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for muses that are getting to know each other

❝ what's your favorite color and why? ❞

❝ can i come with you? ❞

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞

❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞

❝ actually we've met before. ❞

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞

❝ care to join me? ❞

❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞

❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

❝ do you like it here? ❞

❝ are you new around here? ❞

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞

❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞

❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞

❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞

❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞

❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞

ACTIONS:

VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together

TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.

SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.

GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.

INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time

INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time

TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time

TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day

COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up

COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up

OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up

OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up

AID: sender helps receiver redecorate

AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate

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|| thinking about devil!henry

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|| hey guys i'm back! and i barely remember shit. so uhhh like for a starter?

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|| Hi. I unfortunately am going to be taking a break for a few weeks because my cousin passed away over a year ago and nobody told me and I found out over FB so I'm...taking it hard. I might still be on my OC rp blog but I don't have the energy to handle this blog at the moment.

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closed starter for @cardiolog1st (from victoria wotton)

Victoria's well used to her husband's proclivities by now. The beginning of their marriage had been nothing but wonderful. Surprise dinners, nights out to the theatre, and the passion, well it was almost feral. As time passed, however, it only became more apparent to her that Henry had married her for societal reasons - or that's how the relationship turned out - loveless and emotionless. Having become numb to what had once upset her, she had sought out male attention elsewhere.

Her physician.

Zayne had been in her life more than Henry was at this point. He actually listened to her and one could argue it was in his job requirements... Victoria felt as if what was between them had potential, the feelings she had towards him bordered on how she first felt when entering her relationship with Henry.

While nothing outright had happened between them yet, Victoria had given a few flirtatious comments here and there, a few glances, a couple of passive aggressive insults about her husband every so often. Nothing too overbearing, only subtle actions that she had hoped he had noticed.

Luck appeared to be on her side tonight, as he was at the same upper-class party as she was and seeing as Henry was occupied elsewhere - most likely entertaining the guests with one of his long winding rants about life - it was the perfect opportunity for her to grow closer with him outside of a professional setting.

"Zayne." Victoria said as she approached him with the soft click of her heels. She was wearing a form fitting dress, one that had perhaps a tad too many jewels and beads on it, and her curls were well groomed and curled - she wouldn't hear the end of it from Henry if she didn't look presentable. "It's good to see you tonight. I hope you've been well. I've... I've been feeling better. Thank you for the medications. They've been a lifesaver."

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|| so i'm making a small change. dorian's main faceclaim is going to be p.eter f.irth and his alt fc is going to be b.en b.arnes.

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›        FIRST   TOUCH   PROMPTS       →     receiver   to   sender   (pt.   2)    …   espionage   /   spy   /   romance   inspired.

