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twilight-red-mage · 6 years

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Body Aesthetics: Conrad Murgleys

Bold what applies.

[ BODY ] Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

[ HEIGHT ] Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

[ SKIN ] Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

[ EYES ] Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold. Hazel. Crimson. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

[ HAIR ] Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Layered. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Ash brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

[ TATTOOS / PIERCINGS ] Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

[ COSMETICS ] Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

[ SCENT ] Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturiser. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Cold. Fresh. Metal. Rain.

[ CLOTHES ] Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. High slit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colours. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

[ SHOES ] Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes. Leather boots.

Tagged by: @dex-ffxiv and @azure-et-aurum! Thank you both so much!

Tagging: @actualkomodo @aethernoise @coeurlfist @khabataaq-buduga @cahli-tia @twinfoxx @nihil242 @claihn @garlean-nonsense @rei-sekiro @fhawnmillahn @home-halone @cyrillien @galespider @celestial-opposition @grumpy-limsan-customs-cat @pearlescent-scales @mai-takeda @vianne-solainteau @silent-dragon @divine-ruin @umbrarum-xiv @eorzeanincubus @oukaori and YOU!!!!!!!!

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #conrad murgleys #tagged prompt

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under-the-blood-moonlight · 6 years

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Physical Attributes

[ BODY ]

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass.Bubble butt. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

[ HEIGHT ]

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

[ SKIN ]

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

[ EYES ]

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold. Hazel. Crimson. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

[ HAIR ]

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Layered. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Ash brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

[ TATTOOS / PIERCINGS ]

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

[ COSMETICS ]

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

[ SCENT ]

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturiser. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Cold. Fresh. Metal. Rain.

[ CLOTHES ]

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt.Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. High slit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater.Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colours. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

[ SHOES ]

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots.Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes. Leather boots.

[Wrath under the cut]

[ BODY ]

[ HEIGHT ]

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

[ SKIN ]

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

[ EYES ]

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold. Hazel. Crimson. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

[ HAIR ]

[ TATTOOS / PIERCINGS ]

[ COSMETICS ]

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time [if you count the blood of his enemys]. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

[ SCENT ]

[ CLOTHES ]

[ SHOES ]

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots.Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes. Leather boots.

tagged by @kael-haustefort-xiv thank you so much

tagging @kyrie-silverwings @a-n-t-i-q-u-a-t-e-d @garlean-nonsense feel free to ignore

#character meme #\ o /#Niqesse de Nox #Wrath de Lith #Physical Attributes

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atlasmaggot · 6 years

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tagged by @crowscream to do oc shit even tho they know damn well i have too many ocs to choose from for this type of nonsense (ily and thank u for indulging my need to never shut up about all of them)

im gonna tag uhhhhhhh

@lamecifer and @trollingbatterwitch there

bold the shit that applies to ur oc of choice

today im gonna do.......... Nicodemus Spyre!

BODY

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Average waist.Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. thin fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders.Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight (for their height). Overweight.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm.171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s)???. Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS

SCENT

CLOTHES

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace.Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colours. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

SHOES

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

#oc shit #nox #nico is one of my ocs going thru heavy changes due to Reasons #but hes still a small bitch that will always be the same #the tattoo is more of a brand than a tattoo thanks xavier

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camjinet · 4 years

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200423 | #rec-hall

( image cover. ) — location: quixotic camping trip event / island.

AT: (* the days leading up to the trip, she’d done all she could to keep busy, even when she felt sore, when cramps tried to take reign, or whenever her irritability spiked. a cup of tea, a walk, dancing, even an unnecessary trip to the market for the smallest thing, willingly wearing a shirt of an upper rank in doing so. what was the concept of weakness anymore when she was more aware of herself, of her current position, anyway? when she’d heard of the rec hall, her first thought was of the acoustics. figuring out how to connect to the bluetooth had been easy enough and she was glad she’d added more music to her library before they left, that she’d brought along her favorite black legging and sports bra set too. stretching her arms above her head, she lets touch by little mix play at first, the first few counts already on her mind as she uses the bar to continue stretching )

