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[flawedhearts]

i know i need to write but the heat is.... so much

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REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )

with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.

[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.

[RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.

[flawedhearts]

Keep to yourself. She'd been told that enough times in her life for it to be a lingering mantra, words that spoke of negative experiences in a job full of inevitable risks. But she wasn't a cop, she couldn't just turn her back. When an unassuming neighbor moved in across the way, there was no way that Ella could go about her day without offering at least a welcoming meal.

Nothing had been expected of this gesture, perhaps a note slipped under the door or a polite thanks as they passed in the hallway but save for clean dishes, not a peep. That had her interest piqued, turned one dish into many. Each one returned with such promptness that she couldn't catch him before he swiftly disappeared time and again. But Heart's were nothing if not stubborn in their pursuits, one night she'd catch him.

This time she waited, almost glued to the peephole from the moment her latest offering was left. Silk pyjamas hung loosely on her frame as she anxiously fidgeted in the same spot, her plan had only got as far as catching him - nothing more. Maybe this was a bad idea...

Self doubt didn't have time to set root in her though, not when within mere moments @sovietstrings was there right in front of her very eyes. He really was quite handsome, subjectively speaking of course but Ella didn't have time to ruminate in 'that' before her opportunity slipped away again.

Hands quickly grabbed at the handle and her door flung open with a loud thud. "Hey! Um.. hello!!" useless words slipped free as she skirted around the clean dishes and made a beeline for her new neighbor.

"Look!! Hey! Can you stop just a second please?"

it's hard to tell, with curtains drawn and a barricade of sprawled newspapers taped secure, just when night has come or gone. far from the city, it's the quiet that cues him. teaches him a new routine without handlers. makes the length of an apartment hallway ever longer for the creak of floorboards and the occasional passing neighbor. or.. what might've constituted as a neighbor to someone more responsive. a man who hadn't made habit out of hugging shadows and waiting for prying eyes to wander elsewhere. most went willingly, either for want of their own privacy or, perhaps, an innate awareness that his bowed head and sharp eyes were warning not to approach.

but there were exceptions to every rule.

he can't remember when it'd started, nor for how long he'd allowed it to continue, but a knock, feint and retreating, signaled the final act of his day. that checklist. in the padded footsteps from across a hall somehow so remarkably broad while he waited. until the adjacent door opened.. and shut.

too many years of training have him, as always, slow to react. to climb down from a crooked folding chair and pace a route to a peephole he checked only for the mechanical whir of instinct that forced him. peek a cautious survey from one end of a fish bowl to the other. back again and he's turned the knob, dipped outside, and smuggled what'd been sat, there, in offering. nothing overly assuming. the cellophane clung to its glass counterpart but the scent of a homecooked meal would never be contained when his stomach growled and his triad of locks were flicked behind him.

he hadn't asked. @flawedhearts hadn't offered.

fork to glass, full to burst, he's not a man who leaves messes without purpose. it's a meager reciprocity, hours later, when the moon is, presumably highest, that he's back in that corridor, washed wares in hand, nudging the set the few inches to the left of her doorway as always. no knock. no evidence he'd been there save for what she'd left behind, once already. a tenuous camaraderie, maybe, but it made restless nights a little less.. less.

[flawedhearts]

okay yes so i do need get back to writing here but fun lil life update.. ur goirl has a partner now 😇

[flawedhearts]

Suppose I should try to get back into writing here huh?

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MAKE THIS PICREW OF YOURSELF TAKE THIS UQUIZ

tagged by: @eirigh

tagging: @trashpandawriites; @theresastargirl and anyone else who is vibing

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??? Mayhaps

... kinda sorta here if people just wanna chat shippy or plotty things

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pvris lyric starters - all we need of heaven, all we know from hell.

HEAVEN

I think we were cursed from the start.

Do you ever wonder who took the light from our life?

All we did was suffer.

Didn’t you ever wonder about the dread on my tongue?

You took my heaven away.

HALF

Some days I feel everything.

It’s all or nothing.

I can’t process what I’m feeling now.

ANYONE ELSE

What have you done?

None of them would ever feel like home.

I don’t belong to anyone else.

Now I can’t breathe at all.

I’m the only one I’ll ever know.

WHAT’S WRONG

This skin don’t feel like home.

Take the mirror from the wall so I can’t see myself at all.

Don’t need you to tell me I’m so cynical.

I don’t need a metaphor for you to know I’m miserable.

It’s all getting old.

I’m so far gone.

WALK ALONE

I was your be all end all.

I think our lifelines became too intertwined.

