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[illicreatxm]

🛏- Your muse finds my muse napping in their bed [allie and Bryce thank y]

it’s nap time!!! || accepting!!

When Bryce had said that he was coming over to the campus after work and would see her in her dorm, Allie had been more than a little excited. Time to spend with her boyfriend? She loved that idea. She wanted to spend more time with him, honestly, but with her studies and his work and both of them being superheroes, it was a difficult thing to balance.

Heading back from her biochem class with her bag over her shoulder, she bid a quick farewell to her friends before heading for her dorm building. She quickly said hello to whoever was in the kitchen, ignoring how it was Laura casually flirting with Jesse, and passed Jodie messing with Riven in the hall before reaching her room. She gave a quick rap on the door before opening it, not knowing whether someone would be in there.

It turned out that there was someone in there, but not someone she would expect and certainly not someone who was actually allowed to be in there without permission. Though, considering who it was, she was more than willing to let him off.

Sprawled on her bed, his curls falling out of his ponytail and into his face, Bryce dozed softly. It looked as if he’d only managed to get his shoes and work jacket off before he’d collapsed, still in his dress shirt and slacks, and the bags under his eyes made him look a lot more tired than he usually appeared. Which was saying something, since he was usually better at covering that up with concealer.

Dumping her bag on the floor by her bed, she gave a soft smile before digging through her stuff for her blanket, shaking it out a little before heading over and draping it over him. Her smile widened when he shifted at the feeling of something on him and opened one eye, both eyes opening when he realised who it was.

“Allie...?” he mumbled.

“Shhhh,” she hushed as she sat down on the bed beside him. She brushed the stray strands of hair out of his face. “You’re tired. Get some rest. I’ll be back to wake you for dinner.”

“But we didn't...”

“It’s okay, we can spend time together after dinner, okay? Promise.” She leaned down and pecked him softly on the lips. “Get some sleep. I’ll be back later.” When he let his eyes drift closed again, she smiled, leaving another kiss for him on his forehead.

“I love you.”

#m: allie #{otp: love like you; bryce & allie} #[[look this fluff #this fluff is the good stuff #mmm mmm mmm yessireee #this is some gooooood stuff right here]] #astrologicallyperfect #{ask responses}

[lxgacies]

⚽ Our muses to meet at a sporting event {for vincent and kobi pls}- nxexistance

hi! nice to meet you! [accepting!] | @nxexistance

Kobi was panting as he headed off the concrete playfield, heading straight out of the cage to the street water fountain. Grabbing his water bottle from the floor as he walked, he found himself bumping into someone as he went.

“Oh, sorry, mate. Didn’t see you there.” He gave the man an awkward half-smile, tapping on his bottle nervously. Oh gosh, he smelled, and looked all sweaty, and probably looked really haggard and dirty too.

#m: kobi #{v: the real world;teen living} #nxexistance #[have my sporty boi!!!] #astrologicallyperfect #{ask responses}

[thexcourageous]

The Private Life

Closed starter with @astrologicallyperfect

Based off of: this

Bailey couldn’t believe this. She wouldn’t — if she wasn’t currently standing in front of her new dorm room with her suitcase in hand. It wasn’t like she was going to need it: here in this stupid school you had to wear uniforms, so it wasn’t like she needed any clothes from home. This fact was also fine, because she didn’t own much anyway. In almost seventeen years this was her eighteenth foster family, and quite possibly the one that she stuck around the longest with, although her wardrobe hadn’t grown from her usual couple pairs of pants and shorts, and plain sweaters and t-shirts. Those and her usual pairs of converse were (typically) enough for any occasion.

Her life was alright. She said that because they didn’t hit her as much as the others and really prioritized her schooling and activities, but Bailey just.. didn’t have the heart for the ones they forced her to do. She didn’t want to be on debate club or in college classes or the honor society. She didn’t want to join her schools soccer team — albeit that was pretty fun in the end (she actually made friends and was decently happy before they picked her up and send her to this school). Bailey wanted to code and she wanted to act and sing, but her foster parents said those were stupid hobbies. Suddenly before she knew it they were sending her off to boarding school out in the middle of nowhere. A large, religious campus that was probably about a fifteen, twenty minute drive from the nearest town, with kids who she assumed were all obsessed with god.

