#dianne’s musings

[oculusxcaro]

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Send 👀 to find out how much my muse would like to _____ yours

Get to know: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Befriend: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Date: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Make love with: NEVER! (respectfully) | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Hook up with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Protect: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Help: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Stop: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Kill: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS!

Wally was pretty cute, Khare would give him that. He'd caused quite the stir during his first visit when he ordered all the eggs and bacon, and by that, he really did mean all the eggs and bacon. He ate enough to feed a small army and effectively broke the breakfast menu that day, a record that had not been broken before (and after) he walked through the diner doors that day. They hadn't interacted much beyond Wally stopping by for breakfast but Khare found his visits entertaining enough. He was funny, kind-hearted and a real sweetheart even going as far as taking all the dirty dishes back to the kitchens so she didn't have to carry them. She'd insisted it was her job, but before she could blink an eye, the plates were all gone and by the time she got to the kitchen to see where they'd actually gone, they were all sparkling clean, standing up in their racks ready to be reused again. It still had her scratching her head, just how Wally gotten the plates to the kitchen out back so fast and washed them, disappearing only to leave money for his bill with tip included. She'd really love to get to know him more the next time he showed up at Pauli's, if he showed up again.

#celerem #memes ;; how much my muse would x yours #Sorry this was a bit short! #It was fun to answer though #Listen tho Dianne we have got to interact more #I LOVE your Wally and honestly still laughing about their interaction before #Can't believe that was way much in August where the hell does the time go? #Hopefully you were okay with this response #I figured Wally was in his civilian duds and Khare's not quite bright or savvy enough to guess anything more than he was just REALLY hungry #Eating a hundred plus eggs and a stack of bacon 😂 #Khare: It was a bit of an odd order but nothing unusual... right? #Sorry Wally she won't sleep with you #She doesn't know it (yet) but she likes the DILFS #She'll have eggs and bacon for you anyday though!

[joannerowling]

i'm just disappointed that the fandom latched onto the marauders and teens and do the most boring gay male ships imaginable out of them while basically no one but me thinks that the dynamic between lily and petunia is interesting to explore. disappointed but not surprised, because i know the fandom thinks writing (bad, homophobic) out of character yaoi is more fun than exploring literally any female characters (especially if they can't write sex into it). disappointed nonetheless.

You and me both. I'm doubly interested in Lily and Petunia's relationship because i can't stop myself from comparing it to Jo and her sister Dianne's relationship. (Truly, in general, siblings relationships fly under the radar a lot in this fandom, it's all about shipping, but when you look at canon the deepest and messiest dynamics are all familial. And it makes sense for a child lit series, i think! Fairy tales follow that very pattern, romantic issues rarely feature in them, even when the pursuit of a love interest is central to the plot; whereas parents and siblings are more complex, they can be the hero's strongest ally or enemy.)

Anyways, i'm endlessly fascinated by the fact that Jo mimicked her own familial structure with the Evans specifically, and the character she put in her own position - the older sister - is Petunia, who is jealous of her younger, prettier and kinder sister and of her literal magical powers.

I mean, it could have been the opposite, right? The older sister could have been Harry's talented and beloved deceased mother, but that's not the choice Jo made. We'll never know if she did it consciously or not but imo it kinda gives out a self-deprecating nature. I'm only speculating but it's possible she at some point shared some of the feelings of resentment Petunia has for Lily. We know from interviews that the Rowlings had a bizarre way of referring to their daughters as "the Smart One" (Jo) and "the Pretty One" (Dianne) which without overblowing it doesn't feel like something that would have been good for either of their self-esteem.

However, unlike Lily and Petunia, JKR and her sister are very close, in fact Dianne Rowling was the one who helped her after her first marriage ended and she came back to the UK. She dedicated Philosopher's Stone to her (alongside her mother and daughter). So perhaps she built Petunia as a version of herself that could have existed had she been unable to move on from old hurt or rivalry (again, all of that is speculative and my own musings).

Regardless of biographical connections, i find Petunia a very compelling character. Vernon Dursley is a great caricature (whose echoes continue to entertain in Jo's later adult books), but Petunia feels real past the satire. The way i see her, she's a deeply self-hating person who clings to "normalcy" because she feels abnormal inside. People don't naturally like her, she doesn't have Lily's charisma and easy personality, she's difficult. When she calls Lily a "freak", it's obviously a projection, she uses the insult she secretly would apply to herself. It doesn't make her too dissimilar from the likes of Hermione (especially since Hermione was supposed to have a little sister too!), and so i can't help but find her a bit sympathetic, despite her terrible life choices, cowardice and refusal to self-reflect. Much like Snape, she was terrible to Harry but she also saved his life.

#replies #anon #petunia dursley #and i would have more to say about lily and why she's also very interesting though we have little of her #but i'd best stop this post there before it becomes too long

[west1rosi]

STARTER CALL: MAIN TIMELINE.

like   this   post   for   a   starter   from   one   of   the   muses   of   main timeline of asoiaf.   if   you   are   a   multimuse,   please   specify   your   muses.   make   sure   to   also   choose   one   of   mine   or   at   least,   choose   a   few   for   me   to   pick   from.   only   liking   and   not   specifying   will   be   ignored.

muse list of main asoiaf timeline era:

lord tywin lannister. faceclaim : charles dance.

lady elyra brax (oc). faceclaim : jessica alexander.

king viserys iii targaryen. faceclaim : harry lloyd.

king robert baratheon. faceclaim: mark addy.

princess orysa baratheon (oc). faceclaim : jennie jacques.

gendry baratheon. faceclaim : joe dempsey.

theon greyjoy. faceclaim : alfie allen.

captain indya sunderly (oc). faceclaim : jessie mei li.

