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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐀. An Independent multi - muse ft. original & canon muses from the 100. Preacher. The walking dead. Justified, and more.
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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)
→ 𝐈 . GENERAL
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . ❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down . ❛ door . hold a door open for my muse . ❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . ❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair . ❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take . ❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing . ❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] . ❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST
❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . ❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare . ❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them. ❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . ❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told . ❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope . ❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground . ❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry . ❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE
❛ wink . wink at my muse . ❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] . ❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face . ❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair . ❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest . ❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . ❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms . ❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder . ❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] . ❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue . ❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse . ❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after . ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
→ 𝐈𝐕 . VIOLENT
❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face . ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse . ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back . ❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object . ❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground . ❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse . ❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . ❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. ❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse . ❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
→ 𝐕 . NSFW
❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse . ❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] . ❛ go down . go down on my muse . ❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops . ❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse . ❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body . ❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .
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「 RP MEME : SPARRING / TRAINING . 」 * change pronouns as needed .
‘ let’s go again. ’
‘ i’m not done yet. ’
‘ you’re focusing too much with your left/right foot. ’
‘ here, try it again. ’
‘ steady your breathing. ’
‘ you’re getting better. ’
‘ you’re getting sloppy. ’
‘ show me what you’ve got. ’
‘ too slow. ’
‘ you’re moving too fast! ’
‘ watch me first. ’
‘ no, hold the gun/staff like this. ’
‘ straighten your posture. ’
‘ am i too stiff? ’
‘ i’m don’t think i’m getting this. ’
‘ it’s six am. it’s time to train. ’
‘ i don’t need your help. ’
‘ i can train by myself, thanks. ’
‘ i’m just trying to help you. ’
‘ that’s right. let it all out. ’
‘ you’re letting your emotions control you. ’
‘ clear your mind. ’
‘ we’re done for today. ’
‘ good job out there. ’
‘ i think you’re already better than me. ’
‘ no offense. you’re good, but you’ll never be better than me. ’
‘ stretch first, then we’ll get started. ’
‘ wait for my word, then throw the first punch. ’
‘ teach me that move. ’
‘ i want to learn from you. ’
‘ focus! ’
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send “ who did this to you ? ” for the sender to find the receiver injured and demand to know who did it.
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status: owing Will Graham a thousand apologies
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“All of the other little things that make me up… the microbes &&. bacterium &&. the billion other little things that live on my eyelashes &&. in my hair &&. in my mouth &&. on my skin &&. in my gut &&. everywhere else, they just keep on living. &&. eating. &&. I’m serving a purpose. I’m feeding life. &&. I’m broken apart, &&. all the littlest pieces of me are just recycled, &&. I’m billions of other places. &&. my atoms are in plants &&. bugs &&. animals, &&. I am like the stars that are in the sky: There one moment, &&. then just scattered across the GODDAMN COSMOS.”
-Riley Flynn, Midnight mass 1 x 04: Book 4: Lamentations
MUSES || RULES || INTEREST TRACKER || MEMES || VERSES
#&&. zer0 αs α number. ( ooc. )#α colorful bαnd of mısfıts. ( sp. )#(making a VERY SLOW come back here so support the brand of ideocracy)
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ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY/COMMENT, JUST PUBLISH.
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smile begins to fade the minute she sees his bloody frame in the doorway, lips parted slightly as they down turn in mild concern, gently reaching out for him, but stopping. she had to find a fix first.. faux crystal lined mask had been knocked free at the door, settled among shoes that lay by door as hands fly to pull cabinet doors open, searching for water, rags, anything that could help staunch bleeding. she doubts there would be a first aid kit in the kitchen, that's more reserved for the bathroom or linen closet (in her eyes), and she just needed a temporary fix for now. "jacket! why didn't you say something earlier when this happened?" quiet admonishing of the other male, slim hands trembling as they cradle face, lips gentle against bridge of nose. "stay here you fucking idiot. i'll be right back with a first aid kid."
@notthedyingtype said [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding - Lyla @ Jacket
"the sniper population decreases—" jacket, hands trembling, nearly drops his tape recorder as he fast forwards the tape to another line "—in the event of an accident, locate the nearest first aid kit." enough said, he shoves the tape recorder in the pocket of his jeans and discards his iconic chicken mask in the doorway of the small safehouse he and lyla had found themselves in. his blood splattered jacket quickly follows, revealing the bloody shirt underneath, most noticeably the spot where a stray sniper bullet had hit him in his side as he had attempted to slide into cover. he hadn't really noticed how bad it was until after the chaos and adrenaline and bloodlust had settled as he made his way back to see lyla.
