FIVE     SENSES    AESTHETICS     //    bold     what     applies     to     your     muse.

SIGHT //:  small towns. big cities.  six thirty curfews.  lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests.  light through the blinds as a wake up call.found family.  finding a single star in the middle of new york city.  window shopping.   watching something terrible and enjoying it.  growing numb to the sight of injustice.  wilted flowers. faded caricatures.  bright, bold colors.

HEARING //:  crickets and lightning bugs.  car engines and ac units. a phone call to mom / dad.  laughing with friends.  jokes that are so bad you have to laugh.  the clicking of computer keys.  noise cancelling headphones.  the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. clicking of pens.  listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower.  ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love.   pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH //:  being held close during a long night.  fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favorite pet’s fur / feather.  wringing your hands anxiously.  snuggies.  comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal.  leather in summer.

TASTE //:  coffee in the morning. tea in the evening.  bubblegum that lost its flavor.  alcohol burning the back of your throat.  homemade cooking,  no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint.  fresh vegetables.  the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food.  bittersweet.  sour. spicy.  sweet. bitter.   too much salt on fries.

SMELL //:  morning glories and honeysuckles.  freshly cut grass.  hot chocolate in the middle of winter. nail polish.  acetone. hospital rooms.  smoke.   hair spray.  your favorite shampoo / conditioner.  the scent of home.  perfume.  cologne.  mint. something burning.wet “dogs”.  copper.  metal. unemptied ash trays.  something familiar yet different.  stale alcohol.

Stolen from: @theirtraitor

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class–rep:

soldierofhorus:

baconpoweredmutant:

Wanting to RP, but afraid starters will be ignored.

Seeing an ‘Open RP’ starter thread, but too afraid it’s not meant for me.

Finally getting someone to RP, but afraid I might be boring them.

Rping.

THIS IS ME. THIS. IS. ME

RPING WITH NEW MUTUALS 

“Trust me, I don’t get it either. At this point, I just kinda roll with the punches.”

reptilebrained-moving:

“Oh, it just got a little roughed up while I was taking someone out,” she shrugged. “They’re done now, don’t worry.”

She handed the mace to Shimmer so she could get hold it. “You could borrow it for a while if you want. I’ve got a duplicate back home.” she gestured. 

Shimmer let out a squeak of happiness and she gently took the mace from Dem’s hands. “Oooo, this has a good weight to it…” she said.

“You know, you’re still in the dress, sooooo… may I have this dance, ma’am?” Shimmer asked, bowing slightly and outstretching her hand.

“How bout I do it anyway?”

reptilebrained-moving:

Demencia noticed and batted her eyes. 

“What’s the matter, Shimmy. Something distracting you?”

“Yuh…. yes… oh, mother of all things evil, you are amazingly sexy…”