lady myranda royce. faceclaim :  yuliya khlynina.

lord ned stark. faceclaim : sean bean.

lady catelyn stark. faceclaim : michelle fairley.

queen jeyne westerling. faceclaim :  synnove karslen.

lord asher forrester. faceclaim : liam mcintyre.

lady mara mormont (oc). faceclaim : matilda de argelis.

lady jeyne poole. faceclaim : elinor crowley.

wylla manderly. faceclaim : alice agneson.

val of the free folk. faceclaim : frida gustavsson.

prince doran martell. faceclaim : alfredo castro.

prince oberyn martell. faceclaim : pedro pascal.

princess arianne martell. faceclaim : yvette monreal.

lady regent, allyria dayne. faceclaim :  marina moschen. 

lord edmure tully. faceclaim : tobias menzies.

lady roslin tully. faceclaim : rose williams.

ser patrek mallister. faceclaim : aneurin barnard.

marq piper. faceclaim :  jose ramon barreto.

alerie tyrell. faceclaim : joely richarson.

olenna tyrell. faceclaim : diana rigg.

lord willas tyrell. faceclaim :  gwilym lee.

ryna hightower. faceclaim : danielle rose russell.

elinor tyrell. faceclaim :  isabela merced.

margaery tyrell. faceclaim : natalie dormer

lady mina redwyne. faceclaim : claire ferlini.

lady desmera redwyne. faceclaim : charlotte hope.

meredyth crane. faceclaim : caitlin stasey.

jocelyn swyft. faceclaim: tamsin egerton.

addam marbrand. faceclaim: toby stephens.

lady alyssane lefford. faceclaim: sarah bolger.

lady shyra errol. faceclaim: holliday grainger.

alys karstark. faceclaim: gevenieve gaunt.

marei hill. faceclaim: eloise smyth.

ardrian celtigar. faceclaim : tony leung.

syrenia celtigar. faceclaim : dianne doan.

harras harlow. faceclaim : daniel sharman.

ser jorah mormont. faceclaim : iain glen.

#⸻ . ✷ ❛ permanent calls❜ 〉mutuals can interact .

[brooklynmuseum]

Dianne Brill. Joey Arias. Stella Ellis.⁠ ⁠ Each of these three talents inspired and collaborated with visionary designer Thierry Mugler. As part of our series on Mugler’s muses, these special guests will take us behind the scenes on April 13 to discuss their work with the late artist, from doing makeup for his shows to strutting down his runways and collaborating on editorial projects. ⁠ ⁠ Get your ticket, which includes after-hours access to the exhibition.

🎟 http://bit.ly/3nj6XQZ

📷 Courtesy of Dianne Brill → Brooklyn Museum. (Photo: Will Ragozzino for Matthew Carasella Photography) → Jason Crowley/BFA.com

#Brooklyn Museum #Couturissime #ThierryMuglerBkM #Thierry Mugler #Mugler #art #fashion #design #exhibition #brooklyn #museum #New York City #dianne brill #joey arias #stella ellis #nyc #nyc events

[kitxkatrp]

🫢 (Mori catching Dianne, Shattered Angel verse)

Send 🫢 (or “oops!” if you can't see the emoji) for my muse's reaction to yours walking in while they are changing / getting dressed !

"Oh. Sorry," he admittedly took a nice long look before turning around and stepping back outside the door, leaning against the wall as he waited for her.

That image was still in his head. And he was surprised...very surprised...when his body reacted to it.

Hm...that was unusual.

"I thought you were already dressed."

#{ Mori Ogai: Head of the Port Mafia Canon-ish Verse }

[likeadevils]

based just on song titles, where do you think the vault tracks fall in the writing process of 1989?? i’m curious what your predictions are

"Slut!": I'm guessing this is either an early 2013 track OR a late 2014/maybe even 2015 track. on one hand, there's taylor saying that blank space was a secondary reaction to being slutshamed by the media, on the other hand i can't really find her calling that experience slutshaming until 2016, and i can see that being the kind of thing that takes a person a while to find the language for, especially someone that took a while to call herself a feminist.

Say Don't Go: i'm guessing this is the dianne warren song. it just seems like a title meant to dramatically scream sing in you car, which is very up dianne warren's alley

Now That We Don't Talk: assuming this is about harry (which like, it could be about someone else, but from what i can tell taylor doesn't often return to muses from more than one album cycle ago), i would guess it's written spring/summer 2013? it seemed like they started hanging out again in fall 2013 and then didn't really have another long time without talking to each other until after taylor started dating calvin harris, which, once again muses from more than one album cycle ago thing

Suburban Legends: this feels like a fall 2013 track to me-- obviously similar to blank space and new romantics, but the title seems like its setting up a fairly cynical song, and that's also a through line in wildest dreams and bad blood. if not, i could see it being a january 2013 track, because i really want a haylor song written while haylor was ongoing about the media storm it kicked off

Is It Over Now?: it really depends to me what the "it" in is it over now is, but just because it seems like when she was doing most of her writing, summer 2013

#timeline* #asks*

[sergeant-spoons]

Secret Santa ‘22 (Pt 1)

Surprise, @rebeccapearson​! I’m your Secret Santa! The happiest of holidays to you and your loved ones. I hope you enjoy this fic - it’s the first of three that I will be posting over the next few days. I loved your prompts so much that I simply had to write all three of them! 💕

A Toast to the Idiot

Pairing: Bill Guarnere x Female OC

Word count: 4605

Tone: Friends to lovers, cluelessness, mutual pining, light angst with a happy ending

Prompt: “A girl could smack me on the head and I wouldn’t realize she was into me.” / (x) smacks him on the back of the head / “Ow! What the hell was that for?!”

