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ROB RACO as RICKY ; A HUNDRED LIES(2024)
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PHOEBE TONKIN getting ready for the Zimmerman Fall RTW 2025 fashion show (March 10, 2025)
@thelcwless said: ❛ i never realized how much i needed you until you weren't there. ❜
from: pining/yearning starters (accepting)
Raven's words warmed that lonely little corner of his heart that so desperately longed to be needed. He filled it as often as he could by being everything for everyone. It helped to feel relied upon. There was something about hearing the words spoken so plainly though, that fulfilled him in a way that all of his good deeds never could. Especially after she'd run. She'd come back, and she needed him, and Malcolm swore that everything was right with the world in that moment.
He sighed at the sight of her, the sound heavy with relief. Once he welcomed someone in, they became a part of the pack. When Raven left after he'd done that, he'd cycled through the sting of loss, of rejection, of worry. Stopping himself from going after her, going after one of his own, had been a struggle, but chasing someone oftentimes only made them run faster and further. She was used to running, he knew. Setting her off would've been too easy. The choice to return was made sweeter by the fact that it had been hers.
The wolf smiled. He approached her without fear that he'd spook her now. "It's admirable that you've survived alone all this time." Malcolm commended her, reaching out to give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "But I'm glad you've realized that you don't have to anymore. Welcome home, Raven."
Had her mind been more settled after the commotion, she would've blushed furiously when Dante called her 'a sweet little miss', but there was still some panic polluting her thoughts. He was talking, at least. He was breathing. He was alive. That was the only thing that she needed to know right now. She never would have forgiven herself if she killed anyone, least of all him. Dante always made the usually quiet days interesting when he came in, sure. More than that though, he made her smile. He made her laugh. A quieter creature herself, it had taken a while to adjust to the unending snark of him. It had been a bit jarring at first, but now she was always hoping that he would come in.
Thank the gods he had today.
Once she was satisfied that he was just as fine as he had been when he'd strode in earlier, Bradley finally began to survey the damage. Shelves and cases had crumbled to the floor in shattered bits. There were trinkets strewn out in every direction. Some had survived. Most hadn't. Luckily, she didn't keep anything particularly valuable out on the floor. Luckier still, she didn't keep anything with any kind of real power out here either. That was too risky. It wasn't as though she was going to sell those things anyway. They were safest in her care.
So she waved a hand when he offered to have other people come handle the damage. "Don't worry about it. You saved my life and I...shot you. I think we're even. Besides, it's a delicate ecosystem in here." Even if the items out here weren't particularly significant, they still needed to be placed thoughtfully, which was why the disaster was so odd. Bradley never put anything in proximity of another object that would agitate it. She couldn't understand why there was a reliquary holding the teeth of a saint still standing next to where the shattered pieces of the demon's vessel were lying. That was a rookie move, and she wasn't a rookie. She made a mental note to check up on the poltergeist she kept bound to a puppet in the basement.
She reached for the reliquary before turning to look at Dante as he began explaining himself. "Don't worry, you're hardly the scariest thing within these walls. I'm not freaked out. Well, I'm not freaked out now." She certainly had been a few moments ago. That hadn't necessarily been his fault though. With a small sigh, she set the divine item back on the remains of a shelf. "No, I'm not hurt. I'm just... Do you know about me then?"
The look on her face was genuinely horrified that she actually pulled the trigger. He didn't see her as a type to do that, anyway, even to own a gun for that matter. It seemed like his words didn't register as she rushed to his side and looked at what was left now just a hole in his clothes and a few stains of blood on the white shirt underneath the coat. Evidently she was in shock, but once Bradley is able to take a breath, she'll realize it all herself.
"Just got my ego bruised a little that such a sweet miss like yourself shot me."Dante said with a half smirk and a chuckle. "I'm alright, Bradley. Just peachy - another demon has been put in a shithole it crawled out of. I'm sorry for the, uh... mess."he then hummed and pursed his lips as blue hues scanned her cute little shop. "I know people who know people who can take care of it. It'll be like I was never here, swear my heart and hope to die."he said a bit too dramatically with the hand over his left side of the chest.
