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Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

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Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

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Headcanon meme~

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oftvxics:

the questions seemed to be flooded her way not even a moment later — and kari was grateful at least, for the respite. this she could focus on. this she could manage. “not my first tattoo.” she replied, one shoulder shrugging easily. ( she had five thus far — most of them hidden, the only one of them visible was the vine wrapping around her wrist and up her arm. ) she held up two fingers pressed together. “just this size. on the back of my neck. as for the font, it’s in his handwriting. i’d like to keep it the same but if it’s too much trouble, i can find another artist to do it for me.”

grayson nodded, doing his best to stretch the paper out and keep it as flat as he could. ❝ i can do exactly how it is here no problem, if you don’t want to change anything ? ❞ gray asked. ❝ it’ll probably take about forty minutes to finish it, and i’ll charge you one hundred for it if you wanna get it done ? we can do it right now if you have time, or schedule an appointment if you’d rather come by another day. ❞

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     “grayson,” alma admonished, hushed and urgent. her grip on the man’s waist tightened and she caught him before he could trip and fall over nothing as he stumbled around in a drunken stupor. “quiet, you’ll wake logan.” the halls of the zaharov house were completely dark except for the light coming in from the street, and in that moment alma had never been more thankful for her enhanced vision. she steered grayson around the open door of the bathroom as they headed for his bedroom, and the hand that was clutching his squeezed tighter. she finally shouldered her way into his room and deposited him on his bed with a sigh. “stay there,” she ordered firmly.

     she’d found him at the dusty crow, drunker than she’d ever seen him, nearly passed out on a stool, so she settled his tab and took him home. alma frowned; she’d never seen him this bad. each time worried her, but this one felt different, worse. after getting him a glass of water from the kitchen, she headed back upstairs and put it down on his nightstand. after a moment of hesitation, she reached out and caressed his jaw gently, shaking her head before she looked down at him. she asked quietly, mostly to herself because she didn’t know how much he’d be able to comprehend at the moment, “what’s gotten into you, gray ?”

grayson’s brain was hazy. he was pretty sure he was supposed to be at the bar, but when he opened his eyes, the man was laying on his back in what was clearly his bedroom. he wasn’t sure how he had gotten there, but on his brain there was something about logan and maybe alma ? he couldn’t be sure, but whatever reason he was alone in his bedroom. it wasn’t exactly where he wanted to be; there were so many memories there, in that house. memories of the day he and laura moved in, with a toddler logan and a promise of a future. memories of every single fight, of love-making and of laying in silence, simply enjoying each other’s company. there was also the memory of their final interactions, of grayson waking up with his clothes torn in the middle of the bedroom and the only woman he ever loved laying unmoving next to him. 

gray pushed himself up wobbly, staring at the large rug by the end of the bed, knowing there were stains under it he never quite managed to clean. his arms trembled and the man fell backwards onto the bed, hazel eyes staring unblinking at the ceiling. how many nights had he laid there, in a much similar position, with laura’s head on his chest ? he took a sharp breath when alma touched him, not even noticing her enter the room; grayson felt like he was submersed in jell-o, the entire world moving slowly and feeling like a dream.  ❝  t’was our anniversary. ❞ he replied-- or, at least, that was what he tried to say. to grayson it sounded perfectly clear, but with how drunk he was, the phrase was more likely a slurred mess. ❝ today. twenty-seven years together. but not, because she’s dead. ❞

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ok so i’m gonna try and make my way through replies so as i focus on that imma leave my ims for later but i’ll get to them at some point i swear !

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ohmirian:

“That’s ridiculous. You’re ridiculous! A slight stabbing? Grayson…” Interrupts herself with a sigh, having to sit back for a bit and just look at him. Mouth slightly open, like she’s about to keep going, but catches herself and leans back in closer. She throws a bloody towel down on the floor and reaches for the bandages, starts wrapping it around his arm. “How’s that feel? Better?”

❝ it is a slight stabbing ! it would’ve been a real stabbing if you were having to pull out the knife from my stomach right now. ❞ grayson replied, a slight hiss escaping his lips as the bandaging touched the wound. ❝ yeah, it feels good. thank you for helping me with this, logan would’ve lost her damn marbles if i got home bleeding. ❞

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“At what point does a man turn into a monster? I don’t believe that it’s when he does horrible things, but when he accepts that he’s able to do them, and that he does them well.”

(via viciously-yours)

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hello people of the world i’m finally home so i’m going to work on the seb stan muse i’ll be applying for later tonight but replies should be coming soon ! also if we haven’t plotted yet, pls hmu !

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this is an uglie mobile post because i’m still stuck in this hell known as my uncle’s house but if u have any connections a seb stan muse would work for pls hit me up ok thank u

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hello, friends ! i have a big family lunch in a couple of hours so i don’t think i’ll manage to do replies until the evening. if my uncle’s house has good wi-fi i’ll be around mobile on my rph ( daddvrios ) & on d*scord ( i put it under the cut in case anyone wants to add me there ! ) so if y’all wanna plot or just chat, that’s where you’ll find me !

hi hello again add me at fox#9349 !