Summary: She’s doing everything she can and more to make him understand the ways of her heart, but somehow, the message just isn’t getting across. OR The one where Bill Guarnere wouldn’t recognize a girl in love if she kissed him.

Read it here on AO3!

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"The hell are you on about, Joe? 'Soft hands'. The fuck does that even mean?"

"It means I like a girl with soft hands!" Joe Toye throws up his own not-so-soft hands. "So sue me, Johnny. Jesus."

Dianne Soren quirks an amusedly confused brow as she comes around the side of her bunk, putting her hands on her hips.

"The hell did I miss? And why do y'all always end up sittin' on my bed?"

"Hi, Sarge," Joe and Johnny Martin chorus.

"Hi, boys." Dianne turns to their third companion. "Well? Bill? You got an explanation for me?"

"Your bed's just the comfiest, Di," he says in that usual charming manner of his. "Smells the best, too."

Dianne laughs. "Fair 'nuff. Now scoot."

She pushes lightly at Bill's shoulder until he makes room for her, and as she sits down with them, he looks her up and down.

"What?"

"Gimme your hands."

Dianne tries half-heartedly to avoid Bill's grabbing, quirking a skeptical brow.

"Are you tryin' to set me up with Joe? Again?"

"Gimme," he whines, ignoring her question, then seizes her hands and grins in triumph. "See! Soft hands, just like I thought."

Dianne (whose cheeks are a little warmer than before) snatches her fingers away, laughing.

"You are tryin' to set me up! Bill, for the tenth time, he ain't my type. No offense, Joe."

Joe chuckles, low and gravelly, and pokes Bill in the arm.

"None taken. I've got a girl back home, Bill, 'member?"

"Yeah, yeah-" Bill waves him off. "-but hey, what is your type, Di?"

All three of Bill's friends are caught off guard by his query—most likely because the answer is considered common knowledge—and when Dianne blinks at Bill in disbelief, she's not the only one. Joe and Johnny look at each other, then at Bill, who still seems blissfully unaware. Dianne glances him up and down, then looks away, musing at the spiderweb clinging to the corner of the ceiling.

"Hell, Bill, I dunno."

"C'mon, give it a try," he goads. "For me?"

"Yeah," Johnny snickers, "for him."

Without looking, Dianne swings her pillow and smacks him square in the mouth. He splutters and complains but she ignores him, trying not to smirk at Joe's suppressed laughter.

"Alright," she concedes to Bill. "Well, I do like a good smile."

He flashes his teeth at her, and she almost falters over her next words.

"He's gotta have a nice, strong jaw."

Bill's smile grows, and she thinks he might be catching on.

"Ain't nothin' sexier than two big, strong arms to hold me with," she adds, daring to squeeze his bicep, and when he runs his tongue over his upper teeth, her breath catches.

"Very sexy," he agrees.

"And-" She smirks, reaching over to ruffle his hair as she reminds herself how to breathe. "-he's gotta be shorter than me."

Joe (who is taller than Dianne) starts laughing, Johnny (who is shorter) rolls his eyes, and Bill simply chuckles and tugs at one of Dianne's curls.

"Half the Company's shorter than you, Di."

"Shorter than me when I'm not in heels," she amends, and Bill grins.

"Make that a quarter o' the Company."

"Including you," Johnny points out, only to get another mouthful of pillow and be nearly knocked off the bed. "You seein' this?" he splutters to Joe. "The hell'd I ever do to her?"

"Exist," Dianne teases, sticking her tongue out at him, and her smile grows when Bill's loud laugh rings out freely.

"That's my girl." He tugs her against his side. "So? Anything else you like in a fella?"

"Well, I'd like to be called his girl, for one," she offers, bracing herself, but Bill doesn't even bat an eye.

"'Course, you would!" he chuckles. "And he'd better call you his girl, or he ain't treatin' you right."

"And he'd better show me off on his arm whenever we go out."

"Who wouldn't?"

Bill's grin warps into a frown when he sees her visibly deflate. He tickles her side and she squirms, a laugh bubbling up past her lips.

"What? What?" he asks, still tickling her. "Somethin' else you wanna say?"

"Maybe she's embarrassed about it," Johnny teases with a smirk, and this time, Joe's the one to smack him with the pillow. "Oh, for fuck's sake-"

"I ain't embarrassed," Dianne refutes. "Just a little sad he don't get it."

"Who don't get it?" Bill quirks his brow amusedly. "Who's makin' ya sad, sweetheart?" He points over his shoulder at Johnny. "Is it this idiot? Want me to beat him up for ya?"

"Nah, Bill," she laughs, giving up the game now that she's sure she won't win it, "don't try to beat up Johnny."

"Try?" he scoffs as she gets up, untwisting one of her suspenders where it has tangled over her shoulder. "I could put this fool down in two seconds flat."

"You keep tellin' yourself that, sugar."

Johnny grins, proud of Dianne's endorsement, and Bill jumps to his feet, following her away from the bed.

"Sweetheart, that was mean," he scolds her, but when she laughs, he forgets he's supposed to be put off. "Where the hell are you goin'?"

"To try and find a broom," she says, grabbing her jacket off the bedpost of her bunk. "You think they've got one in the mess hall?"

"Prob'ly. What for?"

Dianne points distractedly at the spiderweb right above Bill's head, but then Bill jumps a full foot back and she pauses, turning to him.

"Are you...?"

"Don't say it," he grumbles, pinkening slightly as he backs away from the corner.

"I can't believe it," she says, the corners of her mouth tugging up.

"Di, don't."

"Wild Bill's afraid of spiders."

He groans, and though she tries not to laugh, she fails.

"I told ya not to," he scolds. "I warned ya!"

