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[myriad-ofmuses]

Forever — Skinny Dipper  {Sentence Starters}

“Dead. Very dead.”

“Is that guy naked?”

“Long night. I’m fine.”

“Fine, fine, we can talk!”

“That would be shocking.”

“Look at me. I’m not mad.”

“….Because I sleep naked.”

“Someone’s going to get killed!”

“I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

“No, don’t do that, I believe you!”

“If you need someone, I’m here.”

“What exactly are you afraid of?”

“Do you ever really feel at home here?”

“I’ve done that before… it ended poorly.”

“In my professional opinion, I disagree.”

“They’d never believe me. We’re running.”

“There’s no other rush like it, taking a life…”

“Yes, of course I’ll help, what do you need?”

“How would you like to go kick down a door?”

“Stripping away my life piece by piece, why?”

“I have so much to tell you, but you ignore me.”

“You’re very cocky with your theories, you know.”

“You don’t understand, he’s killed someone else.”

“You did a good deed, if you don’t mind me saying.”

“I’m afraid of someone getting hurt because of me.”

“You are a lot of things, but a killer is not one of them.”

“You know, I have rarely found the truth to be complicated.”

“But, lives are on the line, so I’m making a personal request.”

“Don’t you dare say it’s complicated. I need the truth. Right now.”

“I wouldn’t listen to him. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Two arrests for indecent exposure in less than 48 hours? What am I supposed to do with you?”

“We all have secrets. Nothing wrong with that. But, we all need a confidante, a friend, to share those secrets with.”

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A kaleidoscope of fragmented memories that existed only within the ether of subconscious dreams, shifting between without purchase of reason or true foundation.

These were echoes of a past life, too weak, too quiet to pass between the barrier of sleep and waking.

--

With a casual stir of her drink, ice cubes clinked solidly against the glass, gaze directed toward her companion with an amused smile on her lips, one ear curiously quirked, paw placed to a furry cheek to shelve it in a turn toward him.

"You don't have to be so serious about it, Emiliano. It wouldn't hurt my feelings, any. Loving one another isn't an expectation. Just the appearance of unity is enough."

Hurt seemed to flash across the other's face where there had once been content, making her soul twist a bit. Had she interpreted things wrong? Had she said something she shouldn't have?

"So, you're saying you don't? Love me, I mean.."

She bit her lip, gaze dropping to her drink with a light shrug of her shoulders, unable to help a quiet, helpless chuckle.

"I.. don't know how to answer that. We barely know each other. I'm not saying it couldn't happen, but right now, I'm barely keeping my head above water with all these.. changes. Never been one to stray far from home, you know?"

Her gaze caught the flash from his wedding band when he picked up his drink to take a quick swallow, not realizing she'd been nervously tapping the metal of her own against her tumbler glass while she'd been speaking.

"I understand that. Hell, it's eerie even to me how.. eager they were to make this merger. And they.. haven't even bothered to reach out since the wedding, have they."

It wasn't a question, but she still meekly shook her head, fighting the lonely tear that threatened to drop into her frosted whiskey. Even if she knew it would turn out this way, the reminder of how little she mattered still stung.

She stiffened when his hand was suddenly on her cheek, bidding her to turn her gaze up to him, apprehensive and questioning, with a slight quiver of unease.

"Well, at the risk of sounding cliche, this is your home now. There's no rush with.. any of this. I want you to feel comfortable before this goes any further. If it ever does. But I have no intention of straying, I'll wait for you to meet me halfway. Can I.. ask you, to call me Emil, though?"

He made a slight face, coaxing a small giggle from her after a disgusted poke out of a metal tongue.

"Emiliano just feels so.. stiff. I've never liked being addressed in its entirety. Strangers can get a pass, but, I'm afraid I can't abide my wife being so formal with me."

The matter-of-fact tone, coupled with the playful quirk of a grin drew a real laugh out of her, shaking her head and with a smirk of her own, she mirrored his earlier comforting gesture, leaning more toward him to let her paw brush through his warm curls for the first time, twitchy nose crinkled with amusement.

"I think I can do that, Emi. ~"

-- Another click of the kaleidoscope sent the years spinning by in a blink, shards of memory without substance, just flashes of the twosome gradually becoming closer. Of the noncommittal rabbit letting her guard down, finding a similar place among her new Family as the old, without the coercion attached.

Of later moments of trust and intimacy not solely initiated and guided by the gene's needy influence.

Times of verse-theft and tearful reunion, with her self and memory still mostly intact.

Eventually the variegated spin stopped, to another memory with depth. The last of the forgotten.

--

Paws gripped tightly to the steel bat's wrapped handle, hastened running steps taking her through the dirty, rundown floors at a blur, the bat occasionally ringing out when it was swung with purpose to crack the heads of any lackeys that dared to bar her way.

Her pistol was still holstered, her charge too fast and determined for bullets to do more than whiz past her. She knew she was being reckless, but she was pissed. They'd taken something from her. Taken him.

And she wasn't about to waste time in a stationary shoot-out, not when he could be hurt. These stupid fucks couldn't hit her standing still, let alone with practiced speed, ducks and weaves as she clobbered them, one by one.

It was exhausting, but she was pumped with adrenaline and rage, she wouldn't stop until she found him.

The others were still floors below, Rush would be pissed at her for charging ahead, but he knew she wouldn't be stopped, time was of the essence.

She was halted by a sudden, deafening boom from outside, skidding to a stop panting, eyes wild while she turned to face the nearest dirty window, the ground shaking under her bare feet.

An earthquake? Now??

She paid for her preoccupation by the crack of a bullet that grazed her side, wincing and finally pulling her own piece to pop the bastard that clipped her, right between the eyes, followed by another pop that downed his buddy, both dispersing into clouds of spirited dust.

