i love your muses by the way

That moment when you’ve drawn at least 2 whole pages filled with fan-art for your  #1 favourite ask blog

but your Camera is being a bitch and you’ve wasted FOUR HOURS trying to get it to import to your computer, because you love this ask blog so much and will die for them.

COUGH @ask-2p-italy-luciano-vargas COUGH 

i want to be on your mouth like a cancer,
clawing at your insides like the cigarette
smoke that follows as you walk by.
i’ve never felt more addicted,
your spores spreading inside of my skin
when all i ever wanted was to
feel you underneath me.
i can’t get enough of you,
writing about the way your hair swallows
the freckles along your shoulder blades
will take up the next year of my life.
you’re the first muse that every made me ache,
a slow burn in my throat that leaves
me lingering at the top of your driveway.
i swear i’d settle for counting your
strained breaths in my sleep.
i know i’ll never have you;
i’m too smooth around the edges,
too put together for someone who
only knows how to love things
when they’re broken.

anonymous asked:

I just felt the need to tell you that I'm glad I followed your blog. Saizo was by far one of my least favourite characters but you've fleshed him out so much and explored territory that made him grow that I'm really impressed. I might not know you, the mun, but I can tell that you're a really admirable person and the way you write your character is superb. I'm sorry that this might come at a really random time but I really felt that it needed to be said.

I’m just sitting here screaming because honestly I kind of…Okay story time.

I super love absolutely adore Kaze, who actually was the first person I tried to make in this fandom. It…Didn’t go too well. But then honestly I fell in love with Hisame and that’s who I made.

While I still love my pickle son, I tend to feel more muse for Saizo these days but, honestly? Saizo was like, a random whim. I actually had been trying out Odin as a muse, and suddenly it occurred to me that I should make Saizo. Literally just a whim, let’s see if I can try this muse on.

And I mean, he has his own blog now and he’s actually become one of my overall favorite characters. Because of him, honestly, I’ve met a lot of wonderful people and started talking to my girlfriend through this blog? (Well, through Hisame but -). Having Saizo has been an experience in the fullest way I could ever experience a roleplay blog. I always have muse for him, and honestly he’s a super dynamic character throughout his entire series of supports. While there’s clearly like, shit missing (like if Kaze dies in the story there’s…nothing but then again Kaze can get married and his wife’s like idgaf so clearly that’s on the creators ANYWAY), he actually is just…A wonderful character who has so much potential even in-game.

Honestly I’m just - this has really made my day. It’s always a wonderful feeling when someone comes into your inbox and says something so…Ugh, it’s like - Telling me I made you like someone you hated is, to me, the best kind of compliment? I also get to feel good knowing that now you get to enjoy more content and have a new character to like (and one less character to be like UGHHH about when you get in the FEH gacha or a random box). Please feel free to come off anon or into my IM if you ever did want to get to know me! I’m really bad at replying right away and I’ll be in school tonight but - yes!

  • Yurio: Dude if you like someone just fucking tell them.
  • Otabek: What if that person doesn’t feel the same way?
  • Yurio: Holy shitballs that person will. Try and practice with me.
  • Otabek: I-I’m in love with you and you changed my life. You are my muse, my inspiration and I’d like nothing more than to spend the rest of my life by your side. I would work hard for the rest of my life to make sure you wake up smiling every morning.
  • Yurio: Sappy as balls but good job. Go tell that person now. Woot.
  • Otabek: I just did.

Alfred: Happy Valentine’s Day guys, from Arthur and I! Hope y’all have an amazing day! Eat tons of chocolates and spend the day with loved ones!

Arthur: I hope all of you have a wonderful day!

» halsey lyrics meme

Put a sentence in my ask to see how my muse responds.