Dante cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck. "So, assume I have some explaining to do. Hopefully I didn't freak you too much when I, you know, took onto that other form. I know it looks freaky, the wings, horns, all that shenanigans. But I need you to know I'm fully in control and it's still me - I don't always change like that but I had to, in order to protect you and react quickly."he elaborated before looking her over. "You're not hurt or anything, right?"
"Oh, trust me, it wouldn't be good for you." Mona practically purred. A part of her wanted to see him try though. She was always eager to not just to test her own mettle but to prove it. Undoubtedly, the man before her was one of the more powerful beings she'd come across. Whether she wanted to work with him or not, that made him a worthy opponent. If she could hold her own against Vergil, the gates certainly wouldn't stop her, She never got to enjoy a good fight anyway. Most of them were so easy to subdue that there was no satisfaction in it.
Risking her life by provoking him just to feel that thrilled would have to come later. Unfortunately. She had a goal. Whatever his reasons were, she'd heard rumors that he had the same one. Playing nice wasn't her strong suit, but she had to do it. Mona only hoped that he didn't need the sugary sweet kind of playing nice, that he wasn't going to expect charm and smiles. The only playing nice that she knew was the mutual respect that came along with the acknowledgment of power.
"No, I came to the right guy." Unable to stop herself from just a small show of defiance, she closed the distance between herself and his drawn blade. "You see, I've got a bone to pick with the gates of Hell. Word on the street is that you're trying to open them, and I'm sure you would've done it by now if you could pull it off yourself. Couldn't hurt to have a witch working alongside you, right?" She flashed a smile and held out her hand, arm running parallel to his katana. "Nice to finally meet you, Vergil. I'm Mona."
"Yeah, no shit."he grumbled, there was clear annoyance in the back of his voice, the icy blue gaze steady and firm onto her. He had no idea who she is, and it felt like a waste of his time already. Not that he didn't have time, he just hated being disturbed in the middle of something, but since she followed him around it was a matter of time before she finally shows herself to him.
Tall, skinny brunette surely had guts, was confident and even cocky a bit too much, as she stepped towards him, trying to prove a point. It amused him but he didn't let it show. For all he cares, he's seconds away from just turning away and leaving her be. But why not give her a chance since she's been in his shadow lurking for days. "I like a good challenge."Vergil said straight away about the pet part, and pulled out his katana as she continued to speak, and pointed it right in front of him, almost drawing a line at where she should stop - he absolutely hated having his personal space invaded.
She had a mouth on her, that was for certain. What did she even know of his progress and what his mission is? Something wasn't sitting right with him nor her words and he gripped at the handle of his katana tighter. "You know what bothers me? This conversation. I don't know who you are or what the fuck you want from me, less alone what you expect of me. You came to the wrong guy."Vergil said in a way for a warning almost.
His fingers flexed against her skin, pressing into the soft curve of her waist as the anticipation of hearing her answer set in. Zack couldn't remember the last time he was so eager just to hear someone speak. More often than not, he was happy to be on his own and in his own head. His circle was small. There were friends and family among the chthonic gods and the Underworld's residents, of course, but when he was in this world, he was content to have just the band and the people working with them. Performances were the closest he got to connecting to strangers. Skotos was able to do that, able to feel their energy and return it back to them as some raw, powerful being that commanded their attention and demanded their worship.
But he didn't need to hear about the rest of them. He needed to hear about her, and he frowned when Maggie told him that her life wasn't that interesting. Did she not realize that everything about her was interesting? Enchanting? Enrapturing? Absolutely fucking spellbinding? He still didn't understand why nobody had told her. Even he couldn't solve that mystery. She deserved to hear it.
Just like she deserved to break free of whatever she was chained to, even if she wasn't telling him exactly what that was. Zack found himself worried then that she was suddenly being so vague about whatever that darkness was. Still, he leaned into her touch and silently pleaded with her to keep talking. He wanted her to tell him more and nearly pouted when she tried to change the subject.
"No," he declared, not realizing that the growl slipping into his tone sounded eerily like the one he'd performed with that night. "We're not doing that." Leaning down to grip her thighs, the god easily lifted Maggie from the water and held her at his waist. Carrying her to the edge of the pool, he set her on the ledge. They still weren't entirely eye to eye, but she was closer to his height now with him still standing in the water, tattooed hands on either side of her to cage her in while he stood between her legs and fixed her with a surprisingly severe gaze.
