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p8rasite · 1 year ago
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﹙ 🪴 ﹚ ✶   ׅ  —   KNOCK KNOCK !
tomorrow’s a special day for me, and this is the only blog that doesn’t have a game yet, so here we are! if you’d like to participate, just do the following : send me an ask with a dialogue or action, a member ( please note i’ll only do kim jiwoong, hanbin, matthew, ricky, and zhang hao ) and your favorite boys planet song
example : i’d like to request [jewelry] with hanbin please! my favorite boys planet song is en garde < 333
edit : this event is now closed to thank you to everyone who joined! 💗🫂
double edit : i forgot to credit @/leneemusing @/poohsources @/nightprompts @/soulprompts @/soulmemes @/devotedecay @/classymemes
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ( you’ll find the prompts under here.. )
﹙ 🪴 ﹚ ✶   ׅ  —   SPEAK NOW.. 
# OO1.  “i can’t say no to you. and it’s just not fair.”
# OO2.  “you’re everything i’ve ever wanted.”
# OO3.  “do you think there could be more to this?”
# OO4.  “we too deserve to be happy, right?”
# OO5.  “you’d look cuter holding my hand, but whatever.”
# OO6.  “i spy with my little eye.. a blanket burrito~”
# OO7.  “sacrifice—that’s what we do for the people we love.”
﹙ 🪴 ﹚ ✶   ׅ  —   EN GARDE..
[  STOP  ]  :  for sender to try and walk away, afraid they’re going to get their heart broken but receiver grabs their wrist and pulls them back in for a kiss.
[  FALL  ]  :  sender tries to pull my receiver up but somehow they both fall on the ice.
[  HOLD  ]  :  having been bandaged and cared for by the receiver, sender unexpectedly reaches out to take their hand and hold it in a quiet, sincere gesture of gratitude.
[  AWAY  ]  :  the sender, using their fingertips, tenderly sweeps a few strands of hair out of the receiver’s face so as to see them more clearly.
[  JEWELRY  ] :  sender clasping a piece of jewelry for receiver, such as a necklace, or earrings.
[  BABYSIT  ]  :  sender helps receiver get home while they’re drunk. 
[  MAGIC  ]  :  sender takes part in a ritual of receiver’s.
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❀ ... ⃕ credits of the gorgeous layout go to @stealanity ! thank you bubba for always supporting me 🥺
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wexarethewalkingxdead · 8 months ago
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[ straddle ] / jill and rick sparring?
❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   . - another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format !     tw  for  violence, blood, mature themes. send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞  if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  ) - @araneorum
NO LONGER ACCEPTING!
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[ straddle ]   your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.
Rick wasn't about to give an inch if he could help it. He managed to keep Jill from getting the better of him, but she was persistent. And he encouraged her every step of the way. If she wanted it, she'd have to earn it. This wasn't his expertise at all. He preferred to talk things out and for things to not get physical. Getting physical usually leaves him with a busted nose and bloody lip. But at the same time, he didn't give up either.
He licked his lips before using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead. They were definitely getting a workout today. And she'd landed a couple of good punches. His jaw was a bit sore, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. "That all you got?" he teased, blue eyes twinkling.
And it was that little bit of teasing that allowed her to get the upper hand. She used every ounce of her strength to knock his legs out from under him and once he was on his back, she straddled him and pinned him to the ground. "Fuck," he growled as he narrowly kept his head from bouncing off the ground. He was definitely going to feel this tomorrow.
Once he had assessed the situation, he managed to flip her onto her back and pinned her down. He chuckled softly. "Thought you had me, didn't you?"
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comiiical · 5 months ago
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[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower. (lenny from riven)
❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   . inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  ) [ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.
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Lenny's apartment was not far from the academy. He needed a place to stay because the shared rooms were not his thing anymore. Not ever since the whole thing internal fights began. So even if he was in the shower, when the key to his apartment was used he knew (or at least hoped) that it was Riven. By the time that a pair of arms were felt against his waist, he knew (and hoped) that when turning he'd face the face, setting his arms around his neck. "Do you have some type of way of knowing when I am in the shower?" He asked, raising on his tips so he was standing taller and could block the flow of water against Riven's face.