  • ❝ I find myself alone when each day is through. ❞
  • ❝ Yes, I’ll admit that I’m a fool for you. ❞
  • ❝ You’ve got a way to keep me on your side. ❞
  • ❝ You give me cause for love that I can’t hide. ❞
  • ❝ If you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight. ❞
  • ❝ I tried to hold these secrets inside me. ❞
  • ❝ My mind’s like a deadly disease. ❞
  • ❝ I’m meaner than my demons. ❞
  • ❝ Please stop, you’re scaring me. ❞
  • ❝ Goddamn right, you should be scared of me. ❞
  • ❝ Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me? ❞
  • ❝ You can’t wake up, this is not a dream. ❞
  • ❝ I think there’s a flaw in my code. ❞
  • ❝ These voices won’t leave me alone. ❞
  • ❝ Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me? ❞
  • ❝ Keep on haunting me. ❞
  • ❝ I was as pure as a river, but now I think I’m possessed. ❞
  • ❝ I’ve been cold since you left. ❞
  • ❝ You’ve got a fire inside but your heart’s so cold. ❞
  • ❝ I’ve tried to wash you away but you just won’t leave. ❞
  • ❝ I came here so you’d come for me. ❞
  • ❝ You weren’t looking for me. ❞
  • ❝ I’m such a fool to pay this price. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t think he remembers. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t have to fucking tell you anything. ❞
  • ❝ That’s the beauty of a secret, you know you’re supposed to keep it. ❞
  • ❝ These days I can’t seem to get along with anyone. ❞
  • ❝ Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so. ❞
  • ❝ You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece. ❞
  • ❝ You were a vision in the morning when the light came through. ❞
  • ❝ I know I’ve only felt religion when I’ve lied with you. ❞
  • ❝ I’m still waking every morning but it’s not with you. ❞
  • ❝ I’m searching for something that I can’t reach. ❞
  • ❝ Kiss me in the corridor. ❞
  • ❝ You say that you’re no good for me. ❞
  • ❝ What happened to the soul that you used to be? ❞
  • ❝ Do you remember the taste of my lips that night? ❞
  • ❝ We’ll be running again. ❞
  • ❝ I’m a one night stand. ❞
  • ❝ I’m the violence in the pouring rain. ❞
  • ❝ I’m a hurricane. ❞
  • ❝ I found myself reminded to keep you far away from me. ❞
  • ❝ Well lately, I like ‘em crazy. ❞
  • ❝ I can never keep my eyes off this. ❞
  • ❝ All we do is drive. ❞
  • ❝ We know very well who we are. ❞
  • ❝ I’m headed straight for the castle. ❞
  • ❝ They wanna make me their queen. ❞
  • ❝ If you wanna break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised. ❞
  • ❝ I just wanna feel your lips against my skin. ❞
  • ❝ I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me. ❞
  • ❝ I’m sorry but I fell in love tonight. ❞
  • ❝ I didn’t mean to fall in love tonight. ❞
  • ❝ Could we pretend that we’re in love? ❞
  • ❝ We’re the underdogs in this world alone. ❞
  • ❝ They can break our hearts, they won’t take our souls. ❞
  • ❝ Would you bleed for me? ❞
  • ❝ Let’s cause a little trouble. ❞
  • ❝ Would you lie for me? ❞
  • ❝ I wouldn’t leave you if you’d let me. ❞
Mun2Mun Meme

❤ — I ship our muses romantically.

♡ — I ship our muses sexually.

❣ — I ship our muses as a one night stand.

✿ — I ship our muses as good friends.

👏 — I ship our muses in a platonic relationship.

∞ — I ship our muses as soul mates.

✘ — I ship our muses as exes.

☮ — I ship our muses as rivals.

¿ — I ship our muses as ‘That One Couple Who Makes No Sense But Are So Cute Together?’

👌 — I’m not sure if our muses would get along, but I love your muse anyway!

✎ — I love the way you write your muse(s).

✉ — I want to plot with you.

