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@pixiezee asked: ❛ i wanted to ask you... what if you can't find Snow ? what will you do? ❜ (Apple @ Bigby) ; &. 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝟐 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

    He wasn't the type to lose his composure. Not like this, but his senses were all over the place. Desperate to find her. Her smell was everywhere, but nowhere at the same time. His own anxieties were bringing up parts of him that he was desperate to keep down in his heart for years to come. Though, even now, his own hackles were raised, hair unraveled and fuzzed to a point where even he didn't know what he was doing.

    Pacing around the room, Apple's scent lingered between the walls, and he hadn't recognized until he heard her voice. His hands tightened, and he swore there was something warm staining his prints. Blood, and fresh. His own. Claws were protruding from his fingers again. The one time his own emotions began to mess with his guise. His humanity was slipping by him momentarily.

    A pause. What could he do? What if he couldn't find her? Was there a way? Could he track her with his mere abilities alone?

    " ... I don't know," he managed to mutter in a hoarse whisper. "I ... don't know, and I'm scared if I don't figure out soon. I can't think about it. Not right now."

    He didn't want to know of the inevitable. The stress was enough to make him go full fur and claws out. Turning to Apple, a twisted look on his face screamed fear, but more anger than anything, " ... I'm gonna need your help to find her. Whatever I can find-- anything to get a clue to track her. I need it."

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tease — do they like teasing their partner(s)? do they like being teased? how do they like to tease/be teased? ( for Tanith >3> ) [ @shelving-spices ]

A-Z NSFW HEADCANON MEME ! - accepting

she teases outside of the bedroom. when in the bedroom, all forms of confidence on that fade away in an instant. she isn't a sexually charged type of person, and is just more of a softer, romantic creature. she'll tease in a playful way, whether it's through little kisses, touches with her tail, etc. etc.

for HER, however, being teased is the easiest thing you can do. she shrivels up and gets all soft and giddy when someone plays with her like that. she's a sucker for love like that.

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watched in 2024 → Abigail (2024) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett

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"...Are there deer around here?" he asks that like he's planning to do something. - @flameandindifference, for John Ward

unprompted asks - always accepting!

    " ... deer? Of course, there's plenty around here." John was near oblivious to what Lucius was asking for until it clicked. His book was set to his table, eyes fixated for a moment toward him with a concerned look.

    " ... you're wanting one to ... eat, right? You can't take any from the nearby farms. There's a couple of wild ones that run around nearby. You can find some that sit near the house, if you want to go hunting."

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BACK TO THE FUTURE 1985 — dir. Robert Zemeckis

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    Hands gently pressed against her palms, almost unsure to try and lift. She had the strength, though the hesitation had her stuck for just a moment. Blinking, she tucked part of her hair back to the side that covered most of her face. But making some kind of observation was enough to make a couple of assumptions - they needed something for the nose ...

    "I'm having fun," she spoke, though her tone would hint to not having fun, the plainness of it was enough for her to be content with it. "I promise I am. But ... I'm just a little weak. A little ... from the cold. But I like to help. Let me try ... to lift."

    Looking around, she kicked at some snow to find some pebbles in the ground beneath them, reaching to grab a few; more than enough to make eyes and mouths. A handful for some left over to put some more details together.

    " ... could these work? They're not too dark ... but just a little gray," she asked, gently lifting her hand to show Akali the rocks she found. Shiny pebbles that could glisten in the sun, really.

“That’s okay,” Akali said, offering up a smile.  “I consider myself to be pretty strong, so I can do most of the lifting.”  She wasn’t as tall as Priscilla, about four inches shorter, but if they were only building one up to Priscilla’s height, Akali should still easily be able to put the head on it.

“The important thing is that you have fun.  You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”  Akali wanted to do all of it, so she didn’t mind if Priscilla sat some of it out.  She would have gone out herself if she could not find anyone to go with her.

Not having any buttons for the eyes was a good point.  They did not have a carrot for the nose, either.  Akali frowned and stopped in her tracks while she considered these conundrums.  “Well, people also use coal for the eyes and buttons and everything.  We don’t have coal, but that’s really just a kind of rock.  I bet if we dug up some of the snow, we would find plenty of those we could use for them.  It might not be the prettiest thing in the world, but it would get the job done.”

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Maxim Kopf - Portrait of the sculptor Mary Duras at work (1928)

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01.2020 Hamburg

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Vanilla Sunday Meme

For muns who aren’t into explicit sexual content, but don’t mind approaching the topic. Feel free to cross out any questions you aren’t comfortable with!

Is your muse a romantic? Do they dream of love and marriage?

Is your muse a deviant? Are they overly flirtatious or forward?

Is your muse good at kissing? Are they experienced?

Does your muse initiate a lot of physical contact?

Is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection? 

Does your muse steal clothing from their partner?

Is your muse the big spoon or the little spoon?

Is your muse comfortable with, or proud of their body? Are they insecure?

Is your muse attracted to any features in particular?

Have their crushes been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split?

Have their partners been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split? 

Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.?

Where is your muse most sensitive? 

Is your muse more submissive or dominant in a relationship? 

Would your muse ever tempt their partner, e.g. flirting, wearing tight/sexy clothing?

Does your muse initiate heated/sexual contact, or do they wait for their partner?

Does your muse leave hickies? Do they ask for them?

Does your muse like to be pinned down, or to pin their partner? 

Has your muse reached first/second/third base? Home run? 

Would your muse be interested in engaging with multiple partners?

Would your muse ever send a sexual text message? Would they send pictures?

Does your muse read smut, own magazines, or watch p-rn?

Is your muse the type to discuss their sex life or sexual prowess with others?

Is your muse a top, a bottom, or a switch? Do they have a lean?

How interested is your muse in sex and sexual activity?

Do they have sex frequently, occasionally, or rarely?

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The Evil Dead, 1981, dir. Sam Raimi

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Mikheil Arbolishvili (Georgian, b. 1987, lives and works in Tbilisi, Georgia), 5 December Night, 2020. Oil on canvas, 9 1/10 × 7 1/10 × 4/5 in. | 23 × 18 × 2 cm. (Source: galerie bruno massa, Paris, Tbilisi, Busan)

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[ CONTACT : 👻E. Spengler👻] : oh, very well. she's picked up a new side hobby, and i got to tell you about it when we meet in person. she's been spending all her time on it, and she's been sharing some of her works with me when she's not hiding in the bedroom. and it isn't just cooking she's been doing.

[ CONTACT : 👻E. Spengler👻] : and i'm glad you and the fellas down there liked the casserole. she loves making it! if you ask, she'll start inviting you guys for dinner. :)

[ CONTACT : 👻E. Spengler👻] : i'm almost out on the street, but i promise on that. whatever we order, i got it covered this time, but for next time only. i don't like you spending your money for lunch. it's a basic need, and i should be keeping you guys covered on that.

[ CONTACT : 👻E. Spengler👻] : i'll see you in a few minutes. i think i'm making it to the sidewalk.

[ CONTACT : 👻E. Spengler👻] : i think!

📲 🖂 [LT. COLUMBO]: How is Mrs Columbo? Well, I hope.

📲 🖂 [LT. COLUMBO]: Everyone at HQ enjoyed that casserole she made. I'll thank her when I next see her in person.

📲 🖂 [LT. COLUMBO]: Reception is correct. Signal is another word to describe it. Either works.

📲 🖂 [LT. COLUMBO]: You can cover this one if you promise to let me cover the next one.

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    He wasn't one to judge solely on what was on the front page, but what the contents could hold. Like a book, but with a flip of the pages and reading what it offered, there was more to know, and she seemed to set that in stone. There was more to her pretty face, and she had that kind of power to back up her beauty. In that, he found that to be admirable. And powerful.

    Hands rested firmly in his lap, focus on her to assure that he was listening to what she was offering. With so many businesses and places to travel for it, he was slightly enamored by that. Though, there was that one comment that caught his attention - the anti-Mutant strike. Right ... he had heard of that movement in the past. While he had no part in it, nor did he attempt to support it, the aggression and unreasonable responses behind it brought a sense of sadness to him.

    " ... I've heard about that strike. I never understood that anger and ... pain behind the movement. I empathize with you on that," he said with a sad look in his eyes. Not sympathize, but empathize; that anger toward someone who could have a greater power above humans was such an odd reason to be angry and resentful. Though, he knew anger, and this was nothing like that. The curse he held within, and the pain of his past ... it was something he wouldn't dive into it, but he understood it.

    The next step was the job process itself. The shift was sudden, and now it had become more of a job offer than an interview, per her words. Forest green eyes seemed to glance back up to Emma, met with that icy and intimidating gaze. The offer that was set before him had him pause for a second. This was ... a lot to take in -- much more than he had anticipated entering the office. A smile crossed his lips, head raising high for a moment.

    "Well ... for an offer like that, I can't exactly say no," he chuckled. "I'll take the offer. It sounds promising to me, and you have more than a good credibility to make that happen. I will say, the pay is ... more than gracious to what the Culver Institute had for me.

    " ... tell me, if I were to move here to be on campus, where would the location be? I'm just curious, is all."

The moment he mentioned wanting a coffee, his preferred way of taking the beverage flashed at the forefront of his mind; it was an unobtrusive read, simply an easy way to expedite the instructions to her assistant, who was already in the lounge down the hall from her office. Efficiency in her domain was something she prided herself on, be it the academy, her businesses, or the Hellfire Club. She could only hope, of course, that he would not ask questions, given that the coincidences could eventually raise suspicion.

She needed to know his stance on Mutants, before truly exposing him to the purpose of her academy.

"I'm more than just a pretty face, Dr. Banner. I graduated with honors from Snow Valley private school, I attended Empire State University...I was on the path to my Doctorate in behavioral psychology when the university was shut down during an anti-Mutant strike, of course, and I simply chose to alter my path. I own multiple businesses here in Boston, as well as New York City, London, and Paris, I am CEO of Frost International, and I'm co-owner of the Hellfire Trading Company. I have countless connections across a multitude of trades and proficiencies that I could have gone to in order to fill our vacancies with little headache."