"Don't change the subject. I told you that I want to know everything about you. Why don't you want to tell me? Do you not believe me?"
Maggie held back a breath as he approached her again in the water, his movement swift, making her almost freeze. Not from fear, just anticipation. His voice seemed a bit tense as he spoke her name, and their gazes locked onto one another. She couldn't look away even if she wanted to, his hands gently but firmly keeping her focus onto him. How easy it was for the world around her to stop when he'd look straight into her eyes, combined with his touch, it felt like her skin was on fire. Zack's gaze was puzzling to her, it felt heavy and like there was a lot of story telling behind them. It was so easy to get lost in them, to be captivated, just like... Just like there in the pit at the concert.
Letting out the softest of hums due to his touch, she let her hands carefully rest onto his chest once he pulled her in closer, firmly saying they aren't going anywhere. "Okay."she murmured in a whisper and offered him a little soft smile, so he'd know she's fine, her body began to relax once more against him. "My life?"Maggie then asked, a tad surprised by his choice of question.
Or maybe that is because she shouldn't really talk about her background as much. That's how she was raised, anyway - keep everything very lowkey, don't let people know who your family is or who your brothers work for. It could put her in grave danger, and her brothers were very paranoid when it came to Maggie. "But if I tell you everything, I might need to kill you."she mused with a chuckle, telling the most cliche quote there is, really. "I --- wouldn't know where to start. My life isn't all that interesting, Zack. It's very routine like, very lowkey. And the older I get, the harder it is. Feels like I'm chained to this kind of life and I can't break free. Maybe I don't know how, or deep down don't want to... but something has to change at some point, right? It can't always be this dark for me."Maggie mused and pushed his wet locks back, the touch soothing, tender. Perhaps she was just afraid to stand up for herself, and go against her brothers wishes. They only want what's best for her, they only wish her well. But they are never around to see this isn't the best for her and she isn't doing as well as they thing. "You, on the other hand, look like an adventurer. Like someone who has interesting stories to tell."Maggie tried to switch the subject and offered him a wide grin.
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Truthfully, Bradley was more horrified by the fact that she'd actually shot someone than the revelation that Dante wasn't entirely human. The gun had been collecting dust in the back of a drawer since she'd inherited her little oddities shop from the previous owner. She'd never had to use it before. She'd never imagined that she would have to. Most of the time, she forgot that it even existed. In all of the time that she'd looked after all of the sacred objects in the shop's walls, she'd never faced a threat, whether human or not. Fear and chaos had triggered instinct and driven the nymph towards it though. She hadn't thought; she'd just pulled the trigger, and now that the air was calming after the confrontation that Dante had come out of victorious, she felt... She felt stupid.
How had she not seen it? Dante always came in asking about things that had power, seeking artifacts that regular people shouldn't be putting their hands on. Once or twice, it would've been a coincidence. Maybe he just had odd taste in decor. More than that? She should have known. Contrary to how she felt, Bradley wasn't stupid. Quite the opposite, really. She should have put the very obvious two and two together to realize that he was something else.
But that was something to tackle later. Because she'd actually shot him. "Oh my god- you- I shot-" she blurted. Dropping the revolver with significantly less care than she should have, the nymph scrambled to her feet and rushed over to Dante. "I'm so sorry! I didn't- I was- are you-" her eyes landed on the bullet hole in his clothes that revealed unmarred flesh. No bullet, no wound even. Still, she had to ask. "Are you alright?"
open to females 30+
plot; dante, devil may cry inspired. half-human, half-demon, twin brother to vergil. devil hunter and paranormal investigator. your muse has known dante for a while now, for whatever reason you see fit. but they don't know his true nature. once a demon attacks happen in her presence, she is left absolutely afraid as dante's devil trigger works and he transforms into a demonic creature. once he is back in his human form, in fear, she shoots him. but that doesn't kill him, of course. she could be aware of the supernatural or not, it's up to you.
