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featuring muses from atla, tlok, stranger things, lis, rdr2, twau, and the princess diaries.

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hi! sorry for my absence here! been busy as of late but i plan on responding to threads and asks soon!

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

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heyo! i’m sorry for not being here, and i appreciate all the asks y’all have sent me! i’ve been working a lot / adulting here recently so by the time i get home i’m too exhausted to do anything lol. BUT! i have the next 4 days off so i’ll be sure to get some stuff done during this time!

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miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

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Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.

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me: already rps mary-beth and sadie

me: ... should i make another r/dr blog...? 👀

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i have some suggestions rockstar

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with my portrayal of mary-beth, whenever i play the game, it always feels to me that she might possibly have a little bit of a crush on arthur?? they have enough in common with some of their similar interests and they’re generally quite respectful to one another, so it’s not hard for be to believe that she’s felt an attraction to him. ofc these feelings are subject to change, whether anything were to ever come of them or not. so my mary-beth will, at the very least, usually have a minuscule, (possibly)  unrequited crush on arthur, if any arthurs i interact with feel uncomfortable with this, just lemme know, and i’ll act accordingly when it comes to any interactions between our muses!

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Kieran flashed a smile in return to her, examining the book thoroughly. Though he wasn’t the best with his letters yet, he was trying, and the title of the book was something he could sound out, at least.

“J-a-n-e. Jay-nee? E-y-r-e. Ey… ree?” 

His cheeks burned with embarrassment. He was trying very hard to spell and sound out words, but Mary-Beth was educated, and so much smarter; how could he possibly grab her attention, being as dumb as he was?

“I-It looks like a wonderful book, Mary-Beth. What’s… what’s it about?”

          a soft titter escapes her, though it’s anything but malicious. she honestly finds it ENDEARING, just how hard he’s been working when it comes to learning how to read and write. mary-beth has found herself on more than one occasion praising him for being such a good student.

“ J-AIN, ” -- she points to one -- “ EHR, ” -- she points to the other. “ y’know, like air. ” she gestures around them for a moment before sighing. “ be a whole lot easier sometimes if things were spelt th’ same way they sound. ”

          “ oh it is! ” her eyes noticeably light up when he asks her what it’s about. “ i don’t wanna ruin it for you or anythin’, but - it’s about this orphaned girl named jane eyre who is sent off t' live with her aunt’s family. they aren’t too awfully kind t' her, an’ she eventually stands up t’ them, and ‘a course they don’t like that. -- long story short, they send her away to a boarding school for orphans. for th’ most part, she enjoys her time there, but eventually leaves when she’s eighteen t' become a governess.

          she gets a job as a tutor t' this young girl, and that’s how she meets rochester, the girl’s guardian. th’ two end up takin’ a likin’ t’ one another, but they go through their own set ‘a problems, and - well, a lotta stuff happens between them that i don’t wanna spoil for you, but just know: they have quite th' romance. it’s really quite beautiful. ”

          a moment passes before heat begins to collect in her cheeks and she smiles almost apologetically as she says, “ ah - sorry - didn’t mean t’ get so carried away there. but i really do think you might like it! ”

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famous first lines of poetry   //   BOLD the ones that apply to your muse .

i  saw  the  best  minds  of  my  generation  destroyed  by  madness,  starving  hysterical  naked    //    tyger  tyger, burning  bright    //    i  have  done  it  again.    //    do  not  go  gentle  into  that  good  night.    //    the  sea  is  calm to-night.     //    let  us  go  then,  you  and  i,    //    april  is  the  cruelest  month,     //    pretty  women  wonder  where  my  secret  lies.    //    there  is  a  place  where  the  sidewalk  ends    //    i  carry  your  heart  with  me   (  i  carry  it  in  my  heart  )    //    two  roads  diverged  in  a  yellow  wood,    //    whose  woods  these  are  i  think  i  know   //   let  us  twain  walk  aside  from  the  rest    //    once  upon  a  midnight  dreary,   while  i  pondered,   weak  and  weary,    //    i  taught  myself  to  live  simply  and  wisely    //    it  so  happens  i  am  sick  of  being  a  man    //   i  wandered ��lonely  as  a  cloud    //    does  it  dry  up  like  a  raisin  in  the  sun ?     //    o  my  luve  is  like  a  red,  red  rose    //    o  captain!  my  captain!  our  fearful  trip  is  done;     //   out  of  the  night  that  covers  me,    //   it  was  many  and  many  a  year  ago,     //    you  may  write  me  down  in  history     //     do  not  stand  at  my  grave  and  weep   //    some  say  the  world  will  end  in  fire,   some  say  in  ice.    //     hope  is  the  thing  with  feathers    //    the  wind  was  a  torrent  of  darkness  among  the  gusty  trees,     //    no  man  is  an  island,    //   remember  me  when  i  am  gone  away,    //   i  met  a  traveler  from  an  antique  land   //    ‘twas  brillig,   and  the  slithy  toves    //    this  is  thy  hour  o  soul,    //    when  we  wear  the  mask  that  grins  and  lies,    //    death  be  not  proud,  //    and  death  shall  have  no  dominion.    //    laugh,   and  the  world  laughs  with  you;    //    the  art  of  losing  isn’t  hard  to  master;    //    to  see  a  world  in  a  grain  of  sand    //    is  there  anybody  there?   said  the  traveler  //   nobody  heard  him,   the  dead  man,    //    that  crazed  girl  improving  her  music.    //   come  to  me  in  the  silence  of  the  night;    //   where  the  mind  is  without  fear  and  the  head  is  held   high      //    when  you  are  old  and  grey  and  full  of  sleep,    //    in  flanders’  fields  the  poppies  blow   //   i  thought  of  you  and  how  you  love  this  beauty    //    life,   believe,   is  not  a  dream    //    it  may  be  misery  not  to  sing  at  all,    //    if  starry  space  no  limit  knows   //    come  live  with  me  and  be  my  love,    //   had  we  but  world  enough  and  time,    //   my  heart  aches,   and  a  drowsy  numbness  pains  my  sense    //    bright  star,   would  i  were  steadfast  as  thou  art –     //    thou  still  unravish’d  bride  of  quietness     //    how  do  i  love  thee?   let  me  count  the  ways.    //   heaven  is  what  i  cannot  reach!    //    my dear,   my dear,   i know    //    in  visions  of  the  dark  night    //    shall  i  compare  thee  to  a  summers  day?    //    break,   break,   break    //     she  walks  in  beauty,     //    i  had  a  dream,   which  was  not  all  a  dream.    //     he  clasps  the  crag  with  crooked  hands.

