# livebedroom : aka , dependent multimuse for fleelangston , featuring the roster below as present muses — presented and narrated to you by sidney jean. twenty-eight. them. muse sideblog.
sheepfilms
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roma★

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Misplaced Lens Cap
YOU ARE THE REASON
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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KIROKAZE
Cosimo Galluzzi
Acquired Stardust

Love Begins

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Game of Thrones Daily

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hello vonnie
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# livebedroom : aka , dependent multimuse for fleelangston , featuring the roster below as present muses — presented and narrated to you by sidney jean. twenty-eight. them. muse sideblog.

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name — edwina bell hunt carmichael
gender & pronouns — cis woman, she/her pronouns
age — fifty3.
department — humanities department at saint cuthbert university.
classes taught — femina monstra; the gothic heroine; sexuality, consent and repression in the gothic novel.
temperament — demonstrative, cordial, encouraging.
teacher quirks — knocking thrice on every door to announce her presence, high-flown aged manner of speech; if a victorian woman was forced to know gen z verbiage, lies about deadlines to resend drafts with better revisions, concise and short emails that may lead one to believe she’s miffed (en contraire, mon frere!)
special interests — “secretly” hitting her e-pipe during office hours (cherry menthol flavor) , good tailoring , paragraphs for captions on instagram, monsterfucker romance novels; analyzed also during office hours.
fierce aversions — superstitions, first drafts, substack & tiktok brained advertising.
fun facts ! — pouches budding literary minds for her publication, notte press; sometimes seen with her son – uriah carmichael hunt, teacher assistant at st. cuthbert's faculty of law – having lunch at the cloisters in saint cuthbert. "don’t mind his scowling," edwina would tell you if greeted.
rate a professor rating — 8/10. favors women aligned students. feedback that either eats your pussy from the back or makes you want to end your shit on the spot.
lilac, lily, anemone in poses soft, frail and blue, the violets too, and roses...ㅤ– ㅤenter mourad.
closed starter for: percy laska – @mildeweds
location: on the bus on the way to campus.
notes: ava has 'em!
“it’s not that curved, you know.” a morose sigh, needling through the silence that she would’ve welcomed otherwise, if it weren’t too ill omened and isolating. distance still maintained when it never was – her head perched on percy’s shoulder, cheek rubbing into the freckled skin of her shoulder. the hum of the engine below lulling her back to catch the few more minutes of slumber evading her that morning. ava had almost missed it if she wasn’t all too discomposed, aiming dulled daggers at percy. “subin’s cock – it’s tilted upwards more than leaning. do your poetry professors take points off for over exaggerating? i would. everything else, though – great work. i’ll leave you some notes with details for next time if you want.”
LOCATION: the viridian WITH: ava shivers @livebedroom
there were plenty of times where bash should simply shut the fuck up. for a guy who typically gave so few syllables, when he did choose to speak more than a couple of words he made a point to make the other half of the conversation regret it. more times than not, it worked. and maybe the harshness should be saved for those who truly deserved it. but ava being percy's right hand made it painfully tempting to get on her bad side. hell, if she hated him perhaps the other could convince percy to give up on him. bash could only push away for so long, after all. he treated those who were inheritedly good like poison and yet would drink of toxicity as if it was water. 〝 i'm just saying, if we need to go old school and put a sock on the door. i'd prefer that than walking on shit i don't wanna see. 〞it was a fair observation – they both had particular times of leaving the suite. and let alone returning. perhaps percy was right on the pair having more than one thing in common. 〝 or hearing. 〞 he remarked, taking a sip of the freshly brewed coffee warming up his hands. 〝 don't you think communication is better than russian roulette of walkin' in on nightmare fuel? 〞
her cruel namesake had never rung true quite like right now – poor little ava ophelia, trapped in the moss green walls of a faded suite, a latent desire to take to water and do away with a lifetime’s worth of suffering ever so thrumming. she’d argue she’s already submerged, bash’s voice a low, warbled sound she couldn’t for the life of her pay attention to – his puzzling plea for boundaries that she’d be baffled by if she wasn’t faced with a current threat in her sweat slick palms. an impending rift of her own doing. a poem of callous and cold palms parting paths to unveil a star shaped freckle. far too descriptive, intimate and anatomically correct. the shame it would've enticed would've been tantalizing if it wasn't for the source and what that revealed – percy knows, worse that percy doesn’t understand. how could that have happened? she couldn't blame them either way, especially when she manages to catch bash’s question. sheer irony and guilt-driven defensiveness reels her back and out of the mucky waters of her mind and with that, her head lifts with a bored stare. pauses to ponder before a final, “no,” withholding, and sparing nothing else.

