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REBLOG IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH JUMPING AROUND IN THREADS/PLOTS. sometimes it can take ages to get from point a to point b and half the fun is the journey. but sometimes it fun to explore different aspects of a plot. flashfowards, flashbacks, parts of the plot you have discussed but haven’t reached yet. It’s so fun to explore every part of a plot and have multiple threads in different places in a plot. Or sometimes different memes you sent/receive may not fit the point in the plot you are at right now, but fit a flashback or flashfoward. So reblog if you are okay with having different threads in different points in the plot.

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I LOVE @bonebaker

💀 “ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙  ESCAPE  ,—– –𝕴𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘  LACED  𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆, 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊,𝕺𝖋   POISON   —–! ”  💀  

CLARA ST. GEORGE ! IND . HORROR OC ! 

edit 1/ ?? for bean! 

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  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

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   @venenumtm  sent    /   ‵ if i can still breathe, i’m fine. ′   /  AESTHETIC PROMPTS

“The worst is not – so long as you can say this is the worst I’ve ever been.” It was the single quote from King Lear that stuck with him ( except potentially the bit about an eye being gorged out, but then, who could forget that? ) But he liked that line, not because he was an optimist, because no one would have been quite foolish enough to call him that. But rather, because it was a bleak sort of realism. That as long as you could physically say this is the worst then things could be, literally, worse. The bottom was something that kept going down, more and more down. 

But there was a glaring difference between her and Shakespeare, and he couldn’t help but wryly point it out, a slight raise to one brow as he studied her with piercing eyes. “I wouldn’t say ‘fine’ so blanketed though –” he cautioned. While breathing was certainly a good indicator that she wasn’t dead, he wasn’t about to agree that it guaranteed her being fine. A look of concern clouded his brow, sheltering eyes. 

She looked to be in one piece, but that didn’t end his worry. “You’re sure you’re okay?” 

Clara wasn’t one for quotes, it seemed to weird to say something that another person had said decades ago. Dusting herself off from the rock she had fallen from, oh so close to the edge of the mountain she shrugged it off,” Its just a few bruises, nothing I can’t fix when I get back home. She stood up, her footing not quite balanced she almost fell again, but caught herself and rolled her eyes at his comment,”I’m good Jughead, trust me I would tell you if I wasn't.” It was only half the truth, she would provably still lie if she didn’t feel well.

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Ok, I’m not a big fan of these kinds of posts, but lately, I’m becoming more and more disheartened so I need to know if you’re out there. 

Please reblog this post if you are willing to write with ‘un-shippable’ muses. 

I’m talking about those muses who are perhaps elderly, who are married/taken and not liable to affairs, muses who are asexual/aromantic, or even just muses whose muns don’t really want to ship. 

While I’m always happy that anyone would want to write with me, sadly, over time I have realised that my older/married/ace muses are very rarely (virtually never) requested. So please share this on your blog so that people know they can throw their muses at you who are not going to wind up in ships or with smut threads. 

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         sigh is met with relaxed ignorance , smile lingering on his lips as he sinks further into the plush cushioning of the sofa. ‘ you dissing queen? sheer heart attack is one of the BEST albums ever released ! ’ a hand rises to clutch above his heart, a look of mock hurt flashing ‘cross his features as body twists to kneel on the couch instead ; facing clara with brow furrowed. ‘ english has never really been my BEST subject … could you just read over my paper and help me fix it? ’ 

Staring at him blankly for a second she laughed,”I’m kidding Queen is great.” She pushed herself off of the stairs and made her way to him, then sat criss-cross on the sofa, making herself comfortable. “Show me what ya got Harrington.” Clara was okay at English, but thank god he didn’t need help with math, she only knew basic math and that was because of the diner. 

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There’s a familiar buzz about the diner as Crowley saunters inward; an action repeated enough times that he can navigate around the building with his eyes closed, save for the inconvenient patron in the way. His eyes aren’t closed, but they remain shaded by sunglasses even after he’s well inside. It earns him a few judgmental looks, but they’re brushed off– he’s already been judged enough for one eternity by a much more acceptable hand. 

Only God Herself is fit to judge him, anyway. And hasn’t She just?

His typical, carefree attitude floats off of his lanky, animated form as his entire torso ( bent arms to shove hands halfway into pockets included ) sways with each exaggerated step. Like he’s on a Paris runway; for all anyone knows, in Crowley’s mind he may very well be. It glides him down the proper path towards the kitchen where he finds his intended target– along with an unintended and unwanted employee.

“You’ll never believe it, craziest thing–” It’s his introduction as he sweeps in; the shades make it impossible to tell just whom he’s looking at, but he’s speaking as if to the room itself. “That little shop across the way there? Just caught fire. Not every day you get t’ see a building on fire, is it?” As far as the employee knows, Crowley has no authority to order or suggest he do anything while on the clock, but damned if he doesn’t act just like he’s the guy’s boss’ boss. A single gesture of his head backward, toward the door, and the hindrance resolves itself.

“Really did catch on fire.” As if he could lie about it and get away with it. “Might have had a little help.” But he needs her alone and what better way to distract someone than with someone else’s misfortune and misery? Humans really can be rotten creatures.

“Long time. Didn’t forget about me, did you, doll?”

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Immediately Clara rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue and put a finger in her mouth indicating that she in fact did not miss him.  “And here I thought you forgot about me.”She spoke with a smug smile before turning her back to him to continue washing the dishes he had so rudely interrupted. She hadn’t seen Crowley in a couple of months and was beginning to think he was done with her....apparently not.  “What do you want, I’m busy here.” 

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@joneshead   asked   ❛ So I think I better go. ❜ 

 “Aw! Don’t go hun!” Clara pouted, leaning back into her chair. “The fun is just getting started!” She held up the bottle of champagne and popped it open, a loud giggle coming from her lips. Everyone in her friend group besides Jughead was out of town for the week and she wanted to have fun dammit! “So what will it be? Shots or the whole bottle?”   

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lmao filippo

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So I did a thing after not editing for 10 months...

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Madchen Amick in Twin Peaks (1990)

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Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

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❝ All of life is about fixing what you fucked up. ❞

“If that’s what you make of it.” She pulled her hand through her long brunette locks, “ I on the other hand think its about having fun.” Clara let out a small giggle, bringing the straw of her milkshake up to her lips and taking a long sip. “You really need to stop worrying all the time and let go for once, it’s not good for your health.” 

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Twin Peaks (1990)

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    ‘    JUMBO FRIES !  and don’t skip out on the side of BARBECUE sauce. OH and a CHOCOLATE SHAKE. ’  she ordered, then adding.  ‘  —clara !  are you going to RAM’S party ?  it’s supposed to be killer. ’ 

“Yea, yea I got it.” She sighed, starting to push the car door open until she heard Heather’s comment, “Hell no, I don’t want to go to a party where all there are is horny boys throwing themselves at girls way out of there league. Not my style.” 

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(     *   & . @venenumtm​ said  ❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

           ‘ L O O K ! queen was playing and you can’t just keep that quiet. ’ lazy grin spread slowly ‘cross his face, head falling over the back of the sofa until gaze falls upon clara. ‘ what’re you even doing up there anyway? you’re SUPPOSED to be helping me study for my english test. ’

Clara rolled her eyes, looking down at him from the top of the stairs before sighing before making her way to the bottom. “Queen? Really? I would think you would listen to something with more bass.” She teased, leaning against the stairs, her arm sliding up the banister. “So do you need help with spelling or reading? Because it seems you don’t know how to do either.”