I Want To Know What Everyone’s Muses FYP Looks Like Cause Gloria’s Is : Bodega Cats, 90s Nostalgia

ADRIA ARJONA as Madison Figueroa HIT MAN (2024)

Lyrical starter call from her inspo playlist ? smush

Nikita Gill, from Your Heart is the Sea: Poems; "The Anguish," originally published in 2018

need someone who’s violently possessive over me right now or i’m gonna die

OH SHE ANGSTY TONIGHT. somebody fix it. help. HELLLLP.

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough // @pittmade

she'd  uttered  his  name,  light  brushing  over  his  form  in  feathery  strokes.  her  limbs  followed,  wrapped  in  8a8179HIS  SCENT,  his  shirt,  any  part  of  him  she  could  press  to  her  skin.  all-encompassing  as  the  arm  that  reaches  out  to  ensnare  the  willing.  gloria  lands  in  his  lap  with  a  soft  exhale,  the  worry  of  her  brow  and  part  of  her  lips  silenced  by  the  heat  of  his  embrace.  her  palms  found  his  shoulders,  pressing  gently  on  the  knots  of  tension  he  carried  like  every  burden  of  duty without complaint.  his  mouth  on  hers  is  not  careful.  it’s  not  patient.  it’s  frantic.  a  hunger  she  is  fluent  in.  one  with  no  earthly  comparison  or  poetic  scripture  because  it  was  only  meant  to  exist  between  them.  the  prettiest  stranger  she'd  thought  of  in  passing  over  years  of  carnage  and  heartache  made  her  own.  all  the  suffering  and  war  beneath  her  palm,  and  he  was  life  breathed  anew.

her  hands  are  buried  in  his  hair,  dragging  him  closer  like  she  can  crawl  inside  him  if  she  clings  hard  enough.  always  close,  closer  still  and  begging  for  more  because  it's  still  never  enough.  gloria  can  feel  the  bloom  of  sweet  bruises  beneath  the  imprint  of  his  fingertips.  handfuls  and  mania,  trying  to  decipher  where  to  touch  and  craving  all  at  once.  she  understands  the  same  instinct  that  hums  almost  violently  beneath  her  flesh.  her  ribcage,  cracked  open  to  a  heart  and  soul  that  finds  purpose  with  the  one  who  makes  it  all  whole.

there  is  nothing  subtle  in  how  they  dance.  all  fire,  all  intensity  carried  through  the  working  of  lips  and  tongue—  AND  TEETH.  a  dizziness  that  crowds  every  thought,  she  has  no  use  for  anything  outside  of  him.  every  molecule,  every  drop  of  blood  in  her  veins,  screamed  —  ❛ jack.  ❜  caught  between  a  shattered  breath  and  the  frenzied  serpentine  roll  of  her  hips.  forehead  pressed  to  his,  her  lips  catching  his  in  short  bursts  of  unyielding  devotion.  entwined  soul  reaching  out  by  the  way  she  searches  his  gaze  for  any  turmoil  she  was  prepared  to  chase  from  his  psyche.  ❛  give  it  all  to  me,  i'm  here.  let  me  take  it. ❜

Lyrical starter call from her inspo playlist ? smush

I just wanted to make a bit of a tiny psa; in that, there’s many instances where, if I’m shipping with someone, I don’t want to write with or ship with duplicates ( pending ppl using the same fc for multiple characters cause all interpretations are different). I have no interest in writing with the same face claims over and over, it’s not authentic to my brain. Nor is it authentic to what I’m building, canons are different, yes but there can be major associations with how someone plays them. if we’ve discussed it, then I have no issue practicing exclusively, especially with face claim association. for example, I will only ever write with one frank castle and billy russo because I have no desire to write with any others based on dynamics built. Face claim wise, I will not write with any others based Oliver Jackson-cohen face claims or honestly Jensen ackles because they’re associated with characters from partners I like writing with. But if we don’t have any conversation about these things, I won’t know. I’ll still prioritize your character if I’m not writing with any other canons or ocs with their face but I’m not tied to exclusivity unless we talk about it. But this psa is also me saying NO I DO NOT EXPECT THE SAME MANNER OF THINKING FROM OTHERS. and again unless the conversation is there, it’s business as usual.

Did this make any sense cause I feel like an asshole trying to explain my brain and I know I should put the list in my pinned and carrd but anyways.

how are you holding up ? @pittmade

her  gaze  fixed  on  the  horizon,  where  the  light  filters  in  too  softly  for  the  weight  in  her  chest.  she  stifles  any  wryness,  any  iteration  that  MIRRORS  how  he  might  stand  in  her  position.  though  to  her  credit,  she  isn't  standing.  legs  curled  over  railings,  her  hands  are  still,  clasped  in  her  lap  like  she’s  holding  something  fragile  there.  a  memory,  maybe. or  the  version  of  herself  she  used  to  be  before  the  uniform,  before  the  field  kits  soaked  in  blood,  before  the  nights  that  still  wake  her  up  sweating  through  the  sheets.

the  question  lingers  in  the  air,  burning  through  her  with  guilt.  he  asks  with  that  arc  of  militant  sureness  and  grace,  but  she  hears  the  worry  beneath  it.  ❛  some  nights  are  louder  than  others.  ❜  she  doesn't  speak  it  outright,  doesn’t  mention  the  dream  that  clung  to  her  ribs  this  morning,  or  the  way  she  caught  herself  zoning  out  between  rounds,  replaying  things  she  can’t  fix.  but  he  knows,  he  always  does.  the  way  he  sees  her—  really  sees  her  and  doesn’t  flinch,  doesn’t  try  to  fix  her.  JUST  STAYS.  and  as  long  as  she's  above  ground,  she'll  do  the  same  for  him.  new  as  it  was  between  them,  it  wasn't  by  way  of  soul.  a  synchronicity  extended  by  the  universe  to  make  amends  for  how  much  it  worked  them  over.

❛  that  young  private  on  leave  —  ❜  it's  coarse  on  her  tongue  from  how  it  crawled  up  between  serrated  edges  in  her  throat.  her  hand  reached  for  jack,  quietly  and  without  rumination,  like  a  reflex  her  body  had  already  absorbed  into  its  DNA.  ❛  he  reminded  me  of  someone,  felt  like  losing  them  all  over  again.  ❜