"------ That stung."Dante says as he grabbed onto his shoulder and saw blood there. "And you ruined my favorite trench coat, come on. Not cool."the half-demon huffed and looked over at her still holding the gun. "Can a guy just not have a gun pointed in his face every single day? I deserve a break. And a slice of pizza. Bleeding makes me hungry."Dante protested and looked down at his shoulder as it began to heal on it's own, thanks to his demon blood he reacted differently to many things, unlike normal humans or demons. And he healed quickly, and easily. The bullet got pushed out as the wound closed off, only what was left was a hole in his clothes where the bullet went through. "Look --- just put the gun down, yeah? I did save your life, just to remind you. I can explain - or at least try to."Dante shrugged and took a careful step towards her. "Bullets can't kill me, anyway - you're just going to ruin my clothes and it's kind of annoying, really."
It was unheard of for her to seek out someone else to try to work with them. She didn't need anyone else, and she certainly didn't need the risk of another person around who'd probably just fuck everything up. Mona had more than enough power on her own to do whatever she wanted anyway. Well...she usually had more than enough power. It was the first time she'd ever run into a road block like this, the first time she'd been denied by the ironclad gates themselves. Being told no? Being told that she wasn't strong enough to do what she'd set out to- it was maddening for the witch. At first, it had just been simple necromancy. She could usually do that in her sleep. Sure, it was forbidden among her kind, but so was working with demons, and when had either of those things ever stopped her? It was why she was stronger than the rest of them. Better than them.
And now, it was personal. This wasn't about being paid to bring someone back anymore. Her client had long since been forgotten. Now she was only focused on getting the gates open and siphoning as much as she could from Hell so nothing could ever stop her again. She hadn't swallowed her pride to seek a partner. No, that was too bloated to fit down her throat. She'd chewed it back though, enough to go after the son of Sparda himself. She wasn't going to work with someone weak, after all, and if anyone would be of help to her, Vergil fit the bill.
"Yeah, I certainly hope so." Mona huffed. "I haven't exactly been subtle." On the contrary, she'd been rather obvious about following him. She didn't flinch at his threat though. She wouldn't have expected anything less from what she'd learned about him. It probably would have disappointed her if his first move wasn't to put her life on the line. There was nothing to respect in someone who wasn't as brutal as she was. "First," she began as she took a few steps towards him, wordlessly stating that she wasn't afraid. "You couldn't make a pet of me if you tried. Second, you are making a truly shocking lack of progress, aren't you? Doesn't that bother you? Honestly, I expected more of you."
open to females 30+
plot; vergil, devil may cry inspired. half-human, half-demon, twin brother to dante. dark slayer. unlike his brother who accepted his human side, vergil embraced his demon side. they don't see eye to eye and have different agendas. vergil is on a mission to gain the power of his father, sparda, and reopen gates of hell. your muse has found it's way to him while he's in the human realm, and wants to join his cause for whatever reason you see fit, maybe they want to bring someone from the dead? either way, vergil doesn't take well to strangers so your muse better have something to offer in exchange.
They try to sneak up onto him but Vergil senses her a while ago. It was clear she was after him, nobody really bumps into him for no reason. He'd been in this little town for too long, looking into some artefacts and trying to put pieces of a puzzle together for him to finally open the gates of hell. A tough mission, especially with his brother being in this realm and knowing he'll try to stop him. Without Dante, he can't open it, either. But Vergil was going to damn try. "There is little to be gained from idle conversation, but I find myself curious..."the half-demon finally speaks out as they get close enough in the back alley he just turned to. "I've seen your face around the town. Funny enough, just as I got here. And town before this one. And before that one..."he speaks, his stance firm, gaze cold as he weighs down onto her. "I am not a pet kind of guy, and I work alone. So - I'm giving you a chance to speak your mind before I put this through you and get rid of you."Vergil huffed in a gruff tone as his hand patted the katana Yamato resting on his hip.