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hey guys, i'm trying to make a slow come back here once again. i've been doing writing over on disco (willgrahamslastbraincell) while i've been away as it's easier to reply there than it is here most days for me. i will keep most threads i still have here active, but if any other mutuals wanna start writing over there, you have full permission to add me (or @ me with plots/ships/talking to get stuff started)
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@wakingdrcams // wes was direct with lyla: "Pinned, Wes to Lyla, killers verse"
nimble digits are gentle in tracing the lines of brick that beneath narrow palm, a soft hum curled and perched behind full lips, watching the world unfurl around her -- waiting ever patiently for target to come. she had been told that he would be here by this time, even hours earlier, and still she waits.
piercing gray hues are slow to roll with a heavy sigh, that patience of hers wearing thin as it pulls taught and saws across shattered heart, pressing back against edge of building once more before slipping away -- she'd go back to room, wait for another day to get him. another chance. it was futile to do this, she didn't want to forego days worth of tailing just to return to square one. that was a desolate place to be lost in. stiletto nails scrape against loose brick dust, hearing minute fragments break and shatter as they tumble to the sidewalk as she passes, mind lost to the recesses of an unknown variable in this hunt, not to the passing world that she is cutting through. so the rush of footsteps and press of hands cuts through that temporary mind fog at last minute.
gasp is torn freely from parted lips, that rough texture that she had spent the last few hours committing to memory soon pressed against the minor expanses of skin that show above skirt. studious gaze takes in full surroundings before settling on familiar face, lips still parted in gasp pull back into warm, cheshire smile, hands that had raised on instinct soon find their way to lining neck. "wesley jade...."
talk about a blast from the past.
"now, i'm all for surprises," a pause as she adjusts under strong touch, back arching off of rough material while hands wander to pull at waistline, that hum that had curled against tongue worming free as chest heaves, "but having you as the end cap of my day. now that's one i had truly wished i had seen coming. are you here for me or mr. denton?"
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@poisonpicked // amun joined lee in the shower: "blood swirling down a shower drain"
warmth decorates in small patterns over chest, throat, &&. shoulders -- fabric long since abandoned hours earlier before hunt began. slender digits cascade through silver tresses as head tips back under the warm spray, hum curling up the back of saturated throat. wrists drape loosely over shoulders so finger tips can dance against the scarred space between shoulder blades. thoughts become adrift to the hunt that had left him satisfied.
that same low hum curls out once again as the familiar warmth of a presence slips in just out of reach of those nimble fingers, turning to better face the man behind him. smile is warm, glorious in its blood painted appearance, pale hands reaching to cradle at tanned jaw as laughter laces into words spoken so carefully. "i missed you on the hunt today, my love. where did you disappear to?" gentle kiss is pressed to lips, not paying a mind to the smear of blood against skin, letting the falling water wash it away down the drain.
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@dcwnseeker random asks are love, random asks are life: "PLS WRITE ME SOMETHING OF JOEY HOLDING CLARICE AFTER SHE HAS A NIGHTMARE"
darkness. it chokes, suffocates &&. consumes, swallows &&. burns, everything that surrounds her -- it's heavy against her chest as breaths tighten into a stuck mass against heart, narrowing the space for it to beat fully, hammering against chest &&. blurring vision.
"no... please, no... no, no no, not again... anywhere but here...." voice echoes &&. dances across a barren waste, snapping through that darkness hard enough to give whiplash as she sinks through memories &&. back into nightmares -- back into trauma. tears sting against backs of eyes as nails scrabble &&. scrape against rushing sand, feeling it break under brittle grip, slipping into that abyss once again. scream is halted against throat as red-black light consumes slumbering mind. anywhere but here.
frame shivers next to a warm body in bed, hand balling sheets into a small fist next to head, whimpering softly as she twitches in her sleep. she had become lost to those tunnels in iraq once again, never seeming able to escape those living nightmares, no matter how hard she worked at it. clarice had been so adamant in joey staying over that night, hoping he would help to ease those nightmares back, hoping that he would be able to help her sleep the night away, but it didn't seem that it did help -- that nightmare worming its way back into her sleeping form.
she twitches again, rolling to press against his laying form, seeking out a comfort that she cannot find in that darkness. his arms lift to wrap around shoulders in the same frame that she rolls, drawing her in closer, whispering soft words to her as a form of comfort. small frame shakes in warm hold, those gentle words &&. touch eating at darkness. though not quick enough -- one last twitch practically tearing through a body being overloaded with adrenaline, breaths quick &&. heavy &&. hot against the back of her throat, tearing herself out of his hold as that halted scream finally breaking free as shit sits bolt upright. knees are brought to chest, elbows resting over them as arms curl back over head, condensing in on herself as hands are placed at shoulders and pull back. her own narrow palms slip to tangle arms tightly around shoulders of his own; crawling into his lap with quiet sobs, shaking &&. quaking in a warm hold, incoherent apologies tied to lips in endless chant.
#dcwnseeker#clarice stokes -- inbox answer#( thy shall consume dust -- house of ashes. )#(hold her close joey please!! these two.... i love them your honor)
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@choserage // caleb was honest with will: "“You look like shit.”"
chills skitter &&. dance down column of spine from damp ring of sweat that seeps out of hairline -- headache pounding, throbbing, in time with the beat of heart in his temple. will's brightly lit hazel-blue hues linger at the others outstretched hand as frame quakes. he can feel that fever consuming his body whole, burning at the backs of eyes, setting the world ablaze as it shakes &&. shivers &&. quakes around him.
