#arlo tbt;

[felteverywhere]

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[recovened]

incorrect wrights quotes ft. @guiltye

[loetise]

for @recovened ♡ ( give rora (social media) edit permission with emojis )

[pnkb1tch-archive]

father’s day is never easy for arlo. when his dad was still his agent, they’d go to le gavroche for dinner && then they’d go to a pub for drinks afterwards, with derek getting tipsy and talking about arlo like he was his masterpiece, his prodigy. referencing all of arlo’s achievements like they were an offshoot of his own, like he was an artist and his son was simply the sculpture he carved.

now that they barely talk, arlo will try and call his dad, only to be redbuttoned, unable to leave a voicemail in his dad’s perpetually full inbox. he sends off a voice note wishing his dad a happy fathers day, sends him a nice tie and tie pin to add to his collection that his dad has a PA send a prewritten thank you note for. only ever responds to arlo’s texts and gifts with a simple “👍” leaving him unsurprised but devastated all the same. because fuck, even if he’s not his agent anymore, he still wishes more than anything that he’d at least still want to be his dad. that he’d be proud to have arlo as his son. because he still desperately wants so badly to be loved as someone’s son, even if he knows his relationship with his father will never change.

[giventakes]

closed for @hypesboy​ meme: send me your favorite song & i’ll write a starter inspired by it song: savior complex by phoebe bridgers

           “listen, lo, i —” he sighs, both hands up in defeat from where he’s laying on their couch, tv still quietly playing his movie in the background. “i didn’t mean that, okay? i didn’t—” no, he did. maybe not to the vicious extent at which his complaint about always having to clean up was murmured, but still. the words were still said, and arlo still heard. 

          “i know you do a lot around here, especially with work—” but. logan’s lips purse, trying to contain his own frustration for what feels like the tenth time in a week. “all i’m saying, is that i’d appreciate if you put in a little more effort sometimes. that’s it.” no, he wants to complain that he can’t even sit down without noticing something’s out of place. but, again. containment. “can we talk about this in the morning? i’m too tired to get into this right now.” 

[withbeasts]

@lifeforms.

he raises the plane into the air, reaches it out high into the as far as he can get it. the sun glints on the metal, catching in his eye, and he closes just one to see. " have you gone? " he asks, not quite playing yet, but getting the hang of it. " past the clouds? "

[ftoliver]

𝐜𝐱𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 : ☏, ▲ , ✉

send me a ☏ for one voicemail left by my muse on your muse’s phone

" ARLOOOOO ! yo, so -- i was at the book store, saw a few copies of dune and -- well, i've never read it but it's fuckin' huge. thought'd maybe we'd need a new book for this winter. and you didn't answer my text so.... i got one for you. call me back ! "

send me a ▲ for an instagram picture from my muse about your muse

@oliboyd: #tbt skinny jean king

send me a ✉ for three texts from my muse to yours

OLIVER: arlo arnie arnold Annnnnnnsweeeerrr your ppphhhhooonnnee dweeb OLIVER: oh i forgot my charger at yours. can you bring it over? im too lazy to drive back. :( pls. pls i'm begging. OLIVER: do you think i should pack wool socks are regular socks? why did we pick to go somewhere so fuckin cold????

@cxrnelius

[siphonslimbo]

# siphonslimbo. — arlo nephus . an indie , private & selective original character . muse & blog est. 1/18/24 .

affiliated with the mia & mads cinematic universe.

carrd tbt. | prompts. | start here.

[hxroccmplexarchived]

Messiah 🎔 Arlo

@dansemorosity​​ 

         The smell was enough to alert him, stopping mid-sentence once he caught whiff of the artificial demon. He smelt of ash, blood, and lab equipment. An odd, but distinct combination of scents that had Messiah take a deep drag of his cigarette. The other person in the room, irritatingly oblivious to Arlo’s sudden arrival, looks at him with a curious frown. After all, he did just descend into silence whilst explaining a new business proposal. A puff of smoke and a few flicks into the ashtray, his only regret was not lighting up a cigar instead. 

“Sorry,” he purrs with a lecherous grin, “seems we have a visitor. Please don’t mind it.” The other tries their best to smile, but it comes out unsure, fearful; Of Messiah, and whatever sort of beast that could make the powerful angel stop in his tracks. Hesitantly, they turn to look at the office door, lip bitten between sharp teeth and Messiah watches them with sick amusement. Maybe Arlo’s surprise visit wasn’t all bad now that he got to watch the little entity squirm in their seat. 

On cue, wooden door is thrown open and bangs against the wall. The weaker entity jumps, hands tightening against the chairs arms as they too, make eye contact with Arlo. Messiah can hear the crack of his doorstop, his once indifferent, only slightly entertained, mood dims like a dying fire. Arlo was already far too comfortable in Messiah’s office. 

Once the line between club and the angel’s personal haven is crossed, Messiah gives Arlo a dead-eyed stare. Disapproving and callous. Before Arlo could speak, the angel stretches out his arm with a finger raised. Demon’s parted lips are forcibly clamped shut. Silence. “Good-evening Arlo, please wait a moment.” He speaks with dry humor, sarcasm coating his tongue and he far too aggressively pulls out a drawer from the side of his desk. In it, he takes out a small black book, humming a curious tune as he flips through it. “Very, very strange,” he tuts with a shake of his head. “I don’t see you scheduled today, yet you’re here. In my office.” Smoke fills the air and his eyes never leave the taller male. 