Things had become even more complicated.. this dilapidated old building wasn't going to withstand an earthquake.

Gritting her teeth, she pushed herself ahead, now having to use the hand-rails to propel herself up another flight of stairs, her side burning.

Another boom sent her skid-running on the dirty floor, that was beginning to crack underfoot. The lackeys that were left were now more worried about self-preservation than impeding her ascent, though she still took a defensive swing at those that got too close in their mad dash for the stairs she'd just come up.

Black was encroaching on the peripheral of her vision, but finally - one more flight up, after having to pin herself against the stairwell to avoid the stampede of terrified goons, she reached him.

He was on the far side of the room, shackled to a chair with his head down, messy, dirty curls obscuring his face. He looked like he'd taken a brutal beating, but she could discern the stirring movement of his shallow breaths.

She was about to rush forward, call out to him, when the world suddenly tilted, and was torn asunder.

Another boom sounded, followed by a thundering crackle of electricity that made her fur stand on end, the wall directly behind her crumbling apart, brick by brick, to expose the gargantuan cataclysm that had been systematically scouring and vacuuming up the old building from the top floor down, now having reached where the two of them were trapped, moments from reunion.

She simply stared, uncomprehending of the horror before her, an electrified, purple vortex that yawned wide, threatening to swallow everything.

Had she been so hyper-focused on the prevention of her own world ending.. to recognize the real end of everything?

She felt the floor give way beneath her feet again, startled from her horrified trance to try and scramble her way to Emil's side of the room, larger pieces of debris breaking off from the pressure of the looming vortex, their part of the building groaning and creaking, threatening to snap apart to be devoured by the yawning void.

She'd nearly reached him, shaky paw outstretching at the slow rise of his head, and a rasped cry of his name in the electrified, dusty air, when a ceiling beam dislodged with a splintering crack, and careened toward the open cavity of the vortex, striking her on its way to its own demise.

The force of the blow was enough to knock her off her feet and send her rag-dolling into the vortex's siphoning orbit, too dazed to try and catch anything for purchase, the agony in her head stealing her consciousness long before she vanished into the debris-strewn vortex, soon to be followed by the rest of the swallowed building.

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He awoke with a strangled gasp, eyes wet with tears and his paw gripping his face, his body shaking with violent tremors, sitting rim-rod straight in his bed.

The details were already slipping away like so many insignificant grains of sand, leaving him only with a deep sense of unrecognized grief, terror, and nausea.

The latter had him scrambling from his bed to the bathroom to be sick, only just managing to slam the lid up in time to avoid a late-night mess to clean up.

He lay his sweaty forehead on the cool seat, panting from the force of which his body had reacted to purge what little he'd managed to eat of dinner, and his night-cap.

He lay sprawled there for a few minutes, waiting for the world to stop spinning before he attempted to rise, flushing the sick down and dropping the lid to instead sit on, his face in shaky paws.

It wasn't the first time, not by a long shot.. but it'd been a while since it'd been this bad. Not that he remembered anything of it, but whatever the night terror had consisted of, had left his soul deeply upset. He wasn't likely to get any more rest tonight, not as sick as he felt.

Or the phantom pain in his head, that was a real pisser too.

He sighed and rubbed at the spot as if he could soothe it away, rising slowly and setting about getting ready for the day, starting with a quick brush of his teeth to rid himself of the sour taste of sick.

It was fine. He just needed to throw himself into his new bustling routine, and everything would just fade to a background noise, as it always did.

Just.. as it always did.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  mixed action prompts.   adjust phrasing as desired.   potentially mature content within.  )

[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away."

[ 2. ] sender teaches receiver self-defense, hands firm on their hips as they adjust their stance.

[ 3. ] sender presses their forehead to receiver's, voice breaking as they murmur, "i don't know how to fix this, but i'm not leaving."

[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.

[ 5. ] sender combs their fingers through receiver's hair in the aftermath of a traumatic event, whispering words of comfort.

[ 6. ] sender whispers, “i’ve thought about this all day,” before pinning receiver against a wall for a searing kiss.

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

[ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me."

[ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself."

[ 10. ] sender finds receiver drunk at a party, sighing. "let’s get you home."

[ 11. ] sender is discovered sleepwalking by receiver.

[ 12. ] sender steals receiver’s weapon and presses it to their own chest, daring: “go ahead. prove me right.”

[ 13. ] sender ‘accidentally’ flashes receiver while changing, purring, "see something you like?"

[ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood.

[ 15. ] sender takes over while receiver is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it.

[ 16. ] sender frantically grips receiver by the shoulders, "don't you dare close your eyes."

[ 17. ] sender fixes receiver’s crooked [ tie / jewelry ], teasing, "nervous?"

[ 18. ] sender shakes receiver out of a nightmare, comforting them in the aftermath. "same nightmare again?"

[ 19. ] sender brings hot tea and medication to a [ hungover / ill ] receiver.

[ 20. ] sender invites receiver to dance with them, insisting, "what? this song's perfect."

[ 21. ] sender leaves a single rose on receiver’s windshield with a note: "you’re being followed. smile."

[ 22. ] sender pins receiver’s wrists during a sparring match, grinning, "yield."

[ 23. ] sender playfully steals something from receiver, initiating a chase. "come and get it, then."

[ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."

[ 25. ] receiver returns home only to find sender already there. "finally."

[ 26. ] after a pleasant night out together, sender asks: "can i kiss you goodnight?"

[ 27. ] sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up."

[ 28. ] sender shoves receiver against a vending machine to dodge security, breathless. "act natural."

[ 29. ] sender wakes receiver in the throes of a nightmare, reassuring them, "it's okay, it's not real."

