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hey everyone! i’m moving max (and the rest of my muses) to @lifeyearns for the time being. i’ve been really busy this semester, so i figured having a multimuse is probably the only way i’m going to get any consistent writing done.

catch y’all on the flip side!

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"okay, i'm sorry but i just need one more hug and then i'm, like, good to go. one more for the road."

         “just one?” there’s a huff of laughter, little more than an exhalation, as he grins at her. he knows her. he knows himself. one more for the road is never going to be enough, but —— if she says so, if she really believes she’ll be good to go after one more, who is he to say no?

         “alright,” the word is colored with a very distinct awareness, the same awareness shining in his eyes : this hug will pass and then she’ll ask for another one, then another one, and then another one. and he’ll indulge her in every single one. he knows this, but it doesn’t stop him in the slightest as he moves to embrace her.

                   “just one more hug.”

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(   *   &.   –   SHARP  OBJECTS  SENTENCE  STARTERS .

‘  all of history was written by men, so… of course they’re gonna make themselves look good.  ’

‘  as i recall, you couldn’t even get it up.  ’

‘  bless your heart. bless your heart very much.  ’

‘  can i sleep over with you?  ’

‘  does it ever get better, with your family?  ’

‘  fine, you can sleep in my bed, come on. you can sleep with me.  ’

‘  hardly matters. you’re ruined. all out of spite.  ’

‘  i believe she’s outstayed her welcome.  ’

‘  i don’t mean to sound cruel, but i don’t think part of your heart can ever work if you don’t have kids.  ’

‘  i forget sometimes how parents aren’t always good for their kids.  ’

‘  i have to get home for heaven’s sake!  ’

‘  i miss her sometimes, even though i didn’t know her.  ’

‘  i never loved you. i hope that is of some comfort to you.  ’

‘  i think we should just sleep separate tonight then we’ll hang out tomorrow, okay?  ’

‘  i won’t grow up, not me.  ’

‘  if i can, you can.  ’

‘  if somebody says ‘bless your heart’, what they really mean is ‘fuck you’.  ’

‘  it’s hotter than a whore in church today.  ’

‘  i’m a bit tired, i think i should just sleep in my bed tonight.  ’

‘  i’m glad you’re back.  ’

‘  i’m incorrigible too. only she doesn’t know it.  ’

‘  i’m just a little frustrated ‘cause the girl i’m seeing won’t call me back.  ’

‘  i’m not decent. no, i’m not.  ’

‘  i’m trash, from old money.  ’

‘  i’ve just never been very good at the adult thing, i guess.  ’

‘  just forget about it, alright? i have.  ’

‘  let’s dig deep here… favorite color, favorite ice cream, favorite season? think you can handle it?  ’

‘  life is pressure. grow up.  ’

‘  my demons are not remotely tackled. they’re just mildly concussed.  ’

‘  nothing’s ever your fault, is it?  ’

‘  please stay.  ’

‘  please stay. if i can, you can.  ’

‘  she’s delicate. a rare rose. but not without thorns.  ’

‘  so, uh, are you guys dating now?  ’

‘  that day has haunted me.  ’

‘  well, i’m an unconventional girl, that’s what you like about me.  ’

‘  well, looks like we both got fucked.  ’

‘  we’re alike. i knew we would be.  ’

‘  what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger… unless it kills you.  ’

‘  what if, after you die, part of you goes to heaven, part of you stays here, just to see how things turn out?  ’

‘  whenever i’m here, i just– i feel like a bad person.  ’

‘  you could take advantage of me maybe, when i’m drunk.  ’

‘  you gonna hit me? be dangerous.  ’

‘  you have the control and… they like you.  ’

‘  you turned out so wonderful, smart, beautiful, successful, and brave.  ’

‘  you were born with it, that cold nature.  ’

‘  your friend sounds like an after school special.  ’

‘  you’re a sick fuck.  ’

‘  you’re like my sister.  ’

‘  you’re like my soulmate.  ’

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me: babe lets watch a scary movie him: okay babe which one :) *scrolling through scary movies* me: okay im already scared this was a good experience thanks

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daayaan·.

she’s standing with her back to the counter when the bell chimes and another costumer comes in, rearranging pots and tubes and other such things; she smells like aryuvedic medicine too. she’s about to turn around when he speaks and then she turns around so fast that it’s a miracle she doesn’t get a whiplash. tears spring to her eyes - she furiously tries to blink them away but apparently they’re here to stay. (hopefully she won’t end up looking like a drowned cat.)

glossed lips curl up into a smile as wide as the horizon. “hey you.” one, two, three seconds and then she gets away from the counter and runs towards him, launches herself at him, hugging him tightly. “i missed you.” 

laughter bubbles in his chest. for a moment he thinks to keep up the charade, toss another remark her way and pretend it’s an average tuesday, but the feel of her arms around him chases that thought away in an instant. without a second of hesitation, he’s returning her embrace with equal fervor and holding her tight.

