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mysteriesmuse · 5 days
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i think what’s on a person’s nightstand is very telling so reblog this and put in the tags the things you have on your nightstand
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mysteriesmuse · 10 days
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I’ve got that performance high and the adrenaline keeps coming in waves still!! I had a recital tonight and the performance was SOOOO GOOD. People kept telling me I looked beautiful and that I sounded beautiful and it’s like been just THE best day.
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mysteriesmuse · 14 days
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🎉👀💕🎶🌹
omg this was so fun and my aesthetic is a super fun vibe!!
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💯🙏💛🟨👍
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mysteriesmuse · 16 days
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anybody else have those moments were people in your life are trying you and you need for your fictional men to be real to just like bitch slap somebody for you?
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mysteriesmuse · 24 days
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I want to go ahead and share one of my favorite bedtime stories and the fantastical fantasy world that I flutter my eyes closed to when I’m having a good day. I used to have this app where it told me stories and I fell asleep to the raspy voices of British narrators and they would give these delightful fairytales and my favorite off this app was The White Cat. It was essentially this princess of the kingdom being sent on a scavenger hunt to collect something from all the neighboring kingdoms and learn about their allies before becoming queen. And eventually she met a young lad who was transformed into a cat. There’s also a similar French fairy tale where the princess is a cat. Anyway this is my favorite fairy tale to fall asleep to and fantasy guard/knight Katsuki is one of my favorite AUs!! And so I frequently like to imagine myself as this princess whom has been blessed with all the grace of a feline and thus always lands on her feet, which is helpful because she is prone to clumsyness. Anyway she’s sent out in a quest for some reason, but the king and queen insist on having Bakugou sent with her. Her royal knight as she traverses the neighboring kingdoms. And every evening I like to imagine them together in a different stretch of the journey and it’s always so delightful and cozy and wonderfully humorous. It’s one of those stories for me that is entirely vibes and I just can’t get into the paper, but I really wanted to share the tidbit of it that I could!
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mysteriesmuse · 24 days
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Question for the audience
Also leave in the tags what people usually compliment you on!!
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mysteriesmuse · 26 days
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I need to be able to be in the car with the bnha boys just gossiping and bitching about people. Like it’s inbetween classes midweek and we’ve gone out to grab some drive through. I’m sitting with French fries in hand and a steady beat is pumping through the radio as we sit it the car. The static hum of the AC mingling with the whizzing of cars on the road. Just fully able to decompress as we playfully tilt our converse clad toes like windshield wipers sipping on the straw of our soda. Katsuki who absolutely eats that kind of shitty friendship smack talk sessons UP. He’s leaning over to turn the radio down as you continue to talk at the red light. Katsuki always immediately jumps in to your defense and gives the best grievances in commentary to your argument. The chances are he doesn’t even know this girl, but he does recall you complaining about this same classmate a few weeks back, and on, and on. He knows she’s not good news. And the man lives for the way he verbally obliterates people in your defense. Something about hearing Katsuki do it in his natural snarl and growl has you punctuating the end of his comment with an exaggerated “thank you!!”
Shoto is buckled in for the ride as your passenger princess. he’s quickly gotten a handle on gossiping without ever having mentioned a name. He’s already shoving a fry into his mouth as you drive off down the road complaining. In the other hand, Shoto is cross-referencing Instagram, Facebook, and the like to match up names and faces himself. Once he finds it to confirm he purposefully tilts his phone under your nose and shows you the worst possible photo as their reference. He lives for the moment where you give an excited little gasp. It’s his sacred duty as the “friend of a friend” to provide a dozen infallible cover stories where together you can gracefully escape any encounters with said individuals. “Of course, love.” He’s already got his notes app pulled up to get started and he’ll crack open the drawer of manilla folders when he gets home. Izuku seems to enjoy hearing you rant on and on as he nods feverishly and passes you nuggets and French fry’s that have been lightly cooled by holding them up against the AC vents. He loves to sit and hear you talk even if you’re upset while doing it. In fact, he usually ends up admiring the strength you have to ignore the other person. Internally, Izuku is hanging onto every word and always trying to figure out the best solution to your dilemma. After your long-winded ranting is complete he’ll shake off the adoring doe eyes and now he’s offering up more than just delicious food - he’s offering up the perfect kind of comeback from the literary analysis he’s been doing this whole time. Every once in a while there’s an option he rattles off that nearly makes you choke until he frantically hands you your drink. It isn’t until you finally drink and sigh, “that’s good.” That he relaxes again and puffs up his chest at the notion of him having helped you.
