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a hum fell past his lips, nodding his head at her words. ❝ i am back, yes. ❞ he stated and tilted his head. ❝ he doesn't really tell many people that he's got a twin, really. ❞ he added on, his shoulders rising and falling in a small shrug. ❝ i mean, i don't think anyone would want to speak about their twin brother after thinking they're dead after being abducted at a young age. ❞

"But. . .you're back now," Malia said suspiciously. "Stiles would've told me." He'd lied to her once, about Peter, but that was when he was trying to protect her from finding out what a psychopath her father had become. They didn't keep secrets from each other. And his twin coming back. . .that was a good thing. Stiles always told her good things.

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the corners of his lips quirked upward before a laugh had bubbled up past his lips at how she jumped around at how cold it was. he couldn't help but grin toward her. ❝ paybacks a bitch, isn't it? ❞ he questioned, laughter evident in his words as he moved closer to her. ❝ at least i didn't hit you in the face. if i did, it probably would have hurt a little more. ❞

Cici was actually rather proud of herself for having managed to somehow sneak up on him - even more so that she was able to hit him in the face with it! Her eyes glanced down as he packed his own and she backed up a little. Slowly but she wasn't as fast as she should have been and therefore when she got hit, she screamed and jumped around a bit. "Cold! Holy shit COLD!"

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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂  𝐑𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  .  (  pt  1.  the  art  of  touch  )   Set  the  stage  for  longing  glances,  lingering  touches,  and  the  quiet  tension  of  unspoken  words.   ✧  ˚₊  Themes:  soft,  slow  burn  &  a  touch  of  angst 

✧     ›    SOFT   &   FLUFFY   .

My  muse  tucks  a  loose  strand  of  hair  behind  your  muse’s  ear,  their  fingers  lingering  for  a  second  longer  than  necessary.

My  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse’s  shoulder  during  a  long  ride.

My  muse  surprises  your  muse  with  breakfast  in  bed,  complete  with  a  handwritten  note.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  under  their  umbrella  during  a  sudden  downpour.

My  muse  gently  wipes  away  a  tear  from  your  muse’s  cheek,  their  touch  tender  and  careful.

My  muse  laces  their  fingers  with  your  muse’s  absentmindedly,  only  realizing  it  after  a  few  seconds.

 ✧     ›    TENSION   &   SLOW  BURN   .

My  muse  fixes  your  muse’s  tie/dress/jacket,  their  hands  brushing  against  their  skin  for  just  a  moment.

My  muse  leans  in  as  if  to  whisper  something,  their  lips  dangerously  close  to  your  muse’s  ear.

My  muse  catches  your  muse’s  wrist  before  they  can  leave,  their  grip  tightening  just  slightly.

My  muse  watches  your  muse  from  across  the  room,  their  gaze  lingering  even  when  caught.

My  muse  challenges  your  muse  to  a  bet,  knowing  exactly  what  they’ll  ask  for  if  they  win.

My  muse  absentmindedly  plays  with  your  muse’s  fingers  while  they  talk,  not  even  realizing  they’re  doing  it.

✧     ›    ANGST   &   EMOTIONAL   .

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  into  a  tight  hug,  as  if  afraid  to  let  go.

My  muse  wipes  away  the  blood  from  your  muse’s  face,  their  hands  trembling.

My  muse  shows  up  at  your  muse’s  doorstep  in  the  rain,  eyes  filled  with  something  unspoken.

My  muse  gently  cups  your  muse’s  face,  whispering,  “Why  do  you  always  have  to  make  things  so  difficult?”

My  muse  kisses  your  muse  like  it’s  the  last  time  they’ll  ever  get  the  chance.

My  muse  lets  your  muse  go,  even  though  it’s  the  last  thing  they  want  to  do.

 ✧     ›    TEASING   .

My  muse  corners  your  muse  against  a  wall,  a  smirk  playing  on  their  lips.

My  muse  whispers  something  in  your  muse’s  ear  that  makes  them  blush.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  onto  their  lap  with  zero  warning.

My  muse  playfully  steals  a  bite  of  your  muse’s  food,  then  grins  as  they  lock  eyes.

My  muse  deliberately  leans  in  closer  just  to  see  your  muse’s  reaction.

My  muse  drags  their  fingers  slowly  down  your  muse’s  arm,  pretending  it  was  unintentional.

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a hum fell past the werewolf's lips at her words, nodding his head slowly before he tilted his head in the slightest. ❝ what kind of new spell? ❞ he questioned, quite curious now.

Isabelle hadn't realized that she was being watched and was too focused on what she was doing that he nearly startled her. "Just practicing a new spell," she told him honestly.