Love’s like watching someone die.

We should have just closed our eyes.

Do you feel the burn from my touch?

I always knew that we were doomed.

SAME SOUL

I could have walked by you a thousand times.

I’m just a body that you used to know.

Did I make your voice shake?

I think we’ve loved a thousand lives.

Do you remember my old names?

WINTER

I think we’ve had enough of each other.

You were just physical touch.

I can’t take another night.

You can steal some body heat from another.

That shit was pathetic.

Call me spineless but at least I’ve got a heart between my lungs.

You feel too little and I feel too much.

NO MERCY

We’ve made such a mess of this place.

There’s blood stains on your face.

Show me no mercy.

Let it rain.

This place is going up in flames.

SEPARATE

It pulls away the world from me but I don’t mind.

There’s always been a disconnect.

I’ve been feeling so distant.

Pull away the world from me.

As long as they don’t separate you from me, I’ll be fine.

I wouldn’t mind if I died.

Tonight I’ll give you my life.

NOLA 1

It haunted me the whole year.

You keep on saying that I’ve changed.

Don’t know where I went wrong.

I’m at a loss for words.

Does the mirror in the corner see my shame too?

[flawedhearts]

sad wet gay assassin ben w.hishaw? sign me up

[flawedhearts]

The perception of the Crows was that they were unruly, fiends who thrived in the chaos that they caused. It was easier to have such a reputation, deeds could be done without a critical eye on them but that meant any fancy adornments or trinkets got immediately called into question by the Templars.

Moe had been smart enough to keep their newest acquisition out of sight until now, because of course one of their comrades had been unjustly accosted instead. A scuffle wasn’t meant to happen, much less them getting their necklace used as a makeshift garrotte to keep them pliable – so pliable they were certain they were mere seconds away from passing out.

Everything from there had been blur until plush fabric was under their fingertips and a familiar face came into view. It made sense, the almighty Knight-Captain had swept in. Fixing things was the least they could do for his reputation amongst his peers, it hardly looked respectable to be seen cavorting with a Crow.

Cyril didn’t deserve any of this. Not the drama involved with the politics and not the trouble Moe brought to every occasion. But as fate would have it, they couldn’t keep away from one another and if the sensation on their neck was anything to go by, they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves either. It was practically moth to a flame adjacent.

Moe’s less injured hand came to rest atop the one inching closer to their pulse point, fingers absently stroking across the knuckles that were within reach. “Do you plan to tend to me for the unforeseeable? This will not be the last time I defend a comrade..” while that mere notion was pleasing, they couldn’t expect such patience forever. A scoff left their lips. “Distractions are why I thrive in this shitty world, how would I go about my day without seeing you?”

DESPITE common perception, the Knight-Captain doesn't always live in the barracks with his fellow Templars. A city as nice as Minrathous, it would be a mistake for a man like Cyril to not find himself a place that is entirely his own.

The moment things have calmed down - subordinates chastised and @flawedhearts' Crow companion 'shooed away' - he's hauling Moe away under the guise of fair and just punishment. In reality, it's nothing quite so severe. It doesn't take terribly long for him to bundle them into his apartment.

'fix me'

Their tone goes straight to his heart. The hint of vulnerability in it, a pang of remorse not for the fight they'd gotten into, but because - he has to assume - Cyril had to get involved.

He looks up from beneath his lashes, for once shorter than the Crow sitting at the table, illuminated by warm candlelight. The angry red ring around their neck makes his blood boil in a way that so rarely happens, a hand reaching out to trace it with his thumb while his other is occupied with holding a bandage in place on Moe's knuckles.

"You don't need to be fixed," he says plainly, "Tended to? Oui, absolutely, but... Hm...-" he trails off with a furrowed brow, wrapping the last of Moe's injured hand while he thinks. "I'm not sure, really. I don't know what you need, but it isn't fixing. Focus, per'aps, hm? Take a page out of a Templar's book, if I may be so bold: duty comes first, you can't get distracted." Unsaid, of course, goes the 'by anything... including me'

darker vibes

[flawedhearts]

i'm off work for two weeks (as it is my 29th day of birth) so i do endeavour to actually write stuff :)))

[flawedhearts]

😭😭😭😭 I need to sleep but I'm also needy for attention

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teeheee... kinda sorta around for talking shenanigans :))

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...have i spent the entire weekend watching thai bls?...yes.. do i have regrets?... nope

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At work and the vibe is absolutely not it

[flawedhearts]

... kinda sorta here if people just wanna chat shippy or plotty things