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Will, in the mood for a heavy make out session with his partner on his lap? 10000000%

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charlie ‘nomad’ eblin appreciation post

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hands linger at that tumbler of whiskey before him, debating another drink despite knowing what the night would hold, foregoing it for the time being. there would be more at the party. the stopper settles back onto the decanter, setting his liquid dappled cup back down next to it, keeping honey yellow hues fixated on the other male through the entire scenario.

or they were until he is asked about his attire. those same hues are beyond hesitant to move -- flashing rapidly between elias &&. his own clothes, before settling fully onto the tattered heather sweater &&. dark jeans he is wearing beneath that mid-thigh pettie coat. "well... i was gonna say yes..." he didn't see anything wrong with it. it was easy to blend in in night city wearing rags like so &&. that was the main component of his job. to blend in. brows furrow slightly as he turns full attention back up to the playboy, sighing heavily in distaste. seriously? barbie dress up? "i have not, no. didn't even know you had another brother, if i'm bein' honest." he knew declan &&. that was it -- the brother that had hired him on to keep elias safe from potential threats. he's manaed so far without incident. would going to lawrence's possibly hinder that perfect record? only one way to find out. hands linger momentarily longer on the decanter of alcohol before slipping away.

"i'm fine." he wasn't, but he didn't need to let that be known. he's drove under worse conditions before. "just.. lead the way. i'll pick out a car when we get there." first his clothes &&. now the rover? what was he getting himself into?

@notthedyingtype continued from here (sorry got the legacy editor error so moving to a new post lol)

The smile that clings to his lips is one of pure mirth &&. concealed rage, keeping his back to the playboy. He pushes that instinctual feeling back down where it belongs -- hiding it under cockyness. “Not the whole gig. Only parts of it.” Declan had hired him to keep his brother out of harms away, a party was the perfect place for harm to befall him. Yellow hues slowly find their way around the room until the settle on Elias. The near perfect picture -- lounged back in his chair, cocktail in hand. Elegant, but still holding onto the air of party. “So I get a pity invite because you think I want to be there?” Jasper chuckles softly &&. crosses to the bar in the room. “What do I get if I say yes? A snide remark?” There is a slight bitterness to his words, he drinks it back with a burn of whiskey on his tongue. “Do you really want me there, Elias? Inviting the disaster? Or do you want me there to keep you safe?”

elias watches him cross the room, the small amused smile on his lips betraying the look of almost coy boredom he tried to keep up for appearances. jasper was certainly one of the more interesting people he had come across, though the fact he was nothing more than a babysitter did dampen that some... or so he told himself. yet, here he was, trying to figure out if he would be going to this stupid party with him...

"say i do want you there, are you wearing that?" he gestures towards him absently with his free hand, the other still holding his glass. "if the answer to that is yes, well, that's just not gonna work. my tailor is out on vacation, you're too tall for any of declan's clothes, and your shoulders are too wide for anything of mine... so we'll need to go to my other brother's place..." he sighs, seemingly lost in his own thoughts for just a moment as he takes another drink. "have you met lawrence yet? i haven't spoken to him in weeks, but i know him and declan talk fairly often — maybe you were around declan when they were talking." he wasn't jealous of course, but maybe he would like to have a better relationship with lawrence, not that there was much chance of that. he was, after all, the family embarrassment, and he wasn't sure if he would ever escape that...

he finishes his drink swiftly and rises to his feet. "it doesn't matter. he's probably not even home — he's been so busy with his most recent campaign. let's just head over there." he grabs his coat from the back of his chair and pulls it on. "are you okay to drive? you can pick whichever car of mine to drive."

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the quietest chuckle curls up the back of his throat from those few simple words uttered from the quiet man on the floor. touche. left side of face still remains tucked into shadows, mostly, as he turns attention down to the smaller male. arthur wasn't the worst company to have while snowed in -- he quite liked the other agent. no other assigned partner was able to keep pace with him until now. it felt... nice to have that for a change -- someone reliable he could count on when the morning started.

thumb of right hand restlessly traces over that scar tucked into a left palm hidden from sight -- arthur had his cigarette's, graham has his self induced scar. fishing accident gone wrong. but his mind doesn't stay adrift to that for much longer when the offer is tossed into the gentle air.

take turns? a quid pro quo of sorts? it had been some time since the profiler had indulged in such activities. singular blue-hazel optic flickers back to the cold tile beneath feet, contemplating a serious answer to that offer. the silence hangs heavy as a fog over those cold tiles, swirling with the soot &&. ash smeared near him. he takes longer to speak than arthur did, simply giving himself time to weigh every pro &&. con for the matter at hand.

when his voice does finally thunder out at a low gravel, it's softly spoken, the sentiment he wishes to speak, "you aren't the only one not that interesting, arthur." there comes a brief pause, nodding slightly as he turns slightly to better face the man -- that scar to the left portion of his face, curtesy of francis dolarhyde, just barely visible beyond the corner of his lips. "but a quid pro quo is okay with me."

