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meep >:D i'm so intimidating hoohah

meep!! you're so so intimidating lolol

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* ☔ : action prompts inspired by GOTHIC HORROR, DARK ACADEMIA, ETC. some prompts are usfw. add reversed for the muse receiving the meme to perform the action instead. ( adjust scenarios or specify details as needed. )

𝟶𝟷. sender sets a church on fire with the receiver still inside. 𝟶𝟸. sender presses a holy symbol into the receiver's flesh, burning them. 𝟶𝟹. sender declares themselves god to the receiver. 𝟶𝟺. sender begs the receiver for a blessing/prayer before night falls. 𝟶𝟻. sender licks their lips and tells the receiver to confess their sins. 𝟶𝟼. sender takes refuge from a storm with the receiver in an abandoned church. 𝟶𝟽. sender snarls at the receiver, unable to cross the threshold/onto holy ground. 𝟶𝟾. sender laughs, breaking a seal, ward, etc. set by the receiver to keep them out. 𝟶𝟿. sender recites a prayer with the receiver as the shadows darken and writhe. 𝟷𝟶. sender burns the receiver's holy oath away as they pledge themselves to the sender instead.

𝟷𝟷. sender practices calligraphy on the receiver's skin. 𝟷𝟸. sender refuses to speak with the receiver unless it's in a dead language. 𝟷𝟹. sender taps on the windowpane of a café from outside, alerting the receiver. 𝟷𝟺. sender leans over the receiver's writing and makes a noise of disagreement. 𝟷𝟻. sender intimately washes ink from the receiver's hands. 𝟷𝟼. sender worries over the receiver, who has not slept in days. 𝟷𝟽. sender hands the receiver coffee, having learned their favorite without asking. 𝟷𝟾. sender presses the receiver against a bookshelf, needing them now. 𝟷𝟿. sender kisses the receiver in a museum after it's closed. 𝟸𝟶. sender breathes on the receiver's neck as they pick a lock to the secret archives.

𝟸𝟷. sender bites into the receiver's (neck, thigh, etc.) and drinks their blood. 𝟸𝟸. sender's experiment succeeds and brings the receiver back to life. 𝟸𝟹. sender makes an offering at a crossroads to summon the receiver for a deal. 𝟸𝟺. sender digs themselves out from their grave as the receiver reacts in horror. 𝟸𝟻. sender kisses the receiver for a final time, in case their experiment goes wrong. 𝟸𝟼. sender confesses to the receiver that they've promised their firstborn in a deal. 𝟸𝟽. sender cuts their palm and the receiver's to swear a blood oath. 𝟸𝟾. sender forces the receiver to drink their latest alchemical creation. ����𝟿. sender wakes up confused, having been turned into a vampire by the receiver. 𝟹𝟶. sender signs away their soul to the receiver in exchange for a boon.

𝟹𝟷. sender acts out an ancient ritual, with the receiver standing in as the sacrifice. 𝟹𝟸. sender burns the only copy of the receiver's thesis, book, etc. 𝟹𝟹. sender pours wine into the receiver's mouth as the bacchic party grows louder. 𝟹𝟺. sender confesses to the receiver that their parents have cut them off. 𝟹𝟻. sender and receiver try to wash the blood away, but the stain keeps growing. 𝟹𝟼. sender slips their hand under the receiver's clothes in the dark of the opera box. 𝟹𝟽. sender aims an arrow at the receiver and promises they won't hit them. 𝟹𝟾. sender complains to the receiver that a funeral will distract them from studying. 𝟹𝟿. sender dismisses the receiver's concerns that the summoning ritual may work. 𝟺𝟶. sender screams for help as the receiver begins to go mad from reciting the esoteric chant they discovered in a forgotten book.

𝟺𝟷. sender screams at the sight of the receiver's true face/form. 𝟺𝟸. sender offers to hide the receiver as the mob's torches grow nearer. 𝟺𝟹. sender is mesmerized by the receiver and goes to them despite all warnings. 𝟺𝟺. sender is stone-faced as the receiver cries that their lover is no monster. 𝟺𝟻. sender sharpens their blade as the receiver watches in horror. 𝟺𝟼. sender weeps as the receiver tells them they're leaving for the sender's good. 𝟺𝟽. sender proposes to the receiver to provide an alibi for the receiver's pregnancy, even though the child is not theirs. 𝟺𝟾. sender holds the receiver in their arms, the monster now dead. 𝟺𝟿. sender promises not to forget the receiver as they share a final night together. 𝟻𝟶. sender visits the receiver in dreams as they are separated by class, circumstance, etc. in waking life.