▼ — I follow at least one of your RPs I’m not involved with.

you are sitting alone at the counter, so you must be lonely.
let me take your hand.
don’t be so shy i’m not a bad guy.
i’ll just buy you a few drinks until your eyes will stop looking at me so scared.
don’t you wanna dance? don’t worry, i’ll dance with your body later.
i’ll play with your mind in a way that you won’t be able to discern reality from dreams.
just sleep, it will all look like a distant memory.
me and my manufactured consent never even happened.
—  giulswrites
It’s not easy, I know. You’re in a never ending battle against society’s expectations of you. You’re always supposed to be doing one thing or another, acting a certain way, conforming. You’re not supposed to think outside of the box, you’re expected to contort yourself as much as you have to in order to make sure you stay in it. And when you don’t, when you try to spread your wings, people try to rip them out. You know what the truth is? You don’t need the approval of anyone else besides yourself. Embrace your quirks and the softness you hide, try your best to become comfortable with being. You can do it. You are the only person you need to compete against. You are the only person you need to impress.
—  Get out of the box. // Maxwell Diawuoh

I know there’s a ton of pressure on women to be cheerful and whatnot, but I am so done with the glorification of negativity and cold bitterness. I’ve been cold, I’ve been bitter, and I’ve been negative. I’ve been ✨  misunderstood ✨ , and I’ve given in to the glorification as a means of self-preservation. And I’ve been all of those things on a regular basis, for years. But what I’ve realized since getting out of such behavior patterns and attitudes is that clinging to those things for strength was nothing more than a glorification of unhealthiness. I wasn’t overcoming stereotypes – I was deeply depressed (and often blind to the fact). Yes, we live in a difficult and deeply unjust and miserable world. Yes, there are tons of reasons to be angry. We NEED to be angry at the state of the world and we need to act and push others to act. But being /constantly/ angry is tiring and being constantly negative is immature. Yes everyone functions differently, and I /understand/, but I am so done. Being around dark things drags me down, and I am done. Be angry, act, but try to make things better. Strength is trying to rise above the negativity of the world. Strength is fighting to be better by being kind. Overcoming sexist stereotypes is sometimes not being afraid to be warm and soft and “feminine” if that’s what you want to be. I’m done with the rest of it. I’ve been dark and cynical and frigid and ✨  strong ✨  but all it did was give power to the things that were actually dragging me down and feeding the shiny darkness. I’ve given a decade of my life to it, and I’m done. 

I fell in love with you the way Prometheus fell in love with humans. The idea of them was so fragile, so childlike to him, that his need to protect them surpassed his need to protect himself. Just like my need to protect your heart from breaking, surpassed my need to protect my own.

And as I stare at what remains of my heart now - picked apart by predators, I realise like Prometheus, how I suffer for putting myself second now, darling.

How I suffer.

—  Nikita Gill, What Prometheus and I Share

Basically, it is already the 12th in so many places so I’m joining the party.
Happy bday to my muse, my idol, my baby, my munchkin, my sweet adorable strong amazingly talented inspirational boy! I love you so much, and I admire you so much!! You have worked so hard to make your dreams come true, my love, you inspire so many people including me, obviously, every day.
The way you appreciate and encourage fanart is something I’ll never stop being so thankful for, you inspire talent and you support it.
So again, happy bday to the most beautiful person on earth! Inside and out! I love you @zayn have a great one!!!.

You sparkled all over the outskirts of my heart and I felt brand new and important for once. Then you took your fast motorcycle and drove away and left me dry.
But don’t you worry, I found a way to shine on my own.
—  giulswrites
Take Me Home

Hello! i have an imagine request. Spencer and the reader are dating. Spencer takes her to meet the team and they are a bit taken back by her personality. She is very sweet, but also niave, and kind of ditsy. Thanks for maybe taking this request

I can do this.  I hope that you enjoy your story, because here it is, comin’ ‘atcha.

“Do you think they will like me?” you ask lightly as you stare out the window.

“They will love you,” he reassures you as he looks over at you.

He loved the way your Y/C/H hair graced your shoulders as your eyes flickered at the scenery outside.

He always took the scenic drives, because he knew how much you loved looking at the landscape.

“Have you ever wondered why the grass is always so green sometimes?” you muse.

“It’s because of the bright chlorophyll pigment,” Spencer smiles.

He watched your cheeks crinkle in your smile whenever he answered a question you didn’t know the answer to.

“Or why coffee is so bitter?” you breathe.

“Usually, it’s because the coffee bean is over-ground,” Spencer lulls lightly.

