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[gwuisin]

it's not the comeback she thinks it is. lucky for you, you're shameless. "told you. i wanna see the guy ...maaaaybe figure out how his place looks."

uh.

“because he was relevant? for a second?” a beat. “why are you keeping up with it?”

[gwuisin]

eyebrows shoot right up, like cartoon carnival tents. "trick to every surprise is to make you think i suck at it." you rattle the tin box in your hand. something tut-tut-tuts like a tongue. probably a stone. "if you don't wanna join in, save me an ice-cream. free of burden. you'll owe me that."

the corners of her lips crumple together, her expression twisting into something like-- “you can't have known that. not on your own. and you're horrible with surprises, anyway.” / @gwuisin

[gwuisin]

ㅤ ㅤwilliam / jackson as the solar system. repost, do not reblog.

tagging. @6tasis / @amirneir or @truthseeks / @matercut / @agn1a or @dr1ings / @folie2deux / @hotkn1fe.

sun. / egotistical • melted wax wings and fingers • stretching sunburnt skin • the most generous soul • blood in the fruit • halos • anger on fire • high vitality • thunderous laughter • is pride really a sin? • halogenic aura

mercury. / expansion of the mind • silver-tongued • an everlasting wanderer • polyglot • high dexterity • handwritten letters • innately critical • en vogue • eyes in the trees • hidden libraries • there’s always room for improvement

venus. / in love with strangers • iridescent waters • love potions for your mirror • selfless devotion • shattering crystal • seafoam upon sand • the golden ratio • drowning in your own passion • material value & high principles • luring • plush lips

earth. / fresh springs • tree hugger • we can start again tomorrow • a blazing rainforest • respects survival of the fittest • nature’s adversity • lazy bones • constantly evolving • flowers sprouting from wounds • a granite altar • fossilized remains

moon. / illusory • silver shimmer off the ocean • secrets and gossip • cycles of reincarnation • a crybaby • physically ethereal • shared glances with a stranger • cat eyes • mistrusting their intuition • fear is a prison • ornate magic wands

mars. / healthy competition • attraction and repulsion • magma and rubies • a blade being forged • wrath wrath wrath • malefic • intense eye contact • cannon fodder & fireworks • blood floods • copper taste on your tongue

jupiter. / red robes and a suit of armor • beacon of stability • leader by birth • thunderbolts and lightning • guilty but can’t stop • secret rich kid • golden touch golden tears • innate optimist • failure isn’t an option • constantly reaching for more • unfinished symphonies

saturn. / traditional • overbearing energy • a sculptor of reality • this existence is a karmic one • has a heart, it’s just… way down deep • law, order & justice • avoid all necessary risk • the sound of shackles clanging • sisyphus’ struggle • grappling with the reality of time • self-governing

uranus. / psychedelic funk music • overflowing cups • a rebellion with skin • looking good in photo id • oblivious but caring • middle fingers in the air • double rainbows • icy diamond exterior • holographic • afraid of their own mediocrity • pearlescent smoke

neptune. / an elegy for the lost • dissolving boundaries • white horses • the burden of mystical conditions • deceptive • escapism is their reality • a polarizing entity • artist's soul • paranoia • searching for the unseen • a siren’s swan song

pluto. / angel statues over graves • power • the cycle of necrosis • transformative • unfathomable depths • an ivory tower toppling over • screaming at the sky • violets and irises • eclipsed darkness • speaks with their shadow • sex, death, rebirth

[gwuisin]

" i could find a way 'round that. " a low, contemplative, poorly-executed whistle. " you brought him up. "

why are they even talking about this? “why are we even talking about this? and no. a dungeon. not locked up.”

[gwuisin]

" is he … locked up in a tower. "

no further comment. “be my guest. good luck with talking to his 'folks'.”

[gwuisin]

" you did? you made him cry? " now this, he could believe. and couldn't. and could. " damn. now i kinda do want to ask him out. "

“ he didn't. i did. ” long story. she presses an unlit cigarette against her lips. “ look. if you wanna ask him out, you have my blessings. but you're not getting my help with anything else. ”

[gwuisin]

"you're lyin'. that's a lie. no one called william's ever made anyone cry." case in point: himself. "someone named bobby, on the other hand…"

“ bobby? no. shakespeare? yes. ”

[gwuisin]

" nope. who's that? guy who made you cry in middle school? "

“ ...you were way funnier when you were an asshole. have you been talking to bobby? william shakespeare?”

[gwuisin]

" those stars may be dumb, enormous balls of gas, but they're smaller than my love for you. " @6tasis.

[gwuisin]

q. what is your southern gothic personality?

a. curley’s wife. what was your name again? nancy? barbara? mary ann? no one really knows anymore. no one really cares. not even you. all you know is that you’re not supposed to be here. not with these people. by god, you just wanted to be loved. was it too much to ask? was it?

tagged by. @6tasis, ty love!

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ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤstudy : william scully. tagged by. @amirneir, thankuuu.