𝟻𝟷. sender calls out to the receiver from a distance, their voice echoing in the mist. 𝟻𝟸. sender covers the receiver's mouth as their stalker draws nearer. 𝟻𝟹. sender tells the receiver not to open their eyes until they've escaped the house. 𝟻𝟺. sender kisses the receiver passionately in the middle of a graveyard. 𝟻𝟻. sender tries to light a candle to comfort the receiver, but the flame turns black. 𝟻𝟼. sender locks all the windows and doors, promising the receiver they'll be safe. 𝟻𝟽. sender takes off their jacket and puts it around the receiver's shoulders. 𝟻𝟾. sender reaches out for the receiver's hand in the dark. 𝟻𝟿. sender finds the receiver abandoned for dead. 𝟼𝟶. sender grows confused as they cannot see the will-o'-the-wisps the receiver has begun to follow into the night.

𝟼𝟷. sender's laughter echoes through the halls as they stalk the receiver. 𝟼𝟸. sender lavishes praise upon the receiver's beauty, enraptured by the fresh blood seeping through the receiver's white dress, shirt, etc. 𝟼𝟹. sender catches the receiver snooping and tells them they've been bad. 𝟼𝟺. sender slumps to the floor, realizing the receiver has poisoned them. 𝟼𝟻. sender blindfolds the receiver, promising it's for their own good. 𝟼𝟼. sender locks the receiver in the attic, promising it's for their own good. 𝟼𝟽. sender sings a haunting lullaby to the receiver from the walls. 𝟼𝟾. sender looks in a mirror, unaware the receiver is watching from the other side. 𝟼𝟿. sender sighs, realizing the receiver has found the painting of their former lover—who is identical to the receiver. 𝟽𝟶. sender asks the receiver to swear upon their life that they will not enter the sender's private study, no matter what they hear inside.

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🛸 he really hated to admit that he isn't listening. pilot had instead spent most of the moment looking up at her, finally giving in to the desire to do so - even as his blush spread further down to the far expanse of exposed skin just before it disappears beneath the neck of his compression top. hell, pilot doesn't move even when she's gotten off of him, proceeding to give them both a bit of room before he's caught back in the stupid web of staring at her. they want to look back up at the sky - to bask in its warmth and vibrance. it's a lovely day for it. warm but not too warm, especially for a spider who'd grown used to spending most of his time in the desert.

instead, pilot glances back at her, and watches her up until the point that she begins back over to him, before slinging one arm up and over his eyes purposefully. "I'm fine." they say flatly, though the proximity lingers against his mind's eye. is this what it meant to have a crush? did punz ever get like this?

they're momentarily stunned at the thought, musing the idea of a 'crush' until they'd had enough of that - and then proceed to drop the arm and sit up with way more momentum than needed. several blinks later as his eyes take a second to adjust to the sudden rush and brightness, pilot shakes his head. "I got distracted. kind of threw that fight at the end," they admit, frowning. "I'll try to avoid it next time."

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🌻Honestly, Clementine is well aware that the other could easily get out of this if they wanted too; since, normally their sparring matches go on much longer than this, that wasn't to say this was a bad sparring match. Far from it. The two of them were certainly in quite the position, not that Clementine really paid much attention to it since she had been more focused on the fight. So the proximity hadn't even registered to her, a small victorious smile spread onto her freckled face; her tail giving a small wag in her excitement. "Haha! Yes!" She cheered, leaning back slightly before turning her attention back to them; since she did notice their face was red but chalked it up to the adrenaline. She leaned in close again, since even though she wasn't out of breath; the adrenaline was still making her body vibrating.

"I mean... It's not that big of a deal since you've won some and I've won some; but it was good. You're really good. I know I've probably said that before but these are always just... Really fun." She breathed out, looking at their face once more before moving back a bit to finally give the other some space now that she had started to wind down. Her tail gave a lazy flick as she moved to give her sword a small toss in the air before catching it again as she sheathed it. When she noticed the other hadn't moved yet, her brows furrowed as she took a step towards them.

"...Hey... are you... alright?"