The first guest, trembling in their seat, makes a move to get up. Quietly, politely, as not to disturb Messiah till they’re suddenly dragged back down. Whatever gripped them made its way to their neck, binding and coiling and cutting off their airways. Their hands quickly find themselves at their own throat in a desperate attempt to get it off, struggling like a fish out of water in Messiah’s leather clad chairs. “S-Sir- M-” And just like Arlo, their jaw is fastened tight by an unseen force. 

“I run a business here, not a playground. It better be important.” A threat covers over his irritation like a weighted blanket. It was there, heavy, painfully evident and suffocating. He leans forward, chin placed in the palm of his hand and he motions at Arlo with a flick of his cigarette. “Speak.”

[sunsmitten]

@dansemorosity​ said: "Hey Aleksy, does this turn you on?" Arlo's holding out a miniature aloe vera plant, perfectly symmetrical and with just the right amount of decorative rock and rich soul in a hand-crafted pot. "If I dropped this right now, just let it shatter everywhere, would your pussy fall off?"

      “Drop it and I’ll kill you.” In this moment, friendship meant nothing. Squat. Arlo wasn’t his boy, he was the enemy. Without a minute to spare, Aleksy snatches the defenseless little plant out of Arlo’s hands. There will be no plant hurting today. “I’d let it fall on your head like a dumbbell to give you a concussion.” 

[flawedhearts]

@hangtenn asked: ❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜ / for arlo

"Uh..uh I-” he was still staring down at the table while he tried to process the right words to say, he wasn’t quite used to such a forward comment. That was demonstrated by the flush across his cheeks and the tips of his ears, Arlo was starting to feel a little hot all over. His gaze flitted up to look at her and he couldn’t help but smile, “My skin marks easily, so uh.. do with that information what you will...”

[cherrysolstice]

    ❝   i   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you   &   it’s   driving   me   insane  .   ❞ 

[loetise]

send ✶ and i’ll write a headcanon about our muses, accepting.  ˎˊ˗

when allie spends time with either of them, she always feels more in touch with her magic. one of the stronger features of her magic is that it allows her to feel others', she feels more connected to them through that. it also just sort of draws her to the wrights if she's nearby, she can always feel them and find them.

taylor - in my heart i feel like taylor's really good at recognizing allie emotions, especially when she's trying to hide them. allie's heart is always on her sleeve but when she has bad days she either just disappears or goes out clubbing to get wasted and find somebody to distract herself with, and i think taylor is good at finding her and giving her a place to be. and then of course, the opposite is also true, as allie can usually tell easily when something is wrong with taylor and stays with her or goes back to the cottage (or somewhere else peaceful and safe and neutral) until and after she feels better <;3

arlo - allie likes sitting on the beach with arlo even though she's not quite comfortable getting in the water with him. she plays in the sand and finds seashells n stuff while he's in his element <3 eventually, she works up to like.. wading level and a little bit more if he holds her hand or just. Holds Her in general.

@recovened​​​​​​​,    ✶ ✶

[myhiraeth]

✵ Styxx and Seth (IM NOT SORRY FOR SENDING THE SAME EXACT THING YOU DID OKAY.)

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following:

Their first impression of your muse: "Damn he's smiley. No way he can be this smiley all the time in this world."

Current impression: "Turns out, he is this smiley most of the time."

Are they attracted to your muse?: "Not like that. But there is something about Seth that's like- like you're a plant and he's the sun. You just want to be around him. Like you'd wither if you're deprived of him long enough."

Something they find frightening about your muse: "Nothing overtly frightening, though with his second form he's formidable as anything. I think more so I fear him turning into others in the supernatural world. Damaged. Hurt. Cynical. Angry. I don't want him to ever experience something to turn him like that."

Something they find adorable about your muse: "Everything?" he laughs. "No seriously, I like his sense of humor. I find it cute that he pretends to be genuinely interested in my boring shit. I find it adorable that he gets I don't like physical affection much so he uses my love of dogs against me to force me to accept it."

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: "In a heartbeat."

Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic: "Platonic, sure. Romantic... lets give him a few centuries to find a better option than me."

One word my muse would use to describe yours: "Warm."

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: "Fuck no. His sister notwithstanding, I'd be tempted to break the hand of anyone that does."

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: "Hug yes. Kiss, not so much."

[wuunderstruck]

why do people fall in love with you?

because you're exhilarating.

falling in love with you is like twirling around in the pouring rain, like the air rushing by on a rollercoaster, like the rapid beating of a heart when eyes meet

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[thunderaesir]

⚡⚡⚡ @seidrborn​ said: “brother ... you okay?”

     Thor is sitting on the roof, the air crisp and cool, the night clear. He can see all the stars, even with the minimal light pollution of New Asgard’s lights. A ladder is leaning against the side of the house, though he likely could have found another way up if he’d needed to. He has a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, fighting off any chill. He doesn’t expect Loki, who he’d left sleeping in his own bed some time ago. He must have woken after and noticed that Thor was not in his room. He turns his head away from the sky for a moment, watching as Loki finished clambering up the ladder, righting himself. He smiles and nods.

      “Of course. Couldn’t sleep? Neither could I. Perhaps we ought to have some of that tea,” he muses. He shrugs off the blanket as Loki approaches and tosses it to his brother. “Do you think we’ll ever be up there again? Space, I mean. Or do you think this is the view we’ll have now, for the rest of our lives? So small and far away. To think that some people go their whole lives without ever seeing the stars up close,” he muses, more to himself than to Loki.