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bug: what do you like most and least about writing your muse? 

answered !

lena: what’s your muse’s safe space?

kyle’s safe space was zach. he would gently bring her head down, press it against his chest, and envelope her- arms wrapped securely around her. they’d often fall asleep like that. and kyle has never felt safer. that was before they broke up, though. for a while, kyle desperately looked for a new safe space before realizing that she already has one- well, built one, actually. it’s a bit cluttered, with the abundance of utensils and bags of flour stacked rather haphazardly in a corner. a bit cluttered and a bit messy, but it’s hers. sure, zach felt safe. but this- being in her kitchen- it certainly felt like coming home. 

madi: what does your muse wear to bed?

people often mistake kyle for a satin or silk person, but they’re wrong. kyle would choose cotton over silk anytime and is often seen wearing midi frocks with large, billowy sleeves to bed. dresses and wide sleeves are the best when sleeping as it allows her to move her arms (and legs) with zero restrictions, thus 100% comfort. 

raven: what’s your muse go-to coffee shop drink?

jayward: would you fuck someone who’s exactly the same as you?

"i- uh, I don't think that matters? so, yes i would. sleep with them,” kyle’s cheeks are burning now. she’s not very used to talking about her bedroom affairs in public. “i think, as long as we like each other and it's consensual, i don't think it matters?” she chuckles nervously, pressing her palm to her cheeks “i-i don’t think i can handle any more questions like this”

tasterico: two bennington residents you’d love to have a threesome with?

raven: what’s your muse go-to coffee shop drink?

fraster: would you be interested in something niche just because someone you like loves it?

"i think so? i mean, i should at least try it before deciding if it's right for me or not. but, uh- if it's not for me, i wouldn't force myself into liking it."

taster: do you believe that someone out there is made for you?

harley: what’s your muse’s love language?

answered !

jay: if your muse could only listen to three musicians for the rest of their life, who would they be and why?

johnny tillotson - besides singing the best love songs ever?? johnny tillotson was her năinai's favorite american singer. her best memories with her năinai would always always involve tillotson. (on her first piano recital, kyle played Send Me The Pillow You Dream On for her grandma)

paul anka - she never did discover paul anka until her first year of college, when zach took her to this quaint little shop selling vintage records and she’s been hooked ever since. honestly, paul anka’s songs are her lullabies. she absolutely cannot have a good night’s rest unless paul anka’s low, crooning voice is heard in the background. 

taylor swift - i know. i am as shocked as you. kyle is very fond of vintage music and most of her favorite artists- well, they’re either really old or really dead, so it’s definitely surprising for kyle to show an iota of interest for pop music. but, she took an interest. she loves taylor swift and the entirety of her discography. and well, her songs are also very relatable. (and she may or may not have dragged zach to a taylor swift concert once.)

cleo: what would your muse’s amortentia (love potion) smell like?

harley: what’s your muse’s love language?

giving gifts, definitely! perhaps, she was simply influenced by her bà and mā as it was how they showed their affections to each other, but she's not holding it against them. she would no doubt have food delivered to your apartment, stay up all night to paint a 24x24 canvas to celebrate your first month together, buy nauseatingly expensive gifts for your one year anniversary. it may be a bit much for others, and they would often complain that kyle's tendency to give at every turn is burdensome. 

cleo: what would your muse’s amortentia (love potion) smell like?

answered!

ap1: what’s your character’s dream vacation?

tasterico: two bennington residents you’d love to have a threesome with?

“uhm- i’m not too sure about this question. m-maybe robin a-and ed, but i’m never that lucky. i’m sorry, i’m so uncomfortable right now. ᶜᵃⁿ ᶦ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᶦᵒⁿ ⁿᵒʷ, ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉˀ”

alleo: would you ever date someone from your childhood?

summer: what’s an unfulfilled dream that your muse has? 

wouldn’t call it an unfulfilled dream, but she always wondered how things would have been if she took on the family business, instead of running off to new york

bug: what do you like most and least about writing your muse?

i like how vastly different kyle’s character is from me and how, in every interaction, i would have to like really just take a step back and ponder on how she would react so far, she’s only been crying and smiling asdhjsahd. but, that’s also like the reason why i’m having trouble writing her because we react so differently in certain situations. 

cleo: what would your muse’s amortentia (love potion) smell like?

kyle thinks that doors are highly underrated. after all, it does its job of keeping people out and shutting oneself in very well. her newfound appreciation for doors, however, does not excuse the fact that she's been staring at aster's door for almost 10 minutes, unmoving, like a creep. aster's neighbour definitely thinks she's got a few screws loose, throwing a suspicious glance at her as he passes by,  carrying 2 small garbage-filled bags. kyle throws a hesitant smile at him, before glancing back at the door, sighing. 

hopefully, the stars are on her side tonight and aster's not too upset with her- and that the two tubs of (potentially melted) ice cream she had at her disposal were enough as recompense for ignoring her at the party- too busy throwing gooey heart eyes at ed and robin. she feels the familiar prickling of tears behind her lids as anxiety courses through her. no, you are not crying right now. she takes a deep breath, and with sweaty palms and frayed nerves, knocks on the door. 

the debut feature film starring @kylesjiang !!

