AESTHETIC MEME: List your muse’s aesthetic. Anyone can do this. List your muse’s aesthetic from taste, smells, outfits & sceneries. Add as many subjects as you like, it can help people tagging you in aesthetically pleasing things towards your muse!
Tagged by: @queenxcersei
Tagging: @aroseofyork ; @agirlingrey ; @lucythelioness ; @hisnextlife ; @handofhonor && anyone who wants to do it.
TASTE: open air crisp ‘pon your tongue. grief && regret && fear cloying in your throat. heavy meats && wines so sweet, so cloying it is more sugar than anything else. the taste of innocence on hammering pulse point ;; dirt in your teeth, excitement in your veins. love for your family, love for your lands, love for the one person who should not have it && it chokes you, tearing at your throat from the inside out every time you attempt to swallow it back down into oblivion where it belongs. desperation. berries so ripe the juice drips down your chin && your fingers rush to catch it, smearing more against your flesh than anything else. the sleek inside of your own cheek, tang of your own blood as you attempt to sooth where your teeth ravaged it.
SMELLS: dirt && snow && wilderness. equine musk && rose water in your hair. the smell of your brothers as your face burrows into their chest, holding close in greeting too long in the making. adolescence vivid in clean scents, frail scents dropped upon your form. there is only one you need to lure && he is already deemed yours on his whim. all else are of little consequence. darkness, dankness, the smell of a place you go to be forgotten. forgiven. to pray at the feet of your ancestors.
SIGHTS: stone, great && grey && dull beneath the sun yet bursting with energy && warmth. roses on the vine, blue as frost bitten flesh. bloodied palms, bloodied dress, tears on cheeks left ruddy in fever. silver locks not your own pooling on collar bones that are. a too small body in ill fitting armor disappearing before they can be found. rose petals not blue but black spilling over limp fingers, unfeeling palm onto bedclothes. a smile, wide && pretty && pink, creating curves && divots of dimples && almost too big for small face its found itself on. she has never been one to hold back her emotions && when she smiles it can feel like fire or like ice. warm or uncaring. scratches && bruises on palms, on knees hidden by fabric, the sheen of sweat unbecoming a lady of your station. wolves in their natural habitat, printed on banners, caged within bloodstream. freedom. shattered pottery, jewelry flung from table tops, dumped from their settings. get them away from me.
SOUNDS: laughter sweet && mischievous in equal parts, songs played on harps, the whinny of horses && their hooves on dirt. secret whispers && rustle of wings, of paper as you read printed promises. a babes shouts mixed with your own && the anguished cries of a child for that is all you are. wood against wood ( ‘ clack !! clack !! ‘ ) followed by laughter, the taunts of siblings. pleas in weakened tones. exhalation ( the gentle ‘ haaaa ‘ ) just to plumes of white as if you can see shapes in their nonsense. a fathers gruff affections ;; steel on stone ;; war outside your window.
OUTFITS: the feel of fur at your wrists, the curve of your jaw, ‘long prominent collar bones. grey, white, silver, winter held in fabrics heavy yet no less fine than those of the south. dirtied hems && articles thrown out with holes worn into their slick finery. white gowns splattered red && fitting so well within clutch of fingers, molding to the body sticky && telling. blue laurel vivid against dark locks, hidden thorn tearing at every motion made ‘til blood runs at your temple. mens clothing borrowed without asking from brothers clinging to hips && gaping at knees but all that matters is the ease now afforded when riding, when practicing swordplay with felled branches. every stitch speaks of care for the one wearing it ;; illusion of worldliness for the sheltered, for the caged. you wear no loops of gold or silver at your throat. you are suffocating enough without your realization.