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“So many stars, so many mysteries yet to be discovered." + Ros showing the various constellations to them and it's clear she's excited {TRSMP!Ros to TRSMP!PrinceZam}

🪭 zahra can't help herself with the way she leans. the roof of the castle at this time of night was by no means available to anyone but their people - the ones within their faction and kingdom who had pledged loyalty to the king and, once she'd finally reunited with her father, the crown princess, too. the woman settles back on her arms, leaning with her skin exposed to the open hair - dressed down in no more than a greek-inspired sundress that billowed against the soft caress of wind. her feet were bare, save the intricate wrappings of gold twine that was decorated like a vine up to her calves, and her hair - the touch of platinum against golden skin much like her father's.

the princess listens with an enraptured expression, then leans ever so slightly closer to lift her arm and point, crystalized hues glancing between ros' and the sky. "what about that one there? do you know its name, too? it looks... I don't know what it looks like, I don't have nearly as much imagination as you seem to." zahra laughs, smiling down at the other.

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* ☔ : action prompts inspired by FANTASY, NOBILITY, ETC. some prompts are usfw. add reversed for the muse receiving the meme to perform the action instead. ( adjust scenarios or specify details as needed. )

crown of dawn. sender swears their fealty to the receiver.

crown of silver. sender congratulates the receiver on their political engagement, hiding their true affection for the receiver.

crown of midnight. sender dances with the receiver at a masquerade.

crown of glass. sender meets the receiver while their true identity is concealed.

crown of shadows. sender controls the receiver through magic or blackmail, making them their pawn so they can rule from the background.

crown of ink. sender meets the receiver for the first time after they are joined in an arranged marriage.

crown of starlight. sender kneels before the receiver to receive a boon.

crown of rot. sender accuses the receiver of failing their people.

crown of sorrow. sender tells the receiver they are the new lord/queen/etc. as those ahead of them in the line of succession have died.

crown of blood. sender stands before the receiver to be judged for their crimes.

crown of lies. sender accuses the receiver of not being the true heir.

crown of thorns. sender crowns the receiver after killing the previous ruler.

crown of nightshade. sender consumes a poisoned drink meant for the receiver.

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wand of bone. sender uses necromancy to raise the receiver's companions from to dead to aid the sender in fighting against the receiver.

wand of ivy. sender ensnares the receiver in a net of living vines.

wand of twilight. sender conjures the spirit of the receiver from the land of the dead to speak with them.

wand of clouds. sender infiltrates the receiver's dreams to learn their desires.

wand of portals. sender summons the receiver to their world.

wand of resurrection. sender brings the receiver back to life.

wand of memory. sender clouds the receiver's mind so they don't leave.

wand of blossoms. sender grows flowers in the receiver's hair.

wand of salt. sender heals the receiver's wounds.

wand of leaves. sender asks the receiver to read their fortune.

wand of lightning. sender conjures a storm to impede the receiver.

wand of masks. sender crosses paths with the receiver while disguised as them.

wand of flesh. sender wounds the receiver to fuel their blood magic.

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sword of honor. sender challenges the receiver to a duel to decide an argument.

sword of moons. sender wakes up to discover the receiver pressing a blade against the sender's throat.

sword of sacrifice. sender takes a deadly attack meant for the receiver.

sword of wrath. sender kills the receiver's loved one(s) as they watch.

sword of loyalty. sender executes someone at the receiver's command.

sword of blessings. sender asks the receiver to bless their weapon before battle.

sword of madness. sender tries to stop the receiver's bloodthirsty rage.

sword of ruin. sender tortures the receiver for information.

sword of defeat. sender surrenders to the receiver after a hard-fought battle.

sword of ash. sender asks the receiver to kill them for failing the receiver.

sword of spite. sender twists their weapon deeper into the receiver's wound.

sword of wind. sender quickly kills an enemy before they attack the receiver.

sword of betrayal. sender stabs the receiver in the back.

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card of misfortune. sender catches the receiver trying to pick their pocket.

card of coins. sender buys the receiver a drink at a tavern.

card of vipers. sender meets the receiver in a thieves' den.

card of fools. sender finds the receiver caught in a trap, magical or otherwise.

card of iron. sender recognizes the receiver from a wanted poster.

card of vultures. sender is caught looting a dead body by the receiver.

card of songs. sender asks a bard to sing a ballad about the receiver.

card of keys. sender picks a lock to help the receiver escape.

card of winter. sender finds the receiver dying of frostbite and gathers them in their arms to warm them.

card of dust. sender finds the receiver asleep over a book and wakes them.

card of stars. sender keeps the receiver company during first watch at camp.

card of crows. sender warns the receiver they're being followed but that the sender can protect them—for a fee.

card of twine. sender stitches a wound shut for the receiver.