With the hand she’d been dealt with in life, there was no reason or care for her to believe in any of that crap. It wasn’t like she owed anyone anything. Abusive homes, separated from her brother, now feeling the way she felt about who she loved. It was all difficult. Especially after her foster parents had found out. After being caught kissing a girl (it was just a peck — an accident, she had told them), she’d been yanked out of school, hit dozens of times, and told she was going to hell. The reality was, that kiss wasn’t just an accident. That girl, a girl from her math class and science class, was the girl she had had a confusing crush on the past couple months.

In that case, she couldn’t say they sent her to boarding school over nothing. 

And now, she was here. She had managed to convince her foster parents that it was her crushes fault she had kissed her, and she didn’t want any part of it at all — Sorry Julie.. — which managed to get them off her back, but still left them heavily suspicious. As her foster mother pushed her inside for being too slow, she stumbled, looking around to see another bed and the other half of the room filled with personal items, but the person whom it belonged to was nowhere to be found. Unpacking what little she had as her parents talked desperately to a priest outside about her.. ‘situation’, Bailey turned her back, sitting against the trunk at the end of bed. Already forced into the uniform — which for the girls was a skirt, a button up shirt with a necktie, a sweater, some thigh high socks and uncomfortable mary jane shoes.

Sniffling, she quickly dried her tears, pulling on the hem of her skirt nervously. If they came in while she was crying, they’d hit her for sure. It wasn’t like her foster parents were losing anything anyway. They had a special relationship with the school, so she knew they got her in for free, but they still pretended like they didn’t; this was not only to hold something over Bailey’s head, but also the fact that they still got compensation for ‘having her in their care’ back at home. They were gaining the excess pocket money, and the fact that they didn’t have a supposed ‘troublemaker’ in their house anymore.

Bailey couldn’t bring herself to care about them. Despite being with them for almost a year now, the longest she had been with any other family, she couldn’t care about them. They were pretentious, religious, homophobic assholes who didn’t care about anyone but themselves and their supposed god. She finished unpacking before they could berate her again. Although, as she looked at the finished job, the side of the room looked just about the same as when she had come in: plain sheets, barren walls, nothing on the dresser besides her phone charger and a fake family photo (that she was going to take down after they left, she looked uncomfortable in it anyway).

No fancy tapestries, no cute pillows or blankets. Just the standard stuff. The only exception was a silly cat plush which she had stuffed under the covers for her parents not to see. That and the small diamond necklace around her neck, along with a small box in her nightstand was all she had from her original family. Her light brown hair was pushed back by a black headband that matched her skirt, and her deep green eyes were slightly rimmed with red. As soon as her parents up and left (but not before a stern talking to about not getting kicked out of school, and not doing anything ‘horrific and disgusting’ her father referring to the kiss, with a tight wrap around her wrist to make it seem serious), she found herself back to the position against the trunk.

With the sudden swing of the door though, she bolted upright and scrambled into a standing position, thinking her foster parents were back to remind her of something, holding her hands behind her back. Slightly relieved at the sight of a girl, she let out a shaky breath, but still held her defense tightly. “Who—Who are you?” Her face, almost a slight scowl, was used to warding off people she didn’t want around. “Why are you here?”

#interactions ( bailey ) #verse ( the private life ) #astrologicallyperfect #ooc// #I'm so sorry this is so long lol it's mostly background

[waywardsignns-a]

@astrologicallyperfect || Gabriel

Oh how Gabriel loved to sing! Though for the most part the man hummed whatever tune was in his head, regardless if it was an actual song or if it was just whatever his mind made up that fit the moment! In fact there were many times that his boss and good friend would hum right along with him at the bakery! Though right about now the bakery and his friend were nowhere to be seen, found walking through a quiet market place as he attempted to hunt for some peaches. With the money he did have seemingly burning a hole in his pocket, he was bent forward looking over various other fruits, rubbing his palms together as he sang mostly to himself... 

Or at least he was until he heard the radio changing the song! With a smile that only grew in size, Gabriel sang along, the beautiful tenor of his voice rising and falling with enough volume to certainly attract attention from those around him. Unfortunately, he wasn’t exactly paying the closest attention to where he was going, beginning to turn and walk with his attention still solely on the fruits that were being sold... 

Only to collide into another. His singing cutting off with a small startled sound, stumbling back and looked to the stranger with wide eyes, finding his apology sticking in his throat.

#astrologicallyperfect #I hope this works! #I left it vague cuz #I wasn't sure which muse #would work best for it? #if you need me to change it let me know #I will happily do so!

[threewinksarelic]

@astrologicallyperfect || continued.