[ 30. ] sender purposefully antagonizes receiver, hurling insults; "what are you gonna do about it?"

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random dialogue … sentence starters pt. ?

“You look hungry.”

“This… what is this?”

“How’d you find out?”

“Are you catching a cold?”

“That’s very questionable.”

“Do you ever just shut up?”

“Oh, I don’t like the looks of this.”

“Oh no, you sweet summer child.”

“… You don’t actually get it, do you?”

“You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

“Did you actually walk all the way here?”

“There’s nothing wrong with speaking up.”

“You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

“Don’t you think you’re taking this too far?”

“Why do you let them talk to you like that?”

“I love this so much. I could do this all day.”

“What made you think this was a good idea?”

“No, sorry, that’s really not a good look for you.”

“You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for.”

“I care about you. This isn’t going to change that.”

“Next you’ll tell me you’re a superhero in disguise.”

“I often find myself questioning how you’re still alive.”

“I know you were just crying. Your eyes are still puffy.”

“Seriously? You’re just gonna sit there and do nothing?”

“Respect is earned. And you still have a long way to go.”

“You don’t have to make it up to me. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I don’t think you’re grasping the severity of the situation.”

“You thought it couldn’t get any worse. Well, it got worse!”

“I think my mind has gone places it will never fully recover from.”

“Just because you’re brave doesn’t mean you need to be reckless.”

“I know you’re going through a rough time. Can I get you anything?”

“So, you’re telling me, if you had the chance to change it, you wouldn’t?”

“You had multiple chances to reconsider this choice. And you still made it.”

“I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you need to get your act together.”

“It was the weirdest dream I’ve ever had. I’d like a word with my sub-conscious’s manager.”

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BLOOD RELATED PROMPTS

requested by my bestie 

WORDS: 

“  is that your blood?  ”

“  woah—  hold up you’re bleeding.  ”

“  your bandages— you’re bleeding through them.  ”

“  shit,  i think i pulled my stitches.  ”

“  i’ll make them bleed for this.  ”

“  a little blood never never hurt anyone.  ”

“  why the fuck is there blood on the carpet?  ”

“  your nose is bleeding.  ”

“  you can make me bleed all you want,  i’ll never scream for you.  ”

“  you don’t understand,  i had to do it.  i had to kill them.  ”

“  stop fussing— this isn’t my blood.  ”

“  i did what was necessary.  ”

“  why are you bleeding?  what happened?  ”

“  who hurt you?  why is there blood all over you?  ”

“  i think you’ll look quite pretty when you bleed.  ”

“  who did you kill?  whose blood is that?  ”

“  i’m not usually a sadistic sort of person,  but i will take pleasure in spilling your blood.  ”

“  i don’t actually enjoy killing.  it’s messy.  the blood gets everywhere.  it’s just necessary sometimes.  ”

“  it looked kind of beautiful in a fucked up sort of way.  blood on snow.  the kind of thing you usually only see in stories.  ” 

“  i can’t get it off—  i can still feel it on me!  ”

“  just calm down.  breathe.  i’ll take care of this.  ”

“  hold still— you’ve got blood on your face.  ”

“  why is there blood on your knife?  ”

“  oh,  it’s just a little bit of blood.  don’t nutsack out.  ”

“  i’m going to drain every ounce of your blood.  nice and slow.  like you deserve.  ”  

“  i’ll kill anyone who ever makes you bleed again.  ”

“  your/their blood is just too pretty to keep inside.  ”

“  there’s something fascinating about blood.  it’s captivating. ”

“  blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb.  ”

“  you made me bleed on my shirt—  i fucking loved this shirt!  ”

“  leave me alone,  it’s shark week and i got blood on my sheets.  ”

“  should i be concerned about why there’s blood in the sink?  ”

“  do i ask questions or do i just help you clean up all this blood?  ”

ACTIONS: 

[ ALONE ]  for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood. 

[ ARRIVE ] for receiver to show up on sender’s doorstep covered in blood. 

[ CLEANSE ] for sender to find receiver trying to clean blood off themselves. 

[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to find sender trying to clean blood off themselves. 

[ AID ] for sender to help receiver clean blood off themselves. 

[ ERASE ] for receiver to help sender clean blood off themselves. 

[ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone. 

[ SEEN ] for receiver to find sender after they’ve killed someone. 

[ HELP ] for sender to clean up the aftermath of receiver’s crime. 

[ ACCEPT ] for receiver to clean up the aftermath of sender’s crime. 

[ FOUND ] for sender to discover receiver covered in blood. 

[ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood. 

[ ATTACK ] for sender to stab or shoot receiver. 

[ WOUNDED ] for receiver to stab or shoot sender. 

[ BROKE ] for sender to punch receiver hard enough their nose bleeds. 

[ INJURE ] for receiver to punch sender hard enough their nose bleeds. 

[ WITNESS ] for sender to see receiver get hurt enough to bleed.  

[ WATCH ] for receiver to see sender get hurt enough to bleed. 

[ RETALIATE ] for sender to make receiver’s attacker bleed. 

[ DEFEND ] for receiver to make sender’s attacker bleed. 

[ SURVIVE ] for sender to realize receiver is bleeding after getting through a fight. 

[ FABRIC ] for receiver to realize sender is bleeding after getting through a fight. 

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It's not as if he was caught off-guard when the decision was reached. There'd been whispers of it, and with all those meetings with the King it was clear that some sort of arrangement was being hashed out, even before he'd been pulled into the plotting of finalizing details.

Poor Carmine still didn't fully understand how things operated, it seemed. Once the Boss had his calculating mind set on something, paltry opinions, or dissent from others didn't amount to much.

