cookin up an oc based off of pink pony club 🤭

SABRINA CARPENTER Espresso (Behind the Scenes)

adding polly pocket and no one can stop me

just watched top gun maverick would yall make fun of me if i added muses

if the gods are just, #SEVYNHELLS. multimuse for both canon and original characters from grrm's universe.

Courtney Whitmore | 1.01

im sO SORRY ive been mia on this blog, ive mainly been over on @sevynhells & playing stardew

bro is so expressive

this is it. this is the edit.

⸻ how does your muse carry emotions ?

ANGER. jaw clenching, hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going non verbal, stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, passive aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts.

JOY. easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing/giggling, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savors joy.

SADNESS. crying, bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows, meditates trains and processes, avoidance, seeks out comfort, withdraws, talks it out, internalizes it, sad smiles, depression naps, uses alcohol, uses drugs, seeks out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better.

EMBARRASSMENT / SHAME. blushing, looking away, rubbing at back of head, covering face, laughing nervously, laughs it off, overthinks, lets it go, self deprecating humor, deflects, gets irritated, smiles, withdraws, crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate.

GUILT. avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashes out, internalizes, apologizes, deflects, communicates, withdraws, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepts fault easily, punishes themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeking redemption, moves on easily, denial, lack of guilt/conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others.

FEAR / ANXIETY. trembling, crying, sarcasm/sass to cope, rambles, goes silent, gets angry, fidgeting, clenching jaw, picking at nails, chewing at lip, pulling at clothes, adjusting jewelry/clothing, swallowing thickly, eyes widening, over-reacts, under-reacts, calm, logical, panic, irrational, overthinks, carefully analyzes, talks to themselves, breathing exercises, flight, fight, withdraw, fawn.

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FREDDIE STROMA AS ADRIAN CHASE | PEACEMAKER 1.01

finally decided that i Needed to have a visual on my carrd but i cant choose between color or black and white

there was something else akin to familiarity that settles into the front of his mind the longer that they linger in silence; memories of muted news reports playing in the lobby and headlines on papers that he'd tossed into the garbage boiling slowly to the surface. PLANE CRASH SURVIVORS FOUND plastered on every news outlet you could imagine, special coverage locally for the two from this very city. and it was there that he'd finally remembered seeing her face, plastered among the handful of other portraits circulating on a seemingly endless loop. matilyn hayes; tabloids had done a deep-dive into the lives of all of the survivors, and though david himself had never read any of them, gossip he'd come to hear around the hospital almost always came with echoes of her name.

❝ oh, right ⸺ i shouldn't assume someone in the smoking area was gonna smoke . . . ❞ soft sarcasm accompanies another exhale of smoke, blown upwind away from the other's face. can't help the breathy chuckle that follows, despite the awkward way it lingers in the air. ❝ me ? nah, i don't really have to talk to anyone unless there's a spill. i think that the official title is orderly, but i'm just a glorified janitor. ❞ lips purse at his own over-sharing, regret forming a ball in his throat. head shakes, throat clearing in attempt to alleviate the uneasiness in his stomach. ❝ you're not wrong, though. i'd rather be anywhere else, but . . . y'know ⸻ ❞ a job is a job. a shrug, then, free hand pushing into his pocket to hide the white-knuckled fist digging crescent moons into his palms. ❝ what about you ? not lost on your way out, not smoking . . . ❞

tried to not make a habit of visiting the hospital, not like it was anyone's favorite place to be - but more time had been spent at this very location than she would have liked. enough ( apparently ) that the nurses knew her by name. then again, it wasn't like she hadn't been known already. media frenzy that came along with living on a stranded island for two and a half years, privacy wasn't exactly a privilege afforded to her. although dwindled in the past year, every where she went - there were whispers and smart phones pulled out like she was not just your average twenty four year old girl. never mind the fact that nothing was average about matilyn hayes, it did not mean she wanted to be treated as such.