Then he saw that look in your eye as you slowly turned your head forward.

That look that he always saw when you asked too many questions and didn’t know enough answers.

“Do you think they will think I’m dumb?” you ask lowly.

Spencer loved answering all of your questions.  He loved your thirst for knowledge, even if it was in simple, everyday questions.

But he couldn’t help but think the team might expect him to be with someone…smarter.

And the two of you rode in silence the rest of the way.

“Everyone, this is Y/N,” Spencer introduces proudly.

You were hanging onto him for dear life as the agents in front of you begin to smile.

You didn’t really feel at ease around them.  You didn’t enjoy going out, and you knew you were in the presence of intelligent people.

You just enjoyed your romance novels and your daydreaming.

Which is exactly what you had started doing while they were talking to you.

“Y/N?” Spencer nudges.

He knew what you did when you got nervous.  You lost yourself in your own mind.

But when you came back to reality, the entire team had hesitancy behind their eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you snicker as you bow your head to the floor.

“Morgan was just wondering what you did for a living,” Spencer urges as he squeezes your hand.

“Oh,” you look up as you lock your eyes with the strong man.

“I’m uh…a freelance writer and editor,” you smile.

“Oh, so you work from home?” a colorful blond asks.

“Yeah,” you smile as you look over at her.

The team waited for you to offer up more information.

But you stopped there.

“She’s a little…” David trails off as he leans towards Aaron.

But Hotch was studying you intently.

“Well!” Spencer breaks the silence, “Who’s hungry?”

And the team gave hesitant “I am”’s as you tried to hold back the shaking of your knees and the brewing of your tears.

Why did he make you do this?

But Aaron knew what was going on.

As the team filed beside you and Spencer as you turned into him, you let out a heavy sigh as you closed your eyes.

“I think I’m gonna go home,” you breathe lightly.

“Please don’t go home,” Spencer begs as he brings his hand to the back of your head to cradle you close.

“Please,” he whispers.

“They’re just protective of him,” Hotch speaks up as you flicker your eyes over to him.

“Huh?” you ask as they all stand at the elevator.

“They’re all protective, but all they want is for Reid to be happy,” Spencer’s boss reassures you.

And you nodded lightly as you slowly turned your body towards him.

“I know I’m not very smart, but I care for Spencer a lot,” you tell him.

And the team was listening to every word as Aaron listened intently to what you were saying.

“I know a man like Spencer should be with someone…brighter…than me,” you breathe as tears well in your eyes, “but…I care about him.  I-I-I don’t know wh-…what drew him to me-”

You stopped to swallow the knot in your throat as the team begins to feel guilty.

“-but I plan on treating him as well as I can for as long as he’ll have me,” you breathe out.

“That’s all we ask,” Hotch lightly smiles at you.

And then you buried yourself back into the arms of Spencer.

“Ssssshhhhh…” he coos in your ear as he rubs your back.

“She’s overwhelmed,” Spencer mouths to Hotch.

“Take her home,” Hotch mouths back before bypassing you two and heading for the elevator.

And he glared at his team as they all stepped in together.

anonymous asked:

Oh oh, for 10 Years On, please write a fic exploring how Sam felt when he and Matt were rescued and he found out what happened between the seperation & rescue, and how he feels when Shiro shows back up 10 years later and Sam finally sees the damage the Arena did and none of it has healed even though he and Matt have had a decade to move on from their big shared alien abduction trauma? :D (PS I'm loving & kudosing all your AO3 stuff and thought you'd like to know that re: hair, mused =/= mussed.)

(Aghhh I know, I’m the worst at that mistake and I never ever catch it.  One of these days I’ll remember.  But thank you so much!!  And thank you for the delicious prompt.)

For those who missed it, a sequel to this fic

It had been nearly three years since Sam Holt had seen his wife and daughter.

There was no way for him to know that for sure, of course.  There were the nearly exactly six months it had taken to get to Kerberos, but after that it had been the Galra ships and then the mining planet, and he knew those day cycles didn’t match up perfectly, or even very well, to Earth’s.  Then they’d been tapped by the Rebellion and spirited away to yet another planet.  By then, Sam and Matt were both well used to the mining planet’s day cycle, and so now it was impossible to tell how it would have felt against Earth.

