crash here. i really wanna write headcanons about my muses, particularly andrea, kathleen, and mason, but idk where to start. so uhh. send me ideas or things yall are curious about

Cowpunk

you think kindness doesn't exist you fucking pathetic nihilist? how about you look into the big beautiful eyes of a cow? what do you think now? asshole

new tag for itreab-based aesthetics (mason’s homeworld)

me: ok ok so horses isn’t working let’s try cows my brain: everything is the same but they have two heads me: you mean.... that’s just... that’s just brahmin from fallout;...

Traversing the Yiga valley

me: i need to come up with the horse-equivalent that mason grew up with on his homeworld. so like, horses.... but alien.... because its the year 2700-something and he’s stars away from earth.... something really cool sounding

my dumbfuck brain: how about zorses.

there’s not even a moment pause for mason to realize what’s asked of him and to respond. it takes him a second to put together what’s going on, but he caves and swallows the first bite of the brownie that’s unceremoniously shoved at him.

‘ s’good, ’ he mumbles through a full mouth, already working on his second bite. he lets himself finish the rest of the brownie before speaking further. ‘ i mean yeah,  it’s really good gwen. ’  a long pause.  ‘ i’m assuming i shouldn’t ask how you got the ingredients or where you even found the space to bake these. ’

he pulls up the star map on his navigation system.  ‘ a warm planet with a pretty beach . . . ’  he’s stumped there.  he knows plenty of warm planets,  but he has trouble coming up with specifics on the spot.  ‘ i’ll do some digging and see what i can find.  colonized or nah? ’

@ofhorizons​ liked for a starter !

            ❝ HERE, CAN YOU TRY THESE FOR ME ? ❞ she batted her eyelashes but didn’t even bother to wait for a response before shoving one of the brownies she had just recently made into his mouth with hopeful eyes that it tasted as good as the picture on her ipad made it look. Gwen was a VERY good baker, many could attest to this, but she was always worried when trying new recipes in case something went wrong, and don’t ask how she gathered the ingredients in outer space. Gwen had connections that may have been utilized during their last stop. 

            If she was going to be travelling with Mason for a while she needed to do something to burn off her excess mana ( or she was gonna get riled up pretty quick ) since she wasn’t the one piloting the ship or doing anything productive and when she was bored at home baking was a hobby she enjoyed since it calmed her down a lot. That, or hunting down criminals, which she couldn’t do right now. ❝ Also I may be using this to bribe you into going to a warm planet next time, preferably one with a pretty beach. ❞

i’m just over here in awe at dustin bates’ ability to write such raw, evocative lyrics.

is this where you want to be -- crawling on your hands and knees?

or how about

i bared my soul for you and i all i got was static

or

this disease has ate us up - just hide the knife before you cut

or something as simple as

you’re the reason i have to take pills to sleep

every night, every night of the week.

like goddamn idk im vibin with him tonight

i love that mason being a space hick is an excuse for me to randomly spam country music at lazarus

So young

Olivia Wilde

Olivia Wilde

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.

“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”

The Outer Worlds scenery

‘ if you think i look familiar, that says more about  you  than it says about me,  doesn’t it? ’