"Bill-" Dianne giggles, then gasps when Bill steals her cap right off her head and dances away. "Bill!"

"Say I'm not afraid of spiders!" He doesn't seem to realize why she's flustered, and she isn't sure if she's glad or disappointed. "Say it!"

"Alright, alright, you're not afraid of spiders!" she gasps, and when he returns her cap, she makes sure to jump out of his reach before she holds up the fingers she's crossed behind her back.

"Oh, you little shit-"

Dianne dashes out the door, laughing, and Bill runs after her. He catches her a short way down the road and wraps his arms around her torso, picking her up and spinning her around. She shrieks a laugh and when he puts her down, chuckling close to her ear, she spins around and pushes at his chest. Their eyes meet. In the movies, this would be the moment where Bill leaned in and kissed her, and her foot would pop up as she wrapped her arms around his neck. But this is real life, and in real life, Bill is 100% committed to her as a friend. Before she can do a damn thing other than breathe, he grabs her hand, twirls her under his arm, and starts walking away while she's still recovering—her dizziness is doubled, less so by the spin than by how close she'd gotten to him.

"Idiot," she mumbles under her breath, smoothing her hands over the lower half of her face, just as Bill turns over his shoulder, bearing a cheeky smirk.

"C'mon, sweetheart, what're ya waitin' for?"

"You to wise up," she teases, a little disgruntled, but he just looks confused, and she reminds herself he doesn't mean anything by his cluelessness.

"Huh?"

"I'm comin', I'm comin'."

He doesn't seem to think anything of her comment on wising up, and as they turn around the bend, passing the four storage sheds that mark the end of the residential part of the base, she shrugs more comfortably into her jacket and pokes her friend's arm.

"Alright, well, you asked me, so now I've got to ask you," she says once she's got his attention. "What's your type, Bill?"

"Any girl that likes me," he replies, puffing out his chest, and Dianne snickers.

"Oh, yeah? You got yourself any takers yet?"

"A couple-"

"Oh?"

"-dozen."

"Ohhh." Dianne nods as if she believes him. "Uh-huh. I could see that."

He wrinkles his nose up at her and pushes her, but that doesn't stop her laughter, and he doesn't seem to really mind.

"Ya shoulda seen the girls back in Philly," he brags, hooking his arm around hers. "They were all over me."

"I bet they were, hot shot."

He grins. "You wanna know a secret, sweetheart? Just 'cause I trust ya so much?"

"Always."

He leans over, and as he whispers, his breath tickles her ear and sends a shiver up her spine.

"I had to get my buddies to ask 'em if they liked me or not."

Dianne laughs, genuinely surprised. "You're foolin' with me."

"Am not." He shrugs, a little bashful but still grinning.  "A girl could smack me on the head and I wouldn’t realize she was into me."

Dianne studies him for a moment, then reaches up and smacks him on the back of the head.

“Ow!" He jumps away from her, rubbing the spot where she smacked him as he pouts at her. "What the hell was that for?!”

Though Dianne wants to sigh, she laughs instead.

"Just testin' ya." Before he can think about it any harder, she grabs his arm and tugs him toward the steps to the mess hall. "Now c'mon, let's go get that broom."

A few days later, Dianne is back in the mess hall for lunch. She's got George Luz on one side, Joe Liebgott on the other, and Frank Perconte straight ahead. It's a rowdy group, but she likes it that way (and she'd like it even better if Bill was here, too). Then Liebgott gets up to have a row with some clumsy fool from Dog Company who's made a mess on the floor behind him, and Dianne, uninterested in a fight, turns to Luz only to find him gone and Donald Hoobler in his place.

"'Afternoon, Hoobs," Dianne says without batting an eye. She's used to the quick comings and goings around here. It's the Airborne way.

"Sergeant." Hoobler tips his cap at her, straddling the bench. "Mind if I sit here?"

Dianne looks up and tilts her head, clueing him in on the rising argument behind her, and he laughs.

"Point taken." He flashes her a smile as he settles in. "How's your day been, Sarge?"

"Couldn't be better. Sun came up in the mornin' and we've got Sobel down for the count with that glorious cold."

Hoobler kisses his fingers and raises them toward the heavens.

"Amen to that." He grins, then leans toward her. "You know, I've been hearin' rumors..."

"I can see 'em buzzin' around your ears like flies," Dianne retorts, and Hoobler sucks in a breath through his teeth, humbled.

"Ouch. I never met a woman with a sharper tongue."

Dianne chuckles, patting him on the shoulder, and he relaxes.

"So? What're these rumors about?"

"You and somebody special." The corner of Hoobler's mouth turns up. "Just wanted to... corroborate the story, y'know?"

"Yeah, sure." Dianne rolls her eyes. "I swear, you boys gossip more than any woman on this fine green earth."

"I'd believe it," he laughs. "So?"

"Brazen as you might be," she sighs, "I'll tell you."

He leans over and she whispers the name in his ear, and when he straightens back up, he's grinning.

"Jumping Jack Christ, I knew it!"

"You knew it? Just you?"

"Me and half the Company," he admits what she's long suspected, then thinks for a moment. "Actually more like three-quarters, if you include the officers."

Dianne makes a face. "Lord have mercy, that's pathetic."

"What, that everybody and their mother knows, but the fortunate fella himself doesn't?"

She waves her fork his way, sipping at her water.

"You said it, Hoobs, not me."

"Maybe you're just not... being obvious enough?" Hoobler shrugged. "Other than flat-out telling him, I mean."

"I wish you were right," she chuckles mildly. "Trust me, it don't matter what I say. Watch this."

