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soulmate + mythology verse

SOULMATES ~

so juliet definitely had a very romanticized tragic view of soulmates because her parents were soulmates and were so so so in love. she grew up with that, but when her mom passed away, she saw the devotion between soulmates and she just craves that

when she went to college, she met her now ex, alex. they had matching marks and were so in love, but it didn’t work out and she didn’t understand how that was possible. so now she’s very cautious about the idea of soulmates

she hides most of the marks, especially the one that matched with alex.

her marks include a squiggle on her left wrist, and a small sun on her ribs. she can have more if you would like to plot <3

MYTHOLOGY ~

for juliet, i see her as a persephone because she’s just that sweet flower child that moved out east from the sunny west and it’s just her being heartbroken and trying her best.

like she’s this gentle quiet that is full of life but there’s this sadness, you know? her parents raised her and thought this time they could protect her from the cycle of her always being stolen away from them

now she’s just searching for a home while living in a transitory space

if you want to do a modern hades/persephone... let me know <3

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yet another symbol meme.

SEND AN EMOJI TO:

🤗 - hug my muse.

✋ - give my muse a pat on the head.

💋 - kiss my muse.

💘 - snuggle with my muse.

😞 - have my muse press their head against yours’ chest tiredly.

💤 - fall asleep on my muse.

💦 - have my muse comfort yours as they cry.

😥 - comfort my muse as they cry.

❤️ - pet my muse.

🙌 - shove my muse out of the way.

‼ - have my muse tackle yours.

🤜 - punch my muse.

🤛 - have my muse punch yours.

🗯️ - bite my muse.

💢 - snarl/growl at my muse.

❌ - kick my muse.

💥 - hit my muse while they’re on the ground, injured.

🖤 - attempt to finish off my muse.

💪 - pick up and carry my muse.

🗨️ - verbally praise my muse.

💬 - stare at my muse solemnly.

💧 - pour a bucket of water on my muse’s head.

☂️ - shelter my muse.

🎉 - celebrate with my muse.

🎃 - attempt to scare my muse.

📣 - yell at my muse.

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LOCATIONS PROMPTS.

send meet + [number] to meet my muse at that location. send meet + random to leave it up to a generator.

a place of worship

a diner

a coffeeshop

a library

an abandoned house

an alleyway at two in the morning

a park

a funeral

a wedding

the steps of a courthouse

a flower shop

a crumbling castle

an open field

a university

an empty parking lot

a dusty bar

an antique store

a pool

at the base of a mountain

a rooftop

the emergency room

on a fire escape

the side of the highway

a beach at high tide

an old tree

a police station

a seemingly endless river

an abandoned western town

a movie theatre

a wishing well

the scene of a crime

a science lab

a graveyard

a dense forest

the lobby of a hotel

a gas station

a dock with dozens of boats

a cabin in the woods

a tattoo parlor

a hospital room

a lush garden

a train station

an old warehouse

the thirty ninth floor of a high rise building

an ice cream parlor

a baseball game

an elevator

an airport

a crowded restaurant

an apartment filled with boxes

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Send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly!

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“shhh -- don’t move!” juliet whispered, her eyes peeking up at the other’s face hesitantly as she continued to move her pen delicately against their skin. honestly, she was surprised that it took them this long to notice. yes, she should have asked, but she just couldn’t help herself once they sat next to her in the bustling coffee shop. “you’ll smudge it if you move and i’m almost done, promise.”

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runswithghosts‌:

  charlie hates moving - he’s not sure it’s a past time genuienly enjoyed by many people, considering the work involved and the inability to avoid leaving anyone behind. nadine still had a month left at her job back in new york before she was joining him and jules in atlas city, and he was already feeling the ache of missing his twin.

  and that wasn’t even taking into consideration how juliet was feeling. he was so, so glad he had been able to convince her to make this move with him. he certainly wouldn’t have been able to handle it alone, not when his sister tended to dominate use of the one brain cell they shared, and he knew that jules really need a change of pace - and scenery - from the city. atlas city wasn’t the redwoods, but it wasn’t that other place either.

  he’d run out to grab them some take out and a few staples for their fridge, and while he knew jules wasn’t feeling her best, the sight of her on the kitchen floor was not what he had expected to see when he let himself in. he moved quickly though, getting on her level and pulling her in for a hug. “ course you can, babe ” he said firmly. “ its gonna be fucking hard, but theres no rush, no timeline. you’ll get there. and i’m here until you do. ”

part of her just wanted to hide herself in charlie -- hide herself in this apartment and never come out again. there had to be somewhere safe, somewhere that her brain could just feel numb and she would just be free. but she was lost. she should have known better than making home a person. she only had herself to blame for that. so she clutched at charlie’s shirt, burying her face in the crook of his neck while her body shook from the sobs. “it’s not fair,” she whimpered. “what am i... what am i doing here?” which wasn’t fair. she came here for somewhere new, to be near charlie -- but why didn’t she just go home to california and hide amongst the redwoods like her father? “what if -- what if...” her voice trailed off, her chest heaving as she struggled to get the air for the words. and she just needed to stop crying because it was over, this wasn’t going to help anymore. she she wiped furiously at her eyes, her breathing short and quick as dread began to pool in her stomach. “i don’t know myself without him, charlie.”

