#naoshofmuses

[ sob ] Your muse finds mine in tears, crying from grief

Socializing and reef patrols and busying himself could really only work for so long; eventually the friends would leave or have elsewhere to be, he would swim as far as his neighborhood reached and back, and sooner or later the moments turned painfully silent again and the inescapable quiet descended as Bruce was left with his own thoughts.

Granted, this didn’t happen all the time, and quite frankly hadn’t happened in awhile. But... he’d been reminded lately that Father’s Day was coming up. Try as Bruce may to ignore it and treat it like every other day, it still left an aching, bitter feeling in his chest. That indescribable, creeping feeling of dread— like a shadow following him endlessly and draining him every moment he dared acknowledge it.

Crying was still good, though. It was never frowned upon during the group sessions— feelings needed to be shared, not bottled up. It was a healthy release. An emotional reset. Only Bruce didn’t count on anyone being in the same shipwreck during that time.

@naosh-of-muses​​ asked:  “I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.” Don Karnage growled his words out, staring at Fethry with a frustrated look.

🦐; “I’ll say.” Fethry responded critically, raising a brow at the captain. He couldn’t resist the bit of snark, contrary to his usual politeness. After being plucked right off of Mitzi’s head and holed into some broken-down air craft, he felt it was more than appropriate.

The duck was effectively backed into a corner, with only a few inches of metal separating him and a several thousand foot drop into the middle of the ocean. The sword pointed menacingly at his throat left Fethry effectively immobile.

Still, Fethry took in his surroundings. As broken-down as this air craft was, it was very nicely decorated. Everywhere he looked held treasures and memorabilia, it made his captors seem quite captivating. Using but a finger to point the assailant’s sword away from him, he ambled towards the nearest chest and immediately started rummaging. Not to take anything, just to marvel at all of the wonders they stored.

The tsuchinoko was relaxing in the chair, with iced tea in a shallow cup. They were expecting a simple relaxing afternoon at this quaint café, but they encountered a particular red cat. To not be rude, they allowed the cat to sit with them,

Sentence Meme: Scamalot

“Is that the criminal record for making Stitch illegally? Or is this a new one?”

The former... well, of course that didn’t matter. Stitch was a valued member of their Ohana, and even if his creation had technically occurred on the wrong side of legal, Lilo would never, ever, ever believe that Jumba making him had been a bad or wrong thing.

Though the later case... wasn’t impossible to rule out, since Uncle Jumba sometimes seemed to be a law unto himself. If he’d run afoul of Kauai’s police department since arriving here...

It would honestly surprise her less that it had happened and more that she hadn’t known about it before.

Send “Treasure Chest Opened! You Acquired _____” Along with an Item My Muse would obtain by opening a secrete treasure chest, Make it ANY item you want and see My Muse’s reaction to obtaining said Item.

These last few months, whenever Skipper and Classified had encountered one another, he felt a warmth in his stomach. It was new and unexpected and Skipper had kept it to himself, just relishing in the time they spent together. Neither of them were on duty and Skipper had invited Classified along to join him in Central Park. The Eurasian Wolf could pass off as a domestic dog without the humans getting too suspicious and Skipper was small enough to avoid being so obviously spotted also. 

A guiding flipper attempts to encourage the wolf to rest besides him adjacent to the pond. ❛ Relax, Pooch. ❜ It was just something he called him sometimes. ❛ I’m pulling your tail! ❜ As in to say he was just teasing. ❛ I invited you to join me, remember? Just us. I figured as two leaders of elite squadrons we have warranted a rest. ❜ Opposed to arrest he supposes. Well one of our teams is more elite than the other. ❜ A wink it was in jest.

“I’m okay...nothing happened to me!” Nemo reassured the shark. He was not afraid of Bruce. A soft smile appears onto his face. “I’m okay. I’m not hurt at all.” He sounded kind and caring.

“Ye sure?” Bruce asked, worriedly. “Saw ye took a bit of a tumble there.” The shark almost forgot how strong some of currents were across different parts of the reef, especially for someone so tiny as a clownfish. Bruce could barely feel the currents anymore than a slight breeze against his thick skin.

“Ah, I reckon ye’re right,” the shark chuckled. “If ye’re anythin’ like yer ol’ man, ye’re definitely a tough one!” Bruce grinned broadly. Well, the little clownfish was as considerably brave as Marlin, that’s for sure. Despite the older clownfish’s shaking, Marlin still stuck out most of the shark’s meeting— which wasn’t something that a fish Marlin’s size could scoff at! Bruce knew— or at least tried to understand— how terrifying him and his shark friends looked.

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