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therapardalis · 2 years ago
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devotedecay​:
❥      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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loyaltycollared · 2 years ago
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[ lit ] your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . + reverse ( from this post: /post/681840195605282816/devotedecay-non-sexual-acts-of )
non-sexual acts of dominance
There are many times when Ainosuke prefers to light his cigarettes himself — it would seem to be part of the ritual of his rebellion against his family's demands for maintaining a certain public image. Thus, on the occasions that Ainosuke, unlit cigarette perched between his lips, instead fixes eyes on Tadashi with expectation, Tadashi cannot deny that a small flutter passes through his chest. It feels like a special privilege, this invitation.
Tadashi has no fondness for cigarettes himself — if anything, he would prefer nothing more to do with them — but he heeds his master's silent summons and draws close. Bending at his hips, he pulls out the spare lighter which he keeps among many items for Ainosuke's convenience. The small flame sparks to life with two flicks of Tadashi's thumb across the wheel, and he kisses the tip of Ainosuke's cigarette with it.
As he watches Ainosuke takes in a deep, grateful drag of the now-lit cigarette, Tadashi feels a tug somewhere around his navel. A stray thought wonders if Ainosuke would breathe him in as deeply, were he pressed to Ainosuke's lips instead of this stick of rolled tobacco. Tadashi quickly chastises said thought. It's foolish to be jealous of a cigarette, he tells himself.
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w0lf1sh-a · 7 years ago
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@devotedecay​
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"Yeah, whatever,” Anton murmured, voice heavy with booze. His head was rested against the chair’s back and eyes, dutifully, shut -- he looked like he might’ve been asleep -- but Anton spoke as naturally as if they were having a chat over lunch. “What do you think about goin’ out tonight? There’s this place downtown -- real shitty looking, hole-in-the-wall type place -- but they got this Watermelon Voldka. I know it sounds kinda faggy, but, I swear to God, it tas--.” It was the sound of metal on metal that cut him shot, earned the instinctive recoil and brought his eyes snapping back open. Even then, Anton had to stare down at his linked wrists for a full ten seconds before he realized what exactly had just happened to him. Only after did the more appropriate reaction washed over his features.
“What... the fuck, man?” The drinks stunted characteristic anger. Instead, he just looked shocked that Church really fucking did this. He gave the cuffs a experimental yank, rattling the chain between, as though expecting them to yield, but they held firm. Anton look up back at Church. “Is this a joke? Are you tryin’ to be funny here?” He bucked his legs up in an effort to knock Church off. “What the fuck do you mean prey? Huh? I mean -- Jesus -- you gonna start shoving toothpicks under my fingernails? What the fuck is this?”
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opheliasang-blog · 7 years ago
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♡ 3, 7, 9, 11? ♡
3 / what’s something you like about how you write ?
i guess i ?? can work my way around dialogue pretty decently ? idk i’ve been hating my writing a lot lately i can’t answer this lmfao don’t make me do this pls :/
7 / what’s a negative thing about your character that you enjoy writing ?
explaining all the ways morgan will sabotage herself & anything she loves is always the biggest Mood for me tbh like ? this is gonna sound kinda bloated like i’m oh so smart or w/e but you don’t really see a lot of characters ( esp. females / female-identifying ) charas who are just genuinely dysfunctional towards themselves before anyone else & i really really love writing that part of mo ? i mean obviously i want her to grow out of it & eventually learn how to just be happy with what she is / what she has, but any bit of insight i get to write abt her being a self-destructive fuck makes me Thrive honestly
9 / what’s a difference you have with your character ?
uh u know what, i’m having a real hard time figuring out a difference between us rn, which is ... kinda troubling af. i guess ? mo is really capable of absolute hatred & resentment, & i kinda can’t. i’m actually really lame & sheepish on that front & i guess somewhere halfway between my having absolutely no dignity & mo resenting things for decades would be a healthier way to cope with pain but, u know...
