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thinking about that posts that’s like  love was there it didn't change anything and it didn't save anyone but love was there in tragedy  and yknow that’s it, that’s the entire force behind raynne

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suffering the extreme hubris of a three day migraine 

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softer prompts

“  i’m not going anywhere.  ” “  you make me feel safe.  ”   “  i think i might be in love with you.  ” “  i just like seeing you happy.  ” “  just let me take care of you.  ” “  you’re my family.  ” “  i can stay, if you want.  ” “  you make me feel alive.  ” “  you’re captivating.  ” “  i want you to know i’ll always be here for you. whatever you need.  ” “  you don’t have to tell me anything, we can just sit here.  ” “  i trust you. more than anyone else.  ” “  you have a beautiful soul.  ” “  i feel like i could watch you all day. everything you do has a touch of magic to it.  ” “  i hope i see you in my dreams.  ” “  do you trust me?  ” “  you don’t ever have to pretend. not with me. not ever.  ” “  i love you, every part of you. even the parts you don’t like.  ” “  you make everything a little easier.  ” “  will you just…hold me? please.  ” “  just tell me everything’s gonna be okay.  ” “  you’re enough. you’re more than enough.  ” “  you have my heart in your hands. be gentle with it.  ” “  i wanna be the one you go to. the first one you tell when there’s something good. the shoulder to cry on when it’s bad. and every mundane thing in between. i want to share it all with you.  ” “  i have faith in you.  ” “  i’ve never met anyone quite like you.  ” “  knowing you is like…coming home. like i’ve finally found something that’s been missing all this time.  ” “  every hard thing in my life feels worth it. it all led me to you.  ” “  i feel like i could endure anything as long as i have you to come home to.  ” “  i can tell something’s bothering you.  ” “  what can i do to help?  ” “  come on. let’s get out of here.  ” “  i’m taking you somewhere special.  ” “  where are you taking me?  ” “  i don’t need grand gestures or declarations of love. i just need you. all of you.  ” “  you make me feel like i’m worthy.  ” “  you deserve good things.  ” “  i want to be your home.  ” “  loving you is like something holy.  ” “  i made you something.  ” “  come back to bed.  ” “  stay the night with me.  ” “  are you sure you’re okay?  ” “   you wanna talk about it?  ” “  did you wanna tell me something?  ”  “  you’ll always have me.  ” “  i’m proud of you.  ”   “  i need you.  ” “  thank you. for always being there for me.  ” “  don’t ever let anyone make you doubt your worth.  ” “  i’m not leaving you. not ever.  ”   “  you have kind eyes.  ”   “  sleep, my love. i’ll keep the nightmares away.  ”   “  there’s so much light in you.  ” “  i want you here.  ”  

ACTIONS: 

❀ for a forehead kiss ✦ for our muses to hold hands ❉ for one muse to nap against the other ✱ for one muse to surprise the other ✸ for our muses to cuddle  ❄ for our muses to enjoy the first snow of winter  ♛ for my muse to teach yours something new ☂ for our muses to stargaze  ♡ for one muse to wake the other with breakfast in bed ♤ for a kiss on the palm ☁ for our muses to get caught in the rain without an umbrella ☀ for one muse to surprise the other with a home-cooked meal  ☾ for one muse to hug the other without explanation  ♞ for one muse to give the other a massage  ✞ for one muse to give the other flowers ✔ for one muse to caress the other’s face ✚ for our muses to shower/bathe together  ＄for one muse to catch the other staring lovingly 

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anyway to note, in the broadest sense, yes i am most technically writing a supernatural creature here and the bulk of her verses do have some affect of her weird spookiness, but even at here most ‘other’ raynne is always portrayed with the slant of precative strangeness, never plain horror. one of the things i enjoy the most about writing for ray is the subtle tweak between what makes something human against what can mimic the difficult parts of being human, hence her centered themes on loss and grief and defeated love, ect.  ultimately she presents in a way that is just enough to believe but not enough to trust — the way she speaks and moves just gently activates that twang of questioning against your base instinct, like seeing a ghost in the daylight. that sort of creepy nothingness. she’s human if you don’t look too closely, that’s all. 

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alright little tiny baby plotting call

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every version of raynne is just a stray dog with varying degrees of personability 

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brutlist​.

     "     𝐡𝐞𝐲 . i probably should know better than to ask , but .    “     he’s going to anyway , because it’s raynne , and because he’s almost certain that he can .     “     where do you go when you’re not , you know . here .     “ 

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     𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤.  he knows far worse, too.  she cannot claim to mind too much either way, which is why one eyes cracks halfway and affixes the lighthouse scrutiny of her attention on him.  concealed so carefully in the corner of her mouth, a smile lingers over the mellow timbre of her voice.

