivity.    cold hands.   blistering winds shaking the closed windows.    a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.   cable knit socks.   a bitter remark.   a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.   hating the cold. full length windows to peer out of.   pale skin.   deep conversations. watching the snow fall.   sharp  edges.  hot cocoa.   smelling every candle in the store.   a wild snow storm.   melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub.   snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets.   liking, but not loving something or someone.

      𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.  the smell after it rains.  being in control of yourself.  a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes.  cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope.  the relief of finding something you lost.  paris in the spring.  birds chirping. the art of growing.  a kiss on the cheek.  the clap of thunder.  a tornado in the valley.  smiling at a stranger.  planning.  saccharine pinks.  making promises.  trying something new.  hugs when you need them most.   a bee sting.      sitting on the steps of the met.     coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.   picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.  that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time.  going to the gym/training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself.  rain boots.

      𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.     lanterns lit around a campfire.   seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks.  the feeling of never wanting something to end.  beach days.       the lone blow up floaty left in the pool.       drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.  music blasting at 3am,     loud and proud.     palms trees on sunset boulevard.     longer days and shorter nights.  wanderlust.   nights spent staring at the stars.   sand castles.   road trips.   blood orange sunsets.   leaving the laundry to hang outside.  flowers in bloom.  sneaking out of your room late at night.  pure contentment.  barefoot in the sand.   the street lights coming on.    the sound of the ocean in a seashell.    freshly squeezed lemonade.  loose clothing.  a cannonball into the pool.  sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk.   relaxation.

      𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.   the leaves changing colors.  a heavy backpack. the smell of old books.  eating until you’re stuffed.  deep, dark woods.     the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ).    abandoned houses.      ripped jeans.  crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before.  sitting at a bay window.  having endless amount of work.   charcoal drawings.   screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.   pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.    museums.     small talk.   being ignored. procrastinating.   a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.   baking pies.   the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling  completely and terribly lost.  a twig snapping.  crisp, cool days.  belly laughter after crying.  converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal.  a lonely day.

Tagged: I’m not gonna spam her notifs with @’s, but I repeatedly stole it off Dee. Tagging: Tag yourself, live your dreams.

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‧͙⁺˚♡ ━ SPOOKY MUSE AESTHETICS

bloodied knuckles ･  tear stained cheeks ･  rust  ･ a busted lip ･  claws  ･ fangs  ･  a bloody nose ･  chattering teeth  ･  a dark space underneath the bed  ･  scratching noises on a wall  ･ creaking metal  ･  fog  ･  dancing under moonlight  ･  blood dripping lips ･ heavy breathing in the dark  ･ a feeling of unexplained dread  ･ a figure in a dark corner ･  dirty peeling wallpaper  ･  a bloody handprint on the wall ･  sobbing in the dark  ･ bite marks on the skin  ･  eerie whispers ･  a hood covering a stranger’s eyes  ･ the growl of a hidden animal ･ the sound of a blade being sharpened  ･  a deep, dark forest  ･  walking on the streets alone at night ･  a cobweb-filled, abandoned building  ･  eyes darting in paranoia ･  a heavy beating pulse ･  the feeling of being trapped  ･  struggling to get out a scream ･  boards covering broken windows  ･  a quiet graveyard  ･  a gas station in the middle of nowhere  ･  a road that never ends  ･ heavy fog rolling in  ･   the scent of blood in the air ･  eerie old photographs  ･  walking along train tracks at night  ･  a chill going up the spine･  gathering crows ･  a dusty, dimly lit study ･ mist over a deserted cobblestone street ･  ghost towns ･  shadows around a campfire ･ the sound of chanting  ･ church bells tolling  ･ an orange harvest moon  ･  a broken down carnival ･  a dirty stuffed animal abandoned  ･ wiping bloody hands on fabric ･  nightmares  ･ waking up in a panic  ･ a power outage  ･ heavy lightning storms ･ a secret trap door ･ the feeling of being watched  ･  fear from trauma  ･  a ouija board set out on a table ･  an eerie doll  ･  a scream of anguish & pain ･  withered plants  ･ a room that’s been forgotten & gathered dust ･  owl eyes in the dark ･  curled, dead tree branches  ･ a ritual altar ･ flickering candles  ･  a lantern held up in the dark ･  fear of being followed  ･ creaking floorboards  ･  repressed, horrible memories  ･  clenched teeth ･  soft, echoing piano keys  ･  an old book covered in dust ･  many pairs of glaring eyes ･  stumbling in pitch black darkness  ･  being stranded in the middle of nowhere  ･ tarot cards on a table ･ a trail of blood