11 / do you think you’ve gotten better at writing anything or any type of thing or situation since you started writing this character (or roleplaying in general)?
mmm i think writing mo has made me better in exploing a character’s psyche most of all — mo’s the first character for which i’ve consistently written metas & headcanons, & writing metas in particular has helped me better understand her mind / personality & it’s something that i think has helped me with other characters too, just getting into their brain & all ( i didn’t really use to do this before: i’d base my characterization on their background entirely, seldom consider how it might have affected them, etc. it sounds stupid i know, doesn’t even make sense but idk it does to me ?? i can’t articulate tonight i’m sorry ).
@devotedecay​ / mun questions / not accepting !
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fantasizeboy · 7 years ago
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@devotedecay​    A thin black leash is wound around his wrist, his teacup Pomeranian at the other end. Occasionally Ashley feels a tug like she wants to go further, but he’s gotten rather comfortable in his seat outside the eatery. After awhile of sitting in his lap, he has to put her down again. At the limit of the leash, Pongo goes around the nearest tables, sniffing as if she’ll find some savory scrap of food this time.     But the tug is harsher, and Ashley begrudgingly gets to his feet only to realize she’s jumping up on someone’s leg instead of trying to get her owner off his ass. It’s embarrassing to say the least. 
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  “Pongo, stop.” Tiny feet paw at the other’s pants leg, wanting of attention but more importantly the french fries he’s holding. “I’m sorry. She’s just---” It only takes one hand for him to scoop Pongo up once he gets to her, and he settles her in the crook of his arm. It looks more like he’s holding a stuffed animal than a dog. “---a pain, honestly.”
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ashruins-blog · 7 years ago
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(random character development) 1, 4, 11 ?
1 / has robin ever had a near-death experience? what happened, and what did she see, if anything?
yes, more than enough times, actually. it’s a risk she’s accepted the moment she began her side job with thomas — one time in particular, about five years ago, her wounds caused an infection that spread all through her body, a fever knocking her out for almost a week — thomas barely managed to save her, & even then it took her a month to be completely alright again. she can’t remember seeing anything to make her believe in any sort of afterlife, though she did see the faces of everyone in her own personal pantheon of people she’s let down — noelle, mitch, her parents, & wren, her voice singing as an ominous background to each fever-ridden dream of hers.
2 / what was the worst day of robin’s life? did it ruin them, or did she pick herself back up and dust herself off?
november 14th, 2003. a packed church, the last farewell to a good girl, gone up in flames. grieving parents in the front row, & robin at the far end of the church — numb, unable to voice the words screaming inside of her. it’s my fault. i’m sorry. it’s my fault. i’m sorry. so loud, she doesn’t hear a word from the priest’s mouth — she keeps looking around & smelling burnt flesh, smoke crawling from beneath the doors. when she sees a stranger’s head crowned with flames, robin screams — thomas has to take her out by force, dragging her out while she keeps kicking & screaming ‘cause it’s burning, it’s burning, don’t you see ? everything’s burning. she can’t stick around for the burial. she can’t apologize & look noelle’s parents in the eyes. she keeps yelling & kicking until the only choice is sedation: she wakes up in a hospital room, & though everything’s white & sterile, she swears she still smells smoke. ( doesn’t ever truly recover from it, though she tries. she can pretend she’s moved on, but there’s a thick rope still tying her to that day — she’s moved on, but perhaps that moment’s learned how to move alongside her, too ).
3 / has she learned from her past mistakes, or does she continue to repeat them? if it’s the latter, is she aware that she’s repeating them and simply doesn’t bother to do anything about it, or is she unaware of it?
the way she sees it, her biggest, unforgivable mistake has been failing in protecting people, keeping them safe from harm. wren first, noelle afterwards — both sacrificed because robin didn’t know better, couldn’t protect them. she’s lived her life trying to make up for that, constantly sacrificing herself on the altar of hard work & knowledge, doing her best to never be caught by surprise, never allow those stories to repeat themselves again. she’s collected more mistakes along the way, & she’s burning herself up — one day she’ll see, maybe, that she’s just been aiming the fire that burned her loved ones to herself, & all that she’ll be then is just ashes.
@devotedecay / random character development / not accepting .
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darlinghearted-a-blog · 7 years ago
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@devotedecay ; sc!