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laid out on top of an old blanket usually kept shoved in a basket beneath one of the hedges, subin was catching the last dredges of sun, eyes blinking open only as ava drew near. despite the show of nonchalance made at either end, both of them knew that they’d always come back to this point – the ocean’s tide always called to the moon’s pull, something beyond conscious choice. he had told magdalena that the break this time was because of palladian and the newness that it offered, so they weren’t held back by anything or anyone, to expand horizons. another line of bullshit, although it partially rang true for subin in some sense. that first night, though, it was him and ava — nothing new but a desperate want that always lurked. the corner of his lips quirk, and he pushes up onto his forearms. “then you should’ve told me to wait,” he challenges, a line that was always straddled but never crossed. subin was careful with ava until he was not and allowed himself more than he secretly thought he deserved. they often found each other in the dark, but sometimes, like this time, he wanted the light, even as it waned. it allowed him to see her fully. he wondered if she thought the same, although the thought of her truly seeing him was less tempting. he sat up straighter to allow a hand to wrap around her bare leg, thumb pressing ever-so-lightly into the bitten-plum-colored splotch that remained present on her inner thigh from before. ava was more cautious than this, neck covered with foundation, meeting up only hidden away from view. he took pleasure in seeing the bruise as if it was a somewhat open declaration of what they had, a wish smothered as soon as it came, knowing that the secret was kept more so for her sake. as hypocritical as subin was, he didn’t want to see ava hurt. as if in apology – for everything, he leaned in to press a kiss onto the spot, spare hand reaching to find hers to pull her to him. “tell me more about this show. if you’d like, i can take you back.”
her breath hitches when his lips close in, tender as a bruise to her bruise, just a touch above her knee-high sock on her right leg. somatic deja vu; wishes he’d draw at the blood beneath and darker again but he only manages a corner of her lips in a bitten, coy smirk. “would you now?” – take her back, subin? ava hums and teases as she allowed herself to fall onto the careworn blanket, knees first. softer than she’d like to sound, an implication unsaid. not at all interested in returning but felt playful and momentarily curious, sitting up to toy at collar of his shirt. “more kids from school showed up. might still be back there.” someone might see. percy would know. she might even show up: tinny thoughts she speaks rare of but he’d know anyway. what she liked and flinched from most about him. her mind reader – always privy to the unspoken. priest-like to the silent confessional she holds within. ava sighs, not waiting for him to answer, maybe to spare herself even the tiniest twinge of disappointment. “it was a projection show. a one-woman act. she was imprisoned, singing away her sentence in french. it was fine.” she remembers the projected bars onto the performer’s face, all in harsh black and white the whole stage transformed, the woman’s voice cracking here and there and little laughter sounding from the crowd. she felt embarrassed for her then, leaning back into her chair, swallowing grimaces and turning away to distract herself with the monty’s neck, thick and indelicate. they couldn’t even spare her make-believe sympathy. ava chooses to now, at least, as she leans over halfway and pulling subin in to brush a kiss on his lips, all as slow as a dream. “we’re better where we are now.”
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𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇, 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑝 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑀𝑎𝑢𝑑𝑒’𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑝, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦. 𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛, 𝑉𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒’𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑑𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒. “ 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑡. ” 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑖𝑓 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑, 𝑉𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒, ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒.
