//usually i think about what it would be like to have a boyfriend
and other times i’m like wait what about a girlfriend
and then i’m like
god damn i want one
Send “Don’t you remember?” for my muse’s reaction to waking up in a hospital with no memory of your muse, themselves or their life
He stared desperately at the stranger, trying to figure out something, anything, he couldn’t even remember his own name or where he was or why he was there. All he knew was that his head hurt like mad and that his back and shoulders felt strange, like there was extra weight there.
And then it moved.
Leaning forward in a panic, he twisted around to see a mess of- no. No. No, why were there bones? And all sorts of tendons and things that looked like they ought to be inside something? Skin, perhaps? He caught sight of a few ragged feathers and a choked cry escaped him; this wasn’t normal, this wasn’t normal at all, humans weren’t supposed to have wings… and even if they were they certainly they weren’t supposed to look like this.
Beginning to feel sick, he looked back to the boy in front of him. “Wh-what- what am I?” He whimpered, terrified.
Ducking his head, he muttered, “I am sorry to hear that.” He couldn’t help but wonder, though, whether he might have known her - how many angels were there? It could be himself and a few others, it could be hundreds, thousands, millions… After a moment he added, “If I may ask… where are you from?”
The silence that followed seemed to be quieter than before, more evident than the times before. “It’s called Terrasol,” Griffin admitted quietly. “Land of the sun. It was named that because when the sun rises and sets the land looks ablaze like the surface of the sun.”
"It sounds beautiful," Jehoel replied, trying to picture such a scene. "Are there others like y- us there?" He’d corrected himself hastily, still trying to come to grips with the whole idea. Even if he’d been this way his whole life, it didn’t feel right. An angel. No, he couldn’t possibly be one, didn’t they have some sort of special power? Besides the voices - which he still couldn’t quite seem to shut off - he felt nothing, nothing unusual anyway.
//some guy’s phone just went off with a rooster crow I’m
oh so over fall break I talked to my dad
who gave in he fucking gave in he DID IT
IM FUCKING GOING TO ENGLAND
The Southern Spiral Galaxy
//when you forget for a sec that mobile means no xkit which usually means parts of the human body you did not have the desire to see that day
PSA: IF WE’RE IN A MUTUAL AND YOU WANT TO THROW A STARTER AT ME BECAUSE YOUR MUSE WANTS MINE OR YOU JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY IN GENERAL —- JUST DO IT. I PROMISE, I’LL SCREAM WITH HAPPINESS IF YOU DO. YOU’RE NOT BOTHERING ME ; I WANT TO ROLEPLAY WITH ALL OF THE PEOPLE I FOLLOW. OKAY, YOU’RE ALL WONDERFUL. PCE.
"I got the answer right but then I changed it" -an autobiography
pds? pms? either way, you’re rabid.