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Waking Up Together

Waking up in the same bed by accident requested by anon!

"Oh. You're - you're still here."

"Did we fall asleep? Oh, my goodness..."

"Good morning... you're warm..."

"I haven't woken up in someone else's arms since - well - "

"I thought I was dreaming still, but here you are."

"Normally when I wake up, the other person is gone..."

"Mm, I don't want to get out of bed yet... do you?"

"I never thought I'd wake up looking at something so beautiful."

"Would you lay here with me a little longer?"

"Oh, we fell asleep... together..? They're never going to let us live this down."

"I could lay like this forever..."

"I didn't have a nightmare, that's... new."

"I dreamed you were here, and I woke up, and here you are..."

"You have such beautiful eyes... and such terrible morning breath..."

"I could never have thought that I could fall asleep next to someone ever again..."

"You didn't leave? Oh, most people... they leave."

"I'm glad you're here. I'm glad to wake up with you..."

"I know we need to get up... but..."

"Oh! Oh I was - I was holding you - I'm so sorry -"

"I'm really.. tired... is it okay if I lay down here... with you?"

"Mm, it's too nice to go anywhere. You can stay if you want..."

"I feel safe enough here with you... nothing can happen..."

"I just want to sleep, nothing else, I promise."

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ANTAGONISM — MEETINGS

"Still mad?" "Missed me?" "Get out. Now." "Who let you in?!" "Why are you here?" "What do you want?" "Read my lips: no." "You don't scare me." "Hey, put that back!" "You are not welcome." "Move out of the way." "Don't be like that..." "Don't test me today." "Do you mind? I'm busy." "Don't come any closer." "Showing your face again?" "You expect me to apologize?" "I won't say it again: leave it." "You know I can't let you in." "I don't trust you to behave." "You being here is bad enough." "Have you nothing better to do?" "I thought you didn't trust me?" "I don't wanna deal with this…" "I'm not here as a favor to you." "Are you still holding a grudge?" "Your presence befouls this place." "Is there a… reason you're here?" "I didn't expect to find you here." "I should just kill you right now." "What more could you possibly want?" "Do you mind getting out of the way?" "Don't you have hobbies or something?" "You're threading a dangerous line…" "What? No open arms, no welcome back?" "Cut to the chase — why call me here?" "Do they just let anyone walk in here?" "How did you… the doors were locked!" "You're not sorry, don't even pretend." "You've chosen a bad day to bother me." "Come now, no need for such hostility." "Do you find amusement in harassing me?" "You being here is enough to ruin my day." "I don't care, you need to let me through." "You should have killed me… but you didn't." "So… standoffish. Am I not allowed to visit?" "You better have a good reason for ignoring me." "Here, I brought you something!" *Middle finger.* "Seeing your face sour at the sight of me is funny." "Is that what I am to you? An annoyance? A pest?" "Were you expecting me? What a… warm welcome." "No. Whatever you're about to ask, the answer is no." "Do you just think it's funny to get me into trouble?" "You think you can just walk in here after what you did?" "I'm not going to be intimidated into letting you through." "Doesn't matter what you say, I'm not doing you any favors." "You'll forgive me for being curt, but please, leave me alone." "Grow up. We can hate each other's guts and still do business." "I won't be held responsible for what I do if you don't get out of my face." "Isn't it funny that I'm right here and you can't do anything to me right now?"

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I am going to try to be on here today 🥺🖤

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MUSES & MOTHERS.

please remember when sending to multi ― muse blogs to specify the muse &   /   or the muse’s mother in question ! 

send    🌸    for my muse to talk about their mother.

send    🌼    & a question for my muse to answer about their mother.

send    💐    for my muse’s mother to talk about their child.

send     🌹    & a question for my muse’s mother to answer about their child.

send    🌻    for my muse’s mother to talk about something other than their child.

send    🌺   & a question about something other than their child for my muse’s mother to answer.

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semi-selective, canon-divergent indie roleplay blog for CLAIRE RANDALL FRASER from the OUTLANDER series, w/ both book & show inspirations. penned by elfie, 21+, pst.