Still, it had been about 853 cycles since they’d been captured, and 184 on the Daedalus.

Nearly three years, give or take.

Nearly three years since Sam had left home, buoyed on the excitement of discovering something new and exciting about the creation of their very solar system, of the universe itself.  Accompanied by his son and Takashi, he’d gone with the kernel of hope of learning about how life was created and supported in the universe.  One step closer to his life’s work, to First Contact.

At this point, it didn’t even feel ironic anymore.  It felt like they’d been asking for it.

Three years of struggle and heartbreak, of losing Matt and then Takashi, losing his freedom, slowly losing hope.  Of holding onto his son as tight as he could, lest he be taken away yet again.  A year of being a different kind of prisoner, the kept technicians for a rebellion Sam supported in theory but not in brutal action.  Of thinking ‘today is at least not worse than yesterday’, and that being enough.

But something had changed, not too long ago.

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I try to comprehend
the way you seem
to usher me
transport me
to this magical realm
while teasing
coaxing my mind
yet patiently
from the physical
to a sensual place
my spirit is ascended
within each lingering thought
my entire being rests
and dreaming
while your magical spell
this eternal well
of silent whispers
is infinitely caressing
my heart
my body
and my mind
until blind
with thoughts
of only


Patsy x Delia Headcanons

This is what happens when I spend too much time daydreaming in my car…. Please enjoy a few of my musings (more under the cut), I’d love to know what people think :)

  • Before Patsy’s father dies he gives Patsy her mother’s engagement ring, which he saved during the war. He tells her to give to the right person, when the time is right… 
    • “Preferably whoever you murmur about in your sleep, you obviously care about them immensely Patience and if I learned anything in my life it is that you cannot let the people you cherish go even a day without being reminding them”
  • Because Patsy in no way desires to take over her father’s business after he dies she inherits its stock and holdings, so much so she wouldn’t have to work another day in her life but…

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Every second that ticks by feels like time is taunting me.
I wonder if you’re watching the clock too, awaiting the next moment your hands reacquaint themselves with my skin.
I have gone far beyond ‘I miss you,’ and far beyond 'I want you.’
This is need, this is craving, this is losing myself in dreams just so I can hold you.
I still get butterflies in my stomach when I hear your voice the same way I did the first time our lips touched.
I don’t know if you paid attention to how hard my heart was beating, but if you did, then you know exactly how bad I have it.
And nights like these are the worst, when I wish to feel your heartbeat, only to be greeted by the pillow your head should be resting on.
The only thing that keeps me going is the idea that someday these miles won’t be so problematic anymore. 
We’ll repeat this shattering cycle as many times as we need, coming together and breaking with every pair of flights until one day, one of us will fly in to see the other and have no need to go back out.
In time, this distance will be nothing but a memory.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: Write about a long distance relationship


[verse 1]
i forgot the feeling
the feeling of being alone but not lonely
i guess when you touch me
my fears and my secrets belong to you only
close the door behind you
just let me love you, slow you, hold you
my mind stays on you
so does my body, let me show you

but i wanna go through
and i wanna need you
could you be my muse?
lately all i think about is you
i’m never sick about it

this love’s incredible-credible
have a little mercy on me, baby, you got me
wanting more, wanting more
of your love-ove
have a little mercy on me, baby, you got me
wanting more, wanting more
of your love-ove

[verse 2]
i know you’ve been hurt
by the way that you look away
from me too early
you don’t like to talk about it
and that’s fine, i get it
so don’t worry

but i wanna go through
and i wanna need you
could you be my muse?
lately all i think about is you
i’m never sick about it

this love’s incredible-credible
have a little mercy on me, baby, you got me
wanting more, wanting more
of your love-ove
have a little mercy on me, baby, you got me
wanting more, wanting more
of your love-ove

wanting more, wanting more
of your love
wanting more, wanting more
of your love
this love
wanting more, wanting more

*for you fam whose requesting songs