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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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anyone else getting strange messages with gofundme links at the end?

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meme call? (specify muse[s])

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send  me   ‘  💔  ’   to  generate  the  angsty  way  that  our  muses  kiss. | @notthedyingtype

💔 - Xavier @ Cecilia

#6. A Kiss as a warning

They shouldn't be doing jobs together anymore. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, falling into helping each other when he should, by all rights, be out for her blood. But isn't that just when it gets good? When tall, dark, and handsome meets femme fatale, should be enemies but find themselves unwittingly drawn back to each other no matter how hard they try to resist?

Except there wasn't much resisting when it came to them, and the clichés only garnered so much intrigue after they spent more than one night together. She's a mess in the morning and eats far too much takeout; he pisses in the shower and loses himself in books to the point where she has to work to get his attention. The mystery didn't last long, but that seemed to only make them want to keep seeing each other. She's a free agent, works for herself, but he...well, he has bosses to answer to, and neither Cecilia nor Xavier imagine that his higher-ups would look kindly on him continuing to spend time with her.

And maybe that's also part of why she keeps going to his place.

But not tonight. On this night, they're at a restaurant together, something nicer. He's in nice pants a button-up, she's in a black dress and red shoes. His arm slips low around her waist, tracing the line of her panties through her dress while they wait to be seated; her hand stays chastely above the belt, though she tugs at his ear occasionally with her teeth. Almost idle movements from both of them, something simple, casual, nothing they think too hard about while they stand and wait and watch people pass them on their way out.

Cecilia shifts her weight slightly from one foot to the other, starting to get a little impatient, when Xavier grips her hip tighter, tense suddenly.

"What is it?" she asks, looking around to find what's got his attention now, someone with a gun or something otherwise alarming. She sees nothing, and her smile starts to curl her lips, eyes shifting to look up at him teasingly. "C'mon, X, no need to start jumping at shadows now, it's fine."

"Move." He nudges her to move to the side, but it's dinner, not a showdown, so her steps are hesitant, slow, until he all but glares at her and she starts to step aside.

"Why? What's going on?"

"Get over here." He tugs her hand until she's against him, and, with a glance over his shoulder first, he turns so her back is against the wall and kisses her. It's a surprise, but she isn't one to question him when she realizes he's serious, so she simply slips her arms around his neck and plays every bit the part of two lovers bored while waiting. A few people pass by them, and Xavier finally breaks the kiss, breathing a sight of relief.

Cecilia reaches up to wipe her lipstick from his mouth. "Are you going to tell me what happened?" She almost jokes that maybe she was simply too irresistible, but she doesn't, just in case he's in something of a mood.

He isn't, though. He smiles licks his lips. "My boss's boss decided to be here tonight, too."

"Oh? Maybe we should go back to my place instead," she teases, her own grin growing now that the tension has eased.

"We're not having takeout again."

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ALFIE SOLOMONS ▸ Peaky Blinders, 4.4

requested by @raincoffeeandfandoms

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meme call? (specify muse[s])

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Who’s the science now, bitch?

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@choserage continued from here       he really didn't think he'd done anything irrational. the fact that there aren't a trail of bodies speaks for his restraint alone and he barely refrains from stating this. there should be a line as far as protecting those he cares for and can he really be blamed for crossing it occasionally? it wasn't like he made a habit of it.           "— watch me."       warnings meant nothing to him and whatever he had to do would be done without a second thought or feeling of guilt if it was necessary. 'that's just life' was a shitty excuse for something happening if it can be avoided.

while will can understand the reasoning behind what caleb did, it still did some matter to make him happy. happy that someone actually cared about him though it did frighten him in some manner. he's always been alone, ever since he was a child it felt like -- so now? now he was unsure how to truly feel about something that felt so vulnderable.

the small smile curled against the edge of his lips is warm, happy, but warm. "then at least promise me you won't get hurt?" it didn't seem like he ever did see caleb hurt, now that he thought about it.

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her smile grows warmer as she lifts her mug to her lips, humming softly at the warmth as it blossoms deep within her. her gaze remains fixated on the form of her lover, watching as she wanders about the kitchen, tending to breakfast. it felt nice to finally have someone around to take care of her -- for lack of a better word. she simply wanted to let this sway in time stretch into eternity forever. "we'll see where we stand after breakfast." she agrees, taking another sip of her coffee. "do have some plans for the day."

the corners of her lips quirked upward in the slightest at her words, a hum falling past her lips as she moved to the oven to check on the home fries. sure, a good crunch was good with them, but she didn't want them to burn. burnt home fries weren't as good. ❝ i mean, i could be afterward. ❞ she mused lightly and grabbed a pot holder so she could take the home fries out, placing them on the counter on another pot holder so it wouldn't damage the counter. ❝ i wouldn't mind. ❞

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there's another gentle kiss to the crown of her head before she is moving around, letting his grasp around her loosen so she can do so freely. his smile is warm, inviting, as he pulls her in closer to him. relishing the taste of her lips against his own once again. "of course i can, babe." he was his own boss -- in a sense. sure he had a higher up to report to when he wanted time off, to tell he would be late, &&. turn projects in to, but he didn't have a set schedule.

palm rises to rest against her cheek, savoring that kiss for another moment longer before he is pulling away with another warm smile.

