#emwrcte

Her  lips  part,  &  then  promptly  shut, head tilting.  ❝  What  a   .     .     .    curious  change  of  subject.  The  homicide  had  nothing  to  do  with  frogs,  I'm  sure.  ❞

THE MARVELOUS MRS. MAISEL (2017) PROMPTS

"Uh, riiiiiight." Kit drawls, her smile becoming a bit more strained. Well, at least he was self-aware. But it still didn't help her situation right now.

Japan wasn't as boring as she had originally thought!

the cops here were much more determined and trained than the ones she's used to in Mexico, or even Overwatch. she's gotten the eye of at least one of them that seemed to not want to let her go, which she found to be super amusing. teasing and taunting the man was so much fun, especially right after she'd thwarted his capture attempt and escaped by seconds. their little game of cat and mouse was so much fun~

she had to admit, for an old man he wasn't half bad looking, even with the strange eye implants he sported. so she had a thing for older men, sue her. it's not like she was too young for 'em, she was in her 30s for fuck's sake.

She sat in the backseat of a car she'd managed to hijack with her cybernetics, her holographic screens showing the man's frustrated face. with a flutter of her fingers, she hijacked a screen close to him, grinning at him with a shit eating grin through the screen,

❝  𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇  :  where  you  go  i'm  going .  so  jump  &  i'm  jumping  .  since  there  is  no  me  without  you  …  hurt  &  grieve  but  don't  suffer  alone  .  engage  with  the  pain  as  a  motive ;   today  of  all  days  see  HOW  THE  MOST  DANGEROUS  THING  IS  TO  LOVE  !  ❞ 

⸻ @emwrcte ( lucatiel / twin au ? ) ♡

Land ever-changing, yet before her exists this stagnation. Once a vibrant landscape of endless hills, lush && prospering with greenery, returns the solemn concept of a dismal imagination. Everything was so dull. Where there lived color, it only appeared as a pale imitation of what it could have been as the bountiful, wading seas of flowers wilt into the dry-grass land. The only worthwhile masterpiece of the world is drawn off in the faraway distance; a sea of flooding red, furling inwards in a relentless cycle of white rot.

Rebirth hadn't offered her much in way of reprieve. While her bones no longer quiver with the mild passing wind, serenity doesn't become her when it was so dearly needed.

It was akin to a cavernous echo. All that she had once known was lost to her in her wallowing ignorance. Malenia felt not the pulse of her kin's runes nor did she hear the once melodious choir of her valued knights, worst of all was the lacking presence of the one twinned to her. A demi-goddess by distinction, yet somehow even less without the one whom shared thy womb with her.

None of this floats to the surface of her mood. As always, she is even-tempered and seemingly withdrawn from the moment, as if sudden gale could steal her away from her guest { @emwrcte } at any time.

" There is naught to explore in these lands. " All the while golden petals shower over them in twisting spirals, shaken from swaying branches with promise of affluence upon gathering heads. " I'm not sure what it is you wish to see here. "

Affixed to her spot, Malenia presents statuesque against the animated world drifting around them. Impish gust collects her hair in a swirling twist behind her and the long drape of her skirts snap against her heels and tangle around her thighs. Never before had she been a hostess before, it was never needed of her, and for the first time she was wholly unprepared to manage the mantle of expectations here. What she would proudly call her home was no more a distant promise and an inconsistent convey of mistruth.

10: Would you be friends with your muse if they were real?

24: What about your muse are you most proud of?

♡ Munday Meme ♡ - accepting!

knowing my dumbass, i'd try to be. i'd try with mostly all of my muses except maybe ... two. or three of them. i got a few super evil muses, but i'd be friends with most of them.