#s. muse

[tomoshibi]

shylock as a character is so interesting because she's someone who uses love as a defence mechanism to hide the fact that she;s probably never felt loved once in her whole life because she tends to fall in love with people who are into things bigger than anyone could imagine and humans die and life moves on without her so she's stuck at her bar with her wine brewed by her long dead family trying to be so affectionate so nobody will ever notice that she's just really really really lonely

[mcrcki]

maig wasting time on photoshop pt. 1 || character pets !!

sella palpatine and allana solo’s cat turnip. 3 years old. hates everyone except sella and will make you feel judged for coming near him. very spoiled. an absolute king.

@tragcdysewn​

[yesterdaysprint]

A Manual of Etiquette with Hints on Politeness and Good Breeding, 1868

[anininas]

Screenshot redraws because I'm being nice to myself today

[comatosebunny09]

kindle | leon k.

genre(s): romance, friends to lovers, modern au

warning(s): language, mutual pining, soft boi leon, stream of consciousness

Leon does these things that confuse the hell out of you while you’re on missions or around the office. You’re his partner—work partner—but sometimes you feel like a little more. More than the younger sibling caught beneath the shadow of an overbearing brother. 

You don’t really know where things are going because he’s made it glaringly obvious in the past that he doesn't mix work with pleasure. However, something’s clearly shifted in your relationship as of late. Yet, you can’t, for the life of you, pinpoint what it is or when it happened. 

Oftentimes, you catch him gazing at you in your peripheral, a fondness inhabiting his eyes like you’ve never seen with the slightest quirk to his lips. That softness remains when a battle-worn thumb swipes blood from your cheek or rubs grime from your jaw. 

Sometimes, he holds your chin between his fingers and tilts your head this way and that—much to your chagrin—to make sure you’re devoid of injuries. Though, you never miss how his irises glitter like the sunset against sea waves, and his lips part a little as he relinquishes the softest, most relieved sigh to the air. And sometimes, you stand like this for eons, confused yet enamored, until the wet garble of a zombie springs you two apart. 

You never miss how a cautious hand finds the small of your back while you’re hunched over paperwork at your desk. How it burns through the thickness of your blazer, causing your heart to work overtime. And Leon beams so boyishly, bowing over to swaddle you in his warmth and cologne as he quips how “you’ve got your work cut out for you.” Yet, as much as he hates filling out reports himself, he stays until the moon sits high in the sky to help you finish. 

He always walks you to your car afterwards, arguing that, shit yeah, you can handle yourself. You suplex the undead for a living. But he’d fling himself off a cliff if his dear partner got snatched up in the parking garage. And he always lingers around a little longer after you pull off, a tender smile cresting across his lips in your rearview mirror. 

But he’s your partner. He’s supposed to do things like that, right? 

Like, he’s supposed to bring you food when you forget to eat—which is quite often. He’s supposed to show up to your apartment to check on you on your days off, promising his company, booze, and terrible romcoms. Supposed to hold you in your bed until you surrender your consciousness to the pretty little girls of slumber. And maybe, just maybe, it’s standard for your partner to kiss you quietly behind your ear and embrace you tighter when you squirm and chuckle and sigh wistfully in your sleep.

Through the wispy haze and the grogginess and the darkness inhabiting your bedroom, you shift to gather his cheeks in your palms—maybe you’re awake. Perhaps you’re still lurking below the shadowy depths of sleep. Who knows—and you kiss him. Cautious, but you kiss him. And though he’s initially thrown off kilter by the suddenness of it all, he relaxes against the suppleness of your lips. And his brows furrow as if he’s waited millennia for this moment. And his throat crackles with a quieted, hoarse sound as his hands perch on your hips, drawing you ever closer until your wrists cross behind his neck, and—

And…

Well, this is totally normal. Right?

part 2 >>

[poppingmary]

Marilyn & Maf

[jstor]

I realize I have not provided an update on my BG3 adventures and a few of you seemed invested, so...

