Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions

Send one (or a few) to my muse and they’ll answer:

Spiders: Does your muse squish bugs or put them outside? The Dark: Did your muse sleep with a nightlight as a child? Snakes: Would your muse ever keep an unusual/exotic pet? Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had? Clowns: Does your muse prefer comedy? Or horror? Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance? Tight Space: Does your muse ever feel that they’re not living up to their own potential? Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others? Crowds: What does your muse think of big cities? Death: Name one thing your muse has lost that they wish they could get back. Ghosts: Has your muse ever seen something they couldn’t explain? Needles: Does your muse have a strong stomach? Curses: Does your muse believe in good/bad luck? How about karma? Heights: Is your muse a risk-taker? Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without. Fire: Would your muse rather be very cold, or very hot? Failure: Has your muse ever given up on an important dream? Abandonment: How would your muse win back someone who left them? The Unknown: Is your muse a philosophical person? Boogeyman: What position does your muse sleep in? Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment? Change: What was a turning point in your muse’s life? Disease: What does your muse do on a sick day? Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions? Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable. Insects: Name something your muse finds gross or annoying. Dolls: Has your muse ever collected something? Getting Old: Would your muse rather live 50 years loved, or 200 years alone? Social Phobia: Does your muse consider themselves an outgoing person?

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lifeinpoetry

(i dreamed the other night of the scent of sweat, jaws at my throat, nails drawing blood at the base of my hair) we will make love with our teeth or not at all

Kai Cheng Thom, from “interracial psychology,” A Place Called No Homeland (via lifeinpoetry)

#;musing

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musingmemes

send me ✤ + a ship and i’ll tell you…

who said i love you first?
who laughs when the other trips?
who pays the bills?
which one makes a bigger deal around the holidays?
who’s more clumsy?
who checks their daily horoscope?
who sings louder in the car?
who leaves the cap off the toothpaste?
who is more up to date in pop culture?
who insists on going to see the newest movies?
who cries when the abused animal commercials come on?
who’s the lighter sleeper?
who believes in ghosts?
who does the grocery shopping?
who updates their facebook status more often?

#/probably modern au?

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originator-of-chakra-deactivate

Can you reblog if you don't mind me coming into your ask ic, even if we've got a thread?

I dont care if we have 17393 threads, come on in

#psa

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ravxnqueen

do you see any beauty in my anger and pain? are my bloodied fists and split lips poetic? does my screams sound like a song? my blood and bruises is not a work of art for you to admire, my fists are not gifts of broken bones.

my fury is ugly / elly (via visvnya)

#;musing

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desertgourd

Gaara flicked his lighter without a single thanks. A moment later wisps of gray smoke rose into the warm afternoon air, with him suppressing a coughing fit beneath them. Cigarettes had never done him well; they stank, flared up his asthma, and took the edge off only the worst of the withdrawal. He kept at it because he had figured that a bit of tar was better than the needle, but his co-worker didn’t need to know that.

“You don’t look any better,” he fired back. “Didn’t you just open that this morning?”

He shrugged, and idly flicked his cigarette, watching the ashes twirled gently before they scattered in the light breeze. He smoked when he’s stressed, he smoked when he isn’t, he smoked when he fucked, he smoked after his meals. One day, he’s going to keel over dead in the middle of his smoking.

“At least I don’t look like crap.” He retorted, a smirk curled around his stick. “The eye bags around your eyes are large enough to fit several cigarette boxes inside.”

#desertgourd #/i have no words to explain this

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furawa-su

theliteraryjournals

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here.

Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak (via furawa-su)

Source: theliteraryjournals

#;musing #;quote

anbuinukiba

desertgourd asked:

“i need a cigarette.” /modern?

ahs: coven meme

Without a word, he fished out his wrinkled cigarette box from his pocket and passed a stick over to the disheveled-looking redhead.

“You look like crap.” He said bluntly, sliding his own stick to the side of his mouth. Tobacco stained his lips, and he took in one long, deep breath. The headiness from the nicotine rushed through his body, smoke streaming in a thin line in front of him. It has been a long morning, and he’s not looking forward to the rush hour after lunch. “You really should start cutting down.”

#;reply #desertgourd #v; modern

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musingmemes

ahs: coven meme

“ it’s too hot. my frickin’ vagina’s sweating. ”
“ don’t make me drop a house on you. ”
“bitch! i will eat you.”
“ is this where we all sing kum-bah-yah? ”
“please don’t send us to jail.”
“ did we just marry the devil? because i’m not down with that. ”
“crotchless panties for everyone.”
“ surprise bitch, i bet you thought you’d seen the last of me. ”
“she’s innocent… mostly. she killed neighbor but the bitch had it coming.”
“ haven’t you heard? i have no soul. ”
“don’t be a hater, dear.”
“ i think i’m gonna like it here. ”
“you must pay for what you’ve done.”
“ can’t we just have a little fun? ”
“any last words?”
“ feel the fear and the pain, let it all in, and then let it all go. ”
“i have something you want.”
“ get the hell off of me! ”
“go to hell, you stupid hag.”
“ i can’t feel anything. ”
“we’re just messing with you.”
“ you can all just die. ”
“i need a cigarette.”
“ is this just a joke to you? ”
“you’re such a goddamn idiot. ”
“ you look pretty good without a shirt. ”
“kiss my ass.”
“ you’re a stone cold bitch. ”
“ when you play with fire,you get burned.”
“you’re mocking my grief.”

