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//non-mutuals and mutuals: like this for me to invade your dms with thoughts about an apocalypse or survival verse for our muses. with the start of season 2 of tlou and the wrap up of season 3 of yellowjackets, i am craving something with apocalypse or stranded survival vibes

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kat's top ten favorite movies — without naming them , post ten gifs from your ten favorite movies and tag ten people to do the same .

tagged by: @qverdia tagging: everyone !

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☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. it's time to spread positivity !!!! <3 you and Ellie!!

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gentleness action prompts edit/interpret sender/receiver roles as you see fit

breathe - muse a holds muse b closely to help them wind down after a stressful day/event

stop - muse a holds muse b back from walking back out into the fray

melt - muse a holds muse b’s face gently, drawing circles into their cheeks with their thumbs

acceptance - muse a kisses muse b’s forehead and lingers

redemption - muse a holds muse b’s face together and rests their forehead against them

home - muse a pulls muse b closer until muse b’s face rests in the crook of muse a’s neck

finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm

classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary

honesty - muse a wipes muse b’s tears away from under their eyes

recovery - muse a rubs muse b’s back repeatedly to help work tension out their body

anxiety - muse a intertwines their fingers with muse b’s to ground themself

repose - muse a languidly slips into muse b’s arms while muse b is lying somewhere

subtlety - muse a gently brushes their hand over folds and wrinkles on muse b’s clothing

intimacy - muse a braids/brushes/works knots out of muse b’s hair

domesticity - muse a rests chin on muse b’s shoulder to read/see what they’re holding

second-nature - muse a runs their hand through muse b’s hair who’s leaning into them from behind

casual - muse a slinks their arms around muse b’s to sit closer

wounded - muse a sways muse b and themself back and forth as a soothing mechanism

care-taking - muse a rubs muse b’s arms repeatedly to get some warm into them

excuses - muse a brushes their thumb lightly against muse b’s rub some dirt/dust/etc away

courting - muse a rests one hand on muse b’s back and holds out the other for muse b to hold to help them climb up/down something

simplicity - muse a playfully runs their finger along the bridge of muse b’s nose in one swift motion

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E N D PT. II

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If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

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✨️hey! I think you’re amazing!!! ✨️

if you like to, send this to your rp partners and spread some positivity

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A Collection of My Favorite Nonverbal Prompts: ('my Muse' refers to the one who posted the meme, and 'your muse' refers to the sender)

Your muse raises  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse.

Your muse gestures  for  my  muse  to  sit  down.

Your muse taps  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention.

Your muse works  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair.

Your muse helps  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing.

Your muse and  my muse make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room.

Your muse straightens  an  article  of  my muse's  clothes.

Your muse  rolls  their  eyes  at  my muse.

Your muse  hovers  over  my muse’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task.

Your muse finds my muse somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be.

Your muse finds my muse drunk.

Your muse throws an item of  sentiment  bitterly  at  my muse.

Your muse gets caught  following  my muse.

Your muse pulls my muse out  of  harm’s  way.

Your muse buys my muse  a  drink  at  a  bar.

Your muse claps a  hand  over  my muse's mouth  to  silence  them.

Your muse gets caught  snooping  in  my muse's things.

Your muse throws something  aggressively  at  my muse.

Your muse yells  at  my muse to  put  their  hands  in  the  air.

Your muse watches mine while drinking their beverage.

Your muse “accidentally” briefly touches my muse. (example: brief hand touch, knee under the table)

Your muse beckons my muse to follow yours somewhere.

Your muse and mine get assigned as partners for a mission.

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Ellie stands in the middle of her dorm as she watches Avery clear her things onto her desk and nightstand. While she's up she takes the opportunity to finally click on her tower fan, standing near while Avery chides her about her carelessness.

For a minute, they swap spots, she moves to stand beside her bed, him now near her door. She's hops up onto the bed, doesn't yet lay down, her legs dangle over the edge as she looks at him.

"I can take care of myself," she protests, I'm not helpless she thinks. She has for years, Ellie learned early on not to rely on others what meds to take and alternative solutions to many common ailments. She just hadn't the energy today, but she did have the belief that she'd get through it on her own eventually. She isn't his responsibility.

"And you are not going to skip class just because I'm sick," she adds, giving him a stern look.