Turning from the piece, Corvina gaze fell on a familiar person not too far away. Not seeing anybody too close to her, Vina made her way over, stopping along the way to grab a dress that had caught her eye. “ Bambi? ” she asked, sporting a wicked grin, though there wasn’t a single doubt in her mind - their last encounter so effortlessly plastered in her memory , “ Not the Bambi. O.M.G, can I get a selfie? ”
bambi wishes she could say shopping came as a comfort to her. really, it was a competitive sport – well, not always but trust: she takes it entirely too seriously, that one. zipping and zapping about aisles and although calm to discerning eyes, she’s a maniac (maniac!) at heart and mind. too analytic, an absolutist; either entirely too thrilled for a find with a cheeks-splitting grin or shudderingly disgusted by the shoddy work of it all. its why she finds comfort in thrift stores like these and really, her father’s closet. maybe her favorite place to score her next cherished item to wear. the little expectations but always smelled like her home or belonged to someone’s home once, ugly or not. lived-in fabric that breathed. would smile at the thought of it alone if she wasn’t faced with a skirt that may haunt her dreams tonight but she in a sweet enough mood to gently tuck it back in for someone else who would appreciate it. her own name pulls her out of her judging trance, brows quirk at corvina? “oh, my god, shut up.” bambi mutters with a laugh and shoves her playfully, embarrassed enough to flush although she grins at the attention and encounter. “if anything, it should be me who’s completely gagged by your queenly presence. was startin' to think you’re full-on avoiding me all this time.” half-teases, half-interrogates. “is this where you’ve been all this time? hot. miss solis shops ethically.”
[ INT. ] the forum. communal fashion studio. bambi.
Tabi pinched the tips of multiple pins between her lips, lone brow quirked as she fiddled with a scrap of fabric. She'd been tweaking an extravagantly fanned cape for well over a week, moon-soaked, dusky shades of blue that glimmered with pale green flecks, trying to capture an exotic set of moth wings. Her collection was inspired by antique shops, everything you'd find inside them, from the insects huddled in the darkest corners to gaudy ruched lamps with dangly chandelier beading. She was so engrossed in her work, in fact, that a sharp sigh saw her plucking a pin from a crease, shaking it loose, and moving back to pop it between her lips along with the others; except it was the wrong way, and instead of the universe cutting her some slack, it pricked her bottom lip like Sleeping Beauty's outstretched finger. "Shit!" A muted clatter of pins. It was like somebody had knocked over a row of instruments in an orchestra of small mice. "Ow. Oh, that's... not fun, I'm--," came out garbled, bottom jaw thrust slightly forwards as if by doing so she could avoid contaminating the puncture by speaking. A tiny red poppy bloomed from a bed of pink, swelled then trickled in escape. A quick smear to right things swiftly made it worse: afterwards, there was a red smudge across Tabi's chin. "Oh, god, I look, um -- I look like a cannibal, does --," she caught Bambi's attention, bushbaby eyes full and pleading, "do you have, like, a tissue or, like, an old receipt, or something?" @livebedroom
if there’s one person bambi was willing to share a space with – let alone a studio where she’s meant to wring out every bit of ingenuity out of herself and fling it all out onto surround pin-pricked mannequins and tacked white sheets, it was tabi swallows. quiet as a kept mouse, entirely too sweet-faced with those waa waa eyes (affectionate) and stays out of her way at all times? matter of fact, adored so chest-achingly much that bambi wouldn’t even mind her intruding when they’d come to think of it? what’s not to be fond of. especially when both of them all but larped as each other’s assistants when the other needed on occasion and bambi could borderline hear the ideas stewing about in her little head, imagines steam cartoonishly emitting from her head and she’d just caught a whiff of her thoughts — deep inhale, old; another inhale; dust, carpentry that magically stood the test of time and secondhand, time-toughened carpets that could be washed a hundredth time in those instagram reels – it almost turns her away from her own frankenstein; jeremy hindle and his set production work on severance; golf course greens, shades of whites and blues and random pictures of goats she'd taken in a cotswolds farm are taped before her. even a photo of her bias, harmony cobel. no, she’s not pulled away from it all yet but she does attempt to chuck a complaint over her shoulder at tabi until little chaos turns her all the way around, eyes already pulled downwards to the pins fallen over and, ‘fuck,’ she curses, too, and then really curses when her gaze is pulled towards tabi’s, split lip first. “fuckin’ hell, tabs.” she instantly softens, though not without reproach, as she nears her in two quick steps. already cradling her face in just-then stress lotioned hands. “oh, sweet baby. didn’t I tell ya’ to stop puttin’ them fuckin’ pins in your mouth? look at the state of you. a full-on yellowjacket, alright. jesus.” bambi coos, only fussing and a touch upset, bambi brushes a thumb across tabi’s cheek before stepping aside and guiding her towards a stool chair facing a giant sketch board not of current use. “c’mere – sit down there before you do worse. fuckin’ – flailing little doe.” scans the table near for whatever could resemble a tissue but only comes away with a clean sheet of paper she frowns at but still dabs softly over her lip. “you’d never last the winter. shauna’s having an absolute field day with ya’. pit girl if she can help it, she's makin' shish kebabs out of ya'.” concerned, then. her frown deepened. “does it hurt?”