unlike the 90 percent of smokers who try their first cigarette by the age of eighteen (and yes, he googled this, because he wants another reason to remind everyone that he’s simply built different), robin only started smoking in college. it was less a real itch for nicotine than it was a social thing he did with all the other film bros, who seemed to live a life surrounded by smoke, and to this day, he’s maintained a healthy-ish relationship with cigarettes that mostly sees him doing it around friends without any actual addiction behind it (or so he swears, as long as you never ask him to quit). today, however, he’s standing on a street corner and blowing smoke rings all on his own - his way of destressing after a particularly irksome phonecall with his parents regarding the money he needs from them to pay this month’s rent. he doesn’t want to think about it and sure as hell doesn’t want to talk about it, so he’s opted for cooling down in the form of a cigarette break, until he spots kyle down the road at the brew. 

it looks like she’s putting a key into the coffee shop’s lock, which robin deduces to mean that she’s locking up for the night. his time to shine. he finishes off his eco-friendly cigarette and digs around in his pocket for a mint, popping and swallowing the watermelon-mint one he snagged from trader joe’s before going over to greet kyle. “hey ky, finishing up for the day?” he asks, though it’s obvious that’s exactly what she’s doing. “what’s next on the evening agenda? knowing you, you’re juggling between arson and armed robbery, both of which i guess i’m gonna have to talk you out of.” it’s all teasing - he can’t imagine kyle raising her voice at someone, let alone committing a real crime.

it doesn't take much to make kyle swoon. a good night text, the feeling of warm hands intertwined with hers, and soft languid kisses were enough to leave her dazed and starry-eyed, unable to think of anything else. her brother, upon catching her in such a state, would flick her forehead, teasing her for being such a hopeless romantic. so, it's unsurprising that when she whips around to see robin strutting towards her, a lopsided smile in place, her breath catches in her throat. she'd claim it's a natural reaction. because this robin is calling her ky, teasing her, and looking her way, causing the butterflies within her to flitter with frenzy. it really doesn't take much to make her swoon. and apparently, it takes even less if you're robin penn 

kyle blinks, realizing that she's been silent for too long, simply staring wide-eyed at robin. "arson, huh? tonight does seems like the perfect weather for arson. you better have a very compelling argument to talk me out of it." she says, before laughing self-consciously, tugging at her hair, and silently praying for the ground to open and swallow her up, effectively avoiding any more self-incriminating actions.  

murphy beamed, glad kyle approved of the gift, “they’re a newer version than the ones they were sellin’ last winter, so i figured i should grab some before they sell out.” winter gear, unsurprisingly, was popular among hockey fans, “you should make ‘em part of the uniform around here.” he joked, touched that she appreciated the small gesture so much. 

he mocked offense at her comment about the beignet, bringing a hand to his chest, “wow, kyle! c’mon, i work out, like, a million times a week, i’ll have those calories off in no time!” plus, a little extra time in the gym was more than worth it for something so delicious. plus, it was ethical, right? robin was always talking about ‘shopping local’ and ‘supporting local business’ and all that- see? he listened! he slipped some extra cash into the tip jar anyway, waiting to be handed the sugary treat, “sometimes you just need a sugar rush, ya know?” not that murphy very often lacked energy, “how’s business? can i stick around for awhile or are ya busy?” 

kyle laughed at murphy’s dramatics, “listen, my head is on the line here. andrew will not hesitate to cut me if you’re not in top shape come game season just because you keep on choosing pastries with shockingly high calories.” 

she took the coffee handed by her employee and placed it on the tray alongside the powdered confection. “also, business is doing well. you  missed the morning rush, hence, place is pretty empty.” kyle gestured towards the unoccupied tables, before smiling apologetically “which, now that i think about it, is not a good enough excuse for making you stand and wait here. gosh, go ahead and take a seat. i’ll be right behind you with your food.” kyle opened her mouth to speak, only to close it right back, chewing on her bottom lip in uncertainty. she wanted to suggest eating together, (i mean, when was the last time she ate with a friend?) but maybe she’s imposing too much of herself in his space. 

gingers: your muse gets drunk and mine has to drag them out of the bar

asian brew: your muse spills their drink all over my muse

mon’s deli: your muse sees mine eating a sandwich and crying

stop & buy: our muses get into a fight at the bodega

white noise records: your muse gives mine music recommendations

apolline theater: our muses sneak in backstage for a sold-out show

kyle. 

murphy grinned, “well, as i see it, i have to spoil my biggest fan- let’s say second biggest, ed will kill me if i give away his title! and i would be honored to have a rink named after me, i’ll come and cut the ribbon at the grand opening and everything.” then, he pointed at a pastry nearly bathed in powdered sugar, “it’s gotta be that one. it’s callin’ my name, i swear.” he moved down to the other end, tugging the rangers beanie he had nabbed from his duffle and presenting it to kyle, “i know it’s not cold enough out yet, but soon it will be.” 

kyle gasped, reaching over the counter for the beanie, “no, no, i would wear this even if it’s sweltering outside, murphy. this is precious,” she clutched the beanie to her chest, feeling her eyes tear up, breathing out a small “thank you.” 

she doesn’t understand why she’s tearing up, she’s received things before- things that are rarer and much more expensive than a beanie. but, murphy barely knows her. and the only thing he knows about her brother is that andrew’s the biggest fanboy to ever exist on this planet. so, for murphy to be cool with all of this and to consistently give andrew their merch, that’s something to cry over for sure.

plus, it's been a rough week. and murphy is just so kind to her, it's nice.