brushing     hair     behind     their     ear

hands     grazing     while     reaching     for     the     same     object

catching     them     by     the     waist

sliding   a   hand   over   their   holster   while   checking   for   weapons

tending   to   a   gunshot   wound   in   silence

brushing   fingers   over   their   pulse   to   check   they’re   alive

pinning   them   against   the   wall   to   keep   quiet

wiping   blood   or   sweat   from   their   brow

gripping   their   hand   tight   during   an   interrogation

pulling   them   behind   cover   with   a   firm   grasp

lifting   their   chin   to   check   for   signs   of   life

steadying   them   after   a   sudden   explosion   or   attack

wrapping   a   scarf   or   cloth   around   their   neck   for   disguise

touching   their   lips   to   silence   them

brushing   past   them   in   disguise,   pretending   not   to   know   them

adjusting   their   cufflink   or   watch   mid-mission

helping   them   out   of   a   tactical   vest

gripping   their   wrist   before   they   walk   into   danger

holding   their   face   after   a   close   call

brushing   dirt   or   ash   from   their   cheek   gently

sneaking   a   hand   under   the   table   to   reassure

linking   arms   to   pass   as   a   couple

tracing   a   fresh   scar   with   careful   fingers

pulling   them   close   while   hiding   in   shadows

fixing   their   earpiece,   lips   inches   apart

pushing   hair   away   to   whisper   a   secret

pressing   a   hand   to   their   chest   to   feel   their   heartbeat

zipping   up   their   suit   slowly,   lingering   at   the   collar

wiping   a   cut   on   their   cheek   with   a   thumb

lacing   fingers   together   before   parting   ways

touching   their   face   to   make   sure   they’re   real

grabbing   the   back   of   their   shirt   to   stop   them

brushing   a   hidden   note   into   their   hand

tapping   their   knee   under   the   table   for   reassurance

laying   a   head   on   their   shoulder   after   a   long   mission

cupping   their   jaw   while   patching   them   up

gripping   their   coat   lapel   to   make   a   point

letting   their   fingers   linger   after   handing   over   intel

holding   their   gaze   while   adjusting   their   glasses

brushing   off   shards   of   glass   from   their   back

wrapping   arms   around   them   after   a   near-death   moment

trailing   fingers   down   their   spine   to   check   for   wounds

sliding   their   hand   over   theirs   in   a   tense   car   ride

resting   a   hand   on   their   thigh   mid-interrogation

pulling   a   splinter   or   wire   from   their   skin

grazing   their   fingers   while   sharing   a   burner   phone

tilting   their   chin   up   with   two   fingers   to   meet   their   eyes

tugging   gently   on   their   jacket   to   stop   them   from   leaving

laying   a   hand   over   their   heart   after   a   confession

smoothing   their   collar   after   a   close   encounter

letting   their   fingers   linger   on   a   fresh   bruise

catching   their   wrist   as   they   reach   for   their   gun

leaning   forehead   to   forehead   behind   enemy   lines

pressing   a   palm   to   their   back   before   a   mission

brushing   off   flecks   of   blood   after   a   takedown

squeezing   their   hand   before   going   separate   ways

resting   a   palm   on   their   chest   during   a   rare   moment   of   quiet

helping   them   out   of   a   disguise,   brushing   hands   often

letting   their   hand   hover   before   finally   touching

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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( put whatever you want here )

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Bonus Gif:

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🐝  *  ―  𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  why did you have to leave me?  ❜ ❛  how could you do this to me?  ❜ ❛  i trusted you!  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry, but i can't do this anymore.  ❜ ❛  do you even care how much you hurt me?  ❜ ❛  i'll never stop fighting for us, no matter what.  ❜ ❛  i don't know if i can forgive you.  ❜ ❛  i never thought i'd feel so alone, even when you're right here.  ❜ ❛  please don't go, i can't handle losing you too.  ❜ ❛  you were the one person i thought i could always count on. why did you have to let me down?  ❜ ❛  did you ever even care about us? about me?  ❜ ❛  i wish i could hate you for what you've done, but i can't.  ❜ ❛  why do you always have to play games with my feelings?  ❜ ❛  i never thought saying goodbye would hurt this much.  ❜ ❛  every time i close my eyes, all i see is the pain you've caused.  ❜ ❛  why do you insist on tearing us apart when we could be so happy together?  ❜ ❛  i'm tired of pretending everything's okay when it's clearly not.  ❜ ❛  i don't even know who you are anymore.  ❜ ❛  i need you to understand how much you mean to me.  ❜ ❛  i'm scared of losing you, but i'm even more scared of losing myself.  ❜ ❛  why won't you let me in? what are you so afraid of?  ❜ ❛  you were my world, and now everything is falling apart.  ❜ ❛  how am i supposed to trust anyone after what you've done?  ❜ ❛  i can't go through this heartache again.  ❜ ❛  why did you leave without saying goodbye?  ❜ ❛  how could you say something like that to me?  ❜ ❛  you've always had a way of making me feel worthless.  ❜ ❛  don't you dare walk away from me when i'm talking to you.  ❜ ❛  please, just tell me the truth, even if it hurts. i can handle it.  ❜ ❛  i don't know how to fix what's broken between us anymore.  ❜ ❛  you're not the person i fell in love with anymore.  ❜ ❛  just hold me and tell me everything will be okay, even if it's a lie.  ❜ ❛  i trusted you, and you betrayed me.  ❜ ❛  i never meant to hurt you, it was never my intention.  ❜ ❛  i've given you everything, and it's still not enough.  ❜ ❛  why do you always have to make everything about you?  ❜ ❛  why did you do it? why did you betray me like that?  ❜ ❛  i miss you ... more than words can say.  ❜ ❛  you're the best thing that ever happened to me, and i'm scared of losing you.  ❜ ❛  i'll always be here for you, no matter what. just please don't shut me out.  ❜

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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( put whatever you want here )

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“I was waiting for you to call me Dorian.”

Peter Firth as Dorian and Nicholas Clay as Alan in the 1976 BBC Play of the Month “The Picture of Dorian Gray” based on the book by Oscar Wilde. Continued from this post which I apparently don’t think is enough.