CM: ( ; whether it was out of pure habit, curiosity, or simply the need for something to do that wasn't just idly wandering the camping grounds, he found himself looking into the windows of the rec hall. the amusement in his throat released him of the hollow feeling in his chest. how many times was he going to see athena through a window and want to join her? watching her try to set up the music, he jogged over the side and inside with the bite of his tongue. at least for this one thing, dancing, he could do well, and maybe they'd make a good duet. — knocking the door with nonsensical rhythm was more of an announcement of his excited arrival than of permission. ) mind if i join ya? ( ; he perks a brow up, and the bashful smile on his face is more of his asking for permission, even as he tries to convince her with the smooth glide of his feet further into the hall—offering out a hand as the song starts getting into its chorus. )

AT: (* blonde hair cascading over her shoulder, she looks up at the sound of the knock, though the scent had been a dead giveaway and tension drops in her shoulders when she'd noticed. it hadn't been the first time his scent was comforting this close to heat but she wouldn't have normally paired it with that smile, with the sight of cam asking permission to dance with her. there's the slightest crinkle of her forehead, of eyes squinting so briefly it's barely discernible, and the biting of her lower lip but, despite that, leg slipping from the bar, she's already placing her hand in his, curious how one dances as two to this song,, amusement already glimmering in her eyes at the thought of him doing the choreography she'd learned recently ) only if i get to lead (* she teases, sliding a step over to the right and tugging him along with her, laughing as she lifts their hands, spinning underneath his arm, blonde and pink tresses fanning out before she stops, quirking a brow at him to make the next move )

CM: ( ; part of him is nervous that athena will only decline his very presence and maybe not necessarily shoo him, but give some other indication of not wanting him to be there. so he's far too aware that he's watching her every movement and expression to find confirmation for it. but when his hand gets taken, he tries not to mentally kick himself for being so silly. but at that, is it way too cheesy that he bows as if they'll in some gala and everyone else is dancing to changing partners? ) lead away, bubblegum. i'll follow. ( ; and he does just that right away with a lighter heart at the sight and sound of her laugh. ) does this mean you prepared something? ( ; he raises an amused brow in question, especially with the anticipation of not having seen her dance before. )

AT: (* the bow he offers reminds her of lighter days, of dancing and running in flower fields, of sleeping peacefully in meadows compared to how she struggles to sleep most nights. it reminds her of a time she used to let loose more often, when taking someone's hand didn't seem so terrifying but it's easier when it's cam, when she thinks, for now, she doesn't have to let go. body swaying, she admittedly isn't much of a choreographer herself, but she wishes she was in this moment because, while she'd love to see cam attempt the ballon technique, she just can't picture it ) i have, but you (* slipping her hand briefly from his to poke at his chest, taking another spin despite it no longer matching the rhythm of the song, moving for the sake of it at this point ) should be on the dance floor instead of watching

CM: so- ( ; unsure of his movements when he gets poked, he sends a confused gaze towards the wolf. is there something he's expected to do? listening to the song a bit more, having already sort of memorized the chorus by now, he lets out a chuckle. ) is that an order? ( ; he doesn't wait for an answer as the chorus starts up again and he honestly just wants to dance to how catchy it sounds—thinking he's never heard this song before, but he recognizes the voices. ) what's the name of this? ( ; even as he's asking, his lower torso and particularly his feet move along to the beat with natural sense that he idly wonders whether he dances just as well when he's high of whatever drink the club has. )

AT: yes (* she agrees all too easily, grinning before letting go, taking steps back towards where she'd left her phone ) it's touch by little mix (* gaze occasionally slipping back to him, to how he dances, she can't recall seeing him like this. then again, had they ever gone to a club together? danced together? but when had she let anyone else see this either? just how much she loves to dance, how it's just easier to laugh, to smile, breathe if she does ) what kind of songs do you dance to? come on, i'm curious. gimme a song, show me your best moves. that's the only 'order' i have (* holding up a hand to make quotation marks with her fingers, she wiggles the hand holding her phone too ) or do i get to pick?

CM: ( ; he purses his lips, pleasantly surprised by the quick and assertive answer. ) ah, i know them then. ( ; he turns around on the spot right as the bridge hits, as if he's ready for some sort of amazing dance number, except he's got nothing but club moves. looking over athena with new perspective, the whole outfit seems like it was ready to be worn for far longer than this, and how it fit her too well for it to just be some random set to put on. ) you dance? like, formally? ( ; getting hit with another question in return, he feigns contemplation--arms crossed and head tilted as his blond bangs fall over his eyes. best moves, huh? he unclasps his arms and hands, as if to present something; in this case all the open space as he ended up standing in the center of the room somehow. ) how about zedd's the middle?