“Right. What was I thinking? Wouldn’t wanna make life too easy for anyone, would I?” Time spent with Bambi was time spent in the back rooms - in the best way possible. Not nearly as haunting but just as disorienting. Robin never particularly struggled when it came to keeping up with conversation, was socially aware enough she could predict and manipulate them in a more beneficial direction. With Bambi, it always felt like she was the one who had the reins, and Robin was never sure if she was about to knee-jerk tug them left or have them smoothly coasting right. It was a bit too thrilling, and Robin didn’t want to admit that either. “My tour was a fucking bore.” She chuckled under her breath - dropping her tone noticeably as Bambi encroached on her personal space. Robin’s legs were already spread about as wide open as they could be, but she felt her knee shift imperceptibly to allow Bambi in as close as she wanted. “And it was a mishmash of both losers of our past and present.” Chewing on the straw of her drink, Robin ducked in without warning, leaning an elbow on one of her knees. If she angled her head any more to the right, their foreheads would be pressed together. “One of the group leaders asked for my number, almost gave it to him. Just for bullying purposes later on - he looked like he would blow away with a strong gust and I was… so confused. Betrayed, really. This waifish twink asking for my number? With flirtatious intent? It goes against everything I believe in.” A weight now lifted off her chest, Robin leaned back with a dramatised huff, nodding at the bartender for him to bring them more tequila shots. “What about you, then? I’m sure you just about charmed everyone in your group.”
“exactly. a woman right after me own heart.” bambi lifts her drink as a cheeky cheers with a wink, cheeks dimpling at robin, who may or may not actually do her heart in under these bar lights; yellow as a gentle sunrise, freeze dried yolk, ripened canistels, smashed florets, the mask's suit yellow - for the unpretentious and cultured - close to unbearable yet not quite. a challenging color, some would say, if not balanced by the pungent blue's of the stage and the red above all else, but bambi would counter that notion in their willingness to take it on its lonesome – always up for a challenge. bambi files away the way it pulls shadows over robin’s profile for later muse and pouts sympathetically, crossing her legs in between robin’s, her knee touching the seam of her pants just so in a way not unfamiliar to them both. she almost scoffs to herself, a light smirk bitten into his straw thinking she's just the hottest shit, born top-by-default until robin mirrors her, barging so casually into her own personal space and bambi stills briefly, reminded of her switch status between them two most instantly. fortunately unrelenting, she flicks her hair back and sits up not to pull away but rather pull focus to the few buttons in her dress shirt she'd flung open on her way over, sui and westwood peek out to say hello with a soft jiggle. “blergh, the actual cheek of twinks these days. like, as if you wouldn’t lash him on as a strap and give a real woman a proper go – or take him under your wing, i suppose. where’s baby blue off to, anyway?”
frown etched its mark on her face as she turned his words over and over around her head . already , she felt a dull headache coming on . the implication of his words pounding against her skull . against her brain as she tried to determine wether or not she needed to be jealous . as if that was even her choice to make seeing as they weren't together . holding onto his arm for support , she leaned down , reaching for the underwear on the floor and gently placed it in his lap . an offering , a thank you for the information . a cat dropping a dead rat in the lap of its master . a news outlet rewarding a whistleblower . " oh . " rare that words left her , but she didn't know what to say . he had told her this — that he wanted this place to be a fresh start . a part of her never believed him . expecting him to come running back , telling her that no one else compared . already , he moved on while she was stuck haunting a place that was once theirs . the desire to know more settled in the pit of her stomach , but desmond said he couldn't remember much , and she wouldn't push it . a small , shaky smile handed to him , and she rested her head on his shoulder . " well , " she started trying to form a sentence and not scare him away . " that's no good . the first day of class is like the most important one . that's when you need to make a good first impression . if you get behind , i'll tutor you . " they both knew it wasn't true . she'd never be able to tutor him , but the words were a promise to spend more time together . still , her voice was weak as she nuzzled closer to his neck while one hand moved to her free temple . like the pressure of her fingers could erase the made up images of desmond and subin's night and the drag queen he ran off with .