Dianne leans back on the bench, sticks her pinkie fingers in the corners of her mouth, and whistles sharply. Bill looks up and sees her (as do a dozen others in the vicinity) and flashes her a grin. She grins right back.

"Lookin' good, hot stuff!"

His smile spreads from ear to ear, and he winks at her, then goes back to chatting with his buddies. Dianne turns back to Hoobler only to start laughing mid-shrug.

"Hoobs, you're gaping like a salmon."

She curves her hands and knocks her fingers together, sticking out her chin and moving her bottom lip up and down to imitate the fish. Hoobler pushes half-heartedly at her arm and her teasing devolves into laughter.

"Oh, shut up." He shakes his head. "Jeez, he's clueless."

"Ain't that the truth." She shrugs again. "At this point, I dunno what I'm even s'posed to do."

"Keep trying, I guess." Hoobler scrunches up his face. "Tough luck, Sarge."

"Yeah."

Dianne sighs and looks over at Bill. One of his buddies points her out and he flashes her a broad, charming, strictly-friendly grin.

"Tough luck, indeed."

A few cycles of the sun later, it's Saturday night, and every single Easy man (and woman) is out on the town, even the ones who don't usually drink. They're shipping out on Monday, either north or west, and then to God knows what shore, so they're partying it up while they still can. With a little liquid courage, Dianne decides to give it one last try. She saunters over to the darts board where Bill is clearly losing against the combined team of George Luz and Johnny Martin.

"Hey, y'all."

"Hey, Sarge," Luz and Johnny chorus, and Bill turns over his shoulder with a grin.

"Di!" He grabs her arm and tugs her over. "Fellas, prepare for your downfall."

Di laughs, slinging her arm over Bill's shoulder and leaning on him slightly. "Really, boys, two against one? Ain't you ever heard of a little thing called fairness?"

"No, ma'am," Luz replies with a cheeky grin, passing her a dart. "So? Show us what you got!"

Dianne, who played competitive darts at a renovated speakeasy during her first two years at college (the subsequent two have been delayed by the war), easily takes the win over Luz and Johnny. Blowing on her nails before pretending to buff them out on her shoulder, she gloats for a few seconds as they beg for another match. She's quick to give in, her ego boosted just a little when her opponents insist on taking several minutes to construct a game plan in order to beat her. While they're still debating, Bill leaves to fetch her another drink, proclaiming Dianne his champion; as soon as he's gone, she pulls Luz and Johnny aside and ropes them into her plan. They're good sports and agree, and when Bill returns, they pretend they've decided against challenging Dianne after all. Bill celebrates a bit too soon, however, and Luz and Johnny quickly clamor for him to play Dianne one-on-one. He turns to her with a gleam in his eye that makes her stomach flip and flicks his eyebrows until she laughs and agrees.

"Oh, you're goin' down, sweetheart."

"Sure," she scoffs, handing him the dart for the first throw. "Keep talkin' like that, a girl might think you're scared o' little old me."

"What're we bettin' on? Cigarettes? Chocolate? Cash?" He wiggles his eyebrows. "A kiss?"

Dianne chokes on her beer and Bill rubs her back as she coughs through it.

"I was only kiddin'. You want some water, honey?"

She shakes her head, her face still bowed so he won't see her embarrassment, and when Bill brings his hand to her forehead, his chuckling dies away.

"Shit, you're runnin' hot." He grabs Luz's arm. "Get the lady some water, yeah?"

He nods and goes off with Johnny close behind. Dianne has already recovered (for the most part), and tries to call off their mission but goes unheard. She sighs and turns toward Bill, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.

"Sorry," she says, "breathed in right when I shouldn't have."

"Happens to the best of us," he says with a shrug, a hint of his teasing smile returning. "You still up for that game? Or did that little cough put ya outta commission?"

"Oh-ho, you did not," she laughs, pushing him toward the darts board. "I'm gonna whoop your Philly ass."

Luz comes back with the water, and Dianne, once revived, does indeed whoop Bill's Philly ass, coming away with a winning streak of four-to-none. As soon as Bill knows he's lost, he comes back at her with such moving pleas for another match that she can't find it in her heart to turn him down. When he turns to her the fifth time, she presses her hand to his mouth to silence him.

"No, sugar," she laughs. "You go on and take your losses like a man."

He pouts at her, and when that doesn't work, he slumps and starts digging through his pockets.

"Alright, what do I owe ya?"

"Hmm." Dianne pretends to consider although the answer's already on the tip of her tongue. "Well, you're the one who put a kiss on the table..."

"Four," he agrees, defying her expectations, his grin halfway to a smirk. "I lost four times, didn't I?"

Dianne can't help a slight chuckle. "You sure did."

She's tense and they can both tell, but then he plants a big kiss on her cheek and she relaxes, swatting his shoulder.

"Aww, c'mon, Bill, that ain't- mmph!"

He's kissed her for real this time, right on the lips, and though it's more of a peck than anything, it shuts her right up. As she blinks at him, reeling, Bill grins.

"Better?"

Before she's got the wits to answer, he's leaning in for another smooch, and she melts. The second kiss is nice but too short, and when Dianne chases his lips as he pulls away, Bill seems to get the hint. The third kiss is the real thing, the one that makes Dianne's knees go weak. He cups her face in his big, warm hands and tilts his head just a little to kiss her properly. She wraps her arms around his neck and he drops his hands to her waist. She kind of wants to put her foot up behind her the way they do in the movies, the way she's sort of always dreamed about doing with him—but then he leans back and she's lost the chance.

"Whoo!" he whoops, tossing his head back, and though he's holding her like a gentleman, he's grinning like a maniac. "Shit, sweetheart, I think you knocked the breath outta me."