@lostwcnderlands said: [ SLOW ] for sender to sensually undress receiver
from: smutty and intimate prompts (accepting)
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It wasn't like this was the first time he was going to see her. On the contrary, she knew that Rayan had already seen her. Countless times. With the way she avoided looking at herself as much as she could, he probably knew her body better than she did at this point. Still, he'd only ever seen her one way. He'd only ever seen her online persona intimately. Selene was the one he'd been looking at, charming and confident and so entirely not her. Wasn't that who he wanted, who'd fueled his obsession? Would he be disappointed to finally see Cody herself? And why was the idea that he would so heartbreaking to her?
Fear made her breath tremble as he crouched down and slowly dragged her sweatpants down her legs, lifting one after the other at the knee to pull them away completely. Even just the air hitting her skin made her flinch. There went one piece of her armor. She thought about running. Where would she go though? The apartment was only so big, and he'd already proven that he would chase her. No matter how she tried to hide, he would find her. Always. Her demon, her shadow- there was nowhere she could go where he wouldn't follow. Watching her. Looking at her.
And she'd almost grown accustomed to it since the first night she'd faced him. The weight of his golden gaze almost didn't feel so suffocating now. That wasn't when she was exposed to him though, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut when he rose and took the hem of her shirt with him. The rest of her body complied, her arms lifting as the tee was pulled away, and for just a moment, it didn't catch up to her. The knowledge that she was standing before Rayan in nothing more than her underwear didn't quite process. The mere thought that she was allowing it seemed so impossible that it couldn't be true.
Then her eyes opened. Her stomach turned. Cody instinctively curled in on herself, hugging her body over her bare breasts to hide herself as best she could. "I'm sorry." She choked out. "I just- give me a second." The dhampire swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing. "Should I- do you want me to be her? You- you'll like it more if it's her."
closed for: @sarawritesx
continued from: here
Guilt burned in the back of his throat as she apologized. She thought that she'd hurt him and apologized for it, but he was the one who'd done something wrong. He was lying to her. That never usually bothered him. He didn't put himself in a position when it would. Asphodel didn't interact with their fans. He wasn't out there talking to anyone as Skotos, and he didn't talk to fans as Zack either. The beauty of their anonymity was the ability to keep to himself, to not be gawked at and to simply be able to exist when he was up in the world above.
But then came Maggie. She was so open with him. She shone so brightly and was unafraid to be vulnerable and trust a stranger. Maggie was just so...good. And he was lying to her. About something that she loved. And she was apologizing to him? She thought she was in the wrong? She was giving him the option to leave their little bubble? "No, you- Maggie-" he moved closer to her again and captured her lovely face in his hands, the face that had enchanted him when he'd been on stage and watched her through his mask. As he looked down at her, he was tempted to just tell her. If he was the only one who'd be affected, he knew that he would. He was so tempted to show her every piece of him. Zack, Skotos, Zagreus- he wanted her to know all of them in that moment, but his choices could affect the rest of the band. He couldn't do that to them.
A part of him wished she would just figure it out.
"You didn't hurt me. Don't apologize. You- Maggie, you did nothing wrong." He shook his head and dropped one hand to her waist to guide her nearer to him again. "We're not going anywhere." This was the closest he'd been able to get to her answer to his question in such a short amount of time. He wanted to get closer though. Maybe he could. "What's your life like? I want to know everything about you."
Some would call it coincidence. Others would call it providence. Helena, however, knew that the king ending up in her care was neither. Although they'd managed to operate in secret for generations, it was only a matter of time before the coven was discovered and targeted. After all, they had their fare share of connections to the beings the murderer sleeping in the other room seemed hellbent on extinguishing. Monsters, he called them. Her lip curled just at the thought of the word. A few of her own friends had even fallen to Valor's sword. Someone had to stop him.
So when battle had started to brew, the witches began weaving their web. They'd offered their support to his enemies, empowered their forces and their weapons, but they'd made sure he didn't fall. That would only enrage his entire realm. They would seek revenge for their beloved king and fight harder. Someone would carry on his mission. No, they had to dismantle the entirety of that mission to save their ilk, and Helena had been happy to be charged with the task. She was going to pull it all apart. Only then would she kill him. For now, as much as she couldn't stand the thought, she had to keep him alive.
