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OKAY I DID IT!! I MOVED!! Follow me @honeydewmuses for the same stuff but better organized and with a smaller muse list (the secret menu is still open I just don’t have icons for them and I’m not advertising them to make my life more manageable)

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OKAY I DID IT!! I MOVED!! Follow me @honeydewmuses for the same stuff but better organized and with a smaller muse list (the secret menu is still open I just don’t have icons for them and I’m not advertising them to make my life more manageable)

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send me   “ sshhh, come here… “    for your muse to gently pull my mine into yours’ arms to comfort my muse in a moment of high emotion… 

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It’s not lost on Hazel that Dev’s sunglasses stay on. They remind her of something her mom told her about once. ‘Masking’ was the term.

‘Sometimes it can feel easier or safer to wear a mask with strangers or people we don’t trust,’ Angela had said, ‘but your true self, the one under the mask, is my favorite. Even if she is a little different.’

Hazel wishes Dev could understand that that’s just how she feels about him. But as he asserts what Dimmadomes do and don’t do, Hazel can feel the mask become more of a wall. And as long as she’s using metaphors, his words are barbed wire on top of that wall, shocking and hurting her when she tries to climb over it and get to the Dev that’s hiding behind.

But Hazel is mature. That’s part of her whole thing. So she takes a deep, slow, shaky breath when Dev calls her present garbage, and balls up her fists but doesn’t cry when he acts like he knows what she’s thinking, and she’s just the worst. It’s only when he gets her name wrong on purpose that anger takes the wheel.

She steps back, barely processing the rest of what Dev says, and tries not to focus on the dull sting of her own fingernails digging into her palms.

“Why are you doing this, Dev?!”

It’s more intense than speaking, but quieter than shouting, and it just comes out without giving Hazel time to think.

“I’m a good friend! I try really hard to be a good friend, because I like you! So what if I wished to understand you?! That’s not what made us friends! We’re friends because we have fun together, and learn from each other, and share secrets and interests, and forgive each other when we mess up, and, gosh darn it, we like each other!”

Her voice builds with as she goes on, and it’s the squeaky crack at the end that alerts her to the fact that she is definitely shouting now. The heat in her face alerts her to something else, and she forces herself to bring her voice down and express it quietly.

“Well, at least we did. Dev, if you don’t want to be friends, I can’t force you. But I wouldn’t be trying so hard if I didn’t really, really like the Dev I’ve been getting to know recently. The one behind the shades.”

Hazel hopes he knows what she means by that. She breathes deeply again, trying to find her peace, and looks right at Dev. Even looking right at his face, she can’t quite read him. ‘Please drop the mask and talk to me,’ she thinks. But she knows it’s not her place to say it— not that straightforwardly.

"I noticed you and your dad have a similar sense of style," Hazel blurts, unable to keep it to herself any longer. She's tried giving Dev space, but it's hard. He's her friend (she hopes) and she misses him. "It's funny 'cause guess what?! My sweater is actually my brother's sweater! We both have hand-me-downs! Or matchies, or whatever. And, well, I know your birthday didn't go how you wanted, so I thought I would get you one last thing. I know it's not a lot, but... matchies, right?" And she pulls out a friendship bracelet, carefully handmade in white and gold. "The colors match your dad and your outfit. But the pattern matches the one on my wrist! Happy birthday, Dev." (From Calvin) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @honeydewmuses 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Go figure Hazel hasn't talked to him since the birthday fiasco. Not that he WANTS her to. Ever since he was dumb enough to let her work her way into his head— like a precocious worm in an apple —it's been nothing but trouble... Okay, not NOTHING but trouble. There's been some fun too. Some feeling like a person genuinely enjoyed being around him. Maybe even liked him rather than what he could provide, either through his father's money or influence. But all the nice COMBINED can't compared to the crushing weight of the bad.

Of the uncertainty and unfairness and utter betrayal of STEALING his dad's attention— every shred of extra energy the man had ( and there's not much of it to begin with ) , aimed at the other kid instead of... And she didn't even have the decency to admit it! Caught red-handed, having used magic to get close to him just so... so she could play him for a fool, probably. Laugh at him with her two fairies. Ones she apparently deserved before HE did. As if she didn't have enough people who cared about her. Dev didn't even have ONE... So why did it take so long? Why did he have to hurt so much before someone decided to do anything about it?