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musingmemes

send me a ….

☀ for my muses reaction to yours bringing them breakfast in bed.
✎ for my muses reaction to your muse getting my muses’ name tattooed on them.
▲ for my muse showing your muse their new tattoo of your muses name.
☤ for my muses reaction to finding yours in a hospital bed.
✖ for my muses reaction to waking up in a hospital bed and finding yours asleep in the chair beside them.
☎ for my muses reaction to seeing them as your muses phone wallpaper.
☞ for my muses reaction to accidentally slamming your muses hand in the door.
✉ for my muses reaction to finding a cute love note from your muse. (bonus points: tell me what the note says)
✈ for my muse to get nervous on a plane and seek comfort from your muse.
☃ for my muses reaction to getting hit with a snowball thrown by your muse.

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originator-of-chakra-deactivate

ended-dreams

I promise you my pain wasn’t poetic. It was days without sleep and pretending I was stable enough to continue.

i am tired of this sadness. (via ended-dreams)

#( the war takes something from us all )#;musing #;quote

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lifeinpoetry

selfharminlit

I turn frustration into bodily harm, rub my skin until the blood comes. The body has its own memory; I brush against it when I bathe. I was at a place where mercy began but I didn’t really know it.

Gale Thompson, from “They Made Things Easier Here So That Other Things Become Harder,” published in Cosmonauts Avenue (via lifeinpoetry)

Source: cosmonautsavenue.com

#;musing #;quote

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tealwindwitch

anbuinukiba asked:

⁇

tealwindwitch answered:

Send in ⁇ for my muse’s reaction to walking in on yours while bathing || closed

“Why are you bathing in a creek in the middle of the day?”

anbuinukiba

“Pleasant,” she murmured. Her hand traced the edge of her fan. She didn’t plan to use it, of course, it was more out of habit than anything else. “Well, then. Hope you got it all off and out of those… places.” Places she didn’t want to think about. Temari was still avoiding looking at him, even though he was clothed.

”Yeah, I hope so.” He snorted in amusement, noticing the way the Suna-nin was averting her gaze from his direction. He ran an annoyed hand through his wet hair, wincing as he felt water dripped down his collarbone.

“You’re heading to Konoha?” He asked.

#tealwindwitch

anbuinukiba

continued from ✿ // @tenzx

He resisted the urge to sniffle like a child, even though the bump on his head was still smarting. He’s an adult. He’s ANBU. He really shouldn’t be acting like a 5-year-old who couldn’t control his own damn tears.

“I might have called Sakura something... unsavory when she tried to treat my wounds.” He muttered like a disgruntled kid. Hey, the medic should know better than to hover over an unconscious ANBU and threatened to hold him down when he just woke up disorientated. He huffed, hunching his shoulders at the older man’s cheerful hand on his back. “Not my fault.”

#:D #tenzx

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rp-meme-slut

running multiple roleplay blogs like

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dvoyd

lifeinpoetry

When I say “body,” I mean weapon.

Taylor Steele, from “Anatomy,” Dirty.Mouth.Kiss (via lifeinpoetry)

Source: pizza314press.org

#;musing #;quote #( the hound is a weapon )

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“You don’t want to?” Sai questioned, the corners of his mouth turning downward slightly. If he was ever capable of showing anything akin to disappointment, this was likely the closest he’d gotten to it lately. It had been a while since he’d had the chance to draw outside of doing so for missions (and recently some commissions), but it was beginning to seem like he wouldn’t be able to use a subject like he’d wanted to.

He sighed, rolling a spare brush between his fingers (this being much older than the one Akamaru had ruined). “Have I asked for something too difficult…?” He wondered, not understanding Kiba’s hesitation. He hadn’t thought of it as too complex of a task… but maybe he had been wrong. “Is it not something within your skill set? I’m aware your attention span lacks at times, but I don’t need you to stand still very long,” he added, assuming that may have been the problem.

“….If you are truly in capable of doing it… I suppose a meal would be fine,” he relented, his lips almost forming a slight pout.

At first, he felt a little guilty at Sai’s disappointment. He had not expect the other shinobi to want to draw him that badly. Then, as Sai continued speaking, his eye started to twitch in annoyance. Wow, it’s like this guy didn’t even bothered to hold back. Even though he knew Sai was intentionally baiting him, he couldn't help but raise to the challenge.

“I can so do it!” He growled, bristling. It’s just sitting still, wasn’t it? No difference to mediation. He’d show this little pale shit that he could stay fucking still as long as needed to. If this was what Sakura and Naruto had to deal with everyday, it’s no wonder they wanted to pummel Sai every time the guy opened his mouth.

He plopped himself in front of the artist, glaring at the older ninja in defiance. “You should really learn how to show some tact when you speak to someone, Sai.”

#//sai you're savage af #theunfeelingartist