@notthedyingtype called: i guess i should learn a little bit about you. - will ( accepting. )

“ should you now ?? ” a brow raises in surprise. the cigarette at the mouth falls victim to a nervous hand that shakes as it grabs it from the lip. he is laying against the cold floor, staring out the window above him and to the right. snow blocks most of the glass outside, casting a shadow over his face. he supposes there are worse things than being snowed in. and will was not bad company. but the office floor is pretty cold, and the cigarette does nothing to warm his tired bones.

he's too wound up to find rest, even if the frigid air lulls him to sleep like a corpse in a coffin. should he entertain some insightful banner to pass the time instead ?? or was that, perhaps, a more dangerous thought than it appeared ??

“ i'm not very interesting. ” arthur mumbles, putting out his cancer stick against the tile next to him, where soot and ash smears on the surface. he probably looks a bit ridiculous, laying down where he was, sweater crinkling as it rose just above his slacks, revealing his belt and a sliver of the navel ( and with that, the paling of skin, layers of tan scarring leading to the hip, but it is hard to discern at this angle ). his gun was long since abandoned beside him, holster on the ground so he could more comfortably lay. they had been trapped for hours now — honestly, even with how freezing it was this low, the floor was far better than trying to sit on one of the stiff industrial chairs strewn about, even if he looked a little foolish in doing so. at least his back will be saved by the end of this.

“ how about— ” he starts after a short pause, as if it took a moment to convince himself that silence was not the answer. his head lulls to the side, curly brown hair falling against pale tile as dark brown eyes look up at will. “ we take turns. ”

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Send 🩸 to find a wound that my muse was trying to hide

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morning after starters

“  last night was nice.  ” “  lets do this again some time.  ” “  i’ll leave my number.  ” “  i gotta go, sorry.  ” “  can’t you at least stay for breakfast?  ” “  i’ll make coffee—don’t go anywhere.  ” “  next time, maybe i’ll buy you dinner first.  ” “  if we do this again you better buy me dinner first.  ” “  i don’t think my legs work again yet.  ” “  i don’t wanna get up.  ” “  no don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers.  ” “  there’s no way i can hide these marks…  ” “  this was probably a mistake.  ” “  this can’t happen again.  ” “  you always say that, and yet we wind up right back here.  ” “  are you watching me sleep?  ” “  you look cute all frazzled like this.  ” “  why are you looking at me like that?  ” “  keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed.  ” “  something wrong? ” “  i’d stay if i could, i promise.  ” “  so if i put my number in your phone, you actually gonna text me? ” “  i made breakfast.  ” “  how do you take your coffee?  ” “  fuck! i’m late—  ” “  did you turn the alarm off?  ” “  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window.  ” “  i can’t find my shirt.  ” “  babe, we slept in.  ” “  i know you’re awake.  ” “  i’ll stay.  ” “  why don’t you stay?  ” “  i like waking up with you.  ” “  i like having you here at night.  ” “  you know, if you moved in we wouldn’t keep having to say goodbye like this.  ” “  so when are we gonna actually go on a real date?  ” “  do i smell bacon?  ” “  you made pancakes?  ” “  come on, come back to bed.  ” “  you weren’t there when i woke up.  ” “  i thought you left.  ” “  do you want me to go?  ” “  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ” “  you’re really beautiful/handsome. even if you drool.  ” “  you talk in your sleep, ya know.  ”  

ACTIONS:  1. for one muse to surprise the other with breakfast in bed 2. for our muses to go another round in the morning 3. for your muse to join mine in the shower while getting ready for the day 4. for one muse to stop the other from trying to sneak away 5. for one muse to invite the other to spend the rest of the day with them  6. for one muse to convince the other to stay in bed the rest of the day 7. for our muses to have sex in the kitchen instead of finishing breakfast 8. for our muses to spoon 9. for one muse to wake up with morning wood  10. for one muse to wake the other up with oral  11. for lazy morning sex  12. for one muse to wake the other because they’re having a nightmare  13. for one muse to distract the other from getting ready by kissing/groping them 14. for one muse to kick the other out of their home  15. for our muses to wake with no recollection of the night before  