"i mean, it's not like the trees are going anywhere today. a cloudy, gloomy day? darren shouldn't expect any less in a call off. doesn't make for good pictures."

she could damn near melt right there as he pulled her in closer. not aggressive or demanding, but loving, soft, everything she wanted and needed from him. "my appointment today rescheduled to this weekend so... i can stay here all day long if you can." she didn't want to tell him to call off of work but she definitely wanted him to. she turns around so she's facing him, her hand reaching up to cup his face, fingers lingering so softly around his jaw before leaning in to kiss him.

it took everything in her power to not just climb on top of him and continue where they had left off the night before.

"can you call off work? if you can't, i can come back over later. i'll just go spend some time with connor or just hang out around here until you get back if he's busy..."

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@poisonpicked // jason "jax" tried to console mike: "“ why don’t we hang out tonight? like we used to, you know? order in cheap take-out, watch crappy movies, go for a walk… whatever you want, right? “"

the world feels like it's off of it's axis still, but it's not as drastic as it was. a lot has been changing for mike lately, &&. the majority of it for the better, he still had a few slips into unease when he let his mind wander down a rabbit hole into darkness.

today was one of those days.

three fingers delicately press the plastic rectangle of his phone to his ear, simply letting the quiet settle to contemplate an honest answer. was company wanted? yes. especially jason's. but part of him still felt like it wasn't a necessity to function. how long had it been since he had even said hello to another human being that wasn't over the phone? mike let's that silence linger a moment longer over the phone before he answers, static crackling as he speaks. "i'd like that a lot."

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☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs - it's time to spread positivity !

how have i not answered this yet? oh my god i am so sorry boo. thank you so much, ily and the feeling is well beyond mutual!! we need to do more things

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@poisonpicked // emily stayed at tony's: "“  i don’t wanna get up.  ”"

his fingertips are light &&. nimble as they drift over her shoulder, pulling her in closer against his side with a quiet chuckle. it was a mutual feeling. he'd much rather spend the rest of the day in bed with her, letting the world slip on by while they repeated the events of the night before -- work simply had to step in the way of those plans. anthony turns to press a gentle kiss against the crown of her head, squeezing at her shoulder. "so maybe we should stay here." he offers quietly as he glances down at her. "i could call off from work."

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. ☽ 𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗘𝗟 ♁ 𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗬 ♁ 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗧 ☾

𝘖𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘺. 𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘣 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦…𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘣 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

. IND. PRI. HIGHLY SEL. OC Multimuse ft. Karter Kane, fandomless treasure hunter Written by Joey

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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

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Scar Survey starters

"What's the story behind this scar? It looks like it has a tale to tell." "I can't help but notice the scars on your arms. They seem to have quite the history." "Every scar has a story, right?" "Did this one happen in a battle, or is there a different story behind it?" "Your scars are like a roadmap." "Where did you acquire this scar?" "I've always been curious about your scars." "This scar on your shoulder looks like it's been through something intense. What's the story?" "Scars tell a story of survival. Care to share some of yours with me?" "Scars aren't just wounds; they're badges of honor." "This scar on your hand seems different. What's the story behind it?" "Scars can be reminders of both pain and triumph." "Scars make us who we are." "Scars are like a visual history." "What's the history behind this scar on your back?" "I've been wondering about the stories behind your scars."

[SURVEY] The sender gently traces their fingers over the receiver's scars, curiosity evident in their touch. [SHARE] The sender rolls up their sleeves, revealing a collection of scars. [EXPLORE] The sender and the receiver spend an evening examining each other's scars. [TRACE] The sender leans in, delicately tracing the outline of a scar with their lips. [DISCUSS] The sender initiates a conversation, asking about a specific scar. [REVEAL] The sender opens up about the scars on their own body. [TOUCH] The sender's touch is gentle as they explore a particularly sensitive scar on the receiver's skin. [POINT] The sender points out a scar, prompting the receiver to explain the circumstances that led to its formation. [COMPARE] The sender and the receiver compare scars. [NARRATE] The sender narrates the story behind one of their scars. [LISTEN] The sender listens attentively as the receiver recounts the tales associated with each scar. [SHARE] The sender opens up about a particularly meaningful scar.