*content warnings listed in pinned & carrd.

[anthrcpophagi]

semi-selective, canon-divergent indie roleplay blog for CLAIRE RANDALL FRASER from the OUTLANDER series, w/ both book & show inspirations. penned by elfie, 21+, pst.

*content warnings listed in pinned & carrd.

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Embracing the Monster

You can persuade them to break free...

"It's in your bones."

"You can't change what you are."

"I can see the monster in you."

"I can see your fangs."

"You want to rip them apart?"

"You should give into that anger."

"You should hurt them."

"You should make them suffer."

"Doesn't it feel better to give in?"

"There's nothing wrong with what you are."

"Teach them a lesson!"

"Let them feel your rage."

"Strike out, now! Strike them down!"

"Wouldn't you love to see them all bleed?"

"Give in."

"Tear them apart!"

"They've held you back for too long."

"You deserve to get revenge."

"You deserve to rip them apart."

"Don't you want to make them suffer?"

"You look so beautiful when you're angry."

"I want to see what you're capable of."

"You're meant to be soaked in blood."

"Bathe in their entrails! Show them they're nothing but meat!"

"Embrace what you are."

"You could be so powerful."

"You have to stop holding back."

"I want to see that viciousness."

"I want to see what you can do."

"All it takes is one moment, one breath, one relief. Let it loose; let it wild!"

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any & all brain power has been over on @/awynter but i miss maren 🥺🖤

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life has been hellish lately so i apologize for the slow replies & lack of activity. I do still plan to be here and write once the universe lets me breathe!

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life hack to roleplaying with me: if you’ve got a fucked up idea there’s a 8234768123763712% chance i’ll go for it. seriously. don’t test me.

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i'll be lurking in drafts for today but feel free to come send more memes & i'll reply to them asap 🖤

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"Me?" Maren blinks. Was the child talking to her? When was the last time a child had even crossed her path, let alone spoke to her? For a moment she feels out of place, like she's watching her own body from outside herself. How was she supposed to help a child anyway? She wasn't a babysitter. But the thought that this little girl might stumble into some trouble far worse than an eater, Maren nods. "I can try. I dunno how much I'll be able to do, though. What d'you need?"

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Cherubic features stare up at the woman, hunger for her blood stirs in her belly as she continues to stand in proximity to her. She looks lost, confused. A child looking for her parent who she got separated from. Which is not entirely false. She did wander off from Kristof. He took a business call and took his attention away from her so she decided to walk off. This is a game she plays with her father. He will come looking for her, especially since they were supposed to be spending time together. He has said he is making up for neglecting her, yet, one call from Renfield about an intercepted shipment of weapons and he was back to ignoring her in favor of his empire again.

"Excuse me, miss. Can you help me, please?"

An innocent face hides the monster lurking beneath this girl's skin. She pouts, she makes herself look as assuming as possible. She uses what is in her arsenal to secure her next meal.

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"I dunno. Somewhere else." She shrugs, but she’s pretty sure she could list off a million other places he should be than sharing a bed with her. For Maren, this was heaven. Waking up next someone that didn’t hate her, that still wanted to stay even after the sun sank and rose again. But it wouldn't last forever. Nothing good ever lasted forever. It all came crumbling down eventually, so she wanted to enjoy the moment while it lasted.

"Another night?” She blinks, wondering if she heard him correctly. Maren can’t tell if he’s teasing her or if he's being genuine, even when she pulls away just enough to examine his expression further. He seems so sincere, in everything he says. Nothing is hidden below layers of pretty lies and vague truths. He wears his heart on his sleeve and Maren can't help but wonder how long it will be until it gets hurt.

She looks across the room, likes the sight of his things next to hers. For a moment, she imagines a house of their own, with rooms upon rooms filled with their things, their collections and memories. Clothes scattered on the floor and book stacked in every corner. Cowboy hats on the walls and weird thrifted sweaters cluttering the closets. A home that was a perfect mixture of them, their own creation.