Healing magic wasn't her specialty, but she was decent enough, and she didn't have to heal his wounds entirely. That would have been too obvious. She'd simply given him what he needed to hold on to life for the past few days until she'd increased the regenerative magic just enough to encourage his body to wake up. When she heard him stirring in the other room of the small cottage the coven had placed her in, Helena knew that it was finally time to face her mark. She took a deep breath and gathered a tray with a pitcher of water and some fresh bread that he very much didn't deserve.
"You're not alone." Helena announced as she stepped into the room, setting the tray down on a table in the corner before turning to Valor with a warm smile. "You should lie back down. You've been asleep for a few days. You'll need to go slowly." She paused and tipped her head to the side. "How are you feeling?"
status -> open to all 21+ muses *we do not have to be mutuals to reply! supernatural muses welcome, too! + canons if applicable but will be selective*
setting -> my muse, inspired by arthur from camelot lore, is the king of a small realm && has been severely injured in battle. your muse, perhaps not realizing that he is the king, has taken on the task of nursing him back to health && saving his life. bonus points if your muse is on the enemy's side, or maybe does know who he is && has other intentions, entirely utp!!
my other opens - always accepting responses!
i should be dead. it was the first thought that floated through the throbbing agony of king valor's mind, before the full force of the pain hit his body. bones, broken. flesh, torn. he last remembered the devastating swing of a sword- a blurred face with lifeless eyes as they swung to claim his own... valor startled fully awake. groaning as he sat up, nearly passing back out again as color dazzled in fractals of his vision, bile rising in his throat as his body screamed protest to movement. maybe i am dead. he shook, trying to focus on his breathing, eyes wild as they took in unfamiliar surroundings. valor looked down, noticing his clothes were gone. the royal crest, the weapons, the armor... exposed, vulnerable, with bruises blooming over so many surfaces. " hello? " the king croaked, realizing how dry his throat was, how he was too weak to stand. to fight, to run. fear flooded his veins like ice. " am i alone here? "
SOME SMUTTY AND INTIMATE PROMPTS
[ NEW ] for our muses first sexual experience
[ NECK ] for receiver's muse to arouse sender by kissing, licking and/or biting their neck and throat
[ BACK ] for receiver's muse to use sender's back for a sexual act (back shots, biting, licking, waxplay etc.)
[ LEGS ] for receiver to slow kiss from the ankle all the way up to sender's thigh.
[ DISTRACTED ] for receiver to fondle sender while sender is trying to do another task
[ DISTRACTING ] for sender to fondle receiver while receiver is trying to do another task
[ BETTER ] for our muses to have makeup sex (feel free to specify who initiates)
[ TOGETHER ] for a drabble about our muses having a threesome
[ TABOO ] for our muses to try a new kink
[ AGAIN ] our muses are supposed to be broken up but they wind up having sex
[ JEALOUS ] our muses have been out together and sender purposefully flirted with others to get receiver worked up. receiver has them alone now and gets to have their way with them.
[ HEAVY ] for our muses to have a make out session including dry humping and fondling
[ AFTER ] our muses initiating another round the morning after their first time
[ CLEAN ] for our muses to shower together after sex, taking turns washing each other
[ TASTE ] for our muses to use flavored condoms during oral
[ STRAP ] for one muse to simulate a blow job on the other's strap
[ TEST ] for one muse to begin training the other for anal by using plugs
[ CLOSE ] for our muses to cuddle naked
[ SLOW ] for sender to sensually undress receiver
[ SLOWLY ] for receiver to sensually undress sender
[ CONSUME ] for one muse to eat/lick food off the other's body (feel free to specify what kind)