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heart of virtue. sender presses a kiss to the back of the receiver's hand.

heart of devotion. sender slips their signet ring onto the receiver's finger.

heart of roses. sender gives the receiver a token of their favor before a tourney.

heart of thrones. sender kneels before the receiver to pleasure them.

heart of destiny. sender tells the receiver they are fated or reincarnated lovers.

heart of honey. sender intimately feeds the receiver by hand.

heart of darkness. sender cloaks themselves and the receiver in shadows so they can kiss in public.

heart of stone. sender asks the receiver to be their lover as they can't marry.

heart of gold. sender renounces their title to be with the receiver.

heart of wolves. sender intimately licks blood from the receiver's body.

heart of knives. sender cuts the clothes from the receiver's body, unable to wait.

heart of dusk. sender meets the receiver in secret to be together.

heart of embers. sender initiates intimacy to keep the receiver warm.

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❯❯❯❯❯ drabble featuring foolpark. & soulmate au. // feat. @listcners

❝ you were a wonderful experience. ❞ ❝ you were... everything. ❞ [ 'cause I'll always find you again and again, and I'll lose you every time. ]

🔱 Foolish couldn’t breathe. The world felt hollow and stiff, eyes wide and breathing hard. The explosion of the Egg, and the battle that had taken place all felt like a blur—lost in the heat of the moment like any other battle. Shouts had risen up against his ears, the clashing of metal against metal as weapons were drawn and brandished. The weight of so much happening, of… what had happened? He lifted his hand tentatively, running it along the length of his neck—which felt warm and stupidly sticky. However, upon drawing his hand back again, the shark totem realized how truly out of it he was. His fingers were stained with brilliant gold, blood that shone like the sun itself—molten and coursing. The immortal sucked in a breath, eyes wide and the world still particularly distant, as he tried to piece together what had happened.

It didn’t come easily, no doubt from the wound and the ringing in his ears. Had he fallen unconscious? Did something happen in particular that messed him up so bad? Quickly, the god twisted his head this way or that, confusion blooming across his face as he caught sight of the desolate room. It’s barren—not a soul in sight, likely from some foreseen threat or the blast itself. What had caused it? Did someone try to enter the banquet from above?

Foolish glances up, eyes trained on the ceiling as he cups the side of his throat, smoothing away the line there with a sparking arc of green, and realizes at once his powers have returned. To test it further, however, his hands lift and he spreads his fingers, letting the green lightning arc and dance between each of them like glittering webbing. The totem smiles, lopsided and still somewhat dizzy, and then shifts to the left to rise from his sitting position. His foot kicks against something that rings loud in the empty room—skidding the floor with a warped twang, and he glances down at it to find his trident there, the weapon he’d had in his hands before his injury and… everything else had played out like it had.

That’s when he sees it. The looming body, slumped on the floor nearest to his trident, laying heavy on one side and back to the totem. Foolish traces the body with his eyes, over the slightly broadened shoulders and the lifeless way their feet settle, hands likely tucked in front of them. Something in the shark freezes however, eyes widening steadily into saucers at the visage, so familiar and so not—at least not like this. Not this lifeless, not this still, not this—

He moves like a tidal wave, surging forward on hands and knees. Crawling like a small child to the body of his closest friend and—and, and, and. Foolish pauses right before he’s touching them, hands hovering as his eyes gloss over, chin wobbling with desperation and uncertainty. “Parker?” Foolish tries uselessly, knowing full well it's ineffective for what affliction his lover has, is stricken with, is overtaken by like a sheet laid over top of a body in preparation for burial. For once in his life, the shark totem dares to wish Kristin away. He begs her not to come, even if when he finally lays his hands upon the other, the body is growing cold and rigor mortis is soon to set in. “Parker? Par?” 

Finally, the totem tips Parker over, looming above the form as their body moves loosely with the shifting. The blond’s head pitches to the side, eyes blaringly wide and unfocused. Foolish feels sick.

“Hey,” he starts, tries, begs, desperately wishing against reality. He cups the other’s face in his hands, and then when feels like he can, he tucks one arm underneath the other and lifts them up—cradling them like they’re everything, the most precious and fragile thing in the world, and feels himself choke under the dead weight of all that matters to him. Foolish’s voice shakes when he speaks again. “Hey… Come on, hey. It’s not—please, it’s not funny.”

Foolish momentarily jostles the other as if to stir them from this vengeful ugly sleep, tears beginning to well. They don’t stir, and the blank stare roots its way down into his heart and soul. Unable to bear it, the totem crushes Parker to his chest and tangles his arms tight, trembling. 