fuck. regret couldn’t come quicker at the sight of her frown, even her underwear feels like nothing precious between his open arms now – what’d he expect? for her to sigh, become burdenless and make like a blanket all over him to weather the fucked heating of this castle, the lit furnace demoted to a secondary source of heat? cock kicks sadly at the thought, so he’s somewhat fine. not too devastated but still, his heart breaks in tandem. always did; desmond couldn’t get over her not getting over it. always hurt for her to hurt, he just wishes she’d get over it already but then an old fear comes alive again – of losing her. to someone else that isn’t included. someone whose mind isn’t a video game that desmond is yet to clear but thinks he’s close to before a new level ambushes him and throws him all the way off in just how twisted it can truly be. “yeah, you’ll get me together, alright.” desmond forces a laugh, relieved she’s bearing it; for him, at least. hears a wobble in her voice and his throat clears itself; a lump forming but he’d tell you it isn’t. forever yearns still to make it all go away and closes his eye when she nestles into him. his cheek perches on her head. “we have fun, right?” he asks unprompted. checking in on their side of that equation. he leans away to take a good look at her, her freckles countable this close. “you and me?”

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three months and some change ago, percy remembers a ladybug landing on her arm, unusual for the midst of winter, its legs tickling her skin, settling in against the warmth as she counted the black spots against red. there were three spots, an unusually small amount, but she made a wish per the folklore she held so dear. it was three months to the date on the day of the tour when she felt someone’s sleeve brush against that same arm, hairs prickling in response. there, july stood, catching her eye, reminding her of the ladybug. she wonders what he’d think if she told him right there – that maybe he was her wish. of course, percy wouldn’t, although her hands always threatened to mar whatever clean slate she was presented with. “i remember, too. jules,” she says instead, settling into a smile, loosening her grip. “no, it was all very helpful. you explain things well. brought me here….” each word was carefully chosen as a response to his, trying not to be too much too soon. “i was writing. for class. it’s been hard to think with all the commotion. black mold and all. i was beginning to think spores were sprouting in the ridges.” she raps her knuckles against her head. “this place has helped.” another few steps down, closer to him, she turns so they’re side by side instead of face-to-face, and she glances upward at the large expanse of the space. “makes things feel big and small at the same time, if that makes sense. kind of like –,” percy reaches into her bag, pulling out a pamphlet that had been once crumpled, that she worked hard to smooth over. on its front was a palladian feature from last year, and she flips to the inside to the part where a photo of him is credited and holds it up to compare. “big and small.” the sheepish realization that this was maybe not something to share comes after. she pulls back. “um, i found this behind some seats. the colors caught my eye — looked dark. different from what i heard you all talking about below. there were lots of laughs. felt light. what is it this year? the play? if you don’t mind me asking. it’s okay if you do.”