      ‘ útan grunnr — fjarri. ’   she offers it so simply, as though he will know.  as if after all this time, he should simply understand.  this strange tongue for her strange self.  in the dispiriting air of this most real world, the foreign syllables hum past their own sounds, scattering unseeable dust into the air as she speaks them.  like a clever joke.  where she is sprawled on his couch on her back, bathing in the angled sunlight, the girl huffs a parting laugh. 

     ‘ that is a large question, ’  eventually arrives as a more human answer.  the long lines of her darkly wrapped form stretches, much the same as a cat, as she goes on, bound to sink back into the plush cushions by the last sigh.   ‘ where do you go when you’re not here? ’

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STARTER CALL  :     send one of these dialogue options for a short-ish starter

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‘ i think you should get some sleep. ’

     𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞. from wherever it is coming, his voice seems a very, very long way off.  a speckled star way past the water, bobbing over the waves without any tether.  is he calling her home?  would he know, in the small human space of him, where to look?  they are too far a-sea to ask now.

     deliberately, bereft of urgency, the dark of her lashes veils the would-be witchfire in those distracted eyes.  she blinks once, and once more again, as if to coax the room back into an arguable focus, to find him.  it is only polite to exist in the physical realm when visiting someone’s home — she has certainly been told that before.  it is the least she can do.  as sensation bleeds back in to her living body, the girl becomes aware first of the pleasant warmth caught between her delicate hands.  something radiant and perfectly smooth rests between her blackened palms, nestled in turn on the shallow valley of her lap. 

     coffee. yes — he had made her coffee. 

     this tactile awareness of her unearthly body spools around in loose circles, and so the girl cautiously draws in all the wayward fractions of herself that are still within reach.  she takes inventory;  first, what takes up tangible space, and then the rest.  

     as if she is a child, raynne is sat cross-legged on the cold countertop island, right by the corner.  this is his kitchen, which comes to her in blooming recognition after a few moments more.  outside the sun has long since set, dipping their world into the amber half-light they so often meet under, beached amongst the domestic reality has has built for himself.  unlike the kind atmosphere, she sticks out like a bruise, bleak and dark-edged, sleek.  black fur swaddles her shoulders and drapes down onto the granite, puddling about her knees; there is no distinguishing it from the wild tumble of her hair, knotted back from her face as it is now, exposing the sharp angles there, the beast thing under the skin.  as if she had stepped through the jagged rend in time and space simply to sit here, abashed of her own monstrosity, looking for conversation.

     in truth she should not be invading this house.  one step away from a ghost.  it is not her place to haunt, but the invitation of friendship tugs her wayward mind back every so often.  around her slim body, the reed-thin likeness of herself, the air bends and crackles beyond the human eye.  she smells like rain and bitter ash;  she has come from somewhere dark beneath the earth, beyond anything she would bear to tell him.  it does not, all considered, matter that much.

     gradually, the bend of her mouth finds a gossamer smile, held for but a moment.  the still full mug is set carefully next to her thigh before she slithers off the pedestal, bare feet soundless on the tiles.  without looking, her hands find one of of his own, grasping it with tender intention, squeezing ever so slightly; when she pulls the cold fingers away, none of the soot will stay with him;  that, at least, she can promise. 

     an unknowable expression shadows across her beautiful, spectral face.  there is nothing real in her, and so she only smiles still, soft as light.  ‘one day.’

     THE PUNISHER     /     ACCEPTING

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thinking about that posts that's like  love was there it didn't change anything and it didn't save anyone but love was there in tragedy  and yknow that’s it, that’s the entire force behind raynne

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* the punisher prompts

spoiler warning. quotes from season two. tw: guns and child abuse.

‘ you got wolves all around you. ’

‘ i think you should get some sleep. ’

‘ hey, you all right? ’

‘ drink some of this. calm you down. ’

‘ a man’s got a right to defend himself and those who can’t. ’

‘ eat your food. ’

‘ my kind of justice, not yours. ’

‘ oh, s-h-one-t. ’

‘ belief never stopped a bullet. ’

‘ want to try talking to me? ’

‘ say something. ’

‘ sometimes, kid, you gotta fight. ’

‘ you need to lay down, put pressure on that wound. ’

‘ hey, good riddance. not going to lose any sleep over some child molester, and neither should you. ’

‘ what you did was as brave as anyone i ever saw. ’

‘ and that laughter, it stuck with me. after i lost them, it would just…it would echo, you know? it was…over and over. and it wasn’t just in my dreams. it was, like it was in my heart, you know? ’

‘ i got a problem, and i need your help. ’

‘ you don’t exist anymore. we buried you. ’