Dianne giggles and almost says something about how much she likes him, but he's already turning away to talk to Johnny, and the words die on her lips. Though he tugs her snugly against his side, she can't help but feel like she's missed something. Or, more likely, he's missed something—yet again.

"I'm gonna get another drink," she says, and though she doesn't really expect Bill to hear her, he turns at once.

"You sure?"

"I've only had two."

"Right, right." He laughs. "Way you kissed me made me think it was more." He squeezes her side and lets her go, unaware of just how finely he's wounded her. "Just lookin' out for ya, sweetheart."

"As always," she agrees, but her heart isn't in it.

Dianne slips away to the bar and is lucky enough to find an empty seat beside Joe Toye. He's just the kind of friend she needs right now. He might tease her a bit, but he'll be more sympathetic than the rest, and seeing as she's more than ready to get wasted after that heart-shredding failure, he's also the best choice to walk her home—she's pretty sure it would take a whole keg to get him drunk.

"Holy shit," is the first thing he says to her when she sits down, and though she grimaces at first, he then proceeds to slide her a full, frothing beer and she's quick to forgive.

"'Evenin', Joe."

"And a helluva-n evening, it is." He grins. "So you finally did it, huh?"

"Uh, yeah, about that-"

"Took you long enough!"

"-he didn't mean it."

"What?" Joe's smile drops. "You can't be serious."

Dianne takes a long dredge, then clears her throat and leans toward her friend.

"He still. Doesn't. Get it."

"Mary, Mother of Christ." Joe runs his hand over his face. "Sorry, Sarge, but I'm starting to think this is a lost cause."

"I'll say." Dianne scoffs into her beer. "It was a lost cause when this whole thing started."

Joe half-laughs and half-sighs as if he still can't believe it.

"It's been months!"

"You're tellin' me?" Dianne sets her dwindling beer on the countertop and rolls her shoulders back gracelessly. "For a while, I thought he just might be tryin' not to hurt my feelings, but after that-" The kisses, she means. "-he's got me convinced that he's honest-to-God clueless."

"Hey-" Joe nudges her shoulder with his own. "-you're not a quitter, Dianne. Don't you start now."

"Uh-huh."

"Hey, I mean it."

They sit in silence for a moment, passing on the peanuts the bartender tries to slide their way.

"So." Joe smoothes his hand over a nub in the countertop, looking at Dianne with a worry he disguises well. "What are you gonna do?"

"I dunno." She shrugs, fighting against the sudden urge to burst into delirious giggles. "Call him stupid to his face?"

"Hell, yeah," advises a familiar voice, sidling up to them at the bar. "Somebody's bein' stupid, call 'im out on it."

Dianne and Joe share a confused look, but Bill just waves and asks, "So who's the idiot?"

As Joe bursts out laughing, Dianne groans, leaning back so far on her stool that she nearly topples over. Bill's quick enough to right her, and she grabs her beer, raising it above her head.

"A toast to the idiot," she declares, looking right at Bill, "who wouldn't recognize a girl in love if she kissed him."

Dianne turns back to Joe as she downs the rest of her drink, shaking her head, and misses the way Bill's entire expression changes with the weight of realization.

"See y'all 'round."

Dianne slips off the stool and makes for the door. Behind her, Joe's laughter peters out as he realizes Bill is doing nothing but staring after Dianne with his mouth wide open.

"Oh, for Chrissakes-"

He grabs Bill by the shoulders and manhandles him off the stool.

"-go after her, you idiot!"

"I'm the idiot," Bill says almost reverentially, then finally lurches into motion. He takes off after Dianne, but she's more than halfway across the room, and it's going to take him some time to catch up with her. He curses under his breath, feeling quite possibly the dumbest he's ever felt. Dianne, meanwhile, is pressing on blindly. She can feel the sting of rising tears, and the way her throat closes up makes it hard for her to pardon her way through the crowd. She nearly trips over the chair acting as a coat rack by the door and groans to realize her jacket is somewhere in this pile of some fifty identical ones. Fortunately, the little red bead she sewed on her nametag in the gap between the line and the curve of the 'D' catches the light as she moves, and after that, she retrieves her jacket with ease. Behind her, the dancing and drinking go on; beneath her feet, the world still spins. She pushes open the door with a heavy sigh, and the brisk, friendly air of late August soothes her a bit. She doesn't look back as she leaves, but if she had, she might have seen Bill pushing through the crowd, trying to get to her, calling her name but going unheard in the general bedlam.

Back at the bar, Joe looks between him and her, chuckling as he sips at his beer. Now that Bill's finally come to his senses, Joe knows nothing short of the ending of the world can stop him from catching up to Dianne.

"Di! Wait, Di!"

Bill has skipped the pile of jackets and come flying out the door, nearly tripping down the steps in his haste. Dianne slows, then stops, and he can see how she's sneakily trying to scrub her face with her sleeve, bowing her head as to hide her embarrassment. He's not sure he could express just how deeply sorry he is for making her feel that way—and for God knows how long—even if she asked him to. His gait slows as doubt seeps into his mind. Has he wounded her enough to lose her heart even before he knew he had it? But then she turns around, and nothing seems to matter anymore except letting her know he's never going to be the idiot again. She's stopped right in the light cast by one of the bar windows, and God, she looks pretty. Her hair is a little messy like she's been messing with it anxiously and her eyes are a little wet from the alcohol and the disappointment, and he loves her so much, it hurts.

"Di, I've never been that fuckin' stupid in my whole goddamn life."

Dianne does a double-take. This is not at all what she was expecting to hear.

"What?"

"You know I'm not good at sorry's," he laments, "but Di, I am so goddamn fuckin' sorry- You gotta believe me, sweetheart-"

Frowning, she squints at him, then rubs her eyes. This is too abrupt—she can't believe it even if she wanted to.