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        “Church, you’re feeling okay, right?” Masika is eyeing him quietly - he seems more skittish than normal, “You’re really...jumpy.” Even as she says this, Masika makes no effort to create distance between them, keeping to her seat.
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stealsyou · 7 years ago
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🙌 🙌 !
SEND   ‘ 🙌 ’  FOR  ME  TO  GUSH  ABOUT  THE  PEOPLE  IN  ELIZA’S  LIFE   !
you  sent  me  three  in  total  so  i’ll  do  three  related  ones  in  one  post  SHAPESHIFTER  friends  at  all   )     with  fcs  and  headcanons  and  everything ,  but  first  of  all  here’s  a  lil  intro  for  three  of  them   !
ELLIE  SPENCER  ACKLES   //   ALLY  BARTON   //   KITTY  FLORENCE  ECHOLS.     you  know  those  friends  that  are  PART  of  a  bigger  group  and  love  everyone  in  it ,  but  really  you  know  they’re  a  special  kind  of  sister  to  each  other   ?     that’s  these  three.  they  LOOK  like  a  perfect  trio  as  well ,  prowling  streets  with  linked  arms  and  knifes  in  their  belts.
ELLIE  is  tiny  and  ADORABLE ,  with  perfect  freckles  and  red  hair  that  hides  any  kind  of  blood.  at  school  she  was  a  gymnastics  star  and  in  the  gang  she’s  a  minority  of  them  that  makes  REAL ,  HUMAN  MONEY  on  a  regular  basis  ——  and  why   ?     because  whether  she's  stunt - doubling  or  stripping  or  skateboarding  in  dumb  music  videos ,  she  wants  to  make  sure  the  other’s  are  OK.  that  they’re  not  just  scraping  by  with  nine  of  them  sharing  what  they  take  from  muggings   &   corpses.  absolutely  the  MUM  FRIEND  of  the  group     (   not  that  most  of  them  realise  it   ).
ALLY  is  clumsy  and  round - faced ,  with  denim  jackets   &   the  ugliest  plaid  shirts   &   blonde  hair  spiked  up  in  a  haircut  she  MADE  felix  copy  for  her  off  their  own.  she’s  the  most  obvious   //   sweetest ,  SHYEST  soft  butch  you’ll  ever  meet     (   hates  the  irony  of  her  name ;  makes  sure  she  over - pronounces  it  ‘ AL - LEE ’  whenever  she’s  introducing  herself   ).     likes  to  steal  disposable  cameras  from  boots  and  absolutely  has  a  flickr  account  covered  with  edgy  photos  of  the  rest  of  the  gang.  ONLY  ON  FILM  OF  COURSE     (   digital  ruins  the  look   !!   ) ;  the  tiny  bathroom  of  one  flat  is  converted  into  her  metre  squared  dark  room  that  people  can  only  enter  with  her  permission.
KITTY  is  taller  than  all  the  boys  and  has  a  smile  WIDER  than  the  thames.  her  goal  is  to  find  the  softest ,  most  beautiful  hair  she  can  and  KILL  for  it  ——  on  favoured  face  it’s  down  to  her  thighs   &   the  darkest ,  most  beautiful  shit  ever     (   takes  about  a  bottle  of  conditioner  with  every  wash   ).     her  singing  voice  sounds  like  it  invented  soul  and  if  you  MENTION  singing  competitively ,  she’s  probably  already  there  taking  home  the  prize.  TEMPER ,  meanwhile ,  is  something  you’d  prefer  to  avoid.  she  loves  to  argue  and  doesn’t  know  the  meaning  of  play - fighting  ——  broke  eliza’s  collarbone  during  twister  once  and  there’s  still  a  hole  in  the  wall  from  the  PLATE  she  threw  at  felix’  head.