helplessly, july turns sweet at her compliment, freckles speckle and flush into beached sand across his nose. he does explain things well, thank you very much - tips his bunny hat to ye here and ye there - shows things even better, too. he’d like to know what she’d think of his actual favorite spot at the cloister on the main building in st. cuthbert's. another comfort of a spot, under a tree that covers most of that area in his mind’s moony eye, leaves above in a constat stream of whispers he attempts to decipher with closed eyes and an open heart. one day, he thinks. one day soon, he wishes. “yes! moldgate. sorry that happened,” a quiet laugh that he regrets instantly by coughing and standing upright, voice embarrassingly deepened before settling back to its default timbre. “it, uh - must’ve been quite traumatic but i’m happy this place’d become a sanctuary for you.” he nods with his happiest smile. ”it’d be nice to have company that isn’t concerned with our typical going ons here.” his journal opens again in his head at the sight of her smile upclose, prunes scribbled down fiercely with not the fixed grimace figs had come with, accompanying vocabulary-wise. a dried fruit's wrinkles now dimples by the sweetness within - old and new, familiar and curiously not. a magnetic field unveils itself in the most instinctual of senses when she steps nearer, pushes an almost crazed grin into his lips when he feels that desire mirror her steps to bring them ever closer but he settles with her by his side. rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet playfully. it worsens, of course, when she hands over the pamphlet and he regards her with a quirked brow until his gaze befell the paper in hand, a hundred moons and a production away of the bacchae, all cast stood proud and some bloody with exhausted smiles. “oh, my god...” moved over the memory and how profound and kept in her hand it was, his heart swells. close to a relic when time lapses as fae courts do in his mind. not at all alarmed when he decides he now knows her heart, confirmed then when she speaks. “yeah, we did the bacchae last year. godawful production if you ask me, i’m surprised you found one of these at all. we like to burn each pamphlet we find in a bonfire after shows...” of course, he keeps his tucked away and out of reach where he can’t find it, he’d almost forgotten by now. july sighs with a fond smile. “we had so much fun.. thank you. that was a great memory.” her question perks him up and he’s out of his wistful trance; mischievous, himself again. turning over to face her, july hums inquisitively. “depends — are you good at keeping secrets, percy?”
IN CHARACTER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS .
send an emoji/series of emojis for my muse to answer any of the following questions in character! for some questions, there are fields italicized and bolded for you to fill in with the name of a person/place/event/etc in the muse's life. please remember to fill in these spaces in order for the question to make sense! each emoji is described in case you can't see them, and they are listed alphabetically. ♡
✈️ AIRPLANE — have you traveled anywhere that helped you discover something about yourself and/or about the world?
😠 ANGRY FACE — how easy or difficult is it for you to express your emotions? if you find it difficult, what do you think is holding you back?
🎨 ARTIST PALETTE — what are some hobbies that you like to partake in? do you think they're just to pass time or to distract yourself, or do you believe some of them potentially have therapeutic outcomes for you?
🎈 BALLOON — what is something you've created and/or accomplished recently that you're proud of?
🖤 BLACK HEART — what would you say is the darkest thought you've ever experienced? what do you think caused you to have that thought? have you ever planned on or fantasized about acting on it?
🏹 BOW AND ARROW — if there's something from your past that you'd give anything to go back in time and redo, what is it?
💔 BROKEN HEART — is there anyone in your life you wish you had a better relationship with? if so, how come? what makes this person important to you?
🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your favorite holiday and why?
🌙 CRESCENT MOON — what would you say is your current biggest dream and/or career aspiration and why?
❌ CROSS MARK — how would your life be different if [name of person] had never been in it? would it be better or worse?
⚔️ CROSSED SWORDS — do you have any skills that you are absolutely grateful you have and that mean a lot to you? how do you usually use these skills? would they come in handy if someone you cared about was in trouble?
🔮 CRYSTAL BALL — what is a core memory from your childhood that you think defines you today?
🗡️ DAGGER — what is something or someone you know you can't afford to lose? how far are you willing to go to make sure you don't lose it/them?
💧 DROPLET — are you grieving something or someone? do you feel like you lost something or a part of yourself with it/them?
😶🌫️ FACE IN CLOUDS — is there something you're hiding from the people you love? if so, how urgent is it for them to hear it? what's holding you back from sharing it?
🍂 FALLEN LEAVES — how would you metaphorically describe your life and the journey(s) you've been on?
👻 GHOST — is there someone or something that you feel is missing from your life? do you know if there's any way to find it/them?
🩶 GRAY HEART — what kind of friend do your friends consider you to be (mom friend, uncle friend, funny friend, etc) and why? what do you think this says about your personality?
🤝 HANDSHAKE — do family or platonic relationships mean more to you? or do they mean different things to you?
❤️🔥 HEART ON FIRE — what angers you the most? what triggers this anger, and how do you cope with it? what does this anger feel like, if you had to describe it?