"Great," she sighs, "now I'm seein' things."

Bill sucks in a breath. He's a man who likes to use his words, but right now, words aren't enough. So when he runs up to her, grabs her arms to hold her still, and kisses her, he doesn't say a word. She jumps back, her eyes widening, and belatedly, she gasps.

"Holy hell, it's actually you."

"It's me," he vows, "it's me, Di. And it's always gonna be me."

"You mean it?" she asks, searching his expression, and before he's even finished guaranteeing it, she grabs his face and kisses him, hard.

"Goddamn," he sighs, grinning like a fool. "You know how hard it was for me to stop kissin' you after that third time?"

Dianne pulls one of his own moves and pouts at him. "Seemed to me like it was awful easy."

"God, sweetheart," he groans, "it couldn't've been harder."

"Tell me more."

"Can't believe it took me this goddamn long to wise up," he grumbles as he holds her close, peeved at himself. "Could'a been doin' this a whole lot longer."

He kisses her again, and when she giggles against his lips, he knows he's a goner.

"You gonna take me on a date tomorrow?" she asks, playing with his tie as she leans into him.

"'Course, I am," he promises, wrapping his hand around hers. "Expect flowers. I'm gonna make it a real, proper date."

Dianne beams and something in Bill's heart clicks into place.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Oh, yeah."

He grins, nuzzling a kiss against her cheek.

"Somethin' tells me we're long overdue."

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[thronesfm]

faceclaim suggestions for house harlaw plsss

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 ! so  currently  the  iron  islands  (  including  house  harlaw  )  have  no  muses  whatsoever  and  i  would  definitely  love  to  see  them  fill  up  as  they  will  be  hugely  related  in  many  upcoming  plot  drops!  but  some  fc  ideas  for  the  harlaws  would  be  freya  allan,  esther  yu,  travis  fimmel,  katheryn  winnick,  alexander  ludwig,  bill  skarsgard,  alex  høgh  andersen,  sophie  turner,  emilia  clarke,  alexander  dreymon,  arnas  fedaravicius,  mark  rowley,  millie  brady,  lorenzo  richelmy,  benedict  wong,  remy  hii,  zhang  linghe,  adam  copeland,  amy  wren,  alyssa  sutherland,  ana  de  armas,  angela  baby,  anna  shaffer,  antonia  thomas,  archie  renaux,  hannah new, jessica parker kennedy, toby stephens, claudia  kim,  chu  jahyeon,  daniel  henney,  dianne  doan,  dylan  wang,  erin  kellyman,  jacob  anderson,  katie  findlay,  kiana  madeira,  kit  young,  kuang  tian,  meng  ziyi,  oscar  isaac,  sonoya  mizuno,  steve  toussaint,  taika  waititi,  thaddea  graham,  theo  nate,  wang  haoxuan,  xiao  zhan,  xu  kai,  zhang  chenxiao,  or  zoe  robins.

#house harlaw . #appless rp #got rp #oc rp #period rp #mumu rp #new rp #if any are taken my apologies im sleepy

[cocaina-kiyori]

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[infinitexmuses-archive]

@kitxkatrp asked: [ edging ] your muse edges my muse close to an orgasm (Mori and Dianne) 🐝  *  ―  𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝒀 𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑺

"W-wait, please~"

The blonde whined, body shivering and back arched. She was unsure of how long they had been going about doing this, but it felt like forever. The way she kept on feeling so close to her high but being denied the release, it felt akin to torture...

Backside collapsing back into the bed, a light whimper emitted from her throat. She expected that he was enjoying the look on her face, and that was why he was enjoying doing this to her to the degree he was. She was attempting to try and think of a way to convince him to let her have what she desperately needed amidst heavy breaths.

"I... I beg of you, please... I need it... I need the release~"

#|Trigger|Smut| #kitxkatrp #kitxkatrp|Ogai Mori #Infinite being|In Character Dianne Simmon #Halo of Angel.|Dianne Simmon BSD Main Verse #Infinite worlds|Bungou Stray Dogs #The infinite custom has answered|Dianne Simmon Ask Answered

[zendayastylefiles]

I hate to say that about a Kardashian, but Kylie has been slaying every look lately, without a miss, Kim really is losing the fashion icon title to her.

That’s because Kim shouldn’t have let her exclusive Balenciaga contract extend over into her personal wardrobe for so long it got old and redundant really quick. She also needs an entire new team because she doesn’t know what to do or where to go with her look at this point she is just trying to keep up with Gen Z. Meanwhile Kylie has a better style team that is actively doing their homework on what is new and hot without looking at trends.

I’m also tired of seeing the both of them in the Thierry Mugler archive because while they have the body type neither of them evoke the energy or aura to carry any of those looks, Mugler’s original muses are characters. Kylie looked very uncomfortable at the Mugler Exhibit in the Dianne Brill dress she looked great in it but her energy was giving “This is what I have to do for my brand” the entire time. I also wasn’t really a fan of Kylie’s Christmas look either, if Cadwallader is going to recreate the archive pieces for his clients then he needs get Mr. Pearl on the phone because it wasn’t looking right the corsetry nor the embroidery on the lace.

[deciphertheriddler]

The Flash is cute

send me muses or characters you think would make a great ship for mine!

THE FLASH IS CUTE!!!!!!!!!!! I'D LOVE TO SHIP THEM, ACTUALLY!!! I think it works. And by it works, I mean that @celerem is the most shippable flash to ever flash. Dianne has this touch. If Wally accepts my weirdo,,, He's in.

