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torn between lives--- Billy's soul was a battlefield, wrenched between two worlds. His wife existed, yet Daisy bloomed in his heart like a wildfire. Daisy... complex and contradictory. A brilliant musician, capable of exquisite kindness, yet consumed by a yearning for love she struggled to express. It was on the beach, where the salt-laced air and crashing waves stripped them bare, that they confessed their deepest truths.

But the darkness lingered. Her addiction, her stubborn pride, the intoxicating allure of her wounded spirit – they tangled him tighter in her web. His calloused fingers traced over hers, surprisingly delicate despite the shared bond of their guitars. How simple it would be to abandon everything, to surrender to her intoxicating world with all its pleasures and poisons.

Her voice snapped him back to the harsh reality of their tangled limbs and twisted sheets. "Daisy..." His sigh hung heavy, a ragged echo of their stolen passion. He sat up, hastily covering himself, tousled hair falling over his troubled eyes. Her back faced him, his denim shirt draped over her shoulders, and a bittersweet ache filled his chest. She looked vulnerable, beautiful...

He heard the choked sobs she tried to mask. His heart shattered with each one. Every whispered word, every desperate caress, was a fresh wound opened by their impossible love. His fingers trembled as they traced the smooth skin of her lower back. "Baby..." he breathed, his voice thick with unspoken pleas. "I can't go back. We can't just... end this. We can't pretend an 'after' exists where we work together... where we even breathe the same air."

He averted his gaze, the weight of their impossible choice pressing against him. "We both know we don't want this to end. This... us... it's..." He faltered, the words burning on his tongue. He lay back, the ceiling a blur above him. The craving for a drink, for any numbing oblivion, warred with the agony of knowing it wouldn't dull this pain. "I don't want to go... I won't go..." The last words came out as a barely audible plea, a desperate prayer to a god who clearly wasn't listening.

it's the part of night , she avoids. the one where he has to disappear. return to life in the house with wife and daughter. desperate daisy thinks to ask him to stay. she's never had to beg for anything in life. but for billy dunne , she would. but she already knows the answer , how fast he'll slip from her grasp. or she'd find a reason to make him leave. fingers are interlaced in @mystif1es' , clinging tight to guitar string scarred fingers. there's a quiet that's settled in between them , found in twisted bedsheets. she wants to bring it , plead his name like she had been only moments ago. what is between them dies the moment he leaves chateau door. they go back to pretending it's just music. and god , does she sometimes wish it was. it would be so much easier. daisy jones had plenty of flings , plenty of others that had come in and out of her life. but with billy , she could see a future. a life with a big house. the first time those thoughts about being a mother she let herself imagine. and the sinking pit of her stomach reminded her how wrong it was. he already lived that life. he already had it with someone else. ❛ we have to stop this. ❜ how many times had she said that in the past. she lets go , sitting up to slip on denim shirt that's been tossed aside. cigarette is lit and inhaled. her voice threatens to break , give away the ache with every beat of her heart. ❛ i can't . . . i don't wanna do this anymore. ❜ it's a glimpse of the daisy only he is allowed to see. the one that's vulnerable , fragile in his touch. she didn't want to do this under the guise of song writing. she didn't want to be the thing he hides like a dirty secret. but daisy knows he won't leave , and it wouldn't be something she could ask of him.

❛ you should get your shit and go. ❜ she tries to play it coldly. blinks back tears that pool in those deep ocean blues. ❛ please billy , just fucking go. ❜

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4-Word Sentence Prompts

Part I An assortment of prompts and/or starters using only four words. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ I don't need you. ”

“ Celebrate while you can. ”

“ It was too much. ”

“ I'm so, so sorry. ”

“ Let me love you. ”

“ Where have you been? ”

“ Why am I here? ”

“ I would love to. ”

“ I tried but failed. ”

“ You'll never forgive me. ”

“ I want to confess. ”

“ I will protect you. ”

“ You don't deserve me. ”

“ I don't deserve you. ”

“ You are safe here. ”

“ You choose your fate. ”

“ I have lost control. ”

“ I don't recognize myself. ”

“ You are to blame. ”

“ You lack the skills. ”

“ Be still, don't move. ”

“ Yet again you lie. ”

“ You are so beautiful. ”

“ Take it off. Now. ”

“ Look at you now. ”

“ Shoot before it escapes! ”

“ You can't do this! ”

“ Please don't leave me. ”

“ Please leave me along. ”

“ Worship me or die. ”

“ Bow before me, peasant. ”

“ Did you make this? ”

“ I can't believe this! ”

“ You are my villain. ”

“ You are my hero. ”

“ I don't take sides. ”

“ Run, don't look back. ”

“ My life is perfect. ”

“ Don't lie to me. ”

“ When is it over? ”

“ What is this madness? ”

“ Cut loose, have fun! ”

“ I hate you all. ”

“ I love you, dear. ”

“ You drive me crazy. ”

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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

[mystif1es]

hey you, do you know how much i love you? I don't feel like i tell you that enough, but i love you more than you could ever possibly know. i am so lucky to be loved by you. you don't give yourself enough credit for how strong and incredible you are. thank you for being you. thank you for being such a strong and caring co-parent. thank you for being the love of my life. i adore you so much.

this is gross, but I love you too, dweeb.

[mystif1es]

𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑓𝟷𝑒𝑠 [ ... ] an independent private &&. highly selective multimuse writing blog featuring both and canon and original muses from multiple medias. medium to low activity. written by kc, she / they, 25, cst.