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overdove-a-blog · 7 years ago
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“ when was the last time you left the house ? or opened the curtains for that matter. ” surprise visits after she moved away though
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the emerged world is terrifying. wide open, like being naked in a hailstorm — it’s a different kind of drowning, but it’s not as loving as the other kind. she really thought she could make it, for a split second: seemed like she’d learned to swim, or maybe just flail around enough to float & not sink. but it still hits her, that old familiar monster with blue eyes & a bluer soul, the kind that she can’t cure with pills & prescriptions ( prefers booze & self-harming demeanor, it’s cheaper & has less side effects, if you don’t count the self-loathing & hangovers ). she can’t escape it — doesn’t matter if she’s in portland, in montauk, narnia or wonderland. it’ll always know her name, & know how to kick her when she’s down: & she’s down right now, hidden beneath too many blankets — hasn’t even moved from the couch in the past 24 hours. she doesn’t blame church — she supposes a healthier part of her would be concerned about him too, but she can’t think properly right now, can’t consider herself anything more than a vague shape, a leak spread across the floorboards of a house she’s bought with an emotional investment much greater than the financial one, but it couldn’t heal her — the monster is sewn into her, & not even church’s scolding gaze ( it’s so surreal from him, so odd, it doesn’t belong there — or does it ? she can’t remember ) can scroll it off of her. “ leave me alone, church ” it’s faint, & she suspects she doesn’t really mean it — he’s good company, even if she’s not used to being the one being worried about. it’s faint, like the ragged breath of a dying body: she’s not dying, though, she’s just lifeless. “ you can’t really judge me. ” comes the casual, barely whispered comment: it’s mean, & she only vaguely knows this. can’t quite make out the shape of their interaction, right now — all she seems to care is the anesthetic rainbow of pictures on the tv, & she has no idea what they’re saying but they soothe her. there’s something beautiful in the way her guitar & church are alike right now — reasons for joy on good days, absolutely useless when the monster comes. washed out grey eyes are barely able to focus their gaze on him, pleading & pulled down like a dog’s — like an animal. “please. leave me alone. ”
@devotedecay​ / every 10 yrs someone worries abt mo & i cry / sel. accepting !
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wexarethewalkingxdead · 8 months ago
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[ turn ]   your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse. -@ourdyingwords connie <3
❥ 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 . another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format ! tw for violence, blood, mature themes. send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to … ( add ❝ reverse ❞ if you’d like to see how my muse would preform the action ! ) - @ourdyingwords
NO LONGER ACCEPTING!
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[ turn ]   your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse.
Daryl had been uncomfortable when Connie first asked him to teach her how to better fight in hand-to-hand combat. His biggest fear was that he'd hurt her physically without meaning to. So it had taken a lot of asking and almost begging on her part to get him to agree. He'd insisted that it be somewhere quiet without an audience. He was on edge enough without having to worry about someone else seeing them spar and thinking that he was hurting her.
And that's what lead to them to where they were currently. He was impressed with how much she already knew and had been about to tell her as much when she swept her foot against his left leg and knocked him off balance and then managed to use the momentum to roll him across the ground.
He looked up at her as she straddled him and then pinned his hands above his head. He smirked, knowing full well that she knew just how good she was. It had to be a set up to get him alone like this. "Think you're funny, do ya?" He struggled against her hands, loosening her grip on him as he pushed himself up on his elbows before sitting up fully. He kept her astraddle of him as his hands came between them.
'You kicked my ass,' he signed. 'Didn't really need any help, huh?'
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splatteredfingers · 7 years ago
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@devotedecay
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It had unfolded so quickly, rolled over him like a violent wave: the tightness in his chest and throat, hyperventilating, tremors. He hasn’t had an anxiety attack in awhile, but it’s been nearly four years since he’s seen JR and that’d been the night Nate nearly strangled him to death. It’s all he can think about: remembering the iron cage of Nate’s hands around his neck, the other guys in his crew yelling for him to stop, how he’d seen spots in his vision and the way his lungs burned for air.  The moment Church embraces him, Daxton feels safe rather than trapped. Fingers clutch the back of the other’s shirt at first, a desperate cling. His focus is brought to Church---just him. The warmth from his skin, the gentle brush of his fingertips, his voice. Slower breaths are forced in and out of his lungs in an attempt to regain control. It’s okay. You’re okay. Church is here. Nate is not. It’s fine. You’re fine. Thoughts like this circle on a loop, and his grip loosens, hands lower, fingertips kneading small circles. Glassy blue eyes finally meet other’s gaze, and a nod is given in answer. “--can. . .” There’s still a slight hitch on each inhale, making him sound breathless. It’s calmer than before when he’d been gasping for air like a fish out of water. Composure is better but still lacking. “Can we sit---down somewhere?” 