But she can almost hear Sully's gravelly laugh in the back of her mind. She was as green as a newborn foal. Inexperienced and ignorant to the way of the world-- and to the way of eaters. People like them didn't get happy endings. They were nomads for a reason, always travelling and never planting roots for very long.

"We can't stay in bed all day." She hopes he doesn't ask why, because Maren couldn't think of a single good reason not to. It was warm and comfy and, if she was wrapped in his arms, she couldn't think of any better place to be. But she didn't want to seem clingy. Not yet, at least. And she wasn't sure if she'd be able to keep her hands to herself for the entire day if they stayed here. With a pleased sigh, she concedes. "Maybe a little longer is okay, though."

Trent sleeps soundlessly, always better when there’s someone slotted beside him and he hasn’t slept with anyone in weeks, next to anyone, even longer and the warmth surges through him, glowing pink, and he doesn’t want to live without it again. Likes the knowing of it, knowing she’s there, the press of warm flesh, a home for wandering hands, draped over her waist, palm splayed across her torso because he can, touching just to to touch. His body reacts to the sound of her voice first, mumbling something unintelligible, hand clunkily finding the back of her head so that her lips can press against his own, instead of his cheek, eyes still closed. “Where was I gon’ go?” He asks, finding his voice, even though it was still gravelled by sleep. The thought never crossed his mind, not before last night and definitely not after. Finally, his eyes open. She looks perfect, haloed in sunlight that ekes in, angelic. Trent gives her a proper kiss then, sweet and stretched out, like bubblegum, wringing all the sweetness from it and then some. His hand grips her waist, giving it a light squeeze. “We should stay another night.” Which is a polite way of saying he wants to stay in bed all day, which is a polite way of saying he wants to fuck her all day. The truck wouldn’t miss them for a night, and the bed seems impossible to leave when she’s in it with him. “What do you think?” 

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queued a few things but ill be back later to work on some more <3

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im going to try to get some replies queued this week but my energy has been low & brain has been badTM but reminder that i love and appreciate all of u <3

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“Sometimes I wonder if she ever thinks of me. Or if I’m just a sickness she shook off. Like an infected limb that got removed. D’you think she still remembers me? D'you think she still remembers what color my eyes are?"

Maren knew that mothers were supposed to love their children. She knew that motherhood was supposedly one of life's greatest gifts. And yet her own mother never seemed to share such sentiments.

Maybe it was her fault, Maren thought. Maybe, just maybe, if she had been born different or was able to control herself, her Mama would still be here. But after so long without her mother, Maren was scared that she was beginning to forget what her Mama even looked like. If she encountered her on the street, would she recognize Janelle? And would her mother even recognize Maren anymore?

Her mouth is dry and, as much as her body yearns for a cigarette, she can't bring herself to take one. Smoking is a bad habit, and one that she’s never been able to kick. But her chest feels heavy already and her bones feel like lead, and the idea of filling her lungs with smoke isn’t as appealing as it normally seemed. She can imagine her insides turning black and rotted, the smoke tearing away at her flesh until she’s left mottled and necrotic. She doesn’t want to smoke right now. She wants to scream, to cry. She wants to eat.

“I don't feel good.” She rests a hand on her abdomen and her stomach roils with guilt. She ought to leave, to flee before the hunger grew stronger. As much as Maren wanted to believe she would never hurt Rodrick, she can't be entirely sure. Not anymore. "Do you think the diner down the road is still open at this hour?"

it isn't rodrick's place to put blame where it doesn't rightly belong. if maren loved her momma, well, who was he to deny that kind of bond? he's never had a mother. or a sister, an aunt. there were no mother's in his life but the women that showed up to mass; but the tenderness found there was enough for him to believe maren. that love alone could be enough to forget about the rest of sin, he could really believe that.

when maren doesn't take the cigarette he offered, rodrick puts the pack back in his pocket and leans up against the porch's railing. one big sigh and he's lighting it up, pulling on the end with his cheeks all pulled in tight to give him a second or two to answer.  ❛  dunno, kid. ❛

knocking his hat back on his forehead a little further, he surveys the approach. purses those lips and exhales the smoke finally.  ❛  — prob'ly. ❛