AT: oh you do? one of your many human conquests? (* she teases, glancing at him with a smug grin, turning her head away only to hide a laugh but his question sobers her a little. biting her lower lip, she tilts her head to the side, blonde tresses still too loose if she really wanted to dance the choreography her friend had worked so hard on ) define formally (* brow lifting at the song title, she swears it's familiar. just what kind of dance does he plan on showing her. typing it into her phone, she pulls up the song, the first few notes filling the room as she sets her phone down again, failing to conceal how rosy lips curl as she watches him prepare, standing in the middle like a character in a video game's waiting screen. cute. she's already mouthing the words, hands on the bar behind her as she leans back )

CM: human conquests, huh? is that what they call it? ( ; he didn't expect any response to it--a mere passing remark. but as he reaches up to rub his nape in amused contemplation, the immediate image of a crowded bar and dancefloor he probably had never seen empty came to mind. the fleeting recollections of humans he's been with blur in his mind more than ever, though he suspects that it's the barrier of getting so high to even make memories anymore. he glances over to the window he'd seen the other from. it's not like this glass was scent-poof, but he looked for any stray eyes and ears anyway. ) formally, you know like- ( ; he reverted his attention back to athena, having found nothing usual of the sort outside. ) like with professional training. maybe did some performances. ( ; when the song he suggested plays, there's a bit of build up to get a feel for the song. he mouths the words like it's his own song he's trying not to sing; letting the ease of movements come out of him. he even closes his eyes as he dances along, nothing really to see, he thinks, but he's feeling the music with every beat. finding himself moving closer to the wolf, he meets athena's eyes with a curl of his lips as the chorus starts; feeling the strangest that he's alone in this space. ) gonna dance with me now? show me what real dancing looks like? ( ; he grins, a hand out to offer. )

AT: who’s they? (* the words are fleeting, of little importance though it reminds her of something that comes to mind so often — that cam is a beta. that there is likely no one in the pack he doesn’t know, doesn’t care for to some extent, because she might’ve childishly called him out for his nighttime activities but he’s done his job, does it well. lately, whenever she sees him, whenever she thinks she’s this close to deciding she should leave, she remembers that cam is one of the reasons she’s stayed for so long, why she’d gone from avoiding adding personal touches to her room when she first moved in to her room adorned in shades of pinks and flowers, everything about her preferences that didn’t change over the years even as she did.

it should feel suffocating, she thinks, because, in the end, he’s a beta, the same rank as someone she trusted that destroyed everything she knew and had. even as the music fills the room, the metronome in the background impossible to ignore, somehow the truth is deafening: that it took one beta to destroy her concept of home and another to help foster it again, from the ashes so she could find the confidence to burn brightly again, color in her hair and a fire in her eyes.

his question is left unanswered because when the thrum of the music returns to her, when the blood seems to stop rushing to her ears, when she seems to breathe again, letting this revelation float away with the movement in the room ) —

(* his hand is extended to her again and the decision she makes is two-part. one is taking his hand and the other is to let go of everything else, lyrics winding around her heart whether the choice was intentional or not. why don’t you just meet me in the middle —

it feels like the first time she’s been so self-conscious of grabbing his hand, hoping, wishing her palms aren’t sweaty, that her heart is racing faster at the thought of showing someone else another piece of her past, of a love for dancing that got her through the years she was alone. pulling him closer to her, hands on his shoulders to guide him to where she’d been watching him, her grin growing as the distance closes —

i’m losing my mind just a little. excitement flows through her, fingertips brushing against his jaw where it trails off just below his ear when she tells him ) i can dance for you first

(* pulling away, she takes a few steps back, flipping her hair with an airy touch, a loose tendril framing her face. letting the music fill her mind, from head to toe, taking a deep breath before, the smile on her lips is unmistakable — so why don’t you just meet me in the middle, in the middle.

the song itself was so catchy, the metronome, each note of the snare drum, of the cymbal, makes it easier to match each one with a flourish of arm movements, precise motions that find their own flow with the song.

baby, why don’t you just meet me in the middle — with the swaying of hips, hair flips that she absolutely loves, blonde and pastel pink fanning out behind her, falling back into place with a well-practiced tilt of her head, she loses herself to the song more and more.