🐝 * ― 𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 / 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ i can't stop thinking about you even when i try. ❜ ❛ every time i see you, it's like my heart skips a beat. ❜ ❛ i never realized how much i needed you until you weren't there. ❜ ❛ do you ever feel like there's something missing ... like a piece of your heart is somewhere else? ❜ ❛ i wish i had the courage to tell you how i feel. ❜ ❛ if only you knew how much you truly mean to me. ❜ ❛ do you ever wonder what it would be like if things were different between us? ❜ ❛ sometimes i wonder if you ever think about me the way i think about you. ❜ ❛ i had a lot of dreams about you recently. ❜ ❛ somehow, you're always on my mind. ❜ ❛ i think i've been in love with you since the day we met - scratch that, i know i've been in love with you since the day we met. ❜ ❛ my biggest wish is to hold you close and never let you go. ❜ ❛ all my life i've felt like a part of me was missing, but with you i've finally found it. ❜ ❛ you deserve better than who i am right now, but i'm gonna keep trying to become someone you do deserve. ❜ ❛ every time you smile at me, i get this flutter in my chest. ❜ ❛ do you think i'll ever be worthy of your love? ❜ ❛ i want to be the person to make you happy. the one person you can always come to with whatever you need. ❜ ❛ will we ever get another chance together? ❜ ❛ you were the best thing that's ever happened to me. ❜ ❛ my biggest regret is ever letting you go. ❜ ❛ i'm still in love with you ... and i honestly never stopped. ❜ ❛ when i wake up in the morning, you're the first person i want to see. ❜ ❛ every time i wake up, i check if you wrote me another message. ❜ ❛ i wish i could be as important to you as you are to me. ❜ ❛ it hurts when you don't talk to me like you used to. ❜ ❛ i miss everything about you, your touch, your laugh, your smile. i wish i could have that back. ❜ ❛ i want to fall asleep wrapped in your arms. ❜ ❛ hold me closer; i always feel safer when you're with me. ❜ ❛ there's so much i wish i was able to tell you. ❜ ❛ i know things aren't easy right now, but i want to remain a fixture in your life. after all, you're one in mine. ❜ ❛ i miss the way you always made me smile. ❜ ❛ you're the reason i keep holding on. ❜ ❛ maybe we're supposed so to remain a case of 'right person, wrong time' forever. ❜ ❛ if only you knew how i feel about you. ❜ ❛ i'm yearning to hold your hand in mine. ❜ ❛ i think you are the one for me, and i hope one day i'll be the one for you, too. ❜ ❛ do you think i'll ever become more than a friend to you? ❜ ❛ my heart belongs to you, always and forever. ❜ ❛ my first instinct is to protect you, no matter the cost. ❜ ❛ i've been thinking about us a lot lately. ❜
𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 , 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 . ݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚ a series of romantic gesture prompts inspired by historical fiction, period dramas, classic fairytales, poetry, and more. will likely be updated in the future, so please do not add onto this.
[ HAND ] , sender kisses receiver's hand.
[ COURTESY ] , receiver kisses sender's hand.
[ KNUCKLES ] , sender kisses receiver's knuckles.
[ AFFECTION ] , receiver kisses sender's knuckles.
[ TENDER ] , sender kisses receiver's forehead/temple.
[ CARE ] , receiver kisses sender's forehead/temple.
[ LIPS ] , sender kisses receiver on the mouth.
[ SEALED ] , receiver kisses sender on the mouth.
[ HUG ] , sender hugs receiver close.
[ EMBRACE ] , receiver hugs sender close.
[ KNEEL ] , sender gets down on one knee.
[ REVERENCE ] , receiver gets down on one knee.
[ OFFER ] , sender offers their arm for receiver to join them somewhere.
[ JOIN ] , receiver offers their arm for sender to join them somewhere.
[ ENVELOPE ] , sender writes receiver a love letter.
[ LETTER ] , receiver writes sender a love letter.
[ FLOWERS ] , sender gifts receiver flowers.
[ BOUQUET ] , receiver gifts sender flowers.
[ DANCE ] , sender asks receiver to dance.
[ WALTZ ] , receiver asks sender to dance
[ SILENCE ] , sender and receiver enjoy a quiet moment together without conversation.
[ READ ] , sender reads to receiver.
[ STORY ] , receiver reads to sender.
[ CARRY ] , sender carries receiver in their arms.
[ LIFT ] , receiver carries sender in their arms.
[ HUG ] , sender hugs receiver close.
[ INTERLOCKED ] , sender holds receiver's hand.
[ INTERWOVEN ] , receiver holds sender's hand.
[ GENTLE ] , sender holds receiver's face in their hands.
[ CRADLE ] , receiver holds sender's face in their hands.
[ CONVERSE ] , sender has an intimate conversation with receiver.
[ SHARE ] , receiver has an intimate conversation with sender.
