Now That My Tag Dumps Are Outta The Way, I'll Make Each Muse A Little Character Banner (as Much As I

now that my tag dumps are outta the way, i'll make each muse a little character banner (as much as i love icons, i cannot be bothered to make a bunch of icons for every muse i have) and then i'll start on the asks i've received!

In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song.

i'm tempted to add more muses to my multi but i really shouldn't.......but god am i tempted lol

feel free to change any pronouns, etc. || may contain some nsfw!

“I want something that says ‘I’m sorry he’s dead, but not that sorry; he was just a dog, and you shouldn’t have loved him more than me,’.”

“Nobody knows, and nobody cares, so would you for once in your little life just—”

“I have a like-life; it suits me fine.”

“What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?”

“Did you get the vibes that she likes me?”

“My name is [Name], but you can call me anything you’d like.”

“We fit nice, don’t we, together?”

“They say fairy tales have happy endings even though the passage can be rough.”

 “Do you want to come to dinner?”

“I think they’d be perfect for each other; don’t you think they’d be perfect?”

“You know when you’ve just met someone but straight away you feel as if they’re going to be your friend?”

“I don’t know what I’m saying; do you know what I mean?”

“Have you finished work already?”

“I’m busy tonight.”

“Tea dances, reading groups, bridge clubs… tragic attempts by lonely old coffin dodgers to meet someone before they give up and peg out…”

“No, I’m depressed; there’s a difference.”

“I wish you’d get a life… I wish you would.”

“Sorry I’m late, Beautiful Person.”

“You look spectacular.”

“How was work?”

“She’s not really my bag of chips, darling, but yeah, I suppose…”

“Saved by the bell, but you’re in a lot of trouble later…”

“You can’t put a price on comfort.”

“You see? A woman after my own heart…”

“How much better is sex after marriage?”

“I’m not a one person person.”

“Y’know, they teach the birds and the bees about me.”

“I think you know immediately. As soon as your eyes meet... Then everything that happens from then on just proves that you have been right in that first moment. When you suddenly realize that you were incomplete and now you are whole…”

“Later on tonight we are going to fall madly in bed.”

“Well, you’ve got something on your mind, that’s obvious…”

“Have you ever met someone and just… but they’re with someone else, already?”

“You and me…it’s not gonna happen.”

“You have to go, right?”

“Am I glad to see you… The morning I’ve had…”

“I love the smell of hotdog in the evening… Smells like…hotdog…”

“I do believe I will be with one person for the rest of my life, but…that person will be a woman.”

“I feel like dancing.”

“That was fun; wasn’t it fun?”

“Are you gonna talk all the way through this?”

“You make me feel something—something I absolutely cannot feel.”

“I can’t do this—I can’t actually do this, so whatever it is or was, it’s got to stop and it’s got to stop now, do you understand?”

“I just think I’m doing something wrong, is all…”

“I can’t ask [Name] if there’s anything wrong because it’s way too scary…”

“Tell me to go. Tell me that’s what you want and I will walk away and you will never see me again.”

“Is that what you want?”

“I want you…”

“Don’t forget me…”

“I won’t remember anything else…”

“It makes me sick, you just lie—lie…”

“I don’t like my girlfriend; I wanna breakup with her…”

“I met this girl…but she’s with someone else…”

“Y’know when you’re holding a hot cup of coffee and you realize you’re going to sneeze? That’s how I feel.”

“I want to talk to you…”

“I want to talk to you because this thing happened…”

“I wasn’t looking for it, it just happened, and though it’s over, um…you have a right to know…”

“I went crazy for someone and it wasn’t you…”

“I’m sorry… I’m so very sorry, so—please believe me, I…”

“I can’t say this more than once…”

“I’m staying… I couldn’t—wouldn’t—leave you…”

“You’re my best friend… It was enough before; it’ll be enough again, so…”

“Do penguins have knees?”

“It’s not you leaving that’s going to kill me, it’s you loving someone more…”

“No, you’re not walking away—don’t walk away from me!”

“I want you to be happy…”

“More than anything else, I wanted to be the cause of happiness in you…but if I’m not, then…I can’t stand in the way…”

“What you’re feeling now is the unstoppable force which means I’ve got to move…”

“What did [Name] mean when he said you’re in love with someone else…?”

“I’m in love with someone else…”

“So the two of you are…lesbifriends…?”

“It doesn’t matter what you call it, it’s not going to happen…”

“Whatever you choose to do from here, we will support you; we always will…”

“Please, my darling, follow your heart…”

“Y’know what I wish? You wouldn’t grow up so fast…”

“Hey, you did nothing wrong…”

“Why don’t you have pudding after breakfast? You have it after lunch and dinner, so why not in the morning as well…?”

“You’re still sad, aren’t you…?”

“I bought you sweets…”

“Maybe in ten years, if you’re still lonely, we could get married then.”

“You shouldn’t be afraid, [Name], you can do anything…”

“I knew after three seconds…”

“If you could, perhaps…be a little kinder…?”

Abigail haters are fucking stupid

@lastedpromise asked: 24 [ tara to carys! ]

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are you messing with me ? is this some kind of fucked up joke ? 'cause I checked yesterday... and that's not where I left your coat...

          carys  doesn’t  know  tara,  not  really.  and  yet,  the  word  vomit  simply  cannot  cease.  she  doesn’t  really  have  anyone  to  talk  to  aside  from  a  few  people  on  the  internet  that  she  really  doesn’t  know.  tara  just  so  happens  to  be  one  of  the  poor,  unfortunate  souls  that  she  happened  to  stumble  into  in  real  life;  said  soul  who  just  so  happened  to  be  kind  enough  to  initiate  small  talk  with  her.

          carys,  in  her  colorful  striped  sweater  with  a  bow  around  her  ponytail  deceived  many  people  into  thinking  that  she  was,  indeed,  normal—well,  the  folks  who  weren’t  typically  from  around  there,  or  the  ones  who  didn’t  really  know  of  her,  at  least.  she’d  never  seen  tara  before,  but  tara  was  nice—nicer  than  most  of  the  people  carys  engaged  with.  she’d  probably  thought  the  small  talk  would  start  and  end  with  a  good  book  recommendation,  but  it  had  snowballed  into  carys  oversharing  and  telling  tara  all  about  how  at  least  when  she  was  at  work,  she  didn’t  have  her  mother  breathing  down  her  neck—most  times,  anyway.  it  certainly  didn’t  stop  her  mother  from  trying  to  call  or  text  at  times,  much  to  carys’  chagrin  on  the  days  where  she  forgets  to  mute  her  phone.

          “ you  should  feel  my  heartbeat  every  time  i  hear  my  phone, ”  she  explains,  maybe  a  little  too  animatedly,  hand  moving  to  her  chest.  “ i  mean,  i  love  my  mom,  really,  but  she  just—she  can  be  a  bit  much… ”  it  takes  a  few  beats  before  carys  realizes  that  she,  too,  happens  to  be  ‘a  bit  much’;  like  mother,  like  daughter,  she  supposes.

          embarrassment  flutters  across  her  features  before  she’s  giving  tara  a  way  out  of  their,  admittedly,  mostly  one-sided  conversation.

          “ but,  uh—i’m  sorry,  i—i  don’t  mean  to  hold  you  up ! ”