“No… No. No, no, no. Please.” He practically whines, voice breaking under the strain. He feels sick, he feels sick, he feels sick. This can’t be happening. His… His totems. His power. Rebirth, revival—if Parker was close to him, close enough to Foolish when they died. Then… But the Egg. The Egg. It blocked Foolish’s power, cut him off from it and...

”You can’t be gone.” He croaks out, cupping the back of their head. “I’ll be—I won’t forgive you. I won’t forgive you if you stay gone. If you don’t—”

Come back. The man wants to say. He wants to beg. His eyes land on the trident on the floor. A delicate, intricate weapon crafted by his sister’s hand. It bears her marks, her feathers—Foolish had protected and shielded it all his life. The only gift that mattered, and now. Now, now, now. The shark totem abandons it on the floor to stand, cradling Parker close as he runs. Rushes up the stairs two, three, four at a time. Away from the Egg, as far as he can go until his knees buckle and hit grass, skidding to a stop and Parker’s body. Parker’s body. Oh how still it is. How dead weight it is in his arms. 

Foolish chokes on a sob, laying the other flat in the dead of night. When had it become night? How much time had passed? How… 

Parker is lying flat, settled on the grass to look up at the sky, and he—Foolish, he cups the other’s face, leaning down to kiss atop their head. Stray tears glitter down in an illuminating glow on the corpse’s skin, and Foolish in all his might, all his glory, all his godhood. He turns his head to the sky and cries. He wails into the night, clutching at the love of his life and soaking in the trembling reality that his heart is gone with them. Ripped out of his chest and torn to shreds.

“Please,” he cries. To night and sky alike—to his sister, somewhere. Anywhere. He sobs for her, but not for comfort. Not for anything but the return of his lover. “Please, please, please—give him back. Bring him back. I don’t—” he chokes again, whining pathetically into his hands. “I can’t do this alone. I can’t—whatever it takes, please. Give them my godhood! Give them–” He pauses, glancing down at him, and… his shoulders sag, heart melting away with the warmth and breath of one no longer with him. No longer at his side.

“Can’t you just… please, give him back to me?”

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continued from here. [ ... ] @wctchers

🔱 the shark totem's teeth grind hard, expression soured down into a rather unorthodox glare for the god. foolish was well known to be kind to everyone - to be the friendly, albeit destructive, immortal that could build just about anything he put his mind to. bartholomew's leaning strikes a particular nerve, and foolish juts an elbow up and into the other's rib, shoving them away with a groan. "bo, I really need you to fu- to get off of me." he grumbles, emeralds like pools of rippling grass that's surged under the weight of a strong wind. "you stupid bastard."

the great immortal shakes his head, returning back to the chest of goods and building supplies as he works. "maybe you don't have anything better to do, but I do- and you're distracting me." foolish informs the reaper, narrowing his eyes over his shoulder. "don't you like, have anything better to do than annoy me anyways? you're a well liked guy, I'm sure someone would appreciate your company waaaay more than me."

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❥         𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋'𝐒      𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆      𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄     (    ₂₀₀₅   )     ﹔please  do  not  add  to  the  post.  you  may  adjust  any  pronouns  as  needed.

❝  there  you  are,  sweetheart.  sorry  i’m  late.  i  was  looking  everywhere  for  you.  ❞

❝  where  to ?  i’ll  be  your  escort  this  evening.  ❞

❝  don’t  get  alarmed,  i’m  being  followed.  act  normal.  ❞

❝  sorry.  looks  like  you’re  involved.  ❞

❝  see ?  not  so  hard,  is  it ?  ❞

❝  that’s  my  girl.  ❞

❝  so  that  did  happen.  it  wasn’t  a  dream.  ❞

❝  of  course  he  did.  he  was  trying  to  steal  your  heart !  ❞

❝  you  need  to  be  more  careful.  it’s  dangerous  out  there.  ❞

❝  i’m  not  asking  what  they  would  have  wanted.  i  want  to  know  what  you  want.  ❞