Avery disapproves, and it’s apparent on his face, but he chooses not to escalate his annoyance at her dedication to not resting. “Get back in bed, and you need to eat more than that. I eat more in one bite than you have all day. I’ll order us pizza or something,” he says and shakes out her blanket. He carefully pulls it out evenly and smooths a couple creases, then stacks up her pillows. He pulls the blanket back and points, “come on!”

He finally shifts to kick his shoes off at the door and hangs his coat on one of her door hooks. “I’m also not going to a class tomorrow if you’re still sick. I can’t have your body failing on me because you didn’t have anyone to help you.”

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Ellie works on getting those mugs out of the box, placing them on the counter for now, placing the empty box on the floor gives her more counter space. She gives him a nod to conform she'd heard him. She grabs a utensil holder from another box and starts placing the forks, knives, and spoons inside. Her silverware is less of a set, more so just whatever she'd found at thrift stores over time.

As she arranges their things she wonders what kind of use this kitchen will get. Who'll want to cook more? If they'll cook together or even eat dinner at the same time... It's hard to imagine sitting at the kitchen table with him like a normal couple, sharing how their days went over a home-cooked meal. Her gaze glides from the table to him before she focuses back on her own task.

"Sure is," she agrees, "My apartment was barely bigger than the room you're in," she adds. In the next box she pulls out her crock-pot out from a small pile of towels, she figures the little appliance can go into a higher cupboard since its unlikely to be used on a daily basis. The blonde takes a few steps to the dining room, looking in Lucas' direction as he speaks up. "I mean, it's not totally my taste for decor but if you're talking about the actual statues, I think it'd be nice to see them in real life," she explains. "What about you?" she adds as she grabs a chair to use as a makeshift stepstool to reach the higher shelves in the cupboards.

“Of course.” Despite Lucas being accustomed to his point-A-to-point-B kind of work ethic — and the most elaborate of schemes — he isn’t actually too particular about his most personal space. At the end of it all, he only needs a bed and a small space to keep his most treasured possessions, the sum of which amount to a single, metal tin. “Let me know if you need anything moved in there.”

Unlike most other cases, the offer isn’t borne out of distrust. That may be normal instinct, but it won’t do well now, not when they’re meant to rely on one another for safety. In that, Lucas swallows his pride, his over-independence, and keeps to himself, padding into the living room with a box full of items that had been provided. He decides he’ll begin unpacking there.

Books, little statues, and a simple vase. All items he’s never seen before, and yet all details for the larger facade. “This place is bigger than I was expecting.” For so long, he’s been accustomed to whatever small room he can find. “Are you into this…” He lifts up a particularly weighty recreation of the Easter Island moai. “—This?” Breaking ice and configuring their home. Two birds, one stone.

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//apologies for the inactivity lately, i've been trying to get through my tbr, especially the ones i physically own (i've read ten books so far this year :D) i also have a goal that if i unhaul 10 books i can buy sunrise on the reaping soooo i'm really trying to get through them ksjefkesjf

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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 ;

bold what applies to your muse. italicize what sometimes applies / where there is potential. bold and italicize what always applies and what your muse loves doing. strike down what your muse does not enjoy, can't offer or will never, ever occur (if applicable). feel free to add more to the list as you see fit or make notes on whys!

tagged by : @4lexnilsen <3 tagging : @bloodrodeo @dvstbvnnies and anyone else who wants to do it!