[ COOK ] , sender cooks a meal for receiver.
[ CHEF ] , receiver cooks a meal for sender.
[ POEM ] , sender writes a poem for receiver.
[ ODE ] , receiver writes a poem for sender.
[ GIFT ] , sender gives receiver a gift ( specify ).
[ PRESENT ] , receiver gives receiver a gift ( specify ).
[ HOLD ] , sender and receiver cuddle together.
[ BACK ] , sender gives receiver a back rub.
[ MASSAGE ] , receiver gives sender a back rub.
[ ASSIST ] , sender helps receiver put on a piece of clothing or jewellery.
[ HELP ] , receiver helps sender put on a piece of clothing or jewellery.
[ RAINFALL ] , sender kisses and/or dances with receiver in the rain.
[ DOWNPOUR ] , receiver kisses and/or dances with sender in the rain.
[ BASKET ] , sender and receiver share a private picnic.
[ WORSHIP ] , sender kisses and/or touches receiver's body with reverence.
[ DEVOTION ] , receiver kisses and/or touches sender's body with reverence.
[ ALTAR ] , sender watches receiver walk down the aisle towards them.
[ AISLE ] , receiver watches sender as they walk down the aisle towards them.
🐝 * ― 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹 / 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ nothing's going to happen to us, right? ❜ ❛ i'm ... scared. ❜ ❛ i don't like where this is going. ❜ ❛ did i ever tell you i'm actually terrified of [the dark / heights / spiders / etc.]? ❜ ❛ you hear me? we're not going to die today! ❜ ❛ did you hear that? it sounded like screams. ❜ ❛ i really, really don't like this. ❜ ❛ we're completely alone here, nothing's going to happen to us. ❜ ❛ this place has been abandoned for centuries. ❜ ❛ whatever happens, keep the lights on. ❜ ❛ you're not scared, are you? ❜ ❛ this is like straight out of my worst nightmare. ❜ ❛ do you believe in ghosts? ❜ ❛ what are you afraid? ❜ ❛ what was that?! ❜ ❛ see, i told you there's nothing to be afraid of. ❜ ❛ go on, no one will hear your screams. ❜ ❛ it was a foolish idea to come here alone. ❜ ❛ no one is going to save you now. ❜ ❛ don't be afraid, i'm not going to hurt you. ❜ ❛ you really think you can run from me? ❜ ❛ it's a shame i'll have to kill you when we're done with this. ❜ ❛ want to make a deal with the devil? ❜ ❛ i'm not afraid of you. not anymore. ❜ ❛ there are figures hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike. ❜ ❛ this wasn't so bad now, was it? ❜ ❛ what could possibly go wrong - it's just an old abandoned meaning, it doesn't mean it's haunted, right? ❜ ❛ face it, we won't make it out of here alive. ❜ ❛ i'll even give you a choice - it's either you or them. who's going to die tonight? ❜ ❛ i will haunt you for the rest of your days. ❜ ❛ don't scream, it will only make this worse. ❜ ❛ you look so pretty when you're scared of me. ❜ ❛ i won't kill you ... yet. ❜ ❛ ghosts and monsters aren't real. ❜ ❛ i'm not afraid of anything! ❜ ❛ you! you're sick! you sent me here to die, didn't you? ❜ ❛ close your eyes. it'll make it easier if you don't see it coming. ❜ ❛ no matter where you hide, i'll always find you. so you better give up now. ❜ ❛ i promise i'm gonna be your worst nightmare. ❜ ❛ it's only over when i say it is. ❜
Ffffffffffffffffffffffffff I wanna write so badly, so I'm gonna reblog some memes. I haven't finished my muse page, but I want to write here. Fight me about it.
If you see me ripping my hair out over trying to finish my muse page before I start writing, no you don't. But on that note, would you all be comfortable with me continuing threads in new posts over here, or would you rather start new things?
Blasphemy! Heresy!
Save me from the monster that is eating me.
Betsy. 29. she/her. green-haired leftist and lover of all threads fantasy, horror, and romance based. 21+ selective blog, sporadic activity and mood-based writer.
rules. muses. wanted plots. wanted opposites.