“There’s a lot of messed up stuff that goes on around here,” Aaliyah breathed heavily, staring at the stranger next to her. “It’s best if you don’t think about it.” Her fingers drummed onto her thighs before looking back at the male next to her. “Um. It may be best if we leave.”

     “I’d fuckin’ love not to think about it, but it’s kinda hard what with the fact that they’re probably still around here, ready to ambush us at any moment.” Nick controlled his own breathing--a result of their previous run--then slightly, inch by inch, took a peek around the corner, keeping his back pressed against the wall doing so.

     It was darker than his sight could manage, and the fog definitely did not help. Was it there before? He couldn’t remember. He turned to the stranger beside him, whose name he did not yet know, but introduction would better wait. “Yeah. You ready to run some more?”

#astrologicallyperfect #i'd love to play with any of your muses! #also i'm hella more slow so orz #thread #rp:amu #{ v: Main ; }

[susicivxs]

62. Been arrested? For what? 71. Craving something? What? 88. Last person you talked to today? [[For Alex]]

Honesty hour - I’ll be honest, promise! 

62. Been arrested? For what?

“Actually, I haven’t! I always get out of the house parties before the police turn up -- it’s a skill to know exactly when they’re being called and when to get outta there.”

71. Craving something? What?

“Well, I’m at Jake’s right now so... ice cream would be good! Cookie dough ice cream would be great. But knowing Jake, the asshole has probably sprinkled peanuts around it to make sure I can’t have any if he can’t.”

88. Last person you talked to today?

“Actually, I spoke to Jake’s younger brother, Benjamin, last. He’s holding full-blown conversations now, which is pretty cute.”

#m: alex #astrologicallyperfect #asks #//having two assholes with allergies is funny #and dangerous #if alex even touches the dairy to make fun of jake #jake tries to choke him with peanuts #it's not safe #this is why they have allie and jodie and obed #to keep them alive

[allie-jayne-leister]

100. How are you feeling? 101. Do you type fast? 102. Do you regret anything from your past?

Honesty hour! (I promise I’ll be honest!)

100. How are you feeling?

“...Not too bad, I guess. I mean, I guess I have a lot of studies and so I’m a little bit overwhelmed... but otherwise I feel fine.”

101. Do you type fast?

“Yeah, I guess I do. I mean, I tend to have a lot to do so I need to type quickly to get it all out there. I think quickly. Otherwise I forget everything that I wanted to get out. I’ve also practiced a lot, so that helps a lot.”

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

“...Yes, I do. But... it’s not anything I can just talk about on here so...”

#muse #asks #astrologicallyperfect #//finally getting to these lmao

[hatbcy-blog]

@astrologicallyperfect || Music Starters

“Shotgun for a tongue but says just what she likes...” Oh, girl you're the devil!”

#astrologicallyperfect #:; pfft she's no devil maddy #|| 🎩 || ×× MAD AS A HATTER (IC) #|| 🎩 || ×× INHERENTLY MAD (Main Verse)

[andipxndy-writes]

Help Me - Alex & Aiko

[[Hi so I wrote this in literally less than an hour today because I was inspired by an ask I just answered. Aiko belongs to @sxpersquad!!!]]

Help Me

Riiiiiiiiiiiiing!

Eyelids drew back over unseeing eyes, and Alex took a deep breath. Three months. That’s how long it had been.

That’s how long it had been since he’d last seen the ceiling he should be staring up at now. Since he’d seen the light filtering in through the blinds to wake him up naturally instead of an alarm doing the job. Since he’d seen Aiko’s face – Aiko who was still sleeping softly beside him.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself up, throwing off the covers before slowly getting to his feet.

Step one: success.

He spent the next few moments feeling the carpet with his feet before he actually started moving, shuffling slowly in the direction he hoped was the bathroom, his arms spread out so that he didn’t bump into anything. It took a few minutes longer than he’d hoped, and a good few bumps into walls and doors, but he finally made it.

Step two: success.

Shuffling in, the dramatic change from carpet to tile was a shock. The floor had never felt colder, and it was far too easy to shuffle across such a slipper floor. If he could only make it to the sink, just to freshen up a bit. Brush his teeth, because he wasn’t hungry and probably wouldn’t eat breakfast again. Luckily, he felt the sink basin before he hit it, and slid forward slowly until he was up against it.

Step three: success.

This was going well. Maybe this morning would work. Maybe he’d be able to get through his morning like he should – normally and without trouble. Today was the day, right?