❝  it’s  your  life.  do  something  for  yourself  for  once,  will  you ?  ❞

❝  you’re  by  far  the  tackiest  thing  here.  ❞

❝  the  best  part  of  that  spell  is  you  can’t  tell  anyone  about  it.  ❞

❝  what  do  you  think ?  it’s  all  the  rage  in  kingsbury.  ❞

❝  you  can’t  stay  here  like  this  for  long.  ❞

❝  there’s  nothing  but  witches  and  wizards  out  there !  ❞

❝  i’ve  always  hated  turnips,  ever  since  i  was  little.  ❞

❝  i’ve  had  more  than  enough  of  witches  and  spells.  ❞

❝  you  turnip-head !  ❞

❝  look  at  that.  they  call  this  a  castle ?  ❞

❝  make  up  your  mind.  are  you  gonna  let  me  in  or  not ?  ❞

❝  i  don’t  envy  you.  that  is  one  bad  curse.  ❞

❝  you  promise  to  help  me  if  i  help  you ?  ❞

❝  come  on !  you  should  feel  sorry  for  me.❞

❝  what  do  you  think  you’re  doing  here ?  ❞

❝  keep  quiet  and  don’t  cause  any  trouble.  ❞

❝  i  need  some  breakfast.  i’m  starved.  ❞

❝  i’m  not  taking  any  orders  from  you.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  cook !  ❞

❝  i  never  should  have  let  you  in  here !  ❞

❝  here’s  another  curse:  may  all  your  bacon  burn.  ❞

❝  who’s  side  are  you  on,  anyway ?  ❞

❝  you’re  being  so  obedient.  ❞

❝  wait  a  second,  you’re  all  gonna  eat  while  i  do  all  the  work ?!  ❞

❝  even  the  manners  are  a  mess  in  this  house.  ❞

❝  that  is  ancient  sorcery.  and  quite  powerful,  too.  ❞

❝  i’d  appreciate  it  if  you  didn’t  torment  my  friend.  ❞

❝  oh,  be  quiet.  you’re  alright.  ❞

❝  i  like  your  spark !  ❞

❝  what ?!  not  again …  ❞

❝  i’ve  seen  all  that  i  can  take.  ❞

❝  you  sabotaged  me !  look !  ❞

❝  now  i’m  repulsive.  i  can’t  live  like  this.  ❞

❝  i  saw  him  do  this  once  before  when  a  girl  dumped  him.  ❞

❝  i’ve  never  once  been  beautiful  in  my  entire  life !  ❞

❝  i  am  such  a  big  coward,  all  i  do  is  hide.  ❞

❝  you  obviously  don’t  know  what  these  people  are  like.  ❞

❝  you’re  wearing  that  hat ?  after  all  the  magic  i  used  to  make  your  dress  pretty ?  ❞

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i  don't  care  if  you  think  you're  fine.  i'm  staying.

Tubbo (@doomcdtofatc) to Telemachus

@doomcdtofatc sent an ask.

🍎 telemachus draws his knees closer to his chest, averting his gaze from where he sits. he fumbles with himself for a moment, especially when the other seemingly settles down next to him. the young man's wings tuck closer to his body - slicking down to make himself as small as possible, swinging his foot over the edge of the l'crater. there's nothing here now, the crater is overgrown and hardly looks like the land he and tubbo and everyone fought for - the land he died for, that tubbo died for, that paige...

"thanks.. tubbo." the boy mumbles through his arm, tipping himself forward enough that he could reasonably fall in - though his wings twitch at the notion, ready and waiting to catch his descent should he pitch over the edge. after a moment, he turns his face and rests his cheek on a bent knee - eyeing his best friend ( they're still best friends, aren't they? ) carefully.

"I know he's back, but I just don't know how to feel about it all yet. he keeps treatin' me like... like I'm that same little kid. I'm that same fuckin' little kid who just took it whenever he-" a shaky breath leaves him, and he leans his body onto he can rest his shoulder against the other. "I missed him, I did... it's just... hard, now."

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“Glow” for Puffy and Bad

⚓ the glow. she'd heard about it in both book and story, though as someone who'd spent a good portion of their life working upon the deck of a ship with both cutthroat and ruffian alike, puffy though he'd never get the chance to see such a genuine and true thing for himself. perhaps, however, he'd thought maybe she'd get to witness it. to see the truth of it with his own eyes - porcelain orbs of the warmest ocean waters. honestly, they didn't anticipate anything like this. a simple motion, sliding off the jacket as they made their rounds to meet everyone present.

however, when the other approaches with some formality, likely to ask puffy this or that about the conversations that had been happening, or to introduce themself to the sheep hybrid - well... it isn't until the glowing practically burns against their eyes and their hands lift to shield them that the woman realizes what's happening, what this means - what... who? a soft "oh" falls from their lips as ocean eyes lock on the porcelain of bad's face - widening ever so slightly as they regard the other, and then, quite literally, snatch up their coat and turn on their heel to walk the hell away. no, no. absolutely not. this isn't the time for this. there's no - there's no way, after all this time, after the life she's lead, that this would be the moment.

puffy shoves her arms through each arm of her coat jacket, pulling it on until the glowing has stopped, even underneath the tunic and vest they were wearing. how did that even...? no, she decides promptly. she isn't thinking about it. she - she's grown up, she's raised a son. there's no way in hell puffy is suddenly meeting this supposed 'soulmate' now. they weren't having any of it.