... Why is he still miserable? FEELS like he has nothing, when he's supposed to have everything? If one were to look at his life on paper, they'd see no reason to complain. But it seems like- that's all he does. No wonder his dad hates him. Maybe not even that. Maybe he doesn't think about him at all. No wonder Hazel left him. ( true, he had told her to leave. but the last time they had an argument, she hadn't sought him out either. SHE had been the one mad at the time, so maybe it was his job to do so? if that's the case... then in THIS instance, she's supposed to come to HIM... right? ) No wonder Peri probably wishes he was assigned to ANY other kid in the world.

Fine. Who needs them?

Startling when Hazel's voice suddenly invades his brooding, Dev scrambles to keep his glasses from falling off from the jostle. Cheeks heating up from the comical gesture, he turns to fully face Hazel with a huff. Glaring from behind his shades, he hopes the furrow of his brow and crossed arms gets the message across, since his eyes are obscured. They HAVE to be, unless he wants Hazel to notice the tears beading at the edges. Frown tightens as he fights the quiver of a bottom lip, fervently reminding himself that big kids DON'T cry. Especially not because of something as silly as being reminded about how little their dads care about them.

❝ Dimmadomes don't wear ❛ hand-me-downs ❜ — ❞ He sharply retorts once Hazel has finished her spiel, unceremoniously snatching the ❛ friendship ❜ bracelet from her. They just wear the clothes assigned to them. From the style to the color scheme, Dev can't recall choosing his own. Honestly, he doesn't know how much he actually LIKES what he wears. Never considered it. White and gold were colors always associated with the Dimmadome name. They look pleasant together. Look right... Whether that's because of familiarity or personal taste, Dev doubts he'll ever know. He doesn't want nor does he need to.

Things like favorite colors are little kid stuff, anyway.

❝ —and they don't wear garbage on their wrists either. ❞ Arm raises as if to throw the gift back at Hazel, but his clenched fist refuses to let go. No matter how much he silently insists he WANTS to. Shaking with frustration, he hastily shoves the bracelet into his jacket pocket instead in the hope his inability will go unnoticed. Or at least ignored. ❝ Why are you even doing this? What- you feel sorry for me or something? Ooh, ❛ poor pathetic Dev had the worst birthday ever so now I'm gonna make him feel even WORSE by treating him like some kicked puppy I found on the street ❜ . Well newsflash, Hooplah— ❞

He spats out the name with venom, taking a step forward and pointing an accusatory finger in the hope it'll make her back away, ❝ I don't NEED you to try and make me feel better! I don't need anyone to! Because I don't feel bad! Not even a little bit! I'm FINE and I know I'm yelling but that's just because I know you won't believe me unless I say it really loudly! ❞ Don't mind the voice crack. Don't mind the quickening of his breath. Don't mind the tears now fogging his gaze, Dev grateful for his glasses but terrified of them slipping free and down his face.

He's fine... and even if he wasn't, he can't admit it to anyone.

Certainly not to someone who could leave him at ANY moment, should she decide to... Best to make the decision for her. 「 ☆ 」

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just a silly Cosmo and Wanda themed moodboard

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TWO fairies who grant wishes for you? No, one fairy, plus the guy who lives in her house, hangs out with her when she’s working, and is legally bound to her by marriage

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Like father, like son.

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Just a heads up, I'm in the middle of remaking!! I'll link the new blog when it officially launches. URL will be the same, I'll just archive this one.

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so anyways, i like to think wing buzzes mean excitement or agitation. cosmo is very happy to see his wife always :]

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You guys should send asks. Especially to Cosmo. I’ll answer them I PROMISE!!!

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* not even fully happy with this but i need to get fop art outta my system

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woah guys Im so normal about them being back and better than ever haha

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i love them

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NEW ICON THANKS TO BRAND NEW FAVORITE MUSE!!!!! 💚⭐️✨

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@musemelodies said: 💿 (THROWS TIMON AT PUMBAA)

“Ziggedy-zag-zig! Just look at ‘em!” Pumbaa snuffled curiously at the trail of ants before him, looking to Timon almost apologetically when it threw a few of them off.

“Nowhere to go, but all the urgency in the world.” That was something he liked about ants— their sense of purpose. They had some sort of society, he figured, and something very important to do, but at such a small scale that it seemed unlikely anyone would ever figure out what it was. Ants were great fun to watch, especially when he wasn’t hungry.

“Do you think we look like that to somebody, Timon? Some giant creature that can look down on us and just see busy little specks?”

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send me a 💿 and i'll shuffle my music and write a starter based on the first song i get!