Sliding his hands up until he felt the wall behind the sink, he started feeling around for the glass holding the toothbrushes.

“Alex?”

He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the voice. “Fuck, Aiko!”

“Good morning to you too.” He heard her step softly into the bathroom behind him. “You need any—”

“I can do it myself,” he responded stubbornly, going back to focusing on finding his toothbrush. He knew it was around there somewhere.

“Are you sure? I can—”

“I’m fine, Aiko.”

He had to do it. This was his morning. He had to do it this morning, or he’d never be able to do it and he would be a failure and for once in his fucked up life he needed this to go right and—

His hands were moving about more frantically than they should be. He knew they were. But he didn’t realise the consequences until he felt his hand hit the exact toothbrush glass he had been searching for, followed by the crash of breaking glass. His hands froze in place.

No… no… no…

Not again. For fuck’s sake not again.

He just about managed to catch himself on the side of the sink before dissolving into sobs. He couldn’t… he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t get anything right. Not whilst he could see, and certainly not whilst he was blind. He was useless. He couldn’t even brush his teeth. He deserved to rot alone without anyone there to care for him and—

His sobs quietened when he heard running water, and he soon realised it was coming from the very sink he was leaning against. And then he felt one of his hands being guided. He tried to pull away from Aiko’s grip. He didn’t need her help. He didn’t want—

“There.”

His hand clenched around the toothbrush. The one he’d been looking for. But…

“It’s on the side of the sink, Alex. Always. You leave it there, you idiot.”

He took a shuddered breath, pulling himself up and offering what he hoped looked like a smile. A smile that didn’t reflect how empty, how lost he felt without his sight.

And if he could see, he would’ve seen the tears of pain on Aiko’s face, reflecting the thickness in her voice.

#muse development: alex parker #universe development: supers academy #written for: astrologicallyperfect #writing: rp writings #writing: mine #[here have some angst]

[illicreatxm]

🦐- Your muse finds mine napping off a large meal/feast [jake and gabs]

it’s nap time!!! || accepting!! 

Big meals together were always fun for the super kids, as they called themselves. Even though they weren’t exactly kids, but all of them were young adults about to start their jobs saving lives and living their own. But yeah, the big meals between the whole group were really nice and really fun. Of course, the Brits didn’t celebrate Thanksgiving, because it wasn’t exactly their thing, and apparently Aleshia didn’t particularly like celebrating it, but there were other times of year that they could have big feasts.

Take, for example, a birthday. Some of them didn’t really like having big deals being made out of their birthdays, like Hahnna. But when James got involved, the group had no choice but to go all out and cook food and bake a cake for her. It was fun, and it was sweet, and at the end of the day they were all pleased with not only how the meal and little party went but with how much fun they actually had together when they weren't training or going for each other's throats.

It had, of course, happened to be Hahnna’s birthday evening, after their big meal, when Gabbie found him. Jake had just disappeared after they’d all eaten and chatted until late, but by the time Gabbie had realised some of the others had disappeared too. Some had gone off to watch a movie together in Link and Riven’s room, others were just chilling in the kitchen and clearing up. Jake was in neither of those places, and Gabbie knew there was no way Jake would have gone with Jesse and Laura up to the roof.

When she eventually found him, he had dozed off with Alex and Obed in the lounge area, the three of them having been involved in all of the massive food shopping and heavy lifting for the evening. Of course, Dylan and Ezra had helped but... you know. These three had apparently also stuffed their faces. Shaking her head, Gabbie jumped a little when she heard laughter from behind her, and turned to see Aleshia there, smiling at the sight.

“Idiots couldn’t stay up a couple more hours to help us, huh?”

Gabbie gave her own little giggle. “I guess not.” Heading over to Jake, she brushed a couple of stray strands of hair out of his face before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Do we let them sleep down here?”

“We can get them up in a couple of hours.”

The pair grabbed the spare blankets laying about the lounge and draped them over the boys, and Gabbie gave Jake one last soft kiss on the forehead before heading off to help with the clearing up. After all it wasn’t going to do itself.

#m: jake #{otp: i promise i love you; jake & gabbie} #[[jake stuffing himself full of food that doesn't flare up his intolerance #that's the dream #no worrying about him being in the toilet]] #astrologicallyperfect #{ask responses}

[lxgacies]

🎉 Our muses to meet at a party {for afua and gabe pls}-nxexistance

hi! nice to meet you! [accepting!] | @nxexistance 

Afua was grinning as she walked around, glass of champagne in hand. She couldn’t believe it. This was her big break! Some random person had just spotted her off the street and asked her to play at this big party? This was amazing!