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DECAYBENEATH is an indie & selective multimuse roleplay blog for Dorian Gray, Basil Hallward,and Lord Henry Wotton from The Picture of Dorian Gray. Book & 2009 movie based with headcanons and other media adaptions mixed in. 18+ only. Duplicate friendly. Oc friendly. Crossover friendly. Written by Vespertine.

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News of Sybil's death had came and went. Dorian had left London almost as quickly as he arrived. He almost envied him in a way, to be young and free. Something that Henry had never gotten to experience. And really, he doesn't care for the girl, he hardly knew her. She didn't catch his interest in the slightest. What he's more interested in was Dorian. He had told Dorian to take it as an experience and it appeared that his 'protégé' had taken his advice.

Then why did it leave him with a nagging feeling in the back of his head?

On the night that Dorian had left to set out he had noticed that the portrait that Basil had painted was gone. Dorian had seemed to be entranced by it previously, especially with all the work and time hours Basil had put in. He had always been too much of a skeptic to believe in the existence of a supernatural presence, but it was as if something had changed. The gears had started turning in his head and with too much time on his hands his brain had begun to spin off theories that he never would have thought of. He hoped he was being foolish. If anything having Basil here with him would soften that blow.

Dust covering the shoulders of his fine tailored outfit, cobwebs in the brown dishevelled strands of hair. A sight that Henry would never be caught dead in otherwise. Dark circles lay under his eyes from lack of previous days sleep. A good night's rest wouldn't come to him until this mystery was solved.

"The portrait, Basil." Fingers grip tight on the slender candlestick as he turns to face the artist. The solemn light from both the candle and door only put emphasis on his physical state of his facial features. "Do you know where Dorian put it?"

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062. a dusty , forgotten attic . (From Henry if you want) — @decaybeneath

a new sort of setting for the lord henry he's grown to know over the past few years. disheveled, a spiderweb in his hair, connecting it to his collar as firmly as his neck does his head to his torso. he wants to reach out and pull it away but he stops himself getting too distracted. so far he's been resting by the door, arms crossed over his chest, stood off to the side just enough to let the light of day in. though tempted, he does not lean against the wall, well aware of the way this undesirable room would forever imprint upon his favourite coat. henry, further into the room, has left a trail of steps in the dust that now dances in the air. basil covers his mouth when he coughs, as silently as possible.

he can still taste the stiffened air upon his tongue when he dares open his lips to speak, not impatiently, not too judgementally — though as judgementally as one may afford when being an old friend entertaining another's whims. "you haven't told me — what exactly are you hoping to find in here, harry?"

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henry vc: umm basil is my bf and his art is fantastic and i'll do anything to defend that.

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At gatherings like these, Henry is often glued to Basil, partly out of being noisy and partly out of keeping an eye on him due to knowing how Basil tires easily of social events. When Basil goes to retire to his quarters, in a rare moment, Henry decides to let his old friend rest. He's most likely had enough social exposure for the night. The two were different in that regard - and...many others.

Taking his glass of wine, he stops by Basil's newest painting, the centrepiece of today's gathering - and within good reason. Henry has always been fascinated by how much of Basil puts himself into his artwork. He knows that when he hasn't seen the painter for weeks then he's working on a new art piece that enthralls him. They way that Basil is able to capture such subtitle details had Henry wondering what Basil feats Basil would be able to do if he let go of himself and live a lax hedonist lifestyle like Henry is always waxing poetic about. (Or the least his artist friend could do was try to get his artwork out more. He couldn't be a starving artist for the rest of his life with how talented he was.)

At the other's comment, he seizes the opportunity to give insight. He's known Basil long enough to give an educated answer. "Art is the gateway into the artist's heart. Their time is spent pouring numerous hours over a canvas, each brushstroke coming from their soul in a deliberate process to ensure that each detail is tailored to perfection." Henry brings his brown gaze over to the stranger. "I can assure you that each fine-crafted painting finished by Basil is one with his entire being."

( @decaybeneath ) GETS A SEMI-PLOTTED STARTER!

He'd been let in to meet Basil. An event - a simple gathering - seems about, but Gabriel doesn't consider mingling for a long while. He simply strides around asking for Basil, until he is eventually told that the man had retired to his chambers in some sort of wistful rush.

He supposes it's just as well that he not waste his visit and decides to stand beside another man and share in looking at the painting he's before.

"I wonder what part of him makes them look so charming." he tells him, "I'm not an artist myself, of course, but even I can tell the strokes are so... deliberate, like part of his heart's been given them."