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Ella Balinska as Cherie in Run Sweetheart Run (2022) dir. Shana Feste

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he became a saint without a god, every word a blasphemy

an indie rp blog featuring muses from various sources sporadic activity — mutuals only — 21+

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If you're a writer and you feel like you should be writing but you feel tired and instead want to sleep

Sleep, baby. You deserve to rest. Take a break. It's a necessity.

You're doing great, and when you have the energy you'll write the most beautiful thing.

But give yourself appropriate rest first, okay? 💖

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★ group grocery run

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i wanna make it unequivocally clear that there are no time limits when it comes to rping with me. idc if you're scrolling through your drafts and you find a thread of ours from two years ago+ and you wanna continue it... but you're afraid i'll be upset with you bc it's been so long...

babes, i am holding your face so gently when i say this: do the thing. i promise, the only thing i'mma be when i see that notif is excited

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"I get to wake up to that beautiful face?"

"Who said I was going away?" She twirled a couple locks of his hair before continuing to run her hand through.

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"I wouldn't say that to be polite. I mean it," she said as she turned back to him, braiding the flower into her hair.

"Well... Yeah, but they're just bein' polite and all." He cleared his throat as she let go of his face, a bashful smile on his lips as he rubbed the side of his neck.

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His hands slid from her hips to wrap his arms around her, pulling her in closer. "I am. Ya must've hypnotized me or somethin'."

"You tell me that it's mean, yet you're still here." She poked his chest with a laugh.

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@deficd asked ❝ tell me where you want my mouth ❞

The cave had only reinforced something she'd always known but had always desperately hoped to prove false: she was completely on her own. No one was going to come save her, or take care of her, or want her.

Discovering her grandfather, who he was to the galaxy at large and to his own lineage further cemented it.

The existence of the man laying underneath her shattered that, and it bothered her far more than being proven right.

It was easier in these moments, when (she could tell herself) it was just about fulfilling a need, no more intertwining than any fumbling she'd had on Jakku. When she could avoid looking into eyes flatter and deeper than the mirror that had shown only herself.

Pressing her hands onto his shoulders, she eased herself up his body. It was too easy to meet fathomless eyes until she was all but straddling his neck, careful not to crush it. "You know where I want it." It wasn't yet an empress' tone, but it was beginning to come more easily considering she only practiced it on him.

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DAISY EDGAR-JONES as NOA FRESH (2022)

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"I'm admiring you," he corrected, reaching over to press his finger between her eyebrows. Same thing, probably, but he preferred the connotations of his chosen word. "I can admire the bathing suit instead, if you want," he added with a little smirk, hand moving downward to poke her hip before he returned to laying on his back.

"Or the ocean," he added offhandedly, looking back at the waves, the sunlight glinting off of them as the sunset behind them. It really was a lovely view, even if he didn't consider it as beautiful as she was. It wasn't low enough for his liking to start treading water, but enough for him to start pulling up his shirt over his head, letting it take his sunglasses with it.

"Uh huh" she muttered knowing damn well that if she asked him to come to the beach again he would. It wasn't that he did everything she wanted, there were times when he didn't. But she knew if she wanted him there with her that he would be there for her. That was something she'd been trying to learn, that someone would be there for her, that she didn't have to do things alone.

"You're staring" she smirked as she cracked open an eye and looked over at him. His hair pulled back into a small pony, sunglasses hanging on for dear life. God he was beautiful and she couldn't pin point one particular reason why. By society standards he was ok, but in her eyes he was gorgeous. The freckles dotting his skin, the angler nose, those eyes that she could get lost in. In the eyes of the beholder right?

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Reblog if you’re open to improvisational rp and just “winging it” with threads

Whether it’s the first interactions between the muses so the chemistry is still up in the air and it’s still unknown as to whether or not they’ll click before potential plotting, or the muses have too much minds of their own and run wild the moment you set them loose in a thread, plotting is hard and occasionally your pre-planned threads jump the track and go in totally different directions than anticipated thanks to the muses’ creative differences. Reblog this to let your rp partners know that you don’t mind simply jumping straight into in-character interactions and threads.

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mutuals only rp account | documented by JT ✘ ⌖ ➶ 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚏𝚏 of marvel's 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑-𝟼𝟷𝟼 + 𝙼𝙲𝚄 est. 2010 ➞ rebooted Feb. 2025

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The spectacle had been... disturbing.

Even so far away in the box, it was impossible not to see the way Feyd had relished taking apart the prisoners released into the arena. Just as it had been impossible to not acknowledge the thrill sweeping across her skin as she watched.

It was still there, tingling against the fabric of her dress, when she slipped away from the rest of the Kaitain entourage to find the rooms where he would be after the fight's end. They were clearly meant to be off limits — but what was the point of being the emperor's daughter if you couldn't ignore that kind of thing?

Confronted with a completely undressed Feyd-Rautha once she was inside, she would have supposed that was the point. Dragging her gaze upward to meet his, it only vaguely occurred to her that there was no veil to obscure the way her eyes had lingered when she caught his expression.

It was less embarrassing to draw herself up and move across the room towards him as if this had been her plan rather than admitting she had behaved impulsively. It was too easy, as if her subconscious really had foreseen and chased after this outcome.

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Bathing remained a luxury, a creature comfort for the elite first and foremost, though thanks to the holy war even the poorest of the Fremen now had access to what once would have been an overabundance of water. And after so many years without it, sometimes Paul could not deny himself the treat of washing away the grime and grit that still seemed to accumulate even within the palace walls.

It felt even more decadent to let the water remain on his skin after rather than toweling it off, though the heat in the air dried it off quickly.

"I'm surprised the twins let you finish training so early," he noted at the sound of a familiar stride entering the room, picking absently through clothes. "You must have worn them out."

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She grinned, noticing the little give away in his voice. "Yup, and I have a feeling you've heard that from other people too." He must have, with a face like his.

Letting go of him, she started to look for another flower to work into her own hair. "Very handsome."

He hummed in interest when she cupped his face, a raised brow with a lopsided smile, assuming Daphne was done checking the flower she tucked in his hair. His expression ebbed into a mildly surprised one when she kept talking.

"O-Oh... y-ya think so?" He winced slightly at the slight crack of his voice, managing a chuckle from it. He's been complimented many a-time, but like this?