BODY: they call you beautiful, see something in the contours of mien, the lines of body that you sometimes fail to see yourself. slim arms, the beginnings of curves, you wear your youth within your bones. heavy steps, swinging hips, boldness ;; all know when she arrives. the world knows when she arrives && if not she shall shake it until it does. but, indeed, there is softness. softness in her throat ( so easily crushed ) softness in your smallest movements ( blink && you miss them ) a child playing at adulthood && not liking what she finds but there is no way backwards. a swelling belly, lines tracing its curvature. you were not made to bare this burden yet they seem to think you are. not forged for seduction, for battle, for waging. for tears. a girl for freedom of choice && space but wings never did emerge. grounded like the rest of them. you will take their words && twist them into something pretty, take your praise && turn them to insult, so fickle, so vain. they will dream of your eyes && ignore the iron in your bones, diminish you to a sum of your parts as if that is all you are. too bad your dreams are bigger than all of them combined.
Bold all that apply:
my muse knows how to…
bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive stick | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give CPR | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read Morse code | pick a lock
(Source: bunchofrpmemes)
[hands]
( ❛ & meme┊accepting. )
lyannas hands are small && slender, long fingered with elongated palms. at fifteen years old, they still hold traces of her youth ( all curves && soft lines ) , a fact that she dislikes however, should she live, they grow more && more slender as the years go on to the point where they come just shy of showing the contours of her first knuckle. her middle three fingers have a natural lean towards the thumb && the middle finger of her right hand seems to have an almost bend && twist to it ( although it, too, leans towards the thumb, the final knuckle && the space above bend to the other side as if it had broken && healed slightly wrong. )
her palms are in that space between perfectly petal soft && rough due to her tendency to play outside. there is what seems to be a perpetual roughness ‘pon the meat of her palms born from her hobby of whacking her brother with sticks practicing swordplay with benjen, however they are kept as soft as possible with oils && such rubbed before bed.
as with most other parts of her body, her hands have a tendency to bare battle wounds from the day ;; splinters are not uncommon && neither are lacerations from rough play or marks of war with needles on the pads of her fingers the days she’s made to practice her embroidery.
the beds of her nails are rounded && long && the actual nails are a bit on the thin side && grow quickly, able to go from stubs to past the tip in a matter of days, however once they reach a certain length their speed lessens, though they still go trimmed often to avoid scratching herself ( which she has a habit of doing while half asleep ) or her brothers on accident. the tips are generally uneven if left alone, little knicks && grooves being taken out without her notice. her hands && nails go maintained regularly, oils, lotions, nail care && lyanna is fond of cleanliness so they are often clean unless there is not enough time to wash before meals or duties.
in modern times, her nails are normally bare of polish unless she’s going through a phase where she paints them either once a week or even every day, however such spurts do not last long && end with her, three months later with one blotch of black or yellow or electric blue on one nail because she can’t be bothered to take polish remover to them.
handofhonor ;;
Eyes!
( ❛ & meme┊accepting. )
lyanna has unburdened eyes, free eyes, almond shaped && generally wide although a touch on the small side. wide set, they are rimmed with dark lashes of average length && density though their tips are fair enough they almost blend in with her skin tone to appear shorter than they are in truth && they have only a slight natural curve. when tired, they have a tendency to droop, lids lowering more && more && they seem to lose focus, however, when alert they are bright && vivid, awake. they are the sort of eyes that you believe to not miss a single thing.
in color they are all stark, that is to say grey. naturally they are light, almost colorless in appearance with only the barest of rimming in a darker shade. [ img. ] depending on emotion && other circumstance their color is capable of darkening or paling even more ( ie. darkening in anger or excitement or lightening with exhaustion )
while lyanna is capable of schooling her features as all good ladies can, her eyes are a different story for they tell all. boredom, excitement, annoyance, they are all plain && clear as day to anyone who cares to look. though they have always been described as kind eyes, they can spit fire or house a blizzard depending on && when she is angry, when she is determined especially, they are strong as steel, turning from gentle && warm && inviting to the eyes of one best not instigated in any manner.
Mun VS. Muse
(Bold what applies.)
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WHO OF YOU IS:
Older? muse/mun
Taller? muse/mun
Richer? muse/mun
Neater? muse/mun
Nicer? muse/mun
Smarter? muse/mun
Funnier? muse/munａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ:
Who is a better friend? muse/mun
Who lies more? muse/mun
Who reads more? muse/mun
Who is more creative? muse/mun
Who is more troubled? muse/mun
Who has better morals? muse/mun
BOLD all that applies to your muse!