‘ i wanted to hold onto it. i wanted to live in it and just hear that laughter, but…thing is, i can’t hear it anymore. it’s all i had. it’s gone, it’s gone. ’

‘ this shit never ends. trust me. ’

‘ yeah, but would you tell me first? or someone else? ’

‘ it’s my own damn fault. ’

‘ try the internet. ’

‘ did that go really good or really bad? ’

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now what i should do is delete this blog and remake, or at least wipe it totally clean since the last time i wrote anything was two years ago, or what i really should do is just move raynne over to my multi permanently bcus i’m going to end up having to jump blogs constantly and that’s gonna give me a headache 

but i’m not gonna do any of that 

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    𝙸𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙾 𝙳𝙴𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃,  upright and over-conscious, alive.  The soft, lean edges of her human body lim the shadows, here and nowhere in particular amongst the warm air, unasked for but answered anyway.  There is no fanfare, no easy marker that she arrives save the vacant coalescing of darkness behind his back.  We are both willfully living, always, always.  A quiet step closer and she leans past his shoulder a little, peering, nosey  —  when her voice lifts it comes smooth and velvet-deep, brushed with humor.   ‘ Boo. ’

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NBC’s HANNIBAL SEASON TWO SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ I am not the intelligent psychopath you are looking for. ❜

❛ Now… my inner voice sounds like you. I can’t get you out of my head. ❜

❛ You’re not my friend. The light from friendship won’t reach us for a million years. That’s how far away from friendship we are. ❜

❛ I’m going to remember, and when I do there will be a reckoning. ❜

❛ You may not believe me now. You will. ❜

❛ I am the unreliable narrator of my own story. ❜

❛ The traumatized are unpredictable because we know we can survive. ❜

❛ I’ve had to draw a conclusion based on what I glimpse through the stitching of the person-suit that you wear, and the conclusion that I’ve drawn is that you are dangerous. ❜

❛ I felt so betrayed by you. Betrayal was the only thing that felt real to me. ❜

❛ I guess I’ll have to save my own life. ❜

❛ Who is he to you that makes you want to risk everything for him? ❜

❛ Not only is justice blind; It’s mindless and heartless. ❜

❛ Saving lives is just as arousing as ending them. He likes to play God. ❜

❛ I want you to believe in the best of me, just as I believe in the best of you. ❜

❛ I’ve given my life to death. ❜

❛ I’ve always found the idea of death comforting. ❜

❛ Death is not a defeat… it’s a cure. ❜

❛ I’m not asking you to believe anything you can’t prove. I’m just asking you to prove it. ❜

❛ I’m going to remember you as beautiful as you are right now. ❜

❛ There’s no solution to grief. It just is. ❜

❛ For the courtesy you have always shown me, I am going to give you a gift. ❜

❛ Judas had the decency to hang himself in shame at his betrayal. But I thought you needed help. ❜

❛ The tragedy is not to die, but to be wasted. ❜

❛ You tried to kill me. It’s hard not to take that personally. ❜

❛ I wonder how many more people are going to get hurt by what you do. ❜

❛ I was thinking about funerals, and how often they make us want sex. ❜

❛ You can’t trust any of this to be what it seems. ❜

❛ What was done to you doesn’t excuse what you did. ❜

❛ You never answered my question. How would killing me make you feel? ❜

❛ Don’t you want to know how this ends? ❜

❛ I’d like to resume my therapy. ❜

❛ Doing bad things to bad people makes us feel good. ❜

❛ I don’t want to kill you. Not now that I finally find you interesting. ❜

❛ I prefer sins of omission to outright lies. Don’t lie to me. ❜

❛ With all my knowledge and intrusion… I could never entirely predict you. ❜

❛ I can feed the caterpillar and I can whisper through the chrysalis, but what hatches, follows its own nature and is beyond me. ❜

❛ Adapt. Evolve. Become. ❜

❛ Must I denounce myself as a monster while you still refuse to see the one growing inside you? ❜

❛ Typhoid and swans, it all comes from the same place. ❜

❛ What’s your private carnage? ❜

❛ I’d say this makes us even. I sent someone to kill you, you sent someone to kill me. Even Steven. ❜

❛ In love you take leave of your senses but in hatred you must be present to calculate your actions. ❜

❛ Don’t go inside. You’ll want to retreat. You’ll want it as the glint of the rail tempts us when we hear the approaching train. Stay with me. ❜

❛ Polite society normally places such a taboo on taking a life. Without death, we’d be at a loss. It’s the prospect of death that drives us to greatness. ❜

❛ I’ve never felt as alive as I did when I was killing him. ❜

❛ I know you’re scared. You only have to be scared a moment longer. ❜

❛ I’m not the product of anything. I’ve given up good and evil… for behaviorism. ❜