It had been a bit of surprise that he himself was going to be an active participant in this venture, an amusing thought, if he was being honest. But he could understand why things shook out that way.

This was a collaboration with the King of Monsters himself, you didn't leave that shit to lackeys. He'd also gotten ingratiated with him over this past week or so, Sal wouldn't leave the safety of his daughters to just anyone, especially after what stupid shit the Hare family tried to pull.

A fuck-up so egregious anybody even vaguely rabbit-shaped was terrified to walk the streets, for fear of misdirected retaliation.

He rolled his eyes and with a flick of his lighter, had lit the clove cigarette hanging from his lips, taking in a deep drag of his ever-calming poison, avoiding the reflective surface of the window for the time being, letting the exhaled red smoke haze up the air around him.

He was currently covered up from ears to claw, but it still wasn't enough. Mind and soul weren't playing nice tonight, but he didn't have the luxury to give much of a conscious damn about it.

He needed to prepare to take over all of Rush's responsibilities for the foreseeable future. Balance it all with his own bullshit, somehow. He didn't doubt that he could carry the load, they'd built this shit up from nothing, after all.. and this wasn't the first time he'd had more Family upkeep stress dumped in his lap.

And not always from theirs, before.. his family, the Jacks, were just as reliant on him to manage and fix shit as far back as he could remember. Dumped the work on him so their golden boy could run around and play grande capo to everyone else.

The clove cigarette snapped under the pressure of iron-tight fingers, an irritated growl leaving him while he tossed the ruined pieces in the ashtray at his desk, dropping into a sprawl in his chair, with a heavy sigh.

Of all the fucking memories he'd lost, why couldn't those have gone with? He didn't want to be associated with those racist fuckers, let alone be thinking about them in the dead of the goddamn night.

It had honestly been somewhat surprising that the Jacks hadn't been involved in the Hare's scheme, it was exactly the kind of brain-dead plot his brother would get entangled in. Thank the oh-so-gracious gods for small favors, he supposed.

It'd be harder to prove innocence if his former family were tied in, somehow. One strike, he was a rabbit, if there were two strikes against him, well shit.. only lucky fuckers weren't shot dead after the first two. Three was goddamn miraculous. Might as well play the roulette table with that sort of luck.

He snickered to himself, running a hand through his messy fur with a deep sigh.

"Need to stop thinkin' bout this shit. Not doin' me any favors.. should be tryna rest, not dredging up the past. Hardly even the same person anymore, anyway. Some other expendable fuck's memories."

With another humorless chuckle, he pushed himself up from the desk with a tired stretch, shuffling over to the bed and without preamble, dropping bodily onto it and burying his face into his pillow, his tired body immediately sinking into the comfort of the mattress, even with the annoying itch in his soul.

He was too worn out to even deal with it himself. And that tire was just going to be compounded when all this shit really started, needed to stockpile all the sleep that he could, to compensate for the all-nighters he'd be pulling soon enough, so the gene could go fuck itself, preferably quietly in the corner where he'd kicked it.

He pulled his pager off its clip to set it on the bedside table, where it would still be audible if he got a buzz. Not that he expected one, Rush was probably asleep himself by now, and Carmine.. well, either soothing her sorrows with the girls, or a liquor hole. They all dealt with stress differently, tended to lick their wounds alone.

Or well, just didn't deal with it at all. If that counted as a strategy. Wore his like his fucking clown-red fur at this point.

With another deprecating chuckle, he rolled over and closed his eyes, his deep-seated tire winning out over any further inconsequential thoughts or feelings, his resting breaths deep and even.

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Kiki’s Delivery Service  {Sentence Starters}

“This is… quaint.“

“Don’t worry. Hold still.“

“Won’t we get in trouble?“

“Can you turn on the radio?“

“We better rest here until it’s dry.“

“Well, we’re not too conspicuous.“

“Just follow your heart and keep smiling.“

“And this would be interesting because…?”

“Maybe I need to find my own inspiration.”

“Smile so we can make a good impression.”

“This is perfect. I’m soaked through, down to the bone.“

“Flying used to be fun until I started doing it for a living.“

“Painting and magical powers seem very similar to me.“

“I think it’s better to leave with decorum and great dignity.“

“If I lose my magic, that means I’ve lost absolutely everything.“

“You’d think they’d never seen a girl and a cat on a broom before.“

“We each need to find our own inspiration. Sometimes it’s not easy.”

“I’m going to put my hands together and pray that you’re not serious!”

“Very smooth. You definitely know how to make a good first impression.“

“They’re calling you an egg stealer, and you don’t wanna know what else!“

“Seems like that other me… the cheerful and honest one, went away somewhere.”

“All right, first: don’t panic! Second: don’t panic! And third: did I mention not to panic?“

“I think something’s wrong with me. I make friends, then suddenly I can’t bear to be with any of them.“

“Without even thinking about it, I used to be able to fly. Now I’m trying to look inside myself and find out how I did it.”

“I’ve decided not to leave this town. Maybe I can stay and find some other nice people who will like me and accept me for who I am.”

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Her head was pounding, a muted ringing in her skull that made the surrounding voices around them mutate into a warbling din of discordant noise, weakly burying her face more into her sister's shoulder, eyes tightly shut.

This was always the consequence of neglecting to take her medication in time, her soul swiftly beating within her rib-cage, pulsing with awakening LV that burned through like fire.

The gene would be the next to rouse if her suppressant wasn't taken soon, and the two factors in tandem usually resulted in quite the feral, "uncouth" behavior.

