▌▏𝘕𝘈𝘛𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘌 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑲𝑬

"I said I'd help you launder your money, that's about it. Its financing my movie partially, but I don't need to hear about your family's plans for it. And you're not taking control of the film, it's my project." Jake declared, crossing his arms as he spoke to her. The two were in his trailer, the pair having been arguing for the last few hours.

“Partially is an understatement.” Nat scoffed, running her hands through her hair as she tried to calm herself enough that the rest of the crew wouldn’t hear her all the way from his trailer. 

“Look you don’t have to lose me. I mean Tara is the kids mother but we haven’t seen eye to eye in a long time. I don’t want you to feel used or replaceable.”  Amy said before downing one of the shots that were in front of her. Tonight she’d need the liquid courage. She wanted to get through the night without making everything ten times worse. 

Nat shook her head, swirling the contents of the shot in its glass. 

“This was my fault, I started all this.” She gestured between them vaguely, “I fucking knew you were off the market.” But of course, she hadn’t been able to help herself. She followed suit and downed her shot. 

“I shouldn’t have tried to fuck with that.” She shrugged, ordering them another round. 

It was true, she knew she shouldn’t have tried to get in between the pair, but she knew she’d do it again in a heartbeat. She couldn’t seem to help herself when it came to Amy. 

“It won’t happen again, I swear.” Her eyes finally met Tara’s, hoping she could convey just how sorry she was.

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive? ✿ : Has your muse ever had sex before? ☜ : Does your muse like to top? ☞ : Does your muse like to bottom? ∀ : Your muse’s favorite position? ☺ : How often does your muse masturbate? ☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually? ✌ : Is your muse good with their hands? ♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing? Á : Is your muse loud in bed? ⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks? ☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some? ♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?

Below is a collection of lyric starters taken from Taylor Swift’s eighth album ‘folklore’.

The album holds references to: sex, alcohol, blood, depression, warfare, toxic relationships, medical failure, death as well as lines that could be taken as suicidal thoughts and parental abuse — so please be mindful if you are sensitive to these subjects. All lyrics are posted as written on the album, but feel free to change pronouns or words to fit your purposes.

i’m doing good, i’m on some new shit.

i thought I saw you at the bus stop

the greatest films of all time were never made

if you wanted me, you really should’ve showed

we were something, don’t you think so?

if my wishes came true, it would’ve been you

in my defense, i have none for never leaving well enough alone

it would’ve been fun if you would’ve been the one

you know the greatest loves of all time are over now 

if one thing had been different would everything be different today? 

when you are young, they assume you know nothing 

i felt like I was an old cardigan 

a friend to all is a friend to none 

to kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed 

you drew stars around my scars but now I’m bleedin' 

i knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs 

cause i knew everything when I was young

i knew i’d curse you for the longest time 

i knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired and you’d be standin’ in my front porch light 

i knew you’d come back to me 

the wedding was charming, if a little gauche

there goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen 

who knows, if she never showed up, what could’ve been 

she had a marvelous time ruining everything 

there goes the most shameless woman this town has ever seen 

i had a marvelous time ruining everything 

i can see you standing, honey, with his arms around your body 

it took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it

you were my town, now I’m in exile 

i can see you starin’, honey, like he’s just your understudy 

I’m not your problem anymore, so who am i offending now? 

there is no amount of crying i can do for you 

you didn’t even hear me out

you didn’t even see the signs 

cause you never gave a warning sign 

i gave so many signs

if I’m on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too 

even on my worst day, did i deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me? 

cause i loved you, i swear i loved you til my dying day 

i didn’t have it in myself to go with grace 

if I’m dead to you, why are you at the wake? 

you wear the same jewels that i gave you as you bury me 

you know i didn’t want to have to haunt you 

when i’d fight, you used to tell me i was brave 

and i can go anywhere i want just not home 

you can aim for my heart, go for blood but you would still miss me in your bones 

you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same 

i’ll show you every version of yourself tonight 

i want you to know i’m a mirrorball, i can change everything about me to fit in 

i’m still a believer, but i don’t know why 

are there still beautiful things? 

and though i can’t recall your face i still got love for you 

love you to the moon and to saturn 

i think your house is haunted. your dad is always mad and that must be why 

i think you should come live with me 

never have i ever before

will you call when you’re back at school?

i remember thinkin’ i had you 

for me, it was enough to live for the hope of it all 

so much for summer love

you weren’t mine to lose

i can see us twisted in bed sheets 

i’ve been having a hard time adjusting 

i didn't know if you’d care if i came back 

i just wanted you to know that this is me trying 

pulled the car off the road to the lookout, could’ve followed my fears all the way down 

they told me all of my cages were mental, so i got wasted like all my potential 

my words shoot to kill when i’m mad, i have a lot of regrets about that 

it’s hard to be at a party when i feel like an open wound 

that’s the thing about illicit affairs and clandestine meetings and longing stares, it’s born from just one single glance but it dies a million little times

you showed me colors you know i can’t see with anyone else 

don’t call me “kid,”

don’t call me “baby”

you taught me a secret language i can’t speak with anyone else 

you know damn well, for you, i would ruin myself a million little times 

were there clues i didn’t see? 

isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me?

time cutting me open, then healing me fine 

what did you think i’d say to that? 

fuck you forever

every time you call me crazy, i get more crazy 

when you say i seem angry, i get more angry 

it’s obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together 

i’m taking my time cause you took everything from me 

sir, i think he’s bleeding out

you dream of some epiphany, just one single glimpse of relief to make some sense of what you’ve seen 

doc, i think she’s crashing out

some things you just can’t speak about 

i won’t make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom but i think it’s ‘cause of me 

the worst thing that i ever did was what i did to you 

would you trust me if i told you it was just a summer thing? 

i don’t know anything but i know i miss you 

if i just showed up at your party, would you have me? 

our coming-of-age has come and gone 

i never had the courage of my convictions 

i could never give you peace 

i’m a fire and i'll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade, ocean wave blues come 

all these people think love’s for show but i would die for you in secret 

would it be enough if i could never give you peace? 

your integrity makes me seem small 

i’d give you my sunshine, give you my best but the rain is always gonna come if you’re standin’ with me 

you know i left a part of me back in new york 

you knew the hero died so what’s the movie for? 

darling, this was just as hard as when they pulled me apart 

This 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥. When the fuck did she get feelings and why did they have to be for someone she could never have. She should have kept to herself.