❛ Tell me, did your heart race when you murdered her? ❜

❛ Occasionally, I drop a teacup to shatter on the floor. On purpose. I’m not satisfied when it doesn’t gather itself up again. Someday perhaps, a cup will come together. ❜

❛ God is beyond measure in wanton malice, and matchless in his irony. ❜

❛ How was my funeral? ❜

❛ Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat the rude. ❜

❛ I killed him. I believed it was self-defense. And to a point, it was. But beyond that point, it was murder. ❜

❛ So much about this feels like a dream. ❜

❛ You don’t want me to have anything in my life that’s not you. ❜

❛ We are just alike. You’re as alone as I am. And we’re both alone without each other. ❜

❛ I am enchanted and terrified. ❜

❛ When the fox hears the rabbit scream, he comes running. But not to help. ❜

❛ When the moment comes. Will you do what needs to be done? ❜

❛ Be blind. Don’t be brave. ❜

❛ I let you know me, see me. I gave you a rare gift, but you didn’t want it. ❜

❛ Do you believe you could change me, the way I’ve changed you? ❜

❛ I forgive you. Will you forgive me? ❜

❛ You can make it all go away. Put your head back. Close your eyes. Wade into the quiet of the stream. ❜

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CLOSE TO YOU ASK MEME

send these for an excuse for our muses to get close. your muse is the sender, my muse is the receiver.

[forehead touch] your muse rests their forehead against my muse's

[slow dance] my muse pulls your muse close and into a slow dance

[hold hands] your muse takes my muse's hand

[sit close] our muses sit close enough to each other that their sides touch

[hand kiss] my muse presses a gentle kiss to your muse's hand

[legs across] your muse lays their legs across my muse's lap

[hug] our muses hug each other

[cuddle] our muses decide to cuddle up to each other

[cheek caress] your muse caresses my muse's cheek

[fall asleep] my muse falls asleep on your muse

[almost kiss] our muses are about to kiss, and then, for some reason, don't

[patch up] my muse patches up your muse

[whisper] for your muse to whisper something in my muse's ear

[nudge] my muse comes up with a bad excuse to nudge your muse

[check up] your muse checks up on my muse to make sure they're okay

[carry] your muse carries my muse bridal style

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𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 — tales of a dark age drifter. 

i was prepared to kill for it. die for it.

you have to run.

you died. i brought you back.

what the hell are you?

my only purpose is to support you.

what the hell is wrong with me?

your name is stupid, and you’re stupid too.

sir. this is awful.

i don’t want to die.

these guys are worse than the stories.

they’ll kill you without meaning to. naturally as breathing. they can’t help it.

you gonna move? or do i move you?

there’s nothin’ but war-land out there.

i almost admire you.

i have ways to make you tell us what we want to know.

did you get sloppy?

i told you to shut up.

you could have saved them all.

i wanted to stop you from leaving, but i didn’t think i had the right.

give someone something to chase and you give them purpose.

you could be so much more.

i never forgive and i never forget.

pick on someone your own size.

who the hell pays you?

would you like to dance before you go?

i heard you kill.

i don’t believe you’ve been honest with me.

is that supposed to impress me?

i heard you care very much about right and wrong, and the delivery of justice to those who deserve it.

i believe in revenge with all my heart.

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#PRAEVOL​​  :     garmr.     a small-scale, highly selective & private, thread & plot based writing blog for  the black dog.  low activity, multi-verse, adaptive canon, rooted in norse myth & occult folklore.  

this blog will contain many many triggering & nsfw themes.  multiple explorations of death, murder, suicide ideation, mental / physical horror & depersonification, some amounts of violence & gore, limited reference to addiction.  all triggers will be tagged with  ‘#trigger tw’  — please ask to have things tagged as needed.  raynne as a character is conceptually rooted in death and the exploration of loss, and there will be many themes surrounding that at all times, including other veins of toxic social relationships.  please follow with care.

i.     standard rules:  mutuals only, 21+ only, no personal blogs.  i block liberally for anything that makes me uncomfortable, including all forms of bigotry and bad attitudes  —  basics of don’t be an asshole. 

ii.     partners are welcome to format however they would like, but given my severe dyslexia i ask they refrain from heavy word spacing or too many colours / text sizes at once as it makes it incredibly difficult to read;  thank you.

iii.     as a writer i am heavily invested in ooc communication & plotting.  ims are always open and discord is there upon request.  if i follow you, i want to plot with you.  most if not all of the threads on this blog will be plotted  —  if you do not like talking ooc, please to not follow.

iv.     small-scale means that my mutuals list will be kept severely limited.  please do not use me as a resource.  if we do not vibe as writers or we do not interact, you will likely be soft blocked; nothing personal! 

v.     king;  late twenties, they/them, northern hemisphere.