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crcckedcrcwns‌:

Jules found this to be an odd question, did he just listen to sad songs? He though for a moment, visualizing his recent listen history on Spotify an he knew his answer. “Yeah, yeah I do.” He shrugged and walked over to Juliet. “At least lately.” His words led to a sigh as he took a seat next to her, resting his head on her shoulder. “I think sad makes me feel less alone in my sadness.” And then he was quite for a moment and mindlessly he slipped his hand into her’s, intertwining their fingers. “That probably sounds pretty fucked up, but things have just been… hard lately. Is it fine if I take a moment to stop pretending things are ok?” He looked up at her, waiting to see her reacting.

she couldn’t help but frown at his words, taking their hands and giving his an extra squeeze. “of course it’s fine,” she said gently, and in that moment she felt more worried about him than ever. “we can’t be on all of the time -- we burn out, so you have to stop pretending eventually.” she tilted her head back against his, offering him a small smile. sadness was easier for juliet, it was always kind of there in the shadows. it haunted the memories of her mother and she never escaped it. but that just meant she had counseling earlier and her processing of these emotions got better. “are you pretending right now?”

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inspired. for @ofrcquiems

she honestly thought drinking would help her forget all of her feelings, but that didn’t work. instead here she was after agreeing to go out to some party with calvin, cradling her drink to her chest just watching him from across the room. it just felt like everywhere she looked, he was there. every subway she took home, the sound of his laugh in a cafe, the ghost of him in charlie’s apartment. none of that mattered though, because it was moments like this where she felt this ache in her chest because she thought that he had someone new, but honestly, she couldn’t be sure. finally, she got up and crossed the room to tug on his sleeve. “hey -- i think i’m going to head out,” she said hesitantly, because maybe that would help her get less stuck on him. “i’m gonna take the long way home and i... i should really go i think. but you’re having a good night so you should stay, okay? i’ll just go.”

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inspired. for @crcckedcrcwns

“do you ever just listen to sad songs?” she called from her spot on the ground near the bed, tilting her head back to look at julian. “right now, i only like the sad songs -- but sometimes i just like to sit in the sadness.” and today felt like one of those days with those overcast skies and it reminds her too much of her old apartment with him. sometimes it hurt too much, but sometimes, like now, when she was still a little stoned, it was just a familiar ache that she wanted to sit in. 

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✘ - julian

text starters || accepting !

✘ an unsent text 💬 from juliet

juliet: sometimes i wish i could say no to you because i want to take your hurt away but i feel like i’m keeping you from healing. juliet: i just want to help but we need to be more careful.

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starter call ! give this a like and i’ll write you a starter based off of a song on shuffle from my spotify. just shoot me a message for what muse of mine you would like it to be from <3

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Text Starters!

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

Send ✘ for an unsent text

Send ☠ for a threatening message

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

Send ♣ for a drunk message

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Wire Art by: Gavin Worth

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👌

family headcanons || accepting !

👌 does your muse thing they are/would be a good parent?

juliet thinks that she would be a good mother at a certain stage -- like the five year old stage. she could thrive with the uninhibited childish innocence and creativity and chaos that they would bring, but she’s terrified of anything before that. an infant? it feels too fragile in her arms. being pregnant? sometimes she forgets to eat when she’s in a creative rhythm and she doesn’t want that to come back to bite her. she knows she needs to learn to take better care of herself first, but she doesn’t think she ever could. she’s afraid she’s too reliant on other people taking care of her that she shouldn’t even think about having kids. but she loves just talking to kids and babies -- her eyes just light up and she’s in her element. but there’s a line she draws, an underlying fear.

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💝

sex+romance headcanons || accepting !

💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day?

in the past, yes. definitely. juliet loves sitting her ass on the floor of her bedroom with a glass of whiskey and making a beautiful card. she has trouble describing how she’s feeling with words, so she always has the visual of the card and all she can do is hope that the other person can feel her love. her past five valentine’s days have been spent with the same person so this last one was a little bit bittersweet. she’s just still trying to rinse the taste of him out of her mouth and she doesn’t like being alone on that day. it feels too real then.