notthedyingtype

[notthedyingtype]

Hey guys, still mostly writing on discord for the time being, but just popping in here to say:

Please don’t be an asshole to your pets. If you can’t care for them, rehome them or take them to a shelter. Please don’t abandon them on the side of the road.

[notthedyingtype]

Alright guys, I do want to be here but it’s taking everything in me to even function day to day most days and it’s so exhausting. I miss writing. I miss my muses. I miss you guys. I’m just not able to balance work, home life, and writing right now. So if we are mutuals and you want to keep in touch, please feel free to hit me up on d.iscord while I find a way to breathe through the stress….

willgrahamslastbraincell

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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.

[notthedyingtype]

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 ] .

[notthedyingtype]

「   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! ’

[notthedyingtype]

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

[notthedyingtype]

               “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

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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.

[notthedyingtype]

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.

[notthedyingtype]

@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.

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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.

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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.

[notthedyingtype]

@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."