As much as she hated the stupid medicine, its side-effects that made her not only docile but vapid, it was a necessary evil. While her violent tendencies served them well their brief stint on the streets, such savagery had no place here, and if they wanted to keep their home - she had to be prim, proper, and compliant within lofty expectation. And because of this safety, she no longer had need to protect her younger sister now, anyway.

In reality, their roles had been swapped, now it was Ellie that had to look after her, especially when she was doped up on her meds. The effect lasted about half a day, but it was simpler just to emulate the same dull mannerisms even when clarity returned to her.

If she was a naïve fool in everyone's eyes, it made those same people let down their guard around her. Say things they wouldn't otherwise let slip. Underestimate the gullible, innocent half-wit.

Those stupid rabbits were just lucky they'd double-dosed her, or she'd have torn their throats out for daring to lay a filthy claw on Ellie..

Her fingers tightened a bit at the fabric of her sibling's shoulder, though the pounding buzz of noise still wouldn't allow actual words to be picked up on, she knew that Ellie had been accosted by Ginerva, the icy tone she reserved just for her, nothing like the warm, motherly conduct she showered on Pierre. And even her, on occasion.

Never for Eleanor. A fact of unjust treatment that made the boiling LV burn all the deeper.

It was this cruel detachment that made her secretly resent their adoptive mother. It wasn't Ellie's fault that she'd taken after the man that had made a cuckold of her, and her precious marriage.

Gods.. the pounding was becoming unbearable..

She was only vaguely aware of being passed off into the care of another, head lifting with a squinted socket, only briefly able to see the familiar blob of color that was her sibling, before she was hurriedly carried back to her room.

The butler was well-aware of her condition, and certainly didn't want to be on the receiving end when her LV spiked to a frenzy, thankfully her personal maid was well-versed in dealing with her at her worst, and was already patiently waiting in the room, having been briefed on the details of the night.

--

Tabby took another long drag of her cigarette, a twitch of a bejeweled ear at the approaching sound of harried footsteps, magenta hues cutting to the door, crushing out her vice on the sill, and exhaling the smoke out the window on a sigh, flicking the spent butt out to the grounds below.

Pulling it shut, she turned just as the butler entered the room and deposited his now-growling burden on the bed, quickly retreating from the room without so much as acknowledging the gray feline.

She fetched her charge's medicine bottle from the side table, popping it open and shaking out her usual dose on the pad of her paw, casually crossing the distance to the bed, not a flicker of distress passing her blasé features, even when the growls evolved to defensive snarls.

"Evie. Must we do this the hard way?"

She tensed for the chase when those currently-red eyes flashed, but cognition won out over the intensity of the pain this time, and she gripped her head with a grimace, curling into a ball against the intricate headboard, shaking, and with no warning - viciously biting into her own wrist, pre-scarred bone cracking under the pressure of her canines, pink marrow dribbling onto her pillow-cover that she didn't lap off herself.

Tabby cursed under her breath, but she supposed it was better than the alternative - she was after all, still supporting bandages of her own under her dress.

And it was for these reasons, that the cat monster carried a fully-stocked medical kit on her at all times.

Careful not to fully corner her, she seated herself on the bed and relinquished the pills and a glass of water to wash them down, waiting until she choked them down to close the rest of the distance, gently guiding her into her lap.

A soothing hand pet through her wavering magic-hair, just as her sibling had demonstrated in calming her down when she was like this, making it easier to properly treat her self-inflicted wounds.

With the punctures cleaned, and dressing applied, she settled in to wait for Eleanor's inevitable check-in, cradling the newly passive - and sleepy, little skeleton close.

She'd have to collect and launder the bedding to wash out the blood stains when she was able, but for now, her priority was safeguarding her vulnerable mistress, a responsibility that she would not fail.

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Send a symbol for your muse to gently touch mine by: 

❥ :  tucking stray hair behind their ear

✿ : trailing soft kisses down their arm

☁ : cuddling with them under a blanket

★ : pressing a kiss to the back of their hand

▲ : leaning your head against their shoulder

♪ : singing them a lullaby and brushing their hair

◆ : wrapping your arms around them from behind

✤ : lacing your fingers into theirs and holding their hands

♣ : slowly pulling them into your lap to curl up and cuddle

▨ : rubbing their back to calm them down when they’re upset

▰ : embracing them and holding them firmly against your chest

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sneaking around

"Sh, sh, we have to keep quiet."

"Don't let them hear us!"

"Okay, nice and quiet now..."

"I just have to open the window..."

"Did they see us?"

"Follow exactly where I step."

"I put a pillow under my blanket, they'll never know."

"I've never snuck out before."

"Do you think we'll get away with it?"

"... I just dropped something."

"Did you really just drop something?!"

"All I have to do is grab it and get back before anyone sees."

"They're going to notice I'm gone."

"Are they going to notice you're gone?"

"Stop giggling, they'll hear you!"

"This is so exciting..."

"Duck!"

"Don't move!!"

"We have to put it back exactly the way it was."

"You can't just take their stuff!"

"We need to go through the bushes..."

"There's no need to whisper; nobody can hear us out here."

"Did you unlock the door?"

"Did you get the key?"

"Shh! I'm getting you out of here!"

"Throw me the lock!"

"Throw down a rope!"

"What do you mean, a rope?! I didn't bring a rope!"

"You're going to have to jump."

"I'm not jumping out of here, are you crazy!?"

[myriad-ofmuses]

Send " ❗❗❗ " for your muse to suddenly and unexpectedly kiss mine.

