🌻 - Our muses at a flower field
🌙 - Our muses pulling an all nighter
⚜️ - Our muses in an old castle
🎁 - Our muses giving each other gifts
🐠 - Our muse going to an aquarium
❤️- My muse confessing their love to yours
💔 - My muse being heartbroken by yours
💄 - My muse giving yours a makeover
🎤 - My muse overhears yours singing
💌 - My muse sneaks a love letter into your muse’s locker/bag
🕯- Our muses in a dimmed room
🔥 - My muse saying your muse is hot
🎀- My muse saying your muse is cute
🕶 - My muse saying your muse is intimidating
🖍- Your muse drawing on my muse’s arm
💍 - Your muse asking for my muse’s hand in marriage
🍭 - Your muse taking my muse to a candy store
The break had been exactly what Scarlett had needed and now that she was back for season six she felt refreshed and little more put together than she had been previously. The end of season five had been a mess and one she was all too happy to leave behind her as she stepped into the Sydney house with a smile on her face, determined to leave the past in Hawaii. Collapsing on the couch, Scarlett leaned back and closed her eyes for a second, the flight over to Australia had taken it out of her and she was exhausted. The blonde’s eyes only began to flutter open as she heard footsteps, a sleepy “Hello” coming from her mouth.
Seb was used to new places, in fact it wasn’t even his first time being in Hawaii. He’d been here before for skate competitions and tours, but the house, the cameras…that was defiantly new. Wandering into the house as though he belonged there, which as of that moment he supposed he did, Seb walked straight into the kitchen, chucking his backpack on a stool and leaning his board against the bench as he started to make himself a cup of coffee. “Mornin’” He greeted as though he’d been there since day one, hearing someone enter the room.
ihsan leaned on the doorframe as the staffs took his things in to his new room –– - it was a much smaller room than the one provided for him before but he’s not about to complain. he’s had way worse. “grazie mille” a charming smile to the maid who had just finished changing his sheets. the young man had taken extra care to take his private stuffs ( confidential informations ) in himself and was about to turn around to the hallways, closing the door behind him, when he caught himself face to face with someone. his eyes widened for a mili-second. a quick and graceful greeting. the charms laid in his smile and his darkeyes. his hands were hidden and silent as they made sure the door is locked. “salve, come sta? you surprised me, didn’t think anyone would be up and around wandering at this hours. are you having trouble sleeping ? “ ihsan knew full well that after an incident like before, some people could hardly close their eyes without the terrors imprinted on the back of their eyelids. but not him.never him.
Hunched over in her chair, sketchbook in hand, pencil tip glided over the page, dancing its way across lines and shadows, sketching an impression here, forming a shape there. The sound of a chair being pulled back next to her startled the brunette, notebook and pencil falling to the floor
and as she looked to the person, a light embarassed blush rose to her cheeks. “Sorry about that – hey.”
“Finally done.” A sigh escaped her lips before she smiled down at her paper that she just finished. She loved History of Magic but that essay Binns gave the class was a bit much. At least she gave it a head start unlike most people in her class might have done. She looked up from her paper to see that someone was sitting across from her. Blush slowly appeared on her cheeks. “How long have you been sitting there? I was so into my essay I barely realized you were there…Sorry about that.”
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ first off, HOW?? like, why are so many high quality blogs following my trash? my writing is shit compared to all of y'all. stop playing with me.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ secondly, WHY?? am i ❝ interesting ❞ to you ?? are my muses ❝ cool ❞ ?? is my writing ❝ decent to look at ❞ ?? is my trash ❝ appealing ❞ to your eyes ?? well guess what. I KNOW Y'ALL LYING. because i don’t like my own shit so how in the hell ,,,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ BUT, because these wonderful people found me alright enough to follow back, potentially plot with me, and responds to my crappy starters, i need to show appreciation to those folks.
★. ◜*.:｡ ━「 THE SQUAAAAD ⁞ the ones i care for a LOT 」❜
@gcminiwrites ⁞ i love the fact that god brought us back together on this blog since we fell out for a long periodically time *coughs* text me back *coughs* you’re really special to me, one of my inspirations to make this indie blog so i thank you for that. also, reply back to sylvester. we’re not playing these waiting games. follow this weird yet incredibly cute and amazing human.
@ofcataclysmic ⁞ my PRECIOUS, CINNAMON APPLE !! she’s seriously my baby ; must be protected at all damn costs. i'll sell my blog to satan for her. she deserves everything pure in the world. if someone hurts her, imma have to cut a bitch, js. in all seriousness, she’s truly incredible and her solo indie is hella lit.
@pxstliives ⁞ JUST FUCK ME UP, WHY DON'TCHA?? our threads are killing me. every second i’m awake, i debate on whether or not i should hurt us even more with my replies. super cool and down to earth, will have you shooketh for years to come because she’s a LIFE RUINER. follow her tho.
⠀⠀★. ◜*.:｡ ━「 GIVE ME WRITING LESSONS ⁞ the ones i write with 」❜