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༘⋆｡  quiet  stillness.

for  warm  drinks,  kitchen  conversations,  &  warm  hugs.

you  didn't  have  to  bring  me  anything.

you  always  know  exactly  how  i  take  it.

it's  still  warm  -  take  mine.

you  can  stay  here,  as  long  as  you  need.

sit,  i  made  enough  for  both  of  us.

today  feels  like  a  quiet  kind  of  day.

let  me  pull  the  cookies  out  of  the  oven.

your  hands  are  freezing.

you  fell  asleep  on  the  couch  again.

i'll  be  here  when  you  wake  up.

you  can  tell  me,  or  we  can  just  sit  here.

i  have  no  idea  what's  in  this  but  it  tastes  good.

i  needed  this.

it's  chilly  out  there.  stay  a  little  longer.

i  didn't  make  any  plans  today.  just  this.

you  looked  like  you  needed  something  warm  to  hold.

there's  an  extra  blanket  on  the  couch.

i  didn't  have  the  heart  to  wake  you.

this  room  looks  beautiful  when  the  sun  comes  through  the  window.

i  already  put  the  kettle  on  for  you.

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Dear Pip Pilot, (Pip sounds so dumb i'm sorry)

(You probably might not even read this) You are by far one of the coolest people I know, and you inspire me to get stronger and faster. Not because you make me feel weak, but because I want to be able to protect you just like I know (hopefully) you'll protect me. Then again you don't need me to tell you how cool you are, because you probably already know but in case you don't, you are.

Signed,

C

🛸 pilot tucks himself up in one of the windows of the hotel. he isn't on the inside of the building, but rather - tucked in the far reaches on the top, half dangling with the strings of his hoodie attempting to slip into his nose. to which the spider hybrid has to swat the damned things away until they comply and tuck them into the hoodie itself.

the letters contents are... warm. they remind them of sparring together, the matches in which they meet tooth and nail, swinging weapons and dancing both blindly and knowing - a back and forth meant for only them. the given nickname brings a softened expression to the boy's face, but only enough of one that his eyebrows unfurrow - leaving him staring blankly at the contents of the note that she'd seemingly slipped in his pocket post training session.

when he's finished reading, the young man shakes his head and lifts his hand to straighten out the lopsided hair from where he sits. "you're plenty strong, dummy." they muse to themself. yeah, she was. and honestly, she made him want to be even stronger, too - strong enough that he could give her the world, if she so wanted it. how cheesy was that?

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༘⋆｡ where it hurts starters.

caretaker.

i'll  stay  until  you  fall  asleep.

you're  not  a  burden.  not  to  me.

you  don't  have  to  act  tough  with  me.

let  me  help.

if  you  need  to  cry,  i'll  look  the  other  way.

you  don't  have  to  talk.

let  me  handle  it,  just  for  a  minute.

rest,  i'll  watch  over  you.

i  don't  care  if  you  think  you're  fine.  i'm  staying.

deep  breaths.

just  lean  on  me.

you're  safe  now,  okay?  just  breathe.

i  know  it  hurts.  i'll  sit  here  as  long  as  it  takes.

i'm  not  leaving  until  i  know  you're  okay.

you  don't  need  to  hide.

let  me  take  care  of  you  this  time.

shh.  i'm  right  here.

you  don't  have  to  put  on  a  smile  for  me.

i  don't  think  less  of  you.

i'll  be  here  when  you  wake  up.

you're  allowed  to  lean  on  me.  that's  what  i'm  here  for.

you  don't  have  to  be  okay.

scoot  over,  i'm  not  letting  you  sleep  alone.

your  hair's  a  mess.  let  me  brush  it.

don't  apologize.

cared  for.

i'm  tired,  that's  all.

please  don't  go.

i  don't  know  what  i  need.

you  didn't  need  to  come.

you  shouldn't  have  to  see  me  like  this.

i  hate  feeling  like  this.

i  was  trying  to  push  through.  i  think  i  made  it  worse.

this  is  so  embarrassing.

can  you  just...  stay  a  little  longer?

i  didn't  think  anyone  would  notice...

i'm  not  safe  in  my  own  head  right  now.

why  are  you  being  so  gentle  with  me?

i  don't  want  you  to  fix  me.

today's  just...  one  of  the  harder  days.

i  didn't  know  i  needed  to  hear  that.

can  you  stay?  after  i  fall  asleep?

sorry.  i  didn't  mean  to  flinch.

i  don't  always  know  what's  going  to  help.

this  is  the  nicest  anyone’s  been  to  me  all  week.

i'm  sorry.  i  know  i'm  a  lot.

i  don't  even  know  why  i'm  crying...

i  think  i'm  broken.

you  didn't  have  to  do  all  this  for  me.

i  don't  want  to  be  a  burden.

i  didn't  think  anyone  would  stay.