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AFFECTIONATE  AND  AFFIRMING  PROMPTS 

❝  i’ll always want to listen to you.  ❞

❝  any time spent with you is time i treasure.  every second.  ❞

❝  my favorite color changes but it’s always the same,  whatever color you’re wearing.  ❞

❝  whatever matters to you matters to me,  you’re important to me.  ❞

❝  you’re so strong.  and brave—but i wish you knew you don’t always have to be.  i’m here,  if you’re ever willing to let me help shoulder those burdens.  ❞

❝  i’m not staring,  i’m admiring.  ❞

❝  i’ll always be yours,  in one way or another.  ❞

❝  you don’t ever have to worry with me.  i’m here for good.  ❞

❝  you are more beautiful than you know.  ❞

❝  you have a beautiful mind and a wonderful soul,  don’t ever let anyone make you think differently.  ❞

❝  i’m happier when you’re here.  ❞

❝  you’ve become my joy.  ❞

❝  whatever else happens,  if i have you,  i’m content.  ❞

❝  well,  i do feel a little better now that you’re here.  ❞

❝  you do make me happy,  it’s important you know that.  ❞

❝  you will always be my priority.  ❞

❝  i love you forever.  ❞

❝  you don’t know how glad i am to see you.  ❞

❝  you look wonderful.  ❞

❝  i want you to feel safe with me.  ❞

❝  i’m not letting you go until you say it out loud.  you’re beautiful and strong.  you deserve to believe it.  ❞

❝  sometimes you amaze me—i mean you always do.  but you have such intuition and real wisdom about things.  i like understanding the way you see the world.  ❞

❝  you carry yourself with such grace.  ❞

❝  you have a way of lighting up even the darkest moments.  ❞

❝  a tender heart is a courageous thing to preserve.  don’t ever be ashamed of having one.  ❞

❝   being around you makes me a better person.  ❞

❝  i hope you know just how full of worth you are.  ❞

❝  you always make me see things differently.  i appreciate your perspective. ❞

❝  i’m just enjoying you.  you look happy today and i like seeing that.  ❞

❝  you’re very valuable to me.  ❞

❝  you can come to me with anything.  anything at all.  ❞

❝  there is not a place in the world i would rather be than right here with you.  ❞

❝  come here,  come sit in my lap and tell me about your day.  ❞

❝  come put your head in my lap and tell me something new.  ❞

❝  i love it when you smile at me like that.  ❞

❝  i don’t think i can share you with anyone today.  ❞

❝  i’ll take you anywhere you want.  just tell me where.  ❞

❝  bored? of you?  impossible.  ❞

❝  if you like it i’ll get you one.  ❞

❝  your happiness matters greatly to me.  ❞

❝  you deserve to reach the goals you want in life.  you deserve to obtain anything you wish.  ❞

❝  you’re doing well.  you’re just discouraged and tired.  ❞

❝  you need to rest,  you don’t have to do it all today.  ❞

❝  the way i love you goes beyond description.  even those words don’t seem like enough.  ❞

❝  you come first.  you’re always my first choice.  ❞

❝  no,  if you’re upset that’s what matters right now.  talk to me.  ❞

❝  i want to share in your joy.  i want to be part of all things that make you happy.  ❞

❝  all of my best moments are the ones that have you in them.  ❞

❝  i would give you anything you ask of me. ❞

[ COMFORT ]  sender discovers receiver brooding and quietly approaches to carefully hug them from behind. 

[ SOOTHE ]  in the midst of a tense moment,  receiver turns away to conceal their emotions but sender wraps their arms around them and holds them from behind. 

[ CLOSE ]  sender reaches out and pulls receiver into their lap as they’re walking by. 

[  STOP  ]  sender reaches out and takes receiver’s face into their hands,  drawing them away from what they’re doing so they can just look at receiver for a moment.  

[ GIVE ]  sender greets with receiver with a gift. 

[ BRING ]  sender takes receiver out for the day to pamper them. 

[ ATTENTION ]  sender peppers a series of caresses over receiver’s face in an attempt to make them laugh or smile. 

[ COAX ]  sender knows receiver has had a lot on their mind,  so they hold them for a while to help them relax and hopefully open up. 

[ CARESS ]   sender sits by quietly while receiver works,  petting their hair and simply providing company. 

[ RELAX ]  sender gives receiver a massage. 

[ LOOK ]  for receiver to catch sender gazing adoringly at them.

[ MORNING ]  for sender to wake receiver with a kiss. 

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SEXUALITY AND GENDER IDENTITY THEMED PROMPTS FOR PRIDE

❝  i guess i always kinda knew?  it just wasn’t that important until i got older.  ❞

❝  it never mattered to me like,  what form people came in.  i love souls,  the body is just kinda like pretty packaging.  it’s nice but it’s not what’s important to me.  ❞

❝  oh yeah i did the whole ‘massive crush on my best friend’ thing.  wouldn’t recommend it.  ❞

❝  today my gender is kinda of ‘meeehh?’  ❞

❝  yeah of course i’m only into women,  have you seen them?  ❞

❝  i think i had a harder time accepting myself than my family ever did.  ❞

❝  i’m pretty sure everyone else knew i was gay before i ever realized it.   ❞

❝  i have a hard time talking about it,  even now—i’m not ashamed or anything like that.  i just,  don’t really know…how or what to say i guess.  ❞

❝  i think i’m ready to actually come out to them.  ❞

❝  i really want to tell them but i don’t wanna do it alone…could you help me with it?  ❞

❝  the ‘am i gay’ quizzes are a gateway drug.  ❞

❝  would you mind using [insert pronouns] for me now?  i’m trying to see how it feels.  ❞

❝  they’re right actually,  i’m gay and i do have an agenda to make everything gayer.  ❞

❝  ever since i told them i’m gay they keep pointing to every slightly attractive man and asking if he’s my type.  ❞

❝  me? no i don’t think i’m—i mean.  yeah sometimes i think about what it’d be like to kiss girls/guys but i’d never…come on,  everyone thinks about it a little bit right?  ❞