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there was a sigh that fell past cade's lips at her words, shaking his head slowly. ❝ no. that's different. thinking you're crazy is completely different from what you're saying, which is crazy. ❞ he pointed out. ❝ do you want me to explain it in simpler terms? ❞

@bittcntwiin. cora keeps her eyes on cade, ready to fight him in some capacity if she has to. she doesn't like people making assumptions about her or saying shit about her. she's a hale, they're nothing if not feisty and ready to fight. ❝ it's the same fucking thing. ❞ cora pointed out, her tone deadpan, ❝ you think what i'm saying is crazy, and that came from me. therefore, you think i'm crazy too. ❞

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@theknifeinyou asked ❄️ (from cici)

he did hear the slight rustle behind him, followed by footsteps in the snow. he was turning around when a snowball hit him right in the face --- bullseye! he froze briefly, pun not intended, and brushed away the snow from his face, coming face to face with cici who had a grin on her face. his mocha hues narrowed slightly before he crouched down to gather snow up in his hands, shaping it into a ball. and all while he did, he kept his attention on her so if she were to run, he'd be able to catch her. he reciprocated her grin as he stood up, and threw his snowball at her. instead of it hitting her in the face like she did to him, he hit her in the chest rather than the face.

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when she had broken the kiss, he swallowed thickly and looked at her as he inhaled deeply. ❝ --- do you always kiss people to stop them from talking? ❞ he questioned. a lot of people wish they could get him or his twin brother to stop talking, and this is, in his opinion, the best way to make either of them stop talking. especially cade, himself.

okay, so while she had kisses him merely to get him to calm down ( as she thought it was nervous chatter and honestly thought it was a good idea ), she didn't expect him to kiss her back.

in fact, she'd expected him to push her away.

the kiss lingers, her hands at the base of his neck as she breaks it. eventually. not stepping back, at least not yet.

 ‘ do you always kiss like that? ’ acantha questions, almost playfully. ‘ or just the girls you barely know? ’

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STARTER CALL!!

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@breakthcnight asked "Mmph!" ( acantha. )

❝ okay, but no. the only way it could really work is for someone else to go do it. because if i were to go do it, it wouldn't get done right. ❞ there was a pause from him. ❝ so you see, i'm not that ----. ❞ he was then interrupted, a pair of lips colliding with his own and his eyes had widened in the slightest. he was tempted to break the kiss, pull away and put a stop to it, but why? it did take him a short moment to realize that he wasn't kissing back, so he did. he kissed back.

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he smiled lightly at her words and nodded his head. ❝ i've never seen either of those movies. ❞ he admitted with a chuckle falling past his lips. he didn't watch much television or any movies, but that was because he had things he had to do rather than relax and sit in front of the television or a computer to watch movies or shows. ❝ maybe one of these days, or evenings, we could have a movie night or something like that. ❞

"Yeah. You." Pamela smiled; she hadn't admitted that to garner pity from him. She was fine alone or with a friend, but she was glad that she had him on her side. "And right? A change of scenery might be good. I heard Ireland or Scotland would be great to go to. I'd love to go to Scotland. Braveheart and PS I Love You were set there, and I loved those movies." She was already relaxed by the time she leaned back against her chair, her legs crossed under the table.

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❝ twin. ❞ he responded simply. ❝ i'm the twin that got abducted at a young age by werewolves, who took care of me but also bit me. i'm still unsure of why they abducted me in the first place, but they did. it happened and it's also in the past. ❞ he explained. though, she hadn't asked for one, but he was used to having to explain it to those who have been around his twin brother.

"Just a werewolf, huh?" Malia snarled, decidedly not appreciating his amusement. "Then why do you have Stiles' face?" It was unsettling to see this face and hear this voice, and have it not be her boyfriend.

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truth be told, he does feel it, but only a little bit. it doesn't fog his mind like it does most. his healing abilities does help him out in the sense of not getting as high as she thinks he does, unless the marijuana is laced with a small amount of wolfsbane that would definitely get him high. ❝ there is no weird reason that i like hanging out with you. it's what friends do. ❞ he stated, his shoulders rising and falling in a small shrug before his gaze fell upon her, before he removed his zip up sweater and reached over to drape it across her shoulders.

"It was a joke," Cici laughed, pushing her hair over her shoulder. "Has to be some weird reason that you like hanging out with me. It's certainly not the fact you like getting high together." She looked around before following after him, her boots thudding on the ground as she fell into step beside him. "Alright, sounds good to me." Plus it was starting to get really cold out and she was already shaking a bit.

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his brows had risen in the slightest at the growl that came from her as well as the demanding tone within her question. though, the corners of his lips quirked upward in the slightest, clearly amused. ❝ a werewolf. ❞ he answered simply, his shoulders rose and fell in a small shrug. he's being honest, at least...

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Malia growled at the boy who was not Stiles--because he was not Stiles. "What the hell are you?" she wouldn't bother asking who he was; she didn't really care about that. What she cared about was that he was wearing her boyfriend's face.

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Send "Stop talking" for your muse to shut mine up by kissing them

Alternatively send "Mmph!" for my muse to be the one to interrupt yours with a kiss.