i’m losing my mind just a little, so why don’t you just meet me in the middle, in the middle — fingers running through her hair, she guides her dancing back to him, and, with brimming confidence, takes his hand without asking, pulling him back further out onto wooden floor to dance with her now — oh, take a step, back for a minute into the kitchen )

CM: ( ; there’s always such a split in attention with him that he wonders, when he’s out by the river at night or on the highlands and feeling the south winds on his bare skin, whether he’s really paying attention to everything. and he never does. things come and go, experiences come and go, and he becomes so indifferent to them that he’s frozen in place when asked about an opinion on it. so he doesn’t talk. there’s really nothing to say. so even now, he’s catching himself in lost thought. realizing that this moment between him and athena aren’t just passing memories, but something to immerse himself with. with the song alone, he’s listened to it so many times now that he knows the lyrics, yet this is the first time he’s really listens to what’s being said—and it’s a shock. it shows in his glassy eyes and slack grip of himself. though nothing too bad, he thinks, as athena pulls him in with a touch only to rescind. okay, he whispers just enough for her to hear. what follows is certainly more than he expects. then again, he’s never seen her dance before, so what was there to compare it to? arms crossed loosely, his head and eyes seem to travel with the figure. soon finding that the lyrics seem to be so unintentionally intentional for him to choose, particularly between them, and so he watches with amazement—wishing he could’ve seen this much earlier in their time together. some ways through the number, he blanks out of the song and only sees athena, how every bit of her seemed to tell a story he might never get to know. so it baffles him when he gets pulled in again; eyebrows raised in question, but he huffs out a smile. end of the story, he thinks. ) talk about showin’ a fella up. you bet your colored curls i’m going to find more excuses to see you dance. ( ; but the song still has a way’s way to finish, and sharing the floor with such talent sends waves of energy surge through him; making every move he makes a bit sharper than before. though it doesn’t last long, not when he just wants to go at this like he’s always done and enjoy how the melody takes him. by the time the song ends, he’s got his hands rested gently on her hips in full attempt at keeping her close; breathing a little slower as his stormy gray meet deep brown and luminous gold head on. ) thank you for sharing this part of you with me. ( ; he breathes out in a whisper. )

AT: (* how did we get into this mess, got so aggressive, i know we meant all good intentions — their conversations grow lighter since the day in the bakery, relief and elation washing over her at his words, at the mention of her hair, at even the slightest hint of how playful they were before, at the idea of doing this again, of spending more time together. it’s only when she started seeing him even less that she realized how much she enjoyed it. the dancing is surprising too, how his energy picks up, almost surges between them, and she can’t help smiling and laughing throughout despite the heavier notes of the song. as the song builds up, slips into its coda, she feels herself letting go again, of what happened between them, of the past, of her own past, and she focuses on the moment again, on the present and how cam tethers her there, in this space, in this time, in the way his hands rest on her hips and it’s got her breath hitching, caught up in the storm that is him all over again. she’d once thought he was the one in the middle of the storm, a little chaotic but able to withstand anything because he’s the same cam she’s run through forests with, jumped off cliffs with, but it’s her and she sees it now in his eyes, that a whisper is a strong current bringing her in, all too willing to wander into the eye of the storm if it means being this close to him again, if she can trail her hands over broad shoulders, fingers weaving into blond locks as she leans in. the slightest pull guiding his forehead to rest against hers, lips parted as she struggles for the right words. so much to say, not enough courage when she feels so captivated, so locked in place by his gaze. how could she say it all? that she should be thanking him, for not giving up on her, for still being around, for seeing her in this exact moment, for the sheer fact that, without initially recognizing it, she didn’t hesitate to show him because it’s him, that she can trust him with this much. exhaling gently, she moves a hand to cup his cheek, having finally settled on this: ) i trust you, i’m sorry if i made you doubt that before (* and sorry that she doubted it too )

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BODY.

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame ( 5 ft 4 or shorter ). Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT.

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. (with legs) 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN.

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled.

EYES.

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR.

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Buzz cut. Bald. Jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s).

COSMETICS.

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.

SCENT.

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal.

CLOTHES.

Jeans. Tight pants. Over knee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors. Fur. Faux fur.

SHOES.

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

#;about muse

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