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mysteriesmuse · 29 days
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anyone else agree that Katsuki Bakugou would fit so well into the role of Luke from Gilmore Girls? Like I want to write some kind of Katsuki fanfic with us being at the silly charity 24hr dance marathon.
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mysteriesmuse · 1 month
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My first post here and it’s TodoBaku with their new hairstyle :b
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mysteriesmuse · 1 month
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MusicStudent Katsuki Bakugou who’s the same grade and is a member of the ensemble you’re in this semester. As a percussionist he has a lot of spare time in his hands in orchestra and even more at a fantastic vantage point. There’s the barrier of percussion instruments that separates them onto their own little world — the set up spanning across the entire back of the rehearsal room as they all fly back and forth past each other to get to their multiple part assignments. — he’s got a lot of accessory assignments for this semester; and the fact of holding claves, triangles, swiping chimes, and slamming car engines means he’s relatively on the move. However, it also means he’s not assigned to anything during part of rehearsal — that means he can leave early at times. Which coincidentally happens to align with some of the pieces that you’re not assigned on. Not that you couldn’t perform them, but rather there’s no need for you to be there since they cut down on parts for this one piece in particular. But when you are both playing Katsuki tends to rely on his sense of time as his gaze wanders from the conductor to your chair. As he sits in the throne behind the timpani he gets the perfect view of you and your side profile. The perfect spot to overhear your light chatter - to read your micro expressions - to see the way you’ve dressed and the way you slightly mark your music. Katsuki snickers at the way you make haste to make an accusing face at the trombone players for wrong notes or overblasting tone. Katsuki twitches when he hears you frack a note waiting for the flashes of second hand embarrassment to touch your ears, but you pout and sheepishly shrug it away the only tinges of red as tingly thing in his chest. Katsuki who watches you pout your lips and talk as you slather in chapstick during the break and crack open an electrolyte powder into your water bottle and shake it up as the start of every rehearsal.
And you cradle that water bottle with you out into the hallway when you’re not needed and the two of you stand outside in the hallway together — that’s where he learned what you like to eat and drink and how you liked your boba order. And it’s on one day where the schedule declares that you’re on duty for the entire rehearsal and he isn’t that he decides to talk a walk; opening his notes app to make sure he gets your order right, your favorite flavor. And he stops at the boba truck that’s permanently parked on the right side of campus every afternoon and orders you both one. Walking back with the spring sunshine on his face and a black baseball cap sporting the university logo on it with two bobas in hand. The sweet cool breeze mingle with the chill sugary boba on his lips. The jelly tapioca pearls a familiar serotonin inviting sensation in his mouth. The calloused skin on his fingertips getting damp with the condensation - except it’s all more than worth it when he greats you after rehearsal in the room. Katsuki catches you as your packing up a red eye watching your form as the everything gets packed away into the gig bag. He waits until you’re ready and have turned for the door that he calls for you, “Oi’ I got you something,” shaking the second boba in the air. The slow and steady tortoise like walk you has speeds up as you dodge the playful fleeting fist bumps and voices of your cello and trombone friends. You flutter to a halt in the middle of the hallway. “No way, thank you ‘tsuki!”
He grins with a shrug, “You were talking about it before rehearsal and I had some off-time today. S’ no biggy.” The grin you have and the contact of your grabby hands against his has him laughing as you place your lips around the straw like a toddler. “I know you’re a purest about the instrument food thing.” After your enthuastic sip he adds, “Wanna pack up and walk around campus for a while to enjoy these?” He notes you’re dressed for it. In your cute tank top and breezy collared crochet button shirt — you worked on it all last semester and have been loathe to be found without it now that the real nice spring weather has arrived. “Yeah totally, let me put this away first and we can go!” And Katsuki watches you disappear for a few minute before you reappear and playfully knock shoulders with him as he holds the door open for you on the way out into the glorious March sunshine.