— basics.

is your muse tall / short / average? pretty tall for his age. by the time his growth spurt comes to a close, he'd be around 5'11".

are they okay with their height? very okay. but then not okay. you don't want to stick out when you're on the run. kinda okay courtesy of looking somewhat older. helps if your story has to do with being a college kid on tour.

what’s their hair like? kind of mussy-fussy, kind of curly, dark, impossible to tame.

do they spend a lot of time on their hair / grooming? depends. while he was younger, he did experiment with things within a reasonable limit, dressed well for any occasion, dressed like a kid his age. he was somehow fomo-immune, so he stuck with what he liked better, and never took longer than needed. no such luxury after, however.

does your muse care about their appearance / what others think? it's his world, you're living in it. deal with it.

— preferences.

indoors or outdoors? outdoors.

rain or sunshine? either/or. he's a very… snow guy.

forest or beach? beach. william has no memories of when his bio mom took him to see one, but he takes after her.

precious metals or gems? :shrug:

flowers or perfumes? flowers.

personality or appearance? personality, ideally. he's not going to deny that some of his judgement is placed on, you know, how you look to him.

being alone or being in a crowd? being alone.

order or anarchy? anarchy…it runs in the family jeans, apparently.

painful truths or white lies? painful truths.

science or magic? [incoherent] quite frankly, he could not give a shit either way.

peace or conflict? he'd say peace, but realistically…

night or day? night.

dusk or dawn? dawn.

warmth or cold? warmth.

many acquaintances or a few close friends? few close friends.

reading or playing a game? both??? but mostly (video) games. he's seventeen what do you want from him

— questionnaire.

what are some of your muse’s bad habits? impulsive, unfortunately. but not without reason. perpetually on the verge of bolting around people, and then some. he's not very shy of picking your pockets, and might steal something from your home. it's not really out of malice-- he just has nothing or no one else he can reasonably get in touch with for help. it's also a tad compulsive past a certain point: he keeps things for later, but he can't carry them forever, so he'll either dump them, or sell them off right away, if it's possible. snarker to the nth degree, and he's usually sensitive enough to know when not to, but his bluntness does him no favors in certain situation.

has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them? [lightly pats willyum's head] this boy has so much trauma in there. his adoptive parents, his home, his entire life. his birth parents… even if, you know, they're still alive. being an organically grown genetic mutant can kinda fuck your life up.

what are some fond memories your muse has? november, eight years old. his adoptive parents taking him tree-shopping, and him taking forever to choose the rattiest, ugliest tree in existence. they never complained, but instead had him "help" carry it off the farm. they did most of the work, really.

is it easy for your muse to kill? no. he can injure someone seriously enough if it's needed, if he needs to make a getaway. but he has other means-- which can still fuck up someone psychologically, if nothing else.

what’s it like when your muse breaks down? well, it … depends? he, unfortunately, is the bottle-it-in-for-later kind, but he has no real means to let himself breakdown and feel things anyone his age would be able to. if he ever manages to reconnect with dana or mulder, if he finds himself a stable home, if he gets to go into therapytm (after much protest), he may be turning to people he can count on and just. talk. let it out. be angry. be a kid going through something difficult.

is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life? ooooof. his parents? his weirdo birth parents? maybe colleagues of theirs if he ever knew them for more than five minutes. so theoretically, he could. practical experience has taught him otherwise. but under more stable circumstances, he will. he trusts himself to be able to dig himself out of any situation, at any rate.

what’s your muse like when they’re in love? the tries to play it cool, overshoots, ends up being a dork type. he will ask them out, eventually.

[gwuisin]

the woods aren't lovely, but they are dark and they are deep. and private property. there is a part of you that says you take after neither of your parents. kind enough, you think, that they decided to answer the obvious. " way you say it, it sounds like you've done it before. " heart in your ears, over and over; there's an uncomfortable bundle pressing into your ribs. you're not one to talk. " if we get caught. when they notice. what're you going to say to your parents? " you have a story. star-gazing, a friend, slept out with equipment borrowed from a mutual friend. you'd need to match with hers.

a phrase that has never made sense until now: it's become a bone deep ritual. there is nothing like washing out the dirt in your hair and going over the notes you're meant to be before the big test about this. there is something like a secret she trades with the girls in the back of the diner. (they never know.) she brushes off her knees when they lift themselves off the stone path. she feels a sting run through her joints. the blood only comes after, sticks to her fingertips. “ if we both stick to the story, they can't prove anything. ” @gwuisin / william.

[gwuisin]

david & david. no saying why. stole this from @inhaunts.

[gwuisin]

you feel the weight of you, half-swayed, half-convinced. you'd much rather believe this a lie as well, but there had been blood in the water, and a shine in her eye. a look of love. it terrified you. " are you, or aren't you? " @inhaunts, for seo-rae.

[gwuisin]

you laugh, because it's ellie's frankness and her pointedness. and because you're a week out of your old job, looking for something that suits you better. " i can do both, " you tell her, " both. god knows i need something to do as much as you need a hand. and besides, " you gesture meaninglessly, and smile. " i don't really know shirley's style. "

“ yeah, no, you're not getting free samples, ” she laughs, head turning to the catastrophic table. “ i'm paying you in muffins if you help me clean. or if you're staying for tea. ” / @gwuisin, david hoover