Tagged by: Yes.

Tagging: Steal that bitch, live your dreams.

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USE THIS WEBSITE TO GENERATE YOUR MUSE’S POKEMON TEAM.

MUSE:  Alec.

Tagged by: Myself-

Tagging: @scriipted​ when your blog’s up

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Where Does Your Power Lie?

The Eyes

You are always looking. Ahead, back, up, down. You can see all the possibilities, all the consequences, all the stars. Your power is steady, squinting, taking everything in. Your power is glaring, shining. Your strength is in tears of happiness, sorrow, anger, fear. Your strength is in your ability to dream, to understand. and you are never the first to blink.

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Tagging: Everyone!

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Where Does Your Power Lie?

The Guts

You just know, don't you? You feel everything so deeply. Your power is instinctual, primal. Your power is only ever obvious when you need it to be, but it's never failed you. You always know when something has turned sour, you can always feel the shift in the atmosphere. You just do.

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Tagging: Everyone!

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Where Does Your Power Lie?

The Heart

Your power is steady and driving. Your power is fickle, it skips and it races and it bleeds and it burns. Your strength is in how much you care, about everything. Your strength is cold, and it is stone, and it is soft, and it is on your sleeve. And you love — my god, do you love.

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Tagging: Everyone!

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Where Does Your Power Lie?

The Blood

Oh it courses through you. Your power is never outside of your periphery. It is always there, rushing and freezing and boiling. Your strength is in how well you know yourself, and your abilities. You are acutely aware of your energy, and what bleeds you.

Tagged By: snagged from @mcuntainbcrn​

Tagging: @empathystricken (Cody?)  + @theabandonedones​ (Kieran?)  /  feel free to steal it, lovelies.

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12 Associations !

Repost & fill in the words you most associate with your character.

Tagged by:  @arrowsandnotes ! Tagging: @fangedkitten  /  @warwxlf  /  @iincxbxs  /  anyone else who wants to steal it !

Animal: Stray Cats - can take care of themselves, but should probably still be supervised because they don’t have the best judgement. Bitter bastards until they warm up to you. Etc.

Colors: Silver-blues & muted violets.

Month: December.

Song: I’m Not An Angel - Halestorm.

Number: Three.

Day Or Night: Dawn, specifically.

Plant: Carnations.

Smell: Cigarette smoke & old books.

Season: Winter.

Food: Cinnamon cookies.

Element: Air.

Drink:  Black tea with a shot of whiskey.

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FAMOUS LINES OF POETRY.  

BOLD the ones that apply! Repost, don’t reblog!

Walter

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i // april is the cruelest month, // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // whose woods these are i think i know // let us twain walk aside from the rest // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary // i taught myself to live simply and wisely //

it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my love is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me // it was many and many a year ago // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away //

i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud // and death shall have no dominion // laugh, and the world laughs with you // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveler // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, //

in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if starry space no limit knows// come live with me and be my love // had we but world enough and time // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do i love thee? let me count the ways // heaven is what i cannot reach! //

my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not all a dream // he clasps the crag with crooked hands.

Tagged by: @theabandonedones

Tagging: Third verse, same as the first.

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USE THIS WEBSITE TO GENERATE YOUR MUSE’S POKEMON TEAM.

MUSE:  Annabelle.

Tagged by: Myself-

Tagging: You!!