❝  at this point the closet is literally made of glass.  ❞

❝  actually,  i’m [insert identity].  ❞

❝  it’s all ‘i wish i was into women it’d be so much easier’ until you find out about the lesbian drama.  ❞

❝  i’m bisexual and confused.  not about being bi,  though.  just like…in general.  about life.  ❞

❝  i just need a nice bear to throw me around for a few hours,  i think it’d do more for me than therapy.  ❞

❝  i would trust any stone butch with my life.  ❞

❝  sappho would be so proud.  ❞

❝  i’m still figuring myself out.  i know i’m not straight,  that’s a start.  ❞

❝  i finally figured out my sexuality and then boom here comes a gender identity crisis.  ❞

❝  i’ve just…never really been interested in the whole sex thing.  ❞

❝  anyway,  if neither of us find our true loves in the next five to ten years,  wanna have a lavender marriage?  for the taxes.  ❞

❝   you wanna come to pride with me?  ❞

❝   this is my first pride actually,  i’m kinda nervous.  ❞

❝   well,  this seems as good a time as any to come out.  ❞

❝  no one can know about this—it’s just between us okay?  ❞

❝  i’d never tell anyone.  ❞

❝  you don’t owe anyone ‘coming out.’  it’s personal,  do things at your own pace.  only tell the people you want to.  ❞

❝  you’ve always made me feel safe so,  i just knew i could tell you about it.  ❞

❝  everyone’s hot and i’m a disaster who doesn’t know how to ask anyone out.  ❞

❝  i’m not sure i wanna fuck them or be them.  ❞

❝  i’m just experimenting i guess,  trying to figure out what i like.  ❞

❝  she said she didn’t see us working out but then she brought me a potted plant so i guess it’s still up in the air.  ❞

❝  i want to be one of those bold,  unapologetic people but i’m still just terrified.  ❞

❝  she’s so pretty i think i’m gonna die.  ❞

❝  oh,  no he’s got a great smile too.  i’m in deep this time.  ❞

❝  how did you know?   like for sure that you were into [gender]?  ❞

❝  do you mind if i ask you a question about being [identity]?  ❞

❝  thank you for trusting me with this.  ❞

❝  it’s okay,  take your time to put it into the right words.  i’m not going anywhere.  ❞

❝  wait,  you think i’m [identity]?  what makes you say that?  ❞

❝  i’m here,  i’m queer,  i wanna leave.  ❞

[myriad-ofmuses]

Come and tell my Muse off for something they've done

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The Nanny … sentence starters

“ i overreacted, didn’t i? “

“ i’m gonna be canned for sure. “

“ what did I tell you about snooping? “

“ i think they’ll notice you’re missing. “

“ what we need here is compromise. “

“ we told him how desperate you were. “

“ and, as you know, my plans never fail. “

“ isn’t that the cutest thing you ever saw? “

“ you live long enough, you see everything. “

“ but, for god’s sake, come out of the closet. “

“ well, i’ve never had any complaints before. “

“ time flies when you’re being unreasonable. “

“ you have no idea how cruel children can be. “

“ my god, she has got something, hasn’t she? “

“ do i sound like i’m coming down with a cold? “

“ you’re off your bloody rocker, you know that? “

“ why does everyone assume the worst of me? “

“ you can’t trust him. he won’t make you happy. “

“ you’ve already gotten involved and screwed up? “

“ i knew you’d find some way to blame it all on me. “

“ get that hideous thing off the terrace, would you? “

“ well, it is raining outside, sir. perhaps she melted. “

“ you have a beautiful face. ever thought about acting? “

“ look, I can understand you feeling threatened by me… “

“ honey, i think you should hike up your pants a little bit. “

“ yeah, but then i’d have something else to apologize for. “

“ perhaps my hearing isn’t what it once was…. forgive me. “

“ i could kill you. i could rip out your heart with my bare hands! “

“ i just can’t bear the thought of you feeling badly about yourself. “

“ she’s only happy when she’s making everyone around her miserable. “

“ she tried to swallow a whole rotisserie chicken in her mouth like a python. “

“ can you believe he just sent me to my room? he is so adorable sometimes. “

“ every time I ask you to do something, you always manage to screw it all up. “

“ i feel terrible. i should have defended you yesterday, but i totally wimped out. “

“ i came because they brought me, and i don’t know how to get home from here. “

“ blood is thicker than water. and you can wash them both off of plastic slip covers. “

“ well, I’m not sure. there was one call. a sob, a sigh and a long plaintive ‘oooooyy’. “

“ question: When they shot bambi’s mother, did you find that a sad moment? at all? “

“ i snuck out all the time. of course, i didn’t have a boyfriend. i just wanted to eat bacon. “

“ how about severe depression brought on by feelings of inadequacy and fear of death? “

“ i heard moaning and screaming coming from your room and i figured i should be a part of it. “

“ actually, i was just wondering why i don’t have a social life, but you cleared that right up for me. “

“ that’s rather like discovering the atomic bomb. sounds good in theory, but millions will suffer! “

“ you spend so much time up this creek, i should think, by now, you’d have bought a paddle. “

“ too bad we didn’t have this conversation in the garden… the plants would have loved the fertilizer. “

“ i suppose in order to get some attention around here, i have to hop up on your desk in my short skirt. “

“ you’ll tell her how you got started in theater, and she’ll tell you how she removes unwanted hair. “

“ sure! and when i’m fired and you’re in the convent, we’ll write each other letters and laugh about this. “

“ there is nothing these kids can throw at me that i haven’t seen before. except maybe their trust funds. “

“ i think you are one heck of a kisser. i can’t remember being kissed like that. with such passion, such abandon, such… suction. “