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mysteriesmuse · 1 month
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i am brainstorming and dumping ideas rn and like I am such a nerd!! 😭
low key might write a couple SUPER indulgent drabbles and such now that I’m able to enjoy the last few days of my spring break. 🌻🌷☀️
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mysteriesmuse · 1 month
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low key might write a couple SUPER indulgent drabbles and such now that I’m able to enjoy the last few days of my spring break. 🌻🌷☀️
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mysteriesmuse · 1 month
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who out thinking about the character
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mysteriesmuse · 2 months
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not to be dramatic or anything but I got to hang out with the cute boy today and we both got put in the backseat of a friends car and were squished together
like I can’t lie to you, but I ate that up. It was like almost cozy and the street lights were all cute and blurry in the rain.
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mysteriesmuse · 2 months
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y’all I sometimes hate crushes and sometimes I love having a silly little crush on a cinnamon roll. Like it’s not problematic and it probably won’t amount to anything so it’s just like nice and fun to like acknowledge Cause there’s this guy in my classes with a good mustache and cute wavy hair that also has like reddish hair sprinkled in and like let me tell you as a redhead that gets me excited 😆 lol. But anyway he’s so nice and unproblematic and like i would just love to get to know him better.
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mysteriesmuse · 2 months
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constantly daydreaming abt. Bakugou seeing me in my element doing something I love and I’m good at and just falling head over heels! Katsuki doesn’t really plan to be here. In fact he’s here to meet with his dodgy lecturer professor in office hours to go over an extra credit assignment for his honors college contract. The department building is surprising active as Katsuki storms through midafternoon, near evening — There’s a lot of club activity elsewhere on campus, but classes seem to run late on this half of campus. It’s as he’s walking through the hallway on the main floor that he hears it. Begrudgingly taking an AirPod out to identify whatever noise is interrupting his playlist only to pass by an open rehearsal in a classroom whose door to the outside is wide open on this fine spring day. “Of Fucking Course,” Bakugou grumbles, “leave the door wide open and make a ratchet.” He punctuated his sentiment with a salicious snarled expression; the unpleasant one his mother calls constipated, as he walks past, “stupid band kids.” As Bakugou gets closer he smashes the buttons to pause. Not willing to insult his playlist by having this openly interrupting it. And as the door is wide open he can see inside. And there’s this collection of about 20 or so dorky college students gathered round this one room with someone in front. Then, something that Bakugou can’t explain plants him there in the doorway for longer than a second: A hot second. As he stares at the leader in curiosity. And you’re a small one. A feminine shape of a petite height standing relaxed and firm in the center of this room. And it’s the commanding presence in your voice, the rapt attention of your peers, the dramatic press of you lips and your moving hands that reels him in momentarily.
There’s a demeanor he’s only used to observing in everyday hero’s. It’s the way your feet are pivoted and your hip cocked back as you cross your arms - with a delicious lil swell of the biceps - and elaborate. The elaborately feminine hairdo that rests well beneath the eyesight of your peers; who don’t look up at you, but clearly look up to you. It’s the contract of your lyrical cadence and curt words. There’s a rumble of laugher amoungst the room that floods into his chest from out in the hallway and Bakugou’s gaze flicks to your pleased face — a dazzling smirk that splits into your expression. A person of the people, who knows her audience and how to hit home. And it’s whatever technical jargon and strange humor coupled with pedagogy that drew him in. The results of sound after your little soapbox has him smirking and feeling secondhand pride for this little stranger who’s a badass waif with eyes and a commanding sarcasm. “Shit. she made them sound good,” He compliments in a whisper. And it’s time for him to go when people start to turn over their shoulder and look at him. And he quickly darts away, his curiosity temporarily sedated. ——— Bakugou huffs - he’ll have to schedule another meeting around this time. Just to appreciate the leadership and respect this lil’ girl has managed to wrangle from grown men of his own height and stature — now that was hot.
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mysteriesmuse · 3 months
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got treated baby today and honestly I liked it.
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