💋 KISS MARK — if you had to share a romantic kiss with a loved one, where would you share that kiss and why? are you thinking about giving this romantic kiss somewhere other than the other person's lips?
✝️ LATIN CROSS — are you a religious person? did you grow up religious? does your faith mean anything to you today?
🩵 LIGHT BLUE HEART — what do you fantasize about the most often (generally/sexually/etc)? are there any people that are significant to or that you can see in this fantasy and why?
⚡️ LIGHTNING BOLT — how has [significant event in muse's life] impacted you? what has it made you realize about yourself? about others? about the world?
💄 LIPSTICK — have you had any romantic or sexual experiences that made you realize something about yourself?
🪄 MAGIC WAND — would you describe yourself as a superstitious person (someone who believes in superstitions)? do you believe in luck?
❤️🩹 MENDING HEART — how strongly do you experience your emotions? does it depend on who you're interacting with and/or the context of the situation?
🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what song lyrics do you think most accurately describe you? your journey through life? who you are as a person?
🫂 PEOPLE HUGGING — generally speaking, do you feel very supported by the people in your life? how strong and cohesive is your support system, if you have one? do you often feel like you're at the front of the line or pushed to the side by the people in your life?
❤️ RED HEART — what is/are your love language(s)? how do you use it/them to communicate your feelings about others?
💞 REVOLVING HEARTS — who and/or what are you most grateful for in your life?
🎀 RIBBON BOW — how confident are you with your physical appearance? is there anything about it that you are insecure about? is there anything about it that you are happy about or gives you confidence? how do you think people perceive you based on your physical appearance?
🧪 TEST TUBE — if you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what is one thing you absolutely have to resolve and/or do before then?
🤔 THINKING FACE — what three emotions tend to dominate your mindset? do you know why they do?
💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — is there something or someone you find yourself thinking about more often than other things? if so, why do you think you do this?
💀 SKULL — how has [name of person] 's death influenced your outlook on life, if anything?
☀️ SUN — would you describe yourself as more of an introvert or extrovert, or are you somewhere in between? how come?
🪽 WING — if you could choose to have one superpower for a day, what would it be and why? what would you do with it?
✍️ WRITING HAND — what is one thing you wish you were better at? this can be a tactical skill, social skill, hobby, etc.
DETAILS ABOUT OCS !
send an emoji/description of emoji to learn more about a writer's oc! many of these are taken from my munday asks meme, because i thought it would be fun to make a version for characters too! the prompts are categorized by emoji type and given descriptions in case anyone can't see the symbols. can be used for roleplayers and any general writers alike! for roleplayers, these can also be used for your interpretations of canon characters if you so desire as well!
𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒. 💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)? 🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars? ✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person? 🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies? 💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings? 🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos? 📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)? 🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)? 🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities? 🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type?
𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒. 🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often? 💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. 💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits? 🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming? 🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons? 🔶 LARGE ORANGE DIAMOND — does your oc know cpr? do they have any other medical expertise? 🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?
𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. 🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use? 🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday? 🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets? 🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends? 🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal? 🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature? 🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school? 🌴 PALM TREE — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening? 🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. ❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits? 🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits? 💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits? 💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? 🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends? 💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any? 💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside? 💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world? 💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background? 🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?
𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒. 🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs? 🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)? 🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? 🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)? 🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer? 🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast? 🥪 SANDWICH — what does your oc's typical lunch look like? do they usually eat lunch? 🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner? 🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink? ☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?
𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄. 😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life? 😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved? 🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? 🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional? 🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy? 🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions? 😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool? 😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge? 😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone? 🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does your oc get sick easily? 👨👩👧👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?