“ but if you ever hurt one of my kids again, they’ll be wiping your blue blood off the walls! and i mean that in the nicest possible way! “

“ but i didn’t realize i wanted it until someone else had sunk his teeth into it and now it’s too late. it was right there in front of me. if only i snatched it up when i had the chance, i wouldn’t have this aching hunger. “

[myriad-ofmuses]

scar / injury related symbol memes… 

add  ( reverse )  to the ask for places to be swapped

( kiss ) : receiver kisses one of sender’s scars

( clean ) : receiver washes blood of off sender

( carry ) : receiver carries injured sender to safety

( scar )  :  receiver gently traces one of sender’s scars

( better ) : receiver nurses injured sender back to health

( protect ) : receiver prevents sender from being injured

( story ) : receiver asks sender how they got a specific scar 

( bandage )  : receiver carefully binds up an injury on sender

( cuddle ) : receiver crawls into bed with injured sender to hold them

( confrontation ) : receiver confronts someone who just injured sender

( heal ) : receiver uses their magic / powers to heal a wound on sender

( awaken ) : receiver stays by unconscious sender’s side until they wake up

( shield ) : receiver jumps in harm’s way to defend sender and is injured, themselves

[myriad-ofmuses]

CARING FOR THE SICK PROMPTS.

i found this list and kinda fed into it each time i got the flu or a migraine, and u know what, it's just me revealing just how much i love the caring threads and the soft threads and the fondly exasperated "let me help you" threads! use at your pleasure, DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST NOR EDIT IT! i will be changing it accordingly!

" i found you passed out in the kitchen. you wanna stop working yourself so hard? or do i need to keep hitting the gym to carry you to bed every day? "

" you're burning up. "

" your neighbour called me and said you could use a nurse. looks like they were right, too. "

" you were told to take it easy, so... yeah. this is kinda on you. "

" you took a sick day. you NEVER take a sick day. so yeah, i got worried, and i figured i'd come over and keep an eye on you. "

" you texted me a long and incoherent text that held about 90% of the emoji list and about four different languages. figured it wouldn't hurt to drop by and see how you were doing. "

" how long have you been sick for? and don't lie. "

" you look like hell. "

" i brought you some soup; let me heat some up for you? "

" okay. it's time you went to the hospital. "

" hey… hello there, sleeping beauty. you gave me a bit of a scare yesterday. how are you feeling? "

" i swear, if you even think of getting out of that bed… "

" you know when i said to call if it's an emergency? a fever is most DEFINITELY considered an emergency! "

" if you think you're going to work like this, you better think again. "

" don't worry. my family swears by this remedy; just let it work its magic and you'll feel good as new in no time. "

" I don't care about getting sick. i'm not leaving you until you're back to full health. "

" you didn't stop to think that this might happen when you're burning the candle at both ends? "

" yeah, I can play the role of nurse AND say "I told you so" at the same time, actually. "

" you better drink every last drop of this tea, no matter how disgusting it is. "

" i told my boss it was an emergency so they've given me a full week to look after you. "

" quit being so stubborn and get into BED! "

" what part of doctor's orders hasn't sunk in yet? bed rest! for the WEEK! "

" right, where do you keep your saucepans? i'm going to make you my famous noodle soup. it's a cure-all, i'm telling you! "

" hey, unless you're going to the bathroom or the sofa, I don't want to see you out of that bed. got it? "

" when are you gonna start letting people look after you, huh? "

" i know, i know, i turned off all the lights once i figured you had the migraine. you want some tea? water? "

" don't be mad, but i saw your fridge, and... it frightened me. so i've taken you back to my place, and i'm gonna get deliveroo to bring some groceries to your place tomorrow. okay? "

" i know your appetite is a little off, so i ordered in a whole tonne of options. just try a little bit of something, please? for me? "

" i've brought half a pharmacy, enough movies and boardgames to last us a decade, and every single snack i could fit into the basket at the grocery store. so sit your butt down, eat your soup, and try and make the most of your bed rest for the next week, will you? "

ACTION PROMPTS ( SEND THE FULL LINE! and feel free to reverse if u wish! ):

[ TOUCH ]: sender gently rests a hand against the receiver's forehead to check their temperature.

[ DAMP ]: sender presses a cool cloth against the receiver's face, neck and forehead to try and lower their fever.

[ BLANKET ]: sender wraps another blanket around the receiver to try and stop them from shivering.

[ SPOON ]: sender gently coaxes spoons of soup into the receiver's mouth to build up their strength after an illness.

[ CARRY ]: sender, finding the receiver weakened/unconscious on the floor, immediately lifts them up and carries them back to bed.

[ AROUND ]: sender keeps a protective arm around the receiver to help them walk without the risk of stumbling or collapsing.

[ STAY ]: sender decides to stay by the receiver's bedside after learning that they're sick.

[ HAIR ]: sender smooths back the receiver's hair in a soothing gesture to try and help them go back to sleep.

[ TILT ]: sender tips a bottle of water up for the receiver to sip from.

[ HUM ]: sender hums/sings to soothe a sick receiver back to sleep.

[ BACK ]: sender gently rubs the receiver's back, either to soothe them or warm them while they're unwell.

[ SHARE ]: sender climbs into the receiver's sickbed with them, wrapping their arms around them to offer warmth and comfort.

[ SHOWER ]: sender, learning the receiver has a high fever, takes a cold shower with them in order to lower their temperature.

[ WAKEN ]: the receiver wakes up in bed, having been found unconscious by the sender and carried into the bed from the floor.

[ QUARANTINE ]: the sender and receiver, both being sick, decide to quarantine together and spend the recovery period with each other.