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comforting a lover after a nightmare

“ babe, wake up. “

“ you okay? “

“ i had a nightmare. “

“ you’re safe... “

“ are you awake? “

“ you woke up screaming. “

“ i need a minute. “

“ it just felt so… real. “

“ wanna talk about it? “

“ i’m here, okay? “

“ it's the third one this week. are you sure everything's okay? “

“ just hold me. “

“ you almost rolled out of bed, hit your head. caught you last second. “

“ will you stay up with me? “

“ it's just a bad dream. “

“ please don’t go back to sleep just yet. “

“ want me to spray the monster under the bed? “ “ “

“ can i stay with you? i had a really bad dream. “

“ here, take my hand. “

“ you kicked me... “

“ it’s just a bad dream. “

“ hey, look at me. look at me. it’s not real. “

“ wake up! “

“ i can't breathe... “

“ c'mere. lay with me. “

“ hey… are you crying? “

“ i'm glad you're here. “

“ hey, what’s wrong? “

“ let’s stay up for a while. “

“ this is so embarrassing... “

“ i woke up screaming? “

“ probably woke the entire neighborhood... “

“ you wanna tell me [about your dream]? “

“ it was like a horror movie... “

“ you good to go to sleep? “

“ i’ll stay up with you. “

“ i had a really crazy dream. like... really crazy. “

“ i think i’m gonna stay up for a while. make sure you're okay. “

“ you’re crushing my hand. “

“ hey, calm down. calm down. you’re okay. “

“ i’m going back to sleep, but don't hesitate to wake me if you need anything. “

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send me "I don't want to be alone tonight." for my muse's reaction to yours saying that to mine.

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 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  .

❛   what  are  you  doing?   ❜

❛ what ,  you’re  going  to  kill  me?  ❜

❛ fuck !  put  the  gun  down !  please , come on !  it’s  me ,  alright ?  ❜

❛   what  are  you  doing  with  that ? ❜

❛  please ..  don’t  do  this  anymore !   ❜

❛   let  her/them/him  go  or  i’ll  blow  you  away !  ❜

❛  wait ! okay …  okay !  okay , i’ll  tell  you ,  whatever  you  want  to  know  ..   ❜

❛ you  point  that  thing  at  me  you  better  pull  the  trigger .  ❜

❛ alright , alright , alright  ..  i’ll talk !❜

❛ please ,  just  let  me  go ,  i  won’t  tell  anyone …  i  promise  .  ❜

❛  let  me  out  of  here !   let  me  go !❜

❛you’re  not  getting  away  this  time  …  ❜

❛   actually ,  i  think  i  better  get  going  …   it’s  late  and  … ❜

❛come  on !  fight  back !  fight  back !  fight  back  you  coward !❜

❛   come  on ,  hit  me !❜

❛   do  it !  pull  the  trigger !  do  it  ,  do  it  ,  do  it !   ❜

❛ come  and  find  me  …  polo !❜

❛ i  don’t  want  to  hide  anymore ,  i  don’t  want  to  be  afraid  anymore  …   ❜

❛   you   keep   saying   you’re   going   to   stop   but   you   don’t !  ❜

❛   how   many   more   people   need   to   die   before   you’re   satisfied ?  ❜

❛   why   are   you   doing   this ?❜

❛   don’t   come   any   closer  ,   that’s   far   enough  .   ❜

❛ if   you  don’t   pull   the   trigger   i’ll   pull   it   for   you  ! ❜

❛   i  thought  that  you  were  in  danger  …   ❜

❛   you’re  dangerous  …  i ,   i  just  don’t  want  to  end  up  dead ..   ❜

❛   i  promise  i  won’t  hurt  you  …    ❜

❛can  you  please  stop  screwing  with  my  mind ,  god  !   ❜

❛   i  don’t  want  to  be  here  anymore ,  please ,  can  we  go  back ?   ❜

❛um  ….  i’m  not  sure  i  want  to  go ,   thanks   anyway  ..   ❜

❛ that  sounds  dangerous  ….   i’m  in .   ❜

❛   i  don’t  know ,  it  sounds  awfully  dangerous  …  ❜

❛stay  back  or  i  will  rip  your  head  off  !❜

❛   i  think  …   this   is   wrong ,  no .  i  can’t  just  stand  by   and   watch   it  .   ❜