holding hands ㅤ·ㅤ holding onto arm / holding out arm ㅤ· ㅤbuying flowers ㅤ· cooking ㅤ· ㅤcuddles ㅤ·ㅤ writing a poem / song ㅤ·ㅤ holding door open ㅤ· ㅤtying shoe laces ㅤ·ㅤ sharing a milkshake with two strawsㅤ · ㅤoffering their jacket when it's cold ㅤ· ㅤkissing in the rainㅤ ·ㅤ publicly confessing love ㅤ· ㅤlong walks at the beach ㅤ· ㅤdoing the titanic pose on a boat ㅤ·ㅤ taking cute pictures in a photobooth ㅤ·ㅤ sharing a taxi / uberㅤ ·ㅤ kissing the back of their hand ㅤ· ㅤslow dancing ㅤ·ㅤ getting tickets of their favorite artist / sports team / other ㅤ·ㅤ introducing them to their parents ㅤ· lighting candles ㅤ· ㅤflower petals on bed ㅤ·ㅤ love letters ㅤ·ㅤ star gazing ㅤ·ㅤ brushing / doing their hair ㅤ·ㅤ picnics ㅤ·ㅤ teaching them something while gently guiding their hands ㅤ· ㅤcompliments ㅤ· ㅤlate night drivesㅤ ·ㅤ taking selfies together ㅤ· ㅤdrawing them ㅤ·ㅤ self-made gifts ㅤ·ㅤ massages ㅤ· proposing with a family heirloom ring ㅤ·ㅤ lending them their favorite book to read ㅤ· ㅤpaying for dinner / coffee ㅤ· ㅤmixtapes / playlists ㅤ· surprise birthday partiesㅤ · ㅤfeeding themㅤ ·ㅤ handing them keys to their apartment ㅤ· ㅤmaking space in drawer for their clothes when they stay overㅤ ·ㅤ sharing a blanket ㅤ·ㅤ couple costumes ㅤ·ㅤ tucking a hair strand behind their ear ㅤ· ㅤrunning after them at the airport / delaying them from leaving ㅤ· ㅤmoving cities to be togetherㅤ ·ㅤ blowing a kiss ㅤ·ㅤ breakfast in bedㅤ · ㅤdefending them in a fight (verbally / physically) ㅤ· joint bubble bathsㅤ ·ㅤ dropping the L-bomb ("i love you") ㅤ· ㅤdedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them ·ㅤ wearing their clothes ㅤ· ㅤyawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie ㅤ·ㅤ grant them the last bite (from meal) ㅤ·ㅤ longing, affectionate gazesㅤ · ㅤstroking their hair while they sleepㅤ

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JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

feel free to edit pronouns as needed! content warning for some strong language,  threats and implied violence.

to each other:

❝  you’re mine. only mine.  ❞

❝  i’m all yours.  ❞

❝  mine.  ❞

❝  yours.  ❞

❝  we belong to each other.   ❞

❝  you belong to me.  ❞

❝  i belong to you.  only ever you.  ❞

❝  i just didn’t like the way they were looking at you.  like you weren’t mine.  ❞

❝  you know i’m yours,  right?  i only have eyes for you.  ❞

❝  no one else is ever gonna have a chance with me.  you’re it.  you’re all i want.  ❞

❝  i chose you.  and i need you to trust that my decision is final.  trust me.  ❞

❝  wait are you jealous?  ❞

❝  aw,  baby.  it’s cute when you’re jealous.  ❞

❝  i don’t like the way they keep staring at you.   ❞

❝  i don’t like how they keep staring at me.   ❞

❝  are they making you uncomfortable?  i can do something about it.  ❞

❝  no one should even get to look at you unless you want them to.  ❞

❝  stop—  it’s okay.  they’re not worth your anger.  just kiss me.  ❞

❝  stop saying i’m jealous.  i’m not—  i just.  i don’t like having to share. ❞

❝  i’m not jealous,  who said i’m jealous?  ❞

❝  well if i’m all yours then kiss me like it.  ❞

❝  show everyone who i belong to.  ❞

❝  i’m gonna remind them you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that i’m yours.  ❞

❝  hey—  look at me.  why are you all upset?  ❞

❝  you can’t keep getting your feathers all ruffled when anyone else gives me attention.  ❞

❝  they don’t deserve you—  i don’t deserve you.  but at least i’m aware of it.  ❞

❝  i promise there’s no one else.  you have my heart completely.  ❞

❝  hey,  is this asshole bothering you?  ❞

❝  tell me you’re mine.  ❞

to a third party:

❝  get the fuck away from them!  ❞

❝  look at them like that again and you’ll won’t be seeing anything.  ❞

❝  don’t you dare touch them.  ❞

❝  yeah it’s time to walk the fuck away.  ❞

❝  you’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now.  ❞

❝  you heard them,  get lost.  ❞

❝  lucky for you,  i don’t wanna ruin their night.  but i see you sniffing around here again you might not be so fortunate.  ❞

❝  you wanna lose a limb?  beat it,  fucker.  ❞

❝  see,  i woulda left it alone.  but you made them fucking cry.  so now you’re gonna lose your eyes.  ❞

❝  hey,  they said ‘no.’  ❞

❝  hey asshole,  shut the fuck up or i’ll make you shut up.  ❞

❝  what did you just say to them,  you little shit?  ❞

❝  oh yeah.  now you’re all quiet.  not so bold when you’re not the toughest guy in the room,  huh?  ❞

❝  get lost.  ❞

❝  go.  ❞

❝  leave.  before my patience runs out.  ❞

❝  get the fuck outta their face.  ❞

❝  hey,  that’s enough.  ❞

actions:

[ CLAIM ]  for one muse to possessively place their hands on their shoulders or hips. 