Maybe this would get her more gigs…

Reaching one of the buffet tables, she glanced towards the guy beside her, who was picking through some of the foods. “Hey, uh, what’s that?” she pointed to a random dish. It looked kinda good, but she wanted to make sure it would taste good too.

#m: afua #{v: the real world;ya living} #nxexistance #[here's my affie!!!!] #astrologicallyperfect #{ask responses}

[yxkanna-a]

@astrologicallyperfect said: Nvm this conversation is my favorite thing

DON’T ENCOURAGE HIM,

#ooc #mun thoughts #astrologicallyperfect #we're snapchatting back and forth and i think about 10 years have been taken off my previous lifespan

[hello-hellhound-blog]

Griffin and Sky, SFW headcannon: 1,2,7

Headcanons Meme! Send a ship + a number (specify sfw or nsfw)

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@astrologicallyperfect

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1. Dating Headcanon

Skylar and Griffin took a while to click.

While having similar interested, but very different views on things, it was quite hard for these two to see eye-to-eye. However, the more that Skylar hung out (or teased) Griffin, the more her heart seemed to thaw from it’s frozen state. Griffin was just too sweet and shy to hate and being a total bitch to. And now, with Skylar and Griffin together, they seem like an unstoppable pair!

But it seemed that getting together took almost no time at all.

2. Dinner Headcanon

Skylar and Griffin don’t go out for dinner often.

Skylar usually likes to make dinner for the two of them if they ever decide to have a date. Dates, to Skylar, aren’t really that important but it seems that Griffin has a different view. Almost every two months, these two will have date night. Skylar usually likes to cook for Griffin to show him how she is improving and what she is trying to improve in. Though, she doesn’t mind the occasional restaurant visit.

When they do, Skylar usually takes Griffin to a 5 Star, and pays for them as well, even though Griffin usually get’s a pit pissy and embarrassed since he’s all about the ‘man paying the bills’

7. Kissing Headcanon

Kissing is a very essential part of the relationship.

Skylar and Griffin kiss at least 21 times per week, three times a day. Skylar can’t seem to go a minute without showing Griffin affectionate, nonetheless receiving it. It’s just a clingy attitude that Skylar has, as she is very thirsty for any kind of affectionate attention. She likes to be reassured that Griffin still likes, maybe even loves, her, and likes to reassure him as well. 

Skylar and Griffin can’t even go a day without having to give each other sweet little pecks.

#//sorry this is late bab! I was stuck on mobile and wanted to wait till i got my comp <3 ;-; #Main Verse! #astrologicallyperfect

[thesundowncrew]

Woooww!! Lots of positive responses for Sammy's pic last night! Thank you so much you guys!! This was wonderful to wake up to~ And extra love to those who reblogged it too, I appreciate that a lot ❤ @everafrost idk man i also find it really aesthetically pleasing?? Maybe bc his face is very symmetrical in this one? The glow is not intense but soft like a candle flame? Idk idk @astrologicallyperfect pls love my nerdy ghoul boi, he has been through a lot and is very tired @offxthebeatenpath i cried too 😭 thank you so much!!!

#everafrost #astrologicallyperfect #offxthebeatenpath #ooc #just wanted to respond to all the loveliness

[susicivxs]

43. Do you smile at strangers? 46. What are you paranoid about? 50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? [[For Obed?]]

Honesty hour - I’ll be honest, promise!

43. Do you smile at strangers?

“Um... sometimes? I guess it depends on whether I’m in a smiling mood? A lot of strangers don’t smile back at me. Probably because they think I’m some sort of big black thug.”

46. What are you paranoid about?

“...Aleshia not liking me back as much as I like her. Allie tells me to stop worrying about it, but I can’t help it. It’s hard when she’s so pretty and could get pretty much any guy she wanted. At least, that’s what I think.”

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

“Grey. It’s a Nike hoodie, and I thought it would be cold outside but it turned out to be kinda humid so I rolled the sleeves up. Aleshia says she really likes it when I do that.”

#m: obed #asks #astrologicallyperfect #//this boy is such a dork i swear #he's so cute #i don't show him enough love

[allie-jayne-leister]

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What a precious baby

r u talkin about me or allie bc i’ll take either one

#astrologicallyperfect #ooc