"you look like shit."
words are teeming with echoes, reverberations bouncing them down to him in this funnel he found himself in, lips tipping back into an odd smile. "it's..." a brief pause to gather scattering thoughts. "it's nothing. just a headache." except, he knows that that lie is visible in the way that hands quake around glass of amber liquid.
#choserage#will graham -- inbox answer#ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss; ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ɪ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ. ( undt. )#(encephalitic will? yep! caleb. bud. have fun with a stress riddled will that desperately needs help but won't ask.)
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@brokenmagxc called will: "❛ are you sure you’re gonna be okay on your own? ❜"
four years had found will happy &&. content with life, stress free at the hand of partner that helped to keep him tethered into reality all that time ago. four years. now it was slipping so freely down the drain, circling at the invisible collar linked around throat -- ever loyal for institution that he had grown a cold disdain for. he knew that jack would always be desperate for another profiler to find &&. hunt as doggedly as will did.
the tattler had taken to calling the newest rising killer 'the tooth fairy', a name that will didn't truly like, but could use verbatim when discussing case over the phone to man that is states away. lips stretch back into a radiant smile as laughter lines tongue, though not words, staring at the ground beneath feet with plastic square pressed against ear.
"i'm sure i will be. i'll check in every night." even without laughter laced into those words, there is still kindness &&. love, longing &&. ache of missing tied to every consonant. "besides, i'm only here for another day or two &&. then i'm pulling myself. i don't care what jack says." except they both knew the truth -- will graham wouldn't leave this case until the killer was found.
dead or alive.
#brokenmagxc#will graham -- inbox answer#ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss; ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ɪ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ. ( undt. )#(some very post hannibal stuff for these babies finally!)
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@dcwnseeker // clarice &&. joey spend time with his family
nimble digits dance against length of arm as hand slips into his own, smile brilliant &&. warm, lips pulled back to reveal larger front teeth that do nothing to mar the radiance that curls through her frame. it was always an honor to come here -- escape the real world &&. drift into one that she never thought possible knowing the past endeavors of her own. his family was one she sorely wishes was her own (maybe one day it could be). deep, chestnut hues find his own over her shoulder, all but pulling him through the front door to his own families home.
"oh come on, really? you say that like it's such a bad thing." laughter is laced into her words so earnestly that she almost lets it rack against shoulders. gentle touch pulls arm around waist, leaning back into him with a gentle hum as attention turns back to the open foyer of the home. "oh valentina!" voice is melodic &&. gentle, knowing the soft spot his youngest sister held for her. "i know your mom wouldn't let me, but you gotta let me take her for her first piercing." attention diverts back to the man behind her, that smile never once fading. "if you manage to talk her into it that is."
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there's a gentle nod to capped head at his request, filing it away for secondary action in line, finishing getting the presentation ready for him first. that would be more important. it wouldn't take her long to get the equation reworked all things considered -- they were headed in the right direction, they just needed more depth and range to what they wanted to see. it was a simple fix if she had ever seen one.
fingers fly against the keys before her, already setting into fixing the equation. "one step ahead of you, boss." it was easier to stay on top of now that they knew where they were falling short. deep chestnut hues lift to where he had wandered, watching as he sets to texting rachel. nose wrinkles slightly at the thought, turning back to her work.
Eric huffs through his nose at her response. It's fair, of course; Caelus is his creation, his baby, and he was the one who always spoke to the higher-ups about changes and funding, so it makes sense that Clarice wouldn't be involved. Her brains are always valued, but he knows what the issue is, and he got to this point because he's also very intelligent. He knows that.
"Well, if you can rework the equation while I start the proposal, that'd be great." Then, at least, they wouldn't lose much ground because of this roadblock. And if they can get this done before the rest of the team is back on Monday, even better. Seems like it'll be a long weekend...he'll have to text Rachel and let her know he'll be late. With another soft sigh, he takes out his phone and sends her a quick message.
#dcwnseeker#clarice stokes -- convo#( thy shall consume dust -- house of ashes. )#(lowkey miss t9 texting lol)
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finger tips are gentle as they dance across shoulders to pull her in closer to an already tired frame, letting her settle fully before tugging her in against his side. gentle and loving. lips press lightly against the crown of her head, not moving more or speaking out of turn as she seems to fully settle against bare chest and twisted sheets. those same gentle finger tips soon pass over shoulders to trace along spine in mindless shapes in some attempt to soothe her into sleeps warm embraces. he can hear the fatigue laced into her voice as she speaks next though, a quiet chuckle rumbling out of his chest.
"might? i think i am, just gotta give it a minute."
@notthedyingtype said: “If you listen to my heart, it might help you fall asleep.” - tony @ emily
"yeah?" she's smiling just a little bit though as she shifts on the bed, moving her head from her pillow to rest instead against his chest. she closes her eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. in a way, it did comfort her, but she wasn't sure how much of that was his heartbeat and how much was because of his closeness, the warmth of him underneath her, his arms around her, holding her close. she finds herself almost lulling off, but she forces herself to stay awake, at least for the moment.
"you know, you might be right about that..."
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