@ilyAAASS: stuck in a tree to keep an eye on some baddies but you know who i saw walkin in swinging that thang? one is a beautiful talented gorgeous woman and the other is subin @ilyAAASS: no one is allowed to tell subin i said that i blocked him on all platforms including brightspace and papa johns
@july2brazy: average minkers in drag reaction
where. the maze garden 🍃 when. around 5pm for. moon subin / @mildeweds
the snap of shorn leaves beneath her mary janes should do well to announce her presence to him first - delighting her delicate ears on the way over - but she speaks up anyway with a helpless smile. “you know you could’ve waited, right? i'm missing out on a whole show back in rabbithole.” - that being monty and his showboating but she was just starting to find it all so very amusing. “it’s nicer out here at night anyway.” much like the night they’d first found each other there. she wasn’t quite sure who’d seen who first and they’d often switched perspectives; ava smoking on the balcony, subin and atty (and des) in the cloister of a garden below, entirely too loud in their conversations; ava, invitingly cold in her english rose balconette set, heading towards the maze pebbled pink nips and an old lit lantern first but not before casting deliberate glances not too dissimilar to ones shared the last weeks before their trip. ones that let her know that he’d follow - that it’s over. the break up wasn’t as unceremonious as some would think. ava isn’t just used to the ebbs and flows of subin and magdalena but oft anticipated them – selfishly, sure, but inevitably and unavoidably so – the upticks of their swapped texts, the excessive activity in a certain photography account meant only for creative efforts otherwise all seemingly reserved for her and last of all, that night. a langston farewell party more profound than ones had before in between breaks - bye bye langston, as you are, until next semester - an aptly named end of the world party at a warehouse somewhere by the reserve. she’d suspected it then, the way they’d easily sought each other out, space dwindling between them but still withdrawn, the unsaid and undone so overwhelming but just as enticing as ever - it made complete sense when percy broke the news eventually, with a warning ava quietly rebuked. with subin, it started all the same and will end all the same but ava yearned for the intimate interims of it all - foreplay to the foreplay. its where they thrived best after all.

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where. palladian, by the main entrance. when. early in the morn, 9ish. for. anybody! @langstonstarters
“jesus, finally - maybe we shouldn’t all just fuckin’ die after all.” crisis evaded, a partial outburst not so quite. it’d been a concern upon arrival about the signal back in fell - fucking atrocious was what bambi chimed in with, much to miss chen’s dismay. the closest to signal was the inner garden and barely, at that – eoin would just fucking love that, wouldn’t he. his ugh, just brilliant child's phone tucked away instead of that brainrotting nightly tiktok browsing, sending him at least four videos to view as his daughter-assigned homework to ask him about later that day. oh, she’d never give him the satisfaction – but palladian made for a blissful haven in that regard. oh, and for classes, too, which, eugh. bambi frowned at her screen as it came to life, pinging away seeming forever. “good to know they live love fuckin’ laff for emails here, too. not a single class canceled, though. fuck me.” o langston, you’re very missed. “anyway! you’re headed where again?”
for: open to everyone! @langstonstarters where: rabbithole
A measly 30 minutes into their day of tours - in which Robin had sneered a total of 12 times at the pure unfiltered pep coming from one of the group leaders - and she'd made good work of losing her group. At the beginning of the day, one of the leaders had handed her a map of the campus, in which Robin had pointed out she wasn't a pirate. She certainly never needed a map to guide her to where the alcohol was - her party trick, really. Despite the early time in the day, Robin applauded with the enthusiasm only a drunken person carried after a particularly goofy spoken word. "Yeesh. I feel like Simon Cowell a bit in these situations, y'know? Did no one tell them they were gonna embarrass themselves performing that?" She spoke quietly to the person beside her, before leaning forward and patting the performer on their back as they passed by. "Good job champ! Shit - should I buy them a shot? It feels polite."
“no.” – incredulous. offended, even. tonally slips out like duh? what the fuck? when she presses a smile not even covertly forced at champ’s direction. “they should earn it, robs. you’ll spoil them.” half-serious although bambi wouldn’t mind giving constructive criticism; never shied from offering free advice when she felt it dire for whoever needed it. they feel less giving or forgiving as of right now, however - only happy to have found robin who seemingly has slipped away from her tour, as well. “so, wait -” she pauses again, taking a sip of her drink before continuing to push on her originally proposed question before only-slightly-better-rupi-kaur had taken stage hostage. “you didn’t tell me about your tour! c’mon,” whining as she scoots her stool closer to robin, practically invading her personal space which psht, what is that anyway. squints with an inquisitive smirk despite with a tint of her cheeks that always came being this close to robin, for reasons she liked reminiscing about. a rare success. “that bad? who was it? our losers or theirs?”