          “i missed you more,” amusement lingers in his voice, even as he pulls away to wipe the tears from her eyes. and it feels corny, it feels cliche, it feels like something out of one of those rom-coms they used to laugh about — but it’s her, and it’s home, so he doesn’t mind when the tears begin to prick his own eyelids. nor does he mind when they well in the corners of his eyes as he smiles down at her. hardly notices it, in fact. they’re strings from the same sentimental thread, it seems. 

           “you're as beautiful as i remember.”

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Played during the ‘finale’ of the the film ‘Hereditary.’

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*delicately blows a kiss to all the spirits in my room* please dont knock anything over i live here

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@daayaan !

             “hey,”   he says it casually, flippant almost, as if he hasn’t spent every waking second of the past twenty-four hours thinking about this moment — this reunion. how many months has it been?  ( too many, far too many. )  it’s taking every ounce of self-restraint to keep him from surging forward and wrapping his arms around her in the tightest embrace.

                    “long time, no see.”

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            ruination is inevitable.   these roaming spirits will be the death of you one day, boy.  their late night visits are ravaging your mind  ——  you’ve forgotten who you are !  don’t let them steal your life and claim it as their own.   * kit,  son of melinoe. written by alyx.

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what color is your muse ?

you are violet !    #EE82EE

your dominant hues are red and blue. you're confident and like showing people new ideas. you play well with others and can be very influential if you want to be.

your saturation level is lower than average - you don't stress out over things and don't understand people who do. finishing projects may sometimes be a challenge, but you schedule time as you see fit and the important things all happen in the end, even if not everyone sees your grand master plan.

your outlook on life is bright. you see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.

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daayaan.

“sure thing,” she said, “so long as you let me freak out first so those feelings are outta my system.” he’s sweet, so she stood on tippy toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “the fact that you have so much faith in me warms my tiny, little heart.”

“you could have all the pillows. i’d just rest my head on you,” rohini winked. “y’know what we should also bring? a change of clothes. like, chances are that there’s gonna be a lot of sun and i’m a sun person in general so i would never, ever, allow myself to miss a chance to just lie back.” a laugh escaped her lips: “that and i’d very much want to go swimming too, kit.”

     “sure thing,” he repeats back. amusement tinges his words while a faint blush tinges his cheeks, particularly on the spot she’d just kissed. “hell, i’ll freak out with you. y’know, for solidarity. not because i’m genuinely freaking out. because lemme tell you, i can totally handle getting stranded on an island without flipping out.”

     “well, see, if you say stuff like that, i’m gonna want to get stranded on an island with you. like, cancel our next road trip, let’s just find some island to get deserted on, so i can be your human pillow,” he laughs, “and okay, let’s cheat and make it seven things, so we can throw in our change of clothes. that way we can go swimming, miraculously avoid getting eaten by island sharks, and say we have fulfilling lives.”

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daayaan.

“six, huh? umm, let’s see: the first thing would be my grimoire. ‘cause you’ll never know when you need it. i would bring a book on how to build a raft in case we need a get-away and the supplies necessary to make the aforementioned raft. that’s three things already. my phone is number four. in flight twenty nine down they used self-made sun panels to charge their shit so maybe we could do that too. food and drinks would be number five. and the sixth? a blanket. just in case the night gets cold.” maybe she put a little too much thought into this, sue her. “so there you have it: my six things. what about you, sugar?”

a little? she put a lot too much thought into this, not that he expected anything less. “if i ever get deserted on an island, i hope it’s with you. you’d probably figure out a way to get off the island the second we get stranded,”  hopefully his chuckling doesn’t detract from his sincerity. 

     “well, first, even on an island, i gotta have some music. so i’d bring a cd player, a giant pack of batteries, and my favorite cds,” he’s listing each item while counting on his fingers, currently at a total of three. “i’d also bring pillows ‘cause i don’t wanna rest my head on the cold, hard ground. that’s four. fifth, an encyclopedia set, to read whenever i’m bored. that way when i return to society, i’ll know everything. oh, and a large pepperoni pizza, of course,” he flashes another grin, “probably not the best list for survival, but hey, at least it’d be a good time.”

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Hugs him.

his arms wrap around her, instinctively, as if embracing rohini shankar is one of those things programmed by nature, no different from breathing. it’s there, in each inhalation, between every exhalation, a confirmation. yes, this is as innate as the acceleration of his heartbeat and the faint flush of his cheeks.

he can’t pinpoint were it exists. perhaps it lies in the depths of his amygdala, hidden with the rest of his emotions, or perhaps it’s embedded in his hippocampus, along with everything else worth remembering. but it’s there. it’s there, and he knows it’s there, and it isn’t forgotten when he pulls her closer. his tone remains nonchalant when he speaks, murmur delivered between his growing grin.

    “hey. i missed you, too.”

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@daayaan !

     “you're stranded on a deserted island. what six things do you bring with you?” it takes only a second before he’s pausing, the mild interest in his gaze replaced with a glint of amusement as his features twist in a grin, “besides me, of course.”

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shit. sshit shit jshite,,. shit dammi t

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   * welcome to the year 1989.  indie original character. unreliably narrated by alyx.