I now have around 420 hours in the game (a little over 10 work weeks full of gameplay), I have two concurrent playthroughs in progress and 6 or 7 finished, I have many mods installed, my Tavs are beautiful, I'm playing on tactician, and I keep romancing Gale and Astarion to experience various permutations of the relationship. I have also considered making a side blog for this specific interest because I have nowhere to contain my feelings about it 😭

[b4kuch1n]

simulated earth (it does not matter)

transcript

[leonardospoetry]

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[iamnmbr3]

Listen. If tumblr was around back in the 1600s I bet all the tumblerinas would have been going absolutely feral for Shakespeare. We would've had Ye Olde Superwholock but like it would've been idk, Hal, Falstaff, Hamlet, Horatio and Romeo all meeting up and getting into shenanigans.

Tho also, just imagine Ye Olde Discourse on Shakespearean tumblr. It would've been like:

'Macbeth iſ NOT thy sweet babe nor thy little "blorbo" but a regicide and blaſphemer moſt foule'

'Tiſ but fiction! Thou didſt applaud moſt heartily when thou Titania with an aſſ did see. Should we then conclude thou doſt in ſecret practice beſtiality?'

'OP favorſ witchcraft and muſt be burned'

'The purpoſe of the play iſ to condemn conſorting with witcheſ or didſt thou miſſ the word TRAGEDY in 'The TRAGEDY of Macbeth??!?!?'

'Reading comprehension here truly iſ poor as piſſ'

'How dare thou ſay we should piſſ upon the poor?! I'll fight thee here and now!'

[movietonight]

I'm too lazy to edit this better. Please accept this low effort offering.

[mcrcki]

sella palpatine || task 08

where does your muse live? a house? apartment? how big is the space?

sella currently lives in a a large two bedroom apartment about two blocks away from the white house. it’s a very nice apartment, honestly. like way nicer than she should be able to afford on an intern salary but, ya know. we’ll cover that in a minute. she has enough room to not only have her own space, but she also has converted the second bedroom into an art studio. she uses the smaller one as her actual bedroom, and the larger main bedroom as that studio space. 

does your muse live with anyone else? who are those people?

this is sort of in flux at the moment. technically, she lives on her own, but at the moment, her girlfriend allana is staying with her, which honestly, sella is kinda excited about. she doesn’t spend a ton of time at home since it gets lonely so she likes having someone else there. 

though, if you look on sella’s lease, her name is not the only name on it, as it’s technically rented under her brother sheev’s name. he is the one paying her rent after helping her move out of the city run housing. though, sella does not know that he worked her lease to cover that, since she pays her utilities she just thinks rent is included in that price. (this all came from the fact that when sella was unaware, she expressed being overworked because she had to pay rent, her bills, and her tuition, so sheev took care of that without telling her)

how much time does your muse spend in their place? do they go out often or spend a lot of time in?

honestly, not a lot? if she is home, she’s in her studio. but she doesn’t like spending a lot of time just sitting around at home as she gets pretty lonely. she’s spending more time there since allana has been living with her, but usually, she is out. between her work and school schedule, it didn’t leave a ton of time for her to hang out at home anyways, so she takes that spare time to be out and about.

what is the view outside of your muse’s window?

she has a really nice view of lafayette square, as well as the washington monument. very much picturesque view of washington dc. she has a better view on the rooftop of her apartment building, which overlooks pretty much the entire white house area. 

what do they sleep on? do they have a lot of pillows? what about blankets or stuffed animals?

sella has A LOT of throw pillows, throw blankets, just a lot of comfy things. but, she does not sleep on them. she sleeps with two pillows, and like two blankets. maybe a third if she’s cold. she is a big fan of the look of them, but she doesn’t like feeling super crowded in bed. back on naboo, she did have one stuffed doll that was always on her bed, even as she got older, it was one of those comfort items she never wanted to really let go of, but she doesn’t really have any here in the city. though, please do not introduce her to like squishmallows because i can absolutely see her being a little unhinged collecting those.

what items do they keep next to their bed?

her phone, water bottle, journal, a little jewelry dish so she can take off the pieces she wears daily, and also an ever rotating bouquet of flowers. 

what is your muse’s most valuable possession?

see this photo. she currently is not in possession of her most valuable possession. but she will be. mark my words, sabina. 

otherwise, honestly, i’d say it’s some of her artwork. as well as, as cheesy as it sounds, a photo frame that has like, a couple spots in it, that is filled with pictures of her and her family. 

does your muse like to keep a lot of trinkets around or are they more minimalistic?