“I just wish some things could have been different.” Nothing she said could change her mind, she knew that, but she didn’t want there to be any doubt in Amy’s mind that this was more to her than some mistake.

Send me a number and muses and I’ll write a starter based off the image! No peeking!

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It’s a rainy evening, and the inspiration to make autumn prompts struck me. This is fitting for multi muse blogs as well as muses who are either siblings, friends or romantic partners. Enjoy, and you’re more than welcome to send me some and to reblog it for your own use! 🧡

fluff for muses in a relationship

“It’s so cold, and you’re so warm. Stay in bed…”

“Good morning, my love. Would you like me to bring you some hot apple cider?”

“Mm, where’d my furnace go…?”

“Let’s snuggle the day away.”

“Should I prepare a hot bath?”

“You feel like you have a fever. Rest in bed. I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”

“The leaves changing colors are beautiful … but not as beautiful as you…”

for muses who are friends / siblings

“Grab your coat. Let’s get some coffee. On me.”

“Feel like going for a walk?”

“I love fall. Everything is so crisp, and the temperature is perfect.”

“Pumpkin is probably my favorite thing about fall.”

“It’s a perfect night for a bonfire and s’mores. Would you like to join me?”

fluff actions - send the emoji in for a starter

🍁 our muses go for a walk on a cool, crisp morning / evening (specify which time / send leaves if you can’t see the emoji)

☕️ our muses in a relationship share a cup of coffee / tea / cocoa / cider in their home or our muses who are siblings / friends visit a cafe to warm up (send coffee if you can see the emoji)

🍳 your muse brings my muse breakfast in bed (send eggs if you can’t see the emoji / add reverse + eggs for my muse to bring yours breakfast in bed)

🍜 your muse takes care of my muse while they’re sick with the flu / pneumonia (specify which illness / send soup if you can’t see the emoji / add reverse + soup for my muse to take care of yours)

🔥 our muses snuggle up under a nest of blankets in front of the fireplace together as the snow falls unseasonably early (send fire if you can’t see the emoji)

✨ our muses stargaze from the warmth of their tent while cuddled up together in a sleeping bag made for two (send stars if you can’t see the emoji)

nsfw / steamy actions for muses who are romantic partners - send the emoji in for a starter

🕯 your muse sets up a candlelit dinner for mine to come home to and has decided to dress slightly provocatively (send candle if you can’t see the emoji / add reverse + candle for my muse to have dinner set up for yours)

🌹 your muse has scattered rose petals throughout the bedroom and suggests warming up in a different way (send rose if you can’t see the emoji / add reverse + rose for my muse to do this for yours)

🏔 your muse surprises my muse with a romantic weekend to the mountains (send mountains if you can’t see the emoji / add reverse for my muse to surprise yours)

🍻 our muses enjoy a bit too much spiked apple cider during a party and find themselves in the guest bedroom (send cheers if you can’t see the emoji)

🎃 our muses go to a pumpkin patch where things get intimate (send pumpkin if you can’t see the emoji)

“Just read this fucker and take it to court.”

“Tone down your depositions, A-hole.” 

“He may be a buffoon and a fool, but by God he was innocent.”

*grumble grumble* “Sexist bastards.” 

“I don’t want to come into work without teeth!”

“That asshole better stop fucking with my client or else I’m gonna…”

“There are only two pears left. I’m naming them Adam and Eve.”

“Organic seaweed? What the hell is organic seaweed?”

“You asking me fishing?… fuck YES I’m there!”

“When the weather gets hot, I just step out on my back porch and pour water over my head for an hour or two. Works every time.”

“He is an artist. Use of Comic Sans in legal documents is his creative outlet.”

“Throw some Wingdings on that shit.”

“What does a person have to do to get a fucking cob salad around here?” 

“I’m trying to decide if I should go insane and body-pump or go home and sleep.”

“You can’t just ring a bell, un-ring it, and then ring it again.”

“We lost. We lost big time. But it’s okay. I’m good. It’s cool. I’ve got whiskey. I’m good.”

*applying lipstick to go to the gym* “What kind of a crazy woman wears lipstick to the gym??”

“Are you going to shut up and FISH today?” 

“Do you know of any pet friendly cafes? I’m meeting an attorney tomorrow and he’ll have his non-service hunting dog along. Don’t ask why.”

“Publicly, I agree. Personally, I think it’s chickenshit.”

“Keto diet? Is that like for chemo? Ohmygod do you have cancer?!??”

“I don’t have a circle on mine. Where’s my circle?”

“Don’t judge my printouts. Paper is a renewable resource.”

“The stapler has been compromised.” 

“You know that one case? The one with the person from the company whose doing some crazy stuff?”

“I wasn’t fishing. I was lawyer-ing. Much less exciting.”

“For a priest, he’s kind of an asshole.”

“Brownies and bourbon? Sounds like my kinda party!”