LITERATURE QUIZZES: Repost with your muse’s results for the following quizzes.

BLAINE ANDERSON

HOMERIC EPITHET: GREAT TELLER OF TALES – You are Blaine, great teller of tales. The Greek hero Odysseus had many epithets ascribed to him (others included “much-enduring,” “cunning,” and “man of twists and turns”), and this was one of them, so you’re in good company.

FATAL FLAW: YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH THE IDEA OF A PERSON – You’ve got a crush, but the other person is simply incapable of living up to your expectations. You love the version of them that you’ve created in your mind, and not the person they really are. Yikes. You’re going to Gatsby this up so hard. You’re going to wind up dead in a pool. Two other people will also die. Everyone will be disillusioned with the American Dream. It’s a messy situation all around

GREEK MYTHOLOGY DEATH:

MURDERED BY A FRISBEE, ESSENTIALLY – The god Apollo is your lover in the nighttime, but the wind god, Zephyros, wants you for himself, because you’re just that much of a catch (no pun intended). One day while you and Apollo are throwing the discus back and forth (it’s ancient Greece, so this is just something that people do), you are struck by the oncoming discus and killed instantly. Plot twist! It was Zephyros who blew the discus off-course and caused your untimely and wholly unnecessary death, because I guess he comes from the “if I can’t have them, nobody can” school of dealing with his feelings.

LITERARY SETTING: 

PEMBERLEY – You got Pemberley, Mr. Darcy’s stunning country estate! This elegant mansion is replete with classy chaise lounges, tasteful decoration, natural beauty, and large marble statues of wealthy, gorgeous Brits. Totally ideal for a charming, Lizzy Bennet-type like yourself! The secluded woody hills are perfect for taking dates on long, romantic (un-chaperoned) strolls, and the house itself is so Instagram-worthy that even Taylor Swift (house-party hostess extraordinaire) will be jealous of you and your squad’s bash-throwing capabilities! 

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theindieflash.

Sebastian tapped his hand against the top of the bar, a grin tugging at his lips as he turned to look at Blaine for a moment, “Consider it done,” he nodded, raising a hand to get the bartenders attention and order them both another round of drinks. It usually took him a lot more than a couple of drinks to get him buzzed, so he figured he’d be okay, besides, tonight was all about Blaine and helping him forget about whatever bad day he’d been having. He could totally do that.

He shrugged his shoulders as Blaine’s question, taking a moment to look around the rest of the club, it wasn’t as if there was anyone else in here tonight worth his interest, especially not when Blaine was stood this close to him. So, he turned back to look at Blaine and gave him his usual smile, “Nothing as dramatic as you, Killer, I’m afraid you’re the only one who’s drowning their sorrows tonight, i just wanted to get out of the house. And since this is Lima’s only gar bar, my options were pretty limited,”

Blaine blinked as Sebastian ordered them another round before he was even finished choking down the few last sips of his first drink.  Oh well.  They were both here to get a drink (or two..or..maybe more..who knows?) and he didn’t necessarily want either one of them to stop.  Not yet anyway.  Sebastian deserved a drink just for offering to put up with his miserable self. Mental note to himself that he owed buying Sebastian a round next time.

Sebastian’s turning to glance at the body of the club behind him drew Blaine’s attention from the corner of his eye and he shifted to look up at his friend’s profile. For a moment he wondered if Sebastian knew how grateful he was to have him in his life.  Knowing himself? He’d end up telling him if he got to the bottom of a few drinks.  A drunk him was a lovey him.  No hope for escape!  He gave Sebastian a lopsided half-smile, brows flinching upwards in time with his shoulders.  “Thanks for giving me the chance to,” their drinks were slid across the bar and Blaine blindly reached for his not looking away from the taller of the pair, “Well.  I promise not to damper your night too much with my mood.  I mean..I’m here to forget right?   Which means we are going to have to dance later.”  His smile widened. “Maybe?”

coop.

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“I’m sorry — are you talking to me right now? Because I can’t tell if you are talking to me if you don’t point your finger.”

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“Cooper.  I’m looking you right in the eye.  Do I really have to point, too?  Come on..  I thought we were past this?”

“I’d catch a grenade for you” {From Santana}

lyric starters: bruno mars

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“You know that the feeling is one hundred percent mutual, right?”  Blaine leaned in close enough that their shoulders rested against one another.  He lived for nights like this.  When the loft was quiet and they could sit out on the firescape and talk.  Just the two of them. About where their lives were going, what they wanted to be.  Without all the chaos of four people living together and the front Santana still slipped into when they were all in one room. Seeing the real her who let random promises like that slip out?  There was nothing he’d trade the opportunity for.

barry.

      “It’s not too much,” Barry reassured him, reading ( or at least sensing ) a trace of insecurity in Blaine’s tone, as if anyone could be anything but appreciative towards such a welcoming. “Actually, it’s exactly what I would have done.” In his case, he would have spent half an hour dashing up and down his loft, wondering if he had lit too many candles, or too few, or if the flowers were too much, or if maybe he should add a vase with flowers on whatever space was left on the first flat surface he caught sight on. Which was why he was relieved Blaine had been the one to invite him over instead, unknowingly sparing him from some serious stressing out. 

It was not too much, not to his eyes, but for someone who would have done the exact same thing, Barry was still having a hard time wrapping his head around why anyone would go through that much trouble for him. Not because there was some masochist tendency trying to convince him he didn’t deserve it ( all thoughts of that nature were kept at bay when Blaine was around ), but because any scenario at all, anything the other would have wanted to receive him with would have been perfect, nothing would have been repelling. After all, how could it when behind it rested the intention of doing something nice for him? To prove just how appreciative he was, Barry walked over the few steps that separated them, a single hand reaching over to cup Blaine’s chin so he could tilt his head up towards him and press a tender kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”

A cool splash of relief washed in, tickling it’s way across the growing temperature of his cheeks and down his spine right into his belly where it eased the discomfort that was building up the more he watched Barry take everything in.  It hit him so hard that a sigh nothing short of an unspoken thank goodness that he couldn’t hold it in was exhaled deep enough that his chest sank.  And he could officially breathe again after.  “I know it is.  But I wanted to preempt that and take my chance while the taking was good,” he hummed softly mindlessly chewing on his bottom lip right after.  Round eyes watched the taller of the pair close, enjoying how he lit up and smiled at him.  This reaction was why he did what he did.  Just to see that expression.

The distance was closed and Blaine stopped gnawing on his bottom lip the second his chin was taken into Barry’s delicate hold.  Nothing, short of a few things he wouldn’t think about currently, could make his knees as weak as the seemingly small, but to Blaine, intimate beyond words gesture. Putty in his hands.  Or hand.  That’s what it made him.  Head to toe, he relaxed and lifted up slightly meeting the kiss gently as his fingers touched down, feather light, against the bends of Barry’s elbows.  “You’re welcome,” another kiss and he lowered his heels the inch or two to the floor they’d risen from.  Dumbstruck for a beat, he gave him a lopsided, curious little smile then seemed to catch himself with an upwards twitch of his brows and a stuttered.  “You can make yourself comfortable while I get us some wine.  Pick a movie maybe?  Anything you want.”

killerblonde:

WEAPONLESS.      casual reminder that if you rp with someone who plays a canon character, don’t make assumptions on their interpretation based on how they’re portrayed in canon. everybody has their own take on their canon muses, and judging them before you even get to understand the way they present their muse is completely uncalled for. getting past your own thoughts is hard, I get that, but try to keep your opinions unbiased until you get a better understanding of their take.