EYES: Blue | Green | Brown | Hazel | Grey | Other | Unspecified
HAIR: Blonde | Brown | Black | Red | Ginger | Grey/White | Multi-color | Other
BODY TYPE: Skinny | Slender | Slim | Built | Curvy | Athletic | Muscular
SKIN: Pale | Light | Fair | Freckled | Tan | Olive | Medium | Dark | Discolored
GENDER: Male | Female | Trans | Cis | Agender | Genderfluid | Other
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual | Homosexual | Bisexual | Pansexual | Asexual | Demisexual | Other
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Homoromantic | Heteroromantic | Biromantic | Panromantic | Aromantic | Demiromantic
SPECIES: Human | Undead/Vampire | Werewolf | Shapeshifter | Demon | Angel | Witch/Wizard/Sorcerer | Incubus/Succubus | Other
EDUCATION: High School | College | University | Higher Education | GED | Other
I’VE BEEN: In Love | Hurt | Sick | Abused
POSITIVE TRAITS: Affectionate | Adventurous | Athletic | Brave | Careful | Charming | Confident | Creative | Determined | Fearless | Generous | Honest | Humorous | Intelligent | Loyal | Modest | Patient | Selfless
LIVING SITUATION: Lives alone | Lives with guardian | Lives with significant other | Lives with a friend | Drifter | Homeless | Depends on verse
PARENTS/GUARDIAN: Mom | Dad | Adoptive | Foster | Grandparents | Siblings
RELATIONSHIP: Single | Crushing | Dating | Engaged | Married | Separated | It’s complicated | Depends on verseI HAVE A(N): Learning Disorder | Personality Disorder | Mental Disorder | Anxiety Disorder | Eating Disorder | Substance-related Disorder | PTSD | Verse Dependent
THINGS I’VE DONE BEFORE: Drank alcohol | Smoked | Done drugs | Stolen | Self harmed | Starved themselves | Had sex | Had a threesome | Gotten into a fist fight | Gone to the hospital | Gone to jail | Used a Fake ID | Gone to a rave | Killed someone
NEGATIVE TRAITS: Aggressive | Bossy | Envious | Fearful | Greedy | Gullible | Jealous | Impatient | Impulsive | Insecure | Irresponsible | Possessive | Sarcastic | Self-conscious | Selfish | Unstable | Clumsy | Rebellious | Emotional | Swears
(Source: sendameme)
fifteen associations.
reblog and fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.
( animal - wolf
( colour(s) - grey, white, silver
( month - december
( song - if i die young, the band perry & run, daughter
( number - 16
( day or night - day
( plant - roses
( smell - open air & rose water
( gemstone - rose quartz
( season - winter
( place - winterfell
( food - apples
( astrological sign - leo
( elements - fire & earth
( drink - sweet wines
bold what applies to your muse: flaws edition !
feel free to add more.
easily scared | whiny | repetitive | selfish | arrogant | easily excitable | too silly | stubborn | blank minded | overly cautious | loud | easily bored | untrustworthy | disloyal | manipulative | over sensitive | possessive | clingy | obnoxious | gullible | annoying | judgmental | tactless | merciless | unlucky | soft-hearted | sarcastic | reckless | paranoid | unsophisticated | pushy | self-critical | smart-ass | infamy | solemn | erratic | sadistic
bold any fears that apply to your muse!!! italicize what makes them uncomfortable!!! (and add your own if they aren’t listed)
the dark | fire | open water (sea/ocean) | (any) deep water | being alone | crowded/enclosed spaces (agoraphobia) | confined spaces (claustrophobia) | change | failure | war | being controlled/lack of free will | prison | blood | drowning | suffocation | public speaking | natural animals (any kind) | supernatural monster/animals (any kind) | heights | death/dying | dying alone | intimacy | rejection | abandonment | the unknown | the future | not being good enough | scary stories | talking to new people | poverty | loud noises | being touched | powerlessness
(Source: sparklyscion-blog)
