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Noelle’s whole face felt like one giant, boiling tomato. Subconsciously lifting a hand to her cheek, she was relieved to find the warmth only existed in her head and didn’t actually radiate from the inside out, or otherwise she’d have to protest that whole “beautiful model” thing. Which, obviously, he was just saying to... well, say. Just to make her smile the way she was now, probably (and if that really was his intention, then she had to give it to Ashe. He was good at what he did). She shrugged loosely, waving her hand casually, as if to say, “up to you, you are the artiste, no?” All with that very french, very graceful flair that Noelle normally didn’t possess–– but in her head she was no longer just Noelle, but Noelle the Artist Model™. “It’s alright, I can entertain myself with my thoughts. I do it all the time, actually. No big deal.” She smiled, all blasé-like, as if it really wasn’t a big deal.

“So! Do you want me sat in any specific place or something?”

He doesn’t really know why he’s so nervous “hesitant” ( because the two words are totally different..totally ) about the whole ordeal. They’re chill! He’s chill. Art is just incredibly intimate for him! The number of people he allowed to take a peek inside his sketchbook was so small that he could probably count them on one hand. You can’t go around sharing that shit with anybody. It’s personal. He’s very used to stealth drawings and quick doodles of unsuspecting Elswood residents. Scraps of paper and pages of notebooks are littered with drawings and doodles of subjects engrossed in matters that don’t involve him. They’re typing reading, talking to others. The whole undivided attention thing is…rare.

“Well, that’s not a difficult task when you consider how beautiful my model is. At least give me a challenge,” he says with a chuckle, flipping to a fresh page of paper. “How long do you wanna do this? The longer I draw you, the better it’ll be, of course, but I don’t want you to be bored outta your mind.”

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art is not what I create... what I create is chaos

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Too distracted by what was unfolding in front of her, Noelle didn’t bother with the whiteboard, deciding that silence was a better alternative to the annoying squelch of the marker tip against the white board–– at least right now. She really ought to buy new ones, but it felt like every-time she decided to just get it over and done with, something came up and kept her from investing in a new pack of markers.

Eyes on the little bun, Noelle glanced from it to Thea, a smile barely restrained as she watched Thea’s cheeks brighten with joy as the animal indulged and sniffed about her hand, curious and cautious as it crept even closer, and eventually settled into the curve of her palm. She didn’t say it out loud, but it might have been one of the cutest things she’d ever seen.

Thea was a sucker for small, cute animals. And this one was about the cutest she’s seen in a while. It was almost comical how she and Nolee were hovering, waiting to see what it’d do next. It was a viable form of entertainment, honestly. “It seems friendly,” she said, still eyeing the little creature. “Let me try something.” Thea slowly stood from her crouched position and moved closer, and then into the hole, only to crouch down a few feet away from the furry critter eyeing her curiously. “Hey little guy…,” Thea tried to coax the little animal with her hand and those baby noises reserved for, well, babies and animals. It was still but perked up for a long enough time for Thea to let out a breath and decide it wasn’t working. But just as she was about to stand, it hopped over on all it’s tiny little feet and began to sniff her hand.  

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   Swiping a hand through her rough and tumbled curls, Noelle’s brows furrowed. Oh, boy. She could practically see the cogs turning behind Oliver’s eyes at this point, and was almost afraid of the things he was dreaming up. She thought it a good idea to mention  that miming for long periods at a time could take a toll on her, but the thought was lost along the way and forgotten as she nodded, scrawling distantly. “Yeah, anything, really. Well, almost anything. I just need to be able to imagine it.”

An eyebrow lifted cautiously. Okay... Testosterone alert. Noelle shrugged to show that she wasn’t all that interested in the politics of macho-macho guys, as attractive as they were, and in reply, answered with an awkward smile. “Alrighty then, well, I guess it was”–– er, nice? random? surreal?–– “fun meeting you, Oliver. If you don’t need me, I’ll just be on my way.” Surreal. That was the word.

Unaware of her inner dilemmas, Oliver patiently waited for her answer, watching the winkles between her eyebrows as she put ink on paper. 

“… Make it real?” he spoke the last words out loud, after leaning in to read her reply. “Anything?” His mind was racing at this point, imagining the possibilities. “Would it be too rude if I ask you to like, materialize something? Like a shoe,or a steak? Anything, really.” His mind was still baffled by the word “miming” and was yet to understand why Noelle’s ability had that name.