#you come to my house and say the flash is cute #LISTEN TM this guy was my crush #still is #█ asks #anon #█ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇꜱ (ooc)

[kitxkatrp]

one muse steps protectively in front of the other (Dianne stepping in front of Tohru cause fuck shigure- Timeline verse)

Tohru was still largely oblivious to a lot of things, but even she had noticed. The aura from Shigure had changed, and when he'd approached her, she'd felt a distinctive urge to back away...

And that was when Dianne stepped in front of her. She wasn't sure how to feel, but relief was definitely there.

"D-Dianne-san, I'm not sure that's necessary--" She raised her hands defensively, but even still, she wasn't sure what she could do when Shigure's face looked like that--

#{ Tohru Honda: Fighting the Curse Canon-ish Verse }

[fenrirswood-hq]

mw bipoc/south asian fcs?

Oh! I love this question, I have plenty of most wanted in those categories, some of my absolute favourites are:

Omar Sy, Megan Suri, Simone Sshley, Henry Golding, Rahul Kohli, Dua Saleh, Sarita Choudhury, Sendhil Ramaruthy, Amita Suman, Teyonah Parris, Sonequa Martin Green, Angel Coulby, Antonia Thomas, Dewanda Wise, Iko Uwais, Daveed Diggs, Woopie Goldberg, Vihaan Samat, Charles Michael davis, Steven Yeun, Gugu Mbatha-Raw, Jessica Sula, Mason Gooding, Michael Ealy, Omari Hardwick, AMBER RILEY, Devon Seron, Vihaan Samat, Prajakta Koli, Muskkaan Jaferi, Winston Duke, Dianne Doan, Adwoa Aboah, Laverne Cox, QUINTA BRUNSON, Himesh Patel, Lupita Nyong'o, Olivia Swann, Dulquer Salmaan, Karthi, LILY GLADSTONE, Anirudh Pisharody, AMBIKA MOD, Trevante Rhodes, DANAI GURIRA, LAMORNE MORRIS, Kheon Clarke, Braeden Clarke, Tony Revolori, FORREST GOODLUCK, Kawennáhere Devery Jacobs, MORGAN HOLMSTROM, Kapil Talwalkar.

I hope that one or some of these works for whichever muse you'd like to bring! And if you'd like more suggestions, let me know ;)

#lsrp #city rp #oc rp #mystery rp #supernatural rpg #fchelp #original rp

[westeroslive]

let's  fight  with  gentle  words  til  time lend friends,   and friends   their helpful swords  as the court seeks the presence of their sought after.

three wanted connections  have been added.  

𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         AURELIA  of  house  MANWOODY,  the  RULING LADY  of  KINGSGRAVE  requests  the  presence  of  their  OLD FRIEND  at  court.  their  portraits  seem  to  resemble  anna diop, gemma chan, dianne doan, emma d'arcy, angela sarafyan, lauren ridloff, any fc  -  and  whisperers  among  the  court  seem  to  say  the  following  regarding  their  relationship:  aurelia left the vale suddenly, taking her engagement and running off to dorne. she burned more bridges than perhaps she intended. this muse was one of her best friends and aurelia didn't leave them well. maybe there was a huge blow up or maybe aurelia simply cut ties with them. now that everyone is in kings landing, they will see each other for the first time in years. how your muse feels about aurelia now and if their politics will align or be in conflict is can be .  you  need  not  seek  contact  with  @gracvlvss  to  discover  the  truth  behind  these  whispers.    this  particular  dynamic  seems to  be  NEGATIVE  in  nature,  and  for  a  noble  of  30-38  name  days  it  is  most  surprising.

𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         THEOMAR  of  house  HOUSE  BAELISH,  the  MASTER OF WHISPERERS AND RULING LORD  of  DREARFORT requests  the  presence  of  their  SIBLING  at  court.  their  portraits  seem  to  resemble  claudia jessie, ellise chappell, harry gilby, françois arnaud, any fitting fc -  and  whisperers  among  the  court  seem  to  say  the  following  regarding  their  relationship:  a childhood at the seat of house baelish would not fill one with nostalgic memories. in a small flint keep with no windows, the harsh voice of their father reverberated off of the walls - only mellowed by the soft melodic voice of their mother. the former ruling lord baelish was interested only in the advancement of their house, training (or something akin) his children to marry well and bring them glory. while this muse might have the baelish traits of ambition and putting family above nearly all else, they differ from their father (and brother) in that they do not want glory at the expense of others. a slightly softer counterpart to theo, even when they argue about the betrothals he tries to set up. you  need  not  seek  contact  with  @RVNXNT  to  discover  the  truth  behind  these  whispers.    this  particular  dynamic  seems  to  be  POSITIVE  in  nature,  and  for  a  noble  of  21+  name  days  it  is  most  surprising.

𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         THEOMAR  of  house  HOUSE  BAELISH,  the  MASTER OF WHISPERERS AND RULING LORD  of  DREARFORT requests  the  presence  of  their  WIFE  at  court.  their  portraits  seem  to  resemble  holliday granger, jodie turner-smith, katie mcgrath, golshifteh farahani, gemma chan, jodie comer, dilraba dilmurat, gümeç alpay aslan, joss stone, any fem fc -  and  whisperers  among  the  court  seem  to  say  the  following  regarding  their  relationship:  they didn't marry for love, duh. but they have grown to love each other the best they can. even if they aren't IN LOVE they are fiercely loyal to each other, theo would literally kill for her. definitely a power couple, actually a healthy relationship despite everything.  you  need  not  seek  contact  with  @RVNXNT  to  discover  the  truth  behind  these  whispers.    this  particular  dynamic  seems  to  be  POSITIVE  in  nature,  and  for  a  noble  of  30+  name  days  it  is  most  surprising.

#period rp #got rp #hotd rp #asoiaf rp #game of thrones rp