[ HOLD ]  for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way. 

[ SHELTER ]  for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public. 

[ STAKE ]  for one muse to protectively and/or possessively stand behind the other to intimidate a third party. 

[ RESCUE ]  for one muse to intervene upon seeing a third party making the other one uncomfortable. 

[ CHASE ]  for one muse to interrupt and make a third party leave the other alone out of jealousy/possessiveness. 

[ TENSION ]  for one muse to get in a fight on behalf of the other. 

[ STOP ]  for one muse to break up a fight which started because of them. 

[ MEND ]  for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from protecting them. 

[ SCOLD ]  for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from fighting over them. 

[ CARESS ]  for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public.

[ TAKE ]  for one muse to passionately kiss the other,  fueled by jealousy. 

[ TAUNT ]  for one muse to flirt with a third party to try and get the other to act possessively. 

[ REMIND ]  for our muses to have passionate sex meant to remind one party who they belong to. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for one muse to dominate the other due to possessiveness/jealousy. 

[ LINKED ]  for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public to stake claim. 

[ INTERTWINE ]  for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public in a comforting manner. 

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overthinking to the the point where it makes me feel physically sick

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Mun vs Muse!

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As he steps forward, she doesn't move, makes no effort to increase their distance again. Her fingers twitch ever so slightly, she wants to hold his wrist there, to lean into him.

"No," she shakes her head to reassure him, "No," she repeats herself. She wants to make it clear that these feelings she has aren't because of Trent. He's been so great actually and she hates having these second thoughts, hates how she's making him feel in this moment. What they have is nothing like her past relationships she just needs to get herself to be comfortable with believing that.

"I just... I'm not used to-," she tries to find the right words to express her thoughts, "this...". She takes a breath, "I think I'm scared... that what we have is too good to be true, I don't know, I'm sorry," she's working off that initial bought of anxiety she'd had that started this talk, the emotions that made those words spill from her mouth about needing a break. He's bringing her back down, so she lets a little of those anxious thoughts out, knowing that he's not her ex, he'll listen.

Trent's more careful with Ellie than he's been with anyone else in his entire life. Looking at her he feels his heart breaking all over again, because she looks so concerned, like, really distraught. Trent takes a tentative step forward and the space between them feels thick with unresolved tension, like he's wading through quicksand. Still, he reached out and as gently as he can, presses with the peak of his knuckle a tear that had started to form. He doesn't want either of them to cry.

And it stings, a little, to know that she's scared. And he's knows it's not of him, but this, head-first, knee-deep, the only way he's ever known how to behave around anyone he's in love with. "Am I, like, doin' too much?" He asks, because he can change. Be anything she wants him to be, to be with her.

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open to -> anyone (mutuals and non-mutuals)

fandom/au -> the hunger games

plot -> It’s the third quarter quell, inspired by last year’s game involving the death of the two love birds, the game-makers allow there to be two victors. The catch is that one’s partner is not from their own district and tributes will only find out who their partner is right before they’re placed in the arena. Our muses are paired together.

Ellie —the female tribute from district 10— stands atop her pedestal, her breaths quick and shaken, ears ringing. She’d heard the other tribute’s name before rising in the small elevator, the one she was meant to win with. The stranger she was meant to trust so that they could both get out of there alive. It wasn’t only a matter of trusting them though, they had to trust that the game makers wouldn’t take back their promise like last year. There had been outrage at the outcome of the 74th game, not a single child returned to their family, and there was no new addition for the capitol to control and fawn over. Maybe they wouldn’t take it back and this was some screwed-up apology to make up for it.

The blonde glances around the arena as the countdown began, in search of her partner. She’s debating between trying to get to them or trying to get some supplies and run. There are some supplies in the middle, but she hopes there is more hidden within the crumbling, moss-covered walls of the faux ancient city surrounding them.