As he read on, the awe on Oliver’s face surrendered to irritation. Ashe. It wasn’t her fault to compare him to the guy, because yeah, they did have the same powers. Except that Ashe was a bit more advanced and could do thinks Oliver could only imagine at this point in his life. He huffed and and didn’t look at Noelle when he nodded. “Yeah, he is. But I’m better.” He wasn’t, but nobody could convince him otherwise.

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Okay, maybe she was having a little more fun than she should have been. She tried not to smile as she watched poor Riley look around, all confused and lamb-like lost, but it was a hard-lost battle. Lifting the fabric over her face, a sliver of her appeared at first, then revealing that it was actually her underneath, all disheveled and grinning.

Reaching for her whiteboard in her strapped on bag, Noelle tried for an apology. “I’m really sorry if I scared you, Riley.” She hoped his name was Riley, and her brain wasn’t fooling her into looking moronic. “It’s just me. Harmless Noelle.”

Well... Mostly harmless, Noelle.

Riley whistled as he entered the room with the cleaning supplies. It was the punishment he got in order to appreciate his pr-goldfish. He was about to approach the tank when he suddenly caught a scent in the air. 

He turned around hoping to see someone there only to find no one. Riley kept looking around frantically hoping to find someone in the premise with no avail. 

“H-hello.” Riley stuttered. “Is anyone there.”

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Muse skillset symbol meme

Send an emoji to learn how good/bad my muse is at that particular skill!

💋 — kissing

💄 — makeup

👾 — video games

🎵 — singing

💃 — dancing

🎹 — playing an instrument

🌷 — taking care of living things

🌲 — surviving in the wilderness

👊 — fighting

😇 — following rules

🍳 — cooking

🍼 — taking care of children

🎁 — giving presents to others

🎉 — hosting parties

💌 — romance/flirting

🎨 — art

🍀 — luck

⚽️  — sports

🏊 — swimming

🚗 — driving

🔮 — magic

🔎 — investigating

🔫 — long range weapons

💣 — explosives

🔪 — melee weapons

🔬 — scientific pursuits

🚿 — hygiene

💰 — finance

🌍 — knowledge of the world

👻 — communing with the paranormal

📚 — reading

🔧 — engineering/mechanics

⌛️ — time management

📥 — organization

🍺 — alcohol tolerance

🚴 — riding a bike

🎭 — performance art/acting

⚓️ — sailing

➗ — mathematics

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Make Me Like You by Gwen Stefani

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N O E L L E  K. ➝ E L L I O T   A S H E (PT. 2)

“Make me beautiful!”

              “Well, that’s not a difficult task when you consider how beautiful my model is.”

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N O E L L E  K. ➝ Text Posts [Crush Edition!] (3/???)​ 

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(OOC) You're so talented holy crap o_o BUT BUT IF YOU HAVE TIME? Noelle c1, and Nina d3? <3

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Elswood + Ao3 Tags (2/???)

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Elswood + Ao3 Tags (1/??)

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N O E L L E  K. ➝ Personality Types

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I got troubled thoughts And the self-esteem to match What a catch, what a catch And all I can think of Is the way I’m the one Who charmed the one Who gave up on you Who gave up on you

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stressed out // twenty one pilots

wish we could turn back time to the good old days when our mama’s sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out

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Today is not the best day. Then again, what day has been the best day, lately? But still, today is not the greatest of days: Number one, because it’s the anniversary of Pop’s death, and number two, because Noelle’s stepped in something wet this morning while wearing socks and still can’t get the spine-tingling memory out of her head. Glancing over her shoulder at Luna, she sighs and gives a despair filled shake of her head. Silently she offers her the mango-filled cup, before dumping the rest of the food into the trash. She’s too upset to eat, anyways.

Luna’s already stuffed a pear into her school back, and she eyes the fruit cup sliding precariously on the stranger’s tray. They’re obviously about to throw in the trash. It takes her a few tries to actually get the nerve to tap them on the shoulder - they’re a stranger, after all. But the fruit cup has mango pieces, so she manages.  “Um - I’m sorry to bother you, but - are you gonna finish that?”