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DARKER THRILLING PROMPTS

content warning for themes of violence, gore, death,  horror and general dark themes as stated in title. obviously these can be used for any context but i figured i’d provide some content for spooky season. ♡

ANTAGONIST 

“  did you really think you could hide from me?  ”

“  no one is coming to save you.  ”

“  now,  i’m gonna have to kill you.  but i won’t let it hurt.  i promise you that much.  ”

“  what?  crying already?  ”

“  keep your goddamn mouth shut!  ”

“  oh,  don’t look at me like that.  surely you’re used to being hurt by now.  i always pick the damaged ones.  ”

“  damn—  you’re a really fucking fast runner you know that?  ”

“  it’s so cute that you think you’re going to survive.  ”

“  you can scream all you want.  no one will hear you.  ”

“  i’ve been planning this for so long.  ”

“  oh yes,  i remember now.  i had so much fun killing that one.  ”

“  i really wish you hadn’t said that...  ” 

“  well shit.  i didn’t want you to see this—  blood really isn’t my color.  ”

“  i’m warning you to walk away now.  forget you saw this.  ”

“  if i see you again,  i’ll take your eyes.  ”

“  don’t give up now,  i’m just getting started.  ”

“  i was hoping you’d put up a fight.  ”

“  stop squirming— it will hurt less.  ”

“  you’re not getting out of this.  ”

“  i’m afraid it has to be this way.  ”

“  it was always going to end like this.  just accept your fate.  ”

“  i really don’t like having to do this.  please don’t make it harder.  ”

“  just let go,  feel the life draining away. it’ll be peaceful.  ”

“  shh it’ll all be over soon.  ”

“  oh,  you’re going to be a fun one to take apart.  ”

[ INTIMIDATE ]  for one muse to use gentleness in a threatening manner  (  stroking their face or hair etc  ). 

[  CRUEL ]  for one muse to threaten the other by putting a hand around their throat without fully choking them. 

[ TRAPPED ]  for one muse to wake up bound to chair. 

[ GROUP ] for both our muses to wake up,  bound and about to be tortured. 

[ KNIFE ] for one muse to stab the other.

[ BULLET ] for one muse to shoot the other. 

[ CRACK ] for one muse to break the other’s bone  (  feel free to specify location  ). 

[ BRUISE ] for one muse to punch the other.  

[ CAUGHT ] for one muse to discover the other in the act of killing someone. 

[ LATE ] for one muse to discover the other after they just killed someone. 

[ QUIET ] for one muse to menacingly put a finger over their mouth to indicate the other to hush. 

[ WHISPER ] for one muse to put their finger over the others mouth while intimidating them.

TARGET/WITNESS

“  why are you doing this to me?  ”

“  what the fuck do you want from me?!  ”

“  i swear to god i’ll shoot!  ”

“  what the fuck is wrong with you?  ”

“  i’ll do whatever you want,  it doesn’t have to be like this.  ”

“  why are you like this?  what happened to you?  ”

“  please—  help me—  ”

“  i think i’m dying—  fuck i’m gonna die…  ”

“  i can’t keep running.  ”

“  please, stop—  ”  

“  go to hell you fucking bastard!  ”

“  i won’t cry for you.  ”

“  hurt me all you want,  i won’t let you break me.  ”

“  go fuck yourself.  ”

“  oh,  i don’t think you’re misunderstood.  i just think you’re a little bitch who only gets off when they’re hurting people.  ”

“  newsflash asshole,  we’re all fucked up.  you don’t see me going around killing anyone over it.  ”

“  what did you do? what the hell did you just do?  ”

“  you said you wouldn’t do this anymore.  ”

“  enough! just.  stop.  ”

“  okay,  you’re really starting to freak me out this isn’t funny anymore.  ”

“  just leave me alone! ” 

“  we have to keep running—  ”

“  get the fuck outta here,  it’s not safe!  ”

“  we can’t hide here forever.  ”

“  who’s after you?  ”

“  don’t leave me here!  ”

[ DEFEND ] for one muse to fight back against the other. 

[ LOGIC ] for one muse to try and reason with an antagonist. 

[ FLEE ] for one muse to witness the other do something violent and immediately run away. 

[ LIVE ] for one muse to be injured by an antagonist and barely survive. 

[ HELP ] for one muse to stumble upon the other after getting attacked. 

[ SURVIVE ] for one muse to have to leave the other behind to run from an antagonist. 

[ GRIEF ] for one muse to watch the other get hurt/killed. 

[ PURSUIT ] for one muse to chase the other. 

[ SURPRISE ] for one muse to grab the other from behind,  hand over their mouth but with the intent to help them hide. 

[ COLLIDE ] for one muse to run into the other’s arms after fleeing from an attacker. 

[ AID ] for one muse to find the other in shock,  hiding from something or someone. 

[ RESCUE ] for one muse to just narrowly get saved by the other. 

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Send my muse unhinged anons

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send ❄️ to throw a snowball at my muse