There was a pause as a young man knocked and quietly entered the office, placing a tray with a single mug of coffee, made to his specific liking, as well as a small plate of English spice drop cookies. She smiled, dismissing Liam, and turned those icy blues eyes back to Dr. Banner.

"Of all the applicants we've had, you interested me. I'm not out to simply shunt you into some small role, that would be doing you a disservice. This is less of a job interview and more of an offer. The Applied Physics position includes tenure, as well as options for research and development for specific projects, budget included. If you require housing, we do cover your moving expenses and getting you settled before the semester fully kicks into gear. Salary will be roughly $200k yearly, as a starter. Not sure what you were being paid as a researcher, but rest assured you will not be left wanting here."

There was a smirk following her proposal.

"I'm not one to take no for an answer very often, Dr. Banner. So what do you say?"

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Mun Game: Judge me based on my taste in characters! (updated to 2025!)

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    The crash was accidental. For a split second, time blanked from her conscience and her car was on the road to the side into the grass. Something happened. Physically, she wasn't entirely there. Was this an attempt of her consciousness loosening from her mind? Was it Elizabeth's doing? She wasn't entirely sure, nor could she understand what she was capable of, and yet, she couldn't react. It was dampened and pulled to the darkest depths, unable to cry for help.

    Slowly, the cones of her vision were darkening, watching her world fade as she fell back into what felt like the emptiness of space. No one else except herself and Elizabeth attached to her back. What an odd reality this came to be. Was this death? God, she was hoping it was. Perhaps, this crash was what was coming to her in terms of karma.

    Until it wasn't. Harriet was out of her car, finding herself laying into an armchair with a warm quilt around her shoulders. She gasped, exclaiming with surprise. She did not understand her surroundings. Where was she?! Was she in someone's house? Oh God, did she shift forms in the car? Did she break into someone's home? Every worse possible scenario ran through her head, panicking to herself with a slight shiver until she noticed that a man sat across from him.

    He was unfamiliar. No one she recognized by name. With a set of repetitive blinks and broken in-takes of breath, she managed to calm herself down ...

    " .. where am I?" She managed to mutter, looking around from the chair. "A-And ... who are you? I ... I don't know what happened, but I'm ... I'm lost mentally. Did I ... " A hand reached to press against her forehead, another tight around the corners of the quilt to keep her warm, " ... I don't know what I'm doing here."

Closed Starter for @monmuses

Jonathan locked up the garage and walked to his truck. Ordinarily, he'd just take the teleporter back to his apartment, but the night air was simply lovely this late at night.

Starting his truck, he headed towards the base, windows rolled down to feel the breeze in his face. He didn't get far, however, before something caught his attention. Up ahead, a wrecked car sat in the ditch on the side of the road.

That wasn't there this afternoon. Quickly pulling up beside the crash, he hit the hazard lights on his truck and jumped out, running over to see if anyone was inside. There was- a woman, in the driver seat, clearly unconscious. With some effort, he wrenched the door open. Unfastening her seatbelt, the Engineer gently lifted her from the seat and hurried away from the wreckage.

Crap. The heck am I gonna do? The heck am I doing? he thought to himself. Your merc instincts took over, duh, he thought back. Save a teammate in trouble. Set her down somewhere safe and- what, call the cops? You know they don't come out this way. Too many crazed lunatics with guns.

Guess he knew what to do next, then.

Approaching his truck, he manipulated the passenger door open and gingerly sat her in it, finally thinking to check her pulse. Yes, she was alive. Thank goodness. Shutting the door, he drove home as quickly as he could without jostling his unwitting passenger, thankful that no-one was on the roads this late. Now that he thought about it, what could have happened? He didn't see another car. Perhaps she had swerved off the road to avoid hitting someone, or something?

Something to ask her when she woke. For now, he was home. Pulling into the parking lot, he scurried up the stairs and pro-actively opened the door to his apartment before returning for the woman. Laying her on the couch, he had the thought she might be injured. Wow, Jonathan, get it together! he thought, as he checked her for blood.

There was a cut on her head- likely from hitting her head on the steering wheel. Fortunately, she had been wearing her seatbelt. He couldn't see any other cuts, but she'd likely have bruises forming shortly. Getting a quilt out of his linen closet- warmth and weight were helpful with shock, right?- he lay it over her and pulled his nearby armchair close to wait for her to wake, collapsing into it as the adrenaline began to crash out of his system, leaving him feeling more tired than he'd been when he set out this evening.

Exhausted though his body may feel, he couldn't have slept if he wanted to, the seconds turning to minutes unnoticed as he watched over his unexpected guest.

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Rope dir. Alfred Hitchcock (1948)

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LATE NIGHT WITH THE DEVIL (2023) dir. Colin Cairnes & Cameron Cairnes