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mostghcst-a · 7 years ago
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@devotedecay​ : STARTER CALL !
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“ C’mon now, you don’t wanna do that . . .      lemme tell’ya. Dying? It ain’t all peas & carrots .                 ---  Take it from a ghoul who k n o w s .”
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vanderlylles-a-blog · 7 years ago
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 devotedecay / for this headcanon meme ! ( accepting )
if nora couldn't be an artist what would be her career backup plan? what kind of music does keira perform and is it the kind they always wanted to? is robin the kind of (cat) person to be upfront about something if it's bothering her or would she be passive aggressive about it instead? and does robin have a 'tell' for when she's lying?
NORA / do you really have a backup plan if you’re expected to end up dead in a blind alley way before you turn twenty-one ? truth is, she never even had a normal kind of plan. art is the only thing that comes easy to her, so that’s the only thing she wants to do. if she had to find any other career, however, i guess i’d see her working with books, for some reason. as a librarian of sorts, or maybe an archivist — something romantic, something quiet. of course she doesn’t share the sentiment, or maybe she just never even considered that option. if you asked her, she’d probably pick something related to performance, as a scenographer or stylist for bands, artists, etc. in all honesty, however, she truly believes she’s gonna end up as some sort of sex worker, so.
KEIRA / their music is definitely alternative indie, though it has kind of a — mystical, ethereal feel to it. it’s almost as if making music with their brother came as a natural consequence of inventing fairytales with each other when they were kids. their music is surreal, the kind that doesn’t sound like it belongs in this world. there’s a lot of electronic in it, synths & the occasional sniff of auto-tune, though the guitar is always present. they like to throw in more exotic instruments too sometimes, like the mandolin or the occasional ukulele. i guess if i had to find some real-life artists that better represent their music, it’d be c.at power, bat for l.ashes & f.eist. they don’t really wonder whether it is the right kind for them or what they wanted to do — jt’s the kind of music that came to them, the only kind they’re able to express themselves with, so they wouldn’t try to change it, really.
ROBIN / ahaha robin is a master of just ? bottling things inside until she gets to the melting point. she’s so unbelievably passive aggressive, but she still keeps things inside — won’t admit what’s bothering, rather expects people to understand it on their own & gets even more annoyed when they can’t figure it out. it’s bad, it’s unhealthy & it’s 100% an inheritance from her mother — when it happens with people she truly cares about, they usually manage to make her see just how much like her mother she’s being & that’s usually the cue that she’s fucking up & should probably stop. usually, she just waits ‘til she can’t take it anymore & either does something real, real rash & dumb ( say, go get wasted & other unhealthy things that don’t suit a university professor ), or just explodes. & when she’s fighting ? it’s world war three, really, & the violence of the fight is directly proportional to how much she cares about the person she’s fighting with. still, that’s only the last stage, & fights like that don’t happen unless she’s really about to break: usually, she just tends to ignore conflict & swallow it down. — & yes, someone who knows her well could easily tell when she’s lying. you see, the thing is: if she’s lying for a greater purpose ( i.e. if she’s lying to the cops to protect someone, if she’s trying to keep someone from knowing too much, etc. ) she’s really meticulous about it. she doesn’t particularly love lying, it makes her anxious — so her way to deal with the anxiety is to plan everything beforehand, have a story ready in case she needs to find an excuse, & give really detailed explanations about it. still this mostly happens for work-related lies. in any other case, & especially for personal matters, she’s the posterl girl for the motto ‘attack is the best defense’, which means — if she’s cornered, if she knows she’s about to get caught on a lie, she’ll start asking questions instead. she’ll start accusing & kind of manipulating others, fucking with their mind until they’re not even sure what they’re talking about. it’s bad, but she really hates lying & it makes her panicky & frantic. that, & she’ll also stutter. a lot.
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