sella absolutely has a lot of trinkets, she loves having things that make her happy around. i wouldn’t say her apartment is like, cluttered, but it’s lived in. especially her desk, that’s where she keeps most of her trinkets. she has a lot of statues, vases, little plant pots, just anything she sees that she ends up liking. a lot is displayed there since she likes to keep the area around her bed tidier.

does your muse have any pictures up? what are they of?

so. many. pictures. god, between her paintings or other prints she has bought, and then photos of her family, her walls are definitely the more cluttered things in her place. she has paintings she’d made, art prints she’s bought-- she’s very into monet. as for photos, she has !! so many !! her fridge is covered in pictures she’s printed out. they’re all of her family, of her and allana, just, so many. there is no denying she loves her family if you take one look at the collage she’s made on her fridge.  

what, if any, other decorations does your muse have?

big fan of like table top statues, fuzzy rugs, fairy lights literally everywhere. lots of lamps, honestly. she does not use the overhead lights in her apartment so it’s a lot of fun lights everywhere. definitely has a couple disco balls in her studio. honestly, if it’s pink and cute, she’s gonna find a place for it in one of these rooms. 

does your muse like having guests over?

absolutely, please. she loves having people over and wants to do it more. she’s trying to convince the family to let her hold weekly family dinners !!! so look out palpatines :)

how tidy is your muse’s home/room?

it’s very tidy, honestly. the only untidy thing would be that she doesn’t always make her bed, but sella likes to keep things clean, so she doesn’t let things get dirty too often. her studio is a different story though, she sort of explodes when she’s painting so it’s always a wreck in there, but she knows where everything is so she will not be taking any criticism on it.

does your muse have any pets living with them? what about plants?

sella has a lot of like, fake plants. she does not have a green thumb so she doesn’t have any real ones. she would love a cat. she hasn’t committed to getting one, but one day.

is your muse happy with their living situation? what would your muse’s dream house look like?

very !! honestly, this is more than sella could have ever asked for when it comes to living on her own, so she’s like, very happy with where she lives. she doesn’t want to really change a thing, except maybe have a whole house one day, but that is a very long time from now. she really enjoys her apartment as is. 

[dimity-lawn]

Maladict does not drink… port. That’s why I knew as soon as I saw this late 19th century bottle tag in the digital collections of the V&A that I had to change it a bit.

[dontyouloveher]

Vogue video outtakes 90s

[comatosebunny09]

untitled | leon k.

warnings: smut, loss of virginity, female reader, p in v, language, pet names, soft leon, stream of consciousness, short af

had this mashup on repeat, and i just couldn’t move past this imagery. thank you for reading, lovely. ❤️

He fills the space between your fingers with his, gentle and reassuring, rooting you to the mattress. 

Molten tears prick the corners of yours eyes, brows knit, lips parted with wet exhalations. He chases your tears with chaste kisses, whispering pillow-soft affirmations through the static of your ears.

Doing so good. Taking me so well. My pretty baby. Stay with me, okay?

He’s a hulking shadow of concern, balanced on muscly arms. Paints a pretty cutout of disheveled locks and startling blue eyes amid the room swathed in moonlight. Radiates a blistering warmth that singes your innards whilst sweat gathers on his temple, drip-dropping onto the ruffled sheets.

Breathlessly, he murmurs, “You alright, sweetheart?” Knows you’re not if the shallowness of your breath is anything to go by. If the wince of your eyes serves as any gauge. But you’re a big girl. Stubborn as all hell, but you manage a nod despite the pain coursing through your nether regions. 

His hips stutter as he tries to remain perfectly still. Your thighs shakily wound about his waist, and your heels digging into the divots of his back don’t help matters. But he’s a patient lover. Waited this long to have you. Ravage you. Split you in twain.

What are a few more moments in tortuous bliss?

Through the Gaussian blur of your vision, you know he’s trying his damnedest not to thrust further in. Not to dig a little deeper, spearing you with his delicious girth, dredging the most sinister of sounds from the bowels of your belly.

Your throat rumbles with a pathetic keen as you pulse around the head of his cock, drawing a wet hiss from swollen lips. His forehead finds the curve of your shoulder. He pants there. Fights a battle within, wrapped in the luxury of your womanhood.

“Fuck,” he chuckles, allowing the weight of his torso to anchor yours down. “Keep sucking me in like that, and I won’t be able to last.”

[poppingmary]

Marilyn and the wind