#guest muse — katya delevani

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silly little starters

“Listen, all I’m tellin’ you is this — sometimes, violence ain’t just necessary. That shit is mandatory in my book.” • @cocained​

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sms — PG-13.

KATYA: Damn, do y'all ever shut the fuck up. Y'all got each other's numbers.

KATYA: I can't dip out by myself in peace, lmao?

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@rcughdrcfts​​ asked: ❤️ — PG-K13.

send me a ❤️ for my muse to say something they love about your muse

“I love them for a lot of reasons. Not just because of the lil’ situation that we have now — though, havin’ two niggas is always better for a girl than just one. But because in the whole wide world, other than my mama and my daddy and my brothers and sisters...them two are the only two people in the world that actually know me for me. They grew up with me. I met Ghost when I was ten and the streets was still callin’ him Reginald, and I met Prince when I was fourteen and me and G were celebrating some street parade. I love the men they turned into. I love that they love me. I love that one day, Prince had some crazy, fucked up idea that I was the only woman in the world that he could possibly make a baby with — and he was right, ‘cause I’m gorgeous and Nova is the prettiest girl alive — and now we got ourselves a stupid lil’ family and then some. I love that I could just...slow down time for a while, stop bein’ Miss Delevani to the people, and sit down with them to start bein’ me. They just feel so natural to me. They feel like home. God, I hate them niggas — always sappin’ me up and shit.”

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’ fuck you right back. ’ — prince & kat

f is for fuck

“Wow. Are you usin’ naughty words with me right now?”

They haven’t gotten into these arguments since they were teenagers, she thinks. Sure, it’s a little less cute when the two of them were damn near in their thirties going back and forth like this, but her point still stood. It was also a night where parenting was out of the question, thanks to babysitters and such, so they had all the time in the world — and all of the liquor. “Y’know, I would, but you kinda did that already. But hey! Maybe you an’ Ghost could compare notes!”

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“You’re a long way from a doughnut shop, Detective. Sure you’re not lost?”

Rationale informs her that her best interest had been to keep their meeting short and simple. Extend her charming words and smile, offer up cooperation. Yet, experience teaches her to only keep him as far as she could throw him in situations like this — after all, he wasn’t the first detective who came looking for her at one of her offices. He certainly wasn’t going to be the last overzealous police to think that he would be the one who would bring her to her downfall. “But since you’re here and all...mind takin’ a walk with me?” The offer was placed onto the table for one reason, and one reason only. His usefuless. “I only got an hour for lunch — and I’m not cuttin’ it short for nobody but my mama.” • @apearlwrites​

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“Uh..w-will you be my Valentine?” — surprise me.

valentine’s day things

“…Wait, what?”

She didn’t meant for it to sound so…abrasive. But to her defense, she happened to be in a very compromising position, at a very awkward and inconvenient moment in time. Specifically, mid-orgasm, sprawled out against his lap to make up for the lack of space. It actually would’ve been kind of romantic to hear the words otherwise, the kind of candy-coated shit that Katya loved to eat up and spit right out. But this wasn’t that kind of rendezvous. (This wasn’t only a dick appointment either, but she’s still too gun-shy to admit that part to herself and other people.) Which is why instead, they found themselves here, jaw slacked and gripping shoulders and the ends of his hair, entirely flustered — all at the prospect of him asking her to be his valentine.

“G…you realize that we’re fuckin’ each other righ’ now, right?” She’s not sure why she suddenly muted her volume down to a whisper, but if it helped with the emphasis. “I’m literally fuckin’ the shit outta you righ’ now, an’ you wanna be valentines? Is this about that whole middle school thing again?” Evading was fun and all, but he still needed an answer regardless, even if it was annoyingly at the expense of her getting off. “Shit…fine. ‘M your valentine. Back to the more important thing — you want me to do that thing you like now?”

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Post 3 - 5 songs that remind you of your muse. rules: repost, don’t reblog.

— FEEL / KENDRICK LAMAR:  i feel like the enemy you should know, feel like the feelin’ of no hope, the feeling of bad dope, a quarter ounce manipulated from soap, the feelin’ — the feelin’ of false freedom, i’ll force-feed ‘em the poison that fill ‘em up in the prison! i feel like it’s just me, look i feel like i can’t breathe, look i feel like i can’t sleep, look i feel heartless, often off this feelin’ of fallin’, of fallin’ apart with darkest hours, lost it —

— NOBODY / JHENE AIKO:   no one ever listened. no one called me pretty. grandpa called me penny. i think i am worthless, i don’t have a purpose — who am i enough for? why we always lose what we work for, why we hurt more? i probably never seen my mama cry, she’s so tough for us...poor her. she don’t need nobody.

— TESTIFY / COMMON:   the court awaited as the foreman got the verdict from the bailiff, emotional outbursts & smeared make up, he stated ‘he was guilty on all charges’, she’s shaking like she took it the hardest — a spin artist. she brought her face up laughing, that’s when the prosecutor realized what happened: all that speaking her mind, testifying & crying, when this bitch did the crime! the queenpin.