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your  hair's  a  mess.  let  me  brush  it.

Phantunz to Eris

👑 morning's were, quite frankly, quite hard for the royal. he hated them - never felt completely rested no matter how much effort he put in the night before to soothe and relax his nerves. warm chamomile, a book both fascinating and enticing, baths that melted the king into a deluded puddle against the fine porcelain. no matter what eris tried, sleep refused to greet him with nothing more than the lackluster want of a brooding hen - and by the goddess, he was no more ready for morning than the cock that yelled and cried from the coop near the edge of his castle. confined on one side of the tower bordering the entry gates themselves.

he wandered through his routine with squinted eyes and sluggish hatred of the same brooding hen, dressing himself and fussing over the awful tangles of messy locks atop his head, before opting on coffee in the drawing room, where he currently sat and was found by the haunting spirit of late. phantunz was a perplexing creature, both coming and going as if they were friends and, perhaps, in another life, they very well might be. he doesn't stop the other when the produce the brush they'd been fussing with before coming here - opting to carry it down the hall from his bedchambers and into the room than putting the damned thing back.

"mmm," the king muses, tilting his head. "I suppose there's no harm, but I must warn you that it's as ruthless as a horse's mane that's knotted beyond help. I'd sooner cut the mess off than deal with it." true, really, though he hadn't had the time or energy to call the barber yet. he remembers a time when punz might have offered, with a look that gave little room for reason. fondly, the king worries his fingers - pressing and curling them against the mug in his lap. "try not to hurt yourself, hm? we can't have more of that."

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look at me, actually having muse and writing? look at me queue being full? look at my drafts being clean? my likes? my inbox? who possessed me damn

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∗ o1﹕ sender tucks hair out of receiver’s face . {Tommy to Raine}

🧩 the enderman blinked several times, eyes widening simply as they turn - slowly, to face the boy beside them. his hand still hovers near their face, and it takes raine all of thirty seconds to realize and process exactly what has happened. from where they stand parallel in the kitchen, leaned over a sheet of cookies that they'd nearly burnt from a misplaced timer, it seems... all if not the wrong time, somehow made completely right.

raine snickers softly, warbling a nervous laugh as their mismatched hues settle on tommy's face, tilting their head to the side. the hair now tucked behind their ear stays in place, however it doesn't help the rest of the mismatched hair to cascade down and around the other side - shielding one vibrant green eye from view. "oh. wow, um. what... was that for?"

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[ 7. ] sender wipes away the receiver’s falling tears with their thumb and whispers, “i’m here." {Clementine to Telemachus}

🍎 telemachus sniffles through another fit of tears. it's hard to make sense of the moment, hard to see himself through the thicket of these large, heavy emotions and angry crocodile tears - though, it makes him all the more grateful that she's here with him. the young man had tried his best to hide himself away. birthdays were hard when you spent them alone, and it was worse now that wilbur was back. the idiot had taken all but one look at the boy, scoffed, and shooed him away when he'd sought him out. it hurt - but tem was a big man, really. he'd wanted to just settle himself somewhere quiet and exist outside of the eyes of others, only it hadn't gone quite so... well, as expected.

instead, clementine had found him in the pit of his sorrows, curled in on himself and her - a shining light that could fit perfectly against the dawn itself; she'd simply settled down with him, held him as he bitched and moaned about having no one else who thought about him during one of the hardest days of his life, and here she was - cupping his cheeks and hushing him with soft words of assurance.

"you don't gotta be," he tried after one shaky breath, sniffing hard and wiping away snot and tears both, "you don't gotta be here with me, I - I'm a big man, you know? I can handle a little birthday blues myself. it just takes me a minute but I can be okay." though despite his brave face, telemachus does nothing when more tears crack through his 'big man' image and spill down already glossy cheeks. in a shy attempt as being closer, pride already spent, tel leans into the hands holding his face and practically croons against her. all the while, his chin trembles and his fingers bunch up in the fabric of his pants.