❛ i don't smoke, actually ... ❜ a lie, which he could easily call her on if he cared enough to. he'd probably seen her medical charts, after all. blue eyes had checked worn out name tag on the way out, but she had seen his face around. sad that she'd been around enough to remember the face of a nurse, but that was the truth of her reality after what she'd been through. ❛ maybe i'm wrong, david but i don't think anyone's here because this is where they want to be. by the looks of it, you don't look like you even want to be. let me guess, these annoying patients giving you too much grief? ❜

❝ uhh . . . i don't know about this, lee ⸻ ❞ the concoction set on the island between them was questionable at best ⸺ a soupy mixture of very obvious made-it-myself-pasta (?) and some kind of red-ish sauce, with what he could only assume were various herbs and spices littering the top. slowly luke lifts the serving spoon from its spot beside the tray and tentatively dips it into the dish, scooping up a spoonful before letting it splatter back down into the pile with a satisfying plop. the grimace on his face is impossible to hide, however brief, and in an instant he swaps it for a compassionate smile that does not hide the distressed look in his eye. letha will see right through it, and so he concedes with a sigh, posture hunching as elbows press into the countertop. ❝ y'know i ― i think they'll appreciate the thought, but . . . i mean, i don't think they were really expectin' us to bring anything, anyway. ❞

starter call. @hrtached's letha.

perhaps in an ironic way, it was no surprise that molly had found herself in prison. though not quite in the way that she had imagined ― she was sure it would be her perpetual sticky fingers and adolescent habit of so-called trespassing that landed her behind bars, not the end of the world. to her, a prison was better than being on her own, and it was by far a more comfortable place to live than crawford ever was. the people weren't half bad, either. she'd kept herself at a comfortable distance, at arm's length to save the heartache that was sure to come, when fate rears its ugly head and perpetuates the inevitable. but even she was not so strong, her facade had begun to crack, and others had begun to seep in. ❝ hey, beth, ❞ descent down metal steps is careful, notice taken of the way the other paces back and forth, bouncing a softly weeping judith in her arms. molly almost turns at the sight, regrets calling out ⸺ but continues begrudgingly as beth turns to her with hopeful eyes. ❝ everything okay ? ❞

starter call. @hrtached's beth.

the briefest moments of quiet before the onslaught of chaos that was to come allows for an idleness molly hadn't been familiar with in a long time. always moving, always vigilant; it was rare for her to be able to breathe, to let her guard down ⸺ even if only halfway. strange as it was (and for reasons she could understand but did not want to unpack), molly found herself hovering near clementine in the rarity of their downtime. gaze slipping from the view outside the large window to the girl coloring at her feet intermittently, she'd noticed clem's glances at her weapon before, wary and curious. before she speaks, molly bends to lift her bag from it's spot on the floor, reaching for the ice pick crudely attached to it's outside. ❝ it was used for climbing ice in the old days, ❞ a shrug as she raises the pick between them and bends her wrist back and forth, showing off the blade's sharp edge with a prideful smile. ❝ found it at the beginning; good at getting the job done with the geeks, but it's a good tool to have, too. real versatile. maybe we can find one for you someday. ❞

starter call. @imaginarianisms's clementine.

❝ hey, it's carley, right ? ❞ there is assured hesitation in her tone, a purpose to her presence in front of the other. a softness in her voice that doesn't necessarily shine in eyes beneath furrowed brows. the moonlight spilling in from the open doors provides just enough illumination inside of the train car to christa to make it from one end to the other without falling flat on her face. ❝ it's obvious there was some . . . tension in your group when we first met ⸺ i don't want an explanation, you're entitled to keep whatever the hell happened to yourselves, but i need to know one thing, ❞ she doesn't mean to sound so accusatory, not really, but christa had more than just herself and omid to be looking out for now, and with his leg the way that it was ― she couldn't risk dragging them into the middle of what could be the massive implosion of this group; the frays of which already seemed to be a stone's throw away from that becoming reality. ❝ should omid and i be worried that you're all gonna turn on one another in the middle of the night ? because if the answer is anything but a definitive no, i think we should go our separate ways. ❞

starter call. @000warning's carley.