TAGGED BY :  @alosthorse TAGGING :  anyone who hasn’t done this!

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                              WESTERN sentence starters.     

feel free to adjust them to your liking.

❛ you ain’t a kind man. ❜

❛ i know your type. i’ve killed your type. ❜

❛ that’s right. walk away. ❜

❛ somethin’ bout the rain that calms me. ❜

❛ nothin a woman’s touch can’t solve. ❜

❛ it’s a downright mess. it all is. ❜

❛ not a kind bone in your body. ❜

❛ you’re a rotten feller, ain’t ya? ❜

❛ don’t know why i expected more from you. ❜

❛ weather ain’t let up. you still headin’ out? ❜

❛ it’s nothin’ some rest won’t solve. ❜

❛ heard there were some unsavory folk ‘round here. ❜

❛ i would kill you if i knew i wouldn’t end up dead alongside you. ❜

❛ you ain’t ever known love. i know that now. ❜

❛ oh, what a foolish man. ❜

❛ have a drink with me. ❜

❛ have we met? i swear i know your face. ❜

❛ you always had a way with people that i could not grasp. ❜

❛ dreams don’t live long out here. ❜

❛ if you shoot that gun. you better shoot to kill. ❜

❛ you don’t look too friendly partner. ❜

❛ i got a way with more than just women. ❜

❛ you’re cold enough with them eyes. come join me by the fire. ❜

❛ what’s a man gotta do to earn your respect? ❜

❛ i’d like you better with that dress around your ankles. ❜

❛ share a whiskey with me. ❜

❛ i could do with a warm body next to me.❜

❛ ain’t enough kindness in this world, friend. ❜

❛ i don’t reckon we oughta be fightin’ with the law on our tails. ❜

❛ can i stay? i won’t be much trouble, honest. ❜

❛ i ain’t too fond of them. women. ❜

❛ i don’t reckon we got much of a choice partner, unless you’d rather freeze to death. ❜

❛ i never quite realised how lovely you could be. ❜

❛ there are a lot of good men out there. i ain’t one of them. ❜

❛ could you stay a bit longer? ❜

❛ i reckon you could use a wash. ❜

❛ don’t you dare track that dirt in here! ❜

❛ my lips would surely like to meet yours. ❜

❛ not too fast. i ain’t had a good look at ya. ❜

❛ i need a warm meal and a hot bath. ❜

❛ from the looks, i say they’re tryin’ to rob us. ❜

❛ i don’t need your violence today, i ain’t in the mood. ❜

❛ you look lonely and lost. ❜

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new icon! and i’m super tired rn and will be pretty busy tomorrow til dinner time, so i’ll be back then to work on drafts! goodnight, y’all!

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💜 !

Send 💜 for a platonic kiss// @unwest

          it certainly feels as though it’s been far too long. she couldn’t recount the last time she’d seen him, exactly. it had been a few good years by this point, however. since the brief interaction at the train station in valentine, they hadn’t heard much from each other ( save for the odd letter here and there ); much less seen one another. but john hadn’t changed much, and neither had she. perhaps he looked a bit more mature – handsome even – but she knew with utmost certainty that she, on the other hand, still very much remained bright-eyed and baby-faced. not necessarily a bad thing, per se, though it did happen to get a little grating whenever she got talked down to because of it. she let it roll off her shoulders; no need to let such things work her into a lather.

          “ john! ” she calls, ever so joyfully, as she approaches, hand risen in broad wave. once she’s close enough, she simply can’t help herself as she pulls him in for a tight, bear hug. they might not have always been the closest of friends back when they’d both been a part of the van der linde gang, but he was still a very dear friend to her. and it was rare to find any of their old crew still alive. aside from tilly ( whom she regularly corresponded with ) and the marstons, mary-beth had yet to run into anyone else. she wasn’t quite sure if she was more relieved by that or disappointed.

          “ oh, john, it’s so good to see you again! ” she trills, giving him one final, gentle squeeze, and pressing soft lips against his temple, before pulling away. “ how’ve you been? feels like forever since i saw you last! how’s abigail? jack? ”

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man, watching mary-beth move frantically around camp asking everyone if they’ve seen kieran will never not be heartbreaking to me i s2g. makes me even sadder to think about the fact that she seems like the only one to be genuinely concerned about him. my poor girl. :c