— WHAT SHOULDN’T I BE? / SAMPHA:   family ties, put ‘em round my neck. i’m walkin’ ‘round high, a ghost by my side. challenges come, challenges come & they go. i need someone to help me down — ‘you can always come home. you can always come home.’ a mother always knows. i needed to grow. just, it’s all about you know...and what shouldn’t i be?

— HEAVENLY FATHER /  ISAIAH RASHAD:  prayin’ that i make it 25, they be callin’ doctor for my health.  and no is kinda hard to say to drugs, ‘cause i been havin’ problems with myself. and i been askin’ questions, where the love? and they don’t give me answers, just a check. and they don’t know my issues as a child, ‘cause i was busy cuttin’ on myself. and hangin’ from the playground wasn’t wrong, until you got a rope around your neck — and i been losin’ more than just my mind, gatherin’ what’s left of self respect. and daddy, why you call me when you drunk? and why you never love me when i needed? and i don’t wanna be like you no more, and i been tryna cope, i’m gettin’ weeded.

tagged: @generationalsins​ tagging: @saturnrang​, @tribeof​, @ghcstfce​, @armsdealing​, @blackplanct​

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“You called about needin’ an investor for whatever project you got goin’ on.” She’d poured some tea, laid out a few snacks on a well-decorated table and clutched a baby monitor between the grip of her fingers. So, the timing wasn’t exactly perfect — but it’d been due to make Katya money. “I got a few weeks left in my leave, but...you’re welcome to lay the groundwork for me while we wait.” • @streetsofsecrets

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“I started goin’ back to work.” She blurted the words as soon as he’d been within earshot, then cuts her eyes in his direction as if she’s waiting for words of objection. Not that she’s thinking the worst out of him or anything — but they were parents now. Parents thought the worst out of everything. “So, y’know...we gotta start thinkin’ ‘bout who we want ‘Roh to stay with during the day. My mom don’t want me gettin’ a nanny, but she made it clear that she ain’t raisin’ kids no more.” • @mekhilfiger​

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“Don’t look so damn surprised. It’s called a vacation, jackass. You ever heard of one?” Actually, for her it was a mandatory maternity leave. Then came the actual vacation, to help alleviate the symptoms of a near death experience and a touch of postpartum. But Katya would never admit to that, and especially not out loud. “Halloween’s over. You ain’t lookin’ at a ghost, you lookin’ at me — who, by the way, you should try and act a little happier to see, all things considering.”

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“I’m tired. That’s all. I’m sick of this back and forth shit and I’m tired. Like, we got a fuckin’ baby on the way— you realize that, right? Believe it or not, we having a baby and you still doin’ the same shit. Actin’ like you don’t know what you want, actin’ like I’m the reason you can’t be with me. I’m just tired of this. I love you so much, but I’m tired. So can you make up your mind? For the sake of our baby, at least? You ain’t gotta be with me, you ain’t gotta love me, but you gotta figure out what the fuck we doing here— it ain’t just fuckin’ us in this no more.”

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There were multiple things about the woman’s personality that Katya didn’t mind priding herself on and occasionally boasting about, and one of them had been the observant eye she carried when necessary. It’s the reason why she’s staring so hard at the other while they broke down the details of some story that she honestly wasn’t listening too attentively to in the first place — a guilt habit of hers when bored, and before they reached the conclusion, Katya let the conclusion formed in her head slip into her speech. “You’ve been fucking.” It comes out rather bluntly, her expression turning into one of amusement. “Oh my god, you dirty bitch. That’s why you so chatty today? Who was it — male or female, and was it that good?”  • @hazedsea

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The funeral had been a little over four months ago, and the time passed since she’d been with the two of them together had been more than that. But, solitude set aside for the one full week they ask for her, she’d been here at some beach house of hers. “Okay, you got me outta one work house and into the other one. Now what?” Katya prods, because one thing she knows is that while they both were here, she could forget about doing anything work-related to keep her occupied. “No, I ain’t watching Freedom Writers all week so get that off your mind quick.” • @hiphcp​

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Babies have made her soft. It’s a truth that grew difficult for Katya to come to terms with, and she tries to pretend that it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the one she’d been referring to had been her own, at home with a nanny while she’d been run up the wall with worry. But they’re her confidant — so, they probably knew already, and she’s grateful that they’re letting her speak in code and beat around the bush for a little while before they start calling her out on her bullshit. “Dame gotta stop bringin’ his fuckin’ kids around, man.” She groaned the thought softly, thumb tapping against her phone screen as she sent out yet another message for the fourth or fifth time since they began their lunch date. “Last night he was telling me how big they gettin’. And I started fuckin’ crying — like a bitch.”

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currently contemplating on if i wanna ask for some text threads on the side considering i only have two drafts to do right now. but as announced on my main, i’m moving my muse katya delevani to this page as a guest muse temporarily, so there’s that if anybody wanted to plot or move a thread over here for the time being.