❛  do  you  think  you  would  ever  hurt  me  like  that ?❜

❛   i  can’t  be  with  someone  who  could  hurt  me  like  that  …  ❜

❛   this  is  not  love  !   it   is   obsession  !   a   sick  one  at   that  !  ❜

❛   are  you  following  me  ?   what  …   what  do  you  want  ?   money  ?   ❜

❛please  …  i  have  money ,   just  let  me  go  .  ❜

❛   i  don’t  think  you  realize  how  the  dangerous  this  game  is  ..   ❜

❛   it’s  not  just  a  game  !   ❜

❛   if  you’re  in  some  kind  of  trouble ,  you  can  tell  me  . ❜

❛   come  on  ,   it’s  just  a  game ,  what  could  go  so  wrong  ?   ❜

❛   are  you  the  one  that’s  been  watching  me  ? stalking  me  ?  ❜

❛actually ,  do  you  mind  if  we  just  stop/pull  over  here  ?   ❜

❛ what  are  you  doing ?   you  missed  the  stop  back  there ?   ❜

❛   hello ?   is   someone  there  ?   ❜

❛   you’re  scaring  me  …   ❜

❛ okay ,  you’re  really  starting  to  scare  me  …  ❜

[notthedyingtype]

Send '❤️❔' if you'd be interested in discussing a potential ship between our muses!

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will graham “accidently” ate dog kibble with milk instead of cereal once and that’s why he is the way he is

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PROMPTS FOR THE FORCED PROXIMITY TROPE *  assorted dialogue for the moments and circumstances that force two characters to spend time together, adjust as necessary

who said i agreed to any of this?

i said i would help you. i didn't say i would be nice to you while i'm helping you.

you scratch my back and i'll scratch yours.

oh no. don't tell me it's locked.

i was hired to protect you. that's my job.

i'm actually starting to tolerate you, believe it or not.

i don't want to be stuck here with you.

i'll work with anyone but you.

i'm not letting you sleep on the floor.

they're forcing me to work with you and i don't like it.

how long do you think we'll be stuck here?

is that the only tent we have?

i think we're snowed in here. we'd better find a way to stay warm.

it's going to take a few days for them to reach us.

you sleep in that room, and i'll take this one.

you can't get rid of me that easily.

i'm just going to come right out and say it - i hate being here just as much as you do, but we have to make this work.

don't get any ideas.

i'm going to see if they'll switch my room.

until you came along, i had this under control.

if we're going to survive this, we'd better work together.

why did they sit me next to you?

i'd like to be as far away from you as possible.

out of all the people in the world, i had to get stuck with you.

guess you're just gonna have to get over it.

i thought you were worse than this.

i'm not going anywhere, and neither are you.

you're not exactly my favorite person to be around.

well, get used to it. i'm not leaving.

i told them i don't need a bodyguard.

i never wanted to spend this much time with you.

all this time spent together has really opened my eyes.

you're not as bad as i thought you were.

we might as well try to get along.

i guess i should learn a little bit about you.

i think that means we're the only ones left.

there's no way i'm sharing a room with you.

you again? i've seen enough of you already.

i thought [name] was coming. why are you here?

they're counting on us to save them.

since we'll be here for a while... might as well make the best out of it.

i think we can set aside our differences for two minutes and work this out.

honestly, i think i was wrong about you at first.

there's absolutely no way i'm working with you.

fine, but you're sleeping on the floor. i'll take the bed.

as your bodyguard, i'm supposed to stay with you at all times.

i think we're snowed in for a while.

you could always sleep on this side of the bed.

we have to at least pretend we like each other.

the whole point in having a bodyguard is for me to keep you safe.

i don't like asking for your help, but here i am, asking.

you and i are the only ones who can deal with this.

you don't have a say in the matter.

looks like we're stuck here.

just sleep in the bed with me. i'll even make a pillow wall between us.

i'm not sharing a tent with you.

i need you to stay out of my way.

could you at least "guard" me from over there? why do you have to stand so close?

[notthedyingtype]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

[notthedyingtype]

anyone want some w.ill g.raham kisses?

[notthedyingtype]

Will, in the mood for a heavy make out session with his partner on his lap? 10000000%