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meme call for muses who are most awake atm:  Aedus,  Mahia,  Amara,  Wraith,  Cora,  Lusca,  Page,  Nathan, Seven

 just   REPLY TO THIS POST  and lemme know which muses you want memes from. as many as you want.   or just   LIKE THIS POST   for a random selection of the above mentioned ones sent your way. open to any and all mutuals

[rubiesintherough]

He was only one they could mean. Their furious description of him so outlandish, it could only fit him... and Mahia felt she owed it to him to offer a warning. After all, she was familiar enough with the feeling of being hunted down. If she could only have a warning of those who chased her, she would be grateful... so, how could she not extend that barest kindness after what she'd seen, overheard? After recognizing the danger they posed?

" A large group, with lots of guns, and knives... and anger. You may want to stay away from them, because they seemed ready, and eager, to kill you if they find you. "

@rubiesintherough asked: “They are looking for you.”

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That only sounded a little concerning and a lot ominous because really that could be a lot of people. Bad guys were probably option number one, actually they were the only option it was just what group of them happened to be the ones looking. Arms dealers, gangs, criminal underground mob bosses, that one guy who tried to steal a bike that Peter webbed up to a lamppost until the police showed up to arrest him. There was a list, and while he didn't think that he'd angered anyone enough for that lately, he definitely could have without knowing.

"Uh thanks but...I'm sorry, who's looking for me?" he asked her finally, head tilting, "And do you happen to know why they're looking for me? Because I keep trying to guess and it's not really helping me figure it out any faster." Peter admitted.

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" No... no, they did not hurt me... " At least, not this time. Thanks to him. A soft assurance, tinged with guilt. The healer didn't understand why this stranger had placed himself into harm's way for her sake, dressed so peculiarly... and she wished he had not. Especially at this moment. Her flask was empty, no water with which to do even the barest of properly cleaning --- much less mending --- his injuries. Injuries he'd received from helping her. Attempting to stop the bleeding was the best Mahia could do, and it didn't feel enough.

" People I would prefer to avoid... " He deserved a better explanation, but Mahia couldn't bring herself to tell him more than that. Best he move on and not become any more entangled in her life than he already had. " Are you able to walk? Do you need me to help you...? "

@rubiesintherough asked: send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours. ( mahia / mcu )

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He was exhausted, and just about everything hurt, but Peter looked over as soon as he felt the cloth trying to wipe up some of the blood from his injuries, "You don't- ...you don't have to do that." he tried, because he probably needed to just shower when he got home anyways, just in its entirety. Everything was sore, Peter felt kinda gross at that point, and the injuries would heal up by the end of the night. Then agan, slightly less blood would probably keep his aunt from worrying as much about what happened. Which Peter himself was a little unclear about, just that he'd definitely gotten in the way of it.

"Are you okay, though? They didn't hurt you, did they?" he wasn't sure who they were or what they wanted with singling this lady out. Peter just knew that he wasn't going to stand there, or crouch as the case had been, and let her be attacked, "Who were those guys?"

[rubiesintherough]

need to sit on my dom’s lap with their cock inside of me, arms wrapped around their neck, my face pressed into their shoulder. need to feel their hands rub soothing circles on my lower back, humming encouragements as i grind my hips against them, as i cry and beg for help, for assistance, for them to take over and fuck me senseless. need it to be torturously slow, so that i’m sobbing by the time i cum all over their lap, and i need them to push and pull my hips to go again, and again, and again :c

[rubiesintherough]

Indie multi-verse & ship RP blog for the Master Chief of the Halo TV series. 18+ required. 21+ preferred. Multi-muse/hub blog & OC friendly. Written by Penny. Activity varies wildly. Crossovers available for non-Halo threads! Mainly show & headcanon based; games & book & mini series info may be incorporated as I get through it all.

[rubiesintherough]

Send 👀 to walk in on my muse naked

Add 'reverse' for my muse to walk in on yours

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𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝. repost. don't reblog. bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies.

scraped knees, silent tears in a locked room, slamming doors, pervasive loneliness, a dog barking, rain on a metal roof, flinching at movement, the creak of an old house, forced laughter, wandering in the dark woods, wondering how you made it through, sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it, trying to explain but your words falter, invaded privacy, confusion at the pain, running barefoot in the grass, wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing, realizing you aren’t a priority, grass stains on white clothing, trying to earn love you will never have, being threatened over the smallest mistake, secrets you are warned not to share, the feeling of never being good enough, the hope things might someday get better, grief that aches in your bones, childish dares and pranks, the sense that your body isn’t yours, shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry, sledding down a frozen hill, absentmindedly following snakes through the grass, punching a tree until your knuckles bleed, tears over every dead creature you find, searching out small places you can hide… just in case, climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you, the feeling of something tainted under your skin, a curious child told to stop asking, floral dresses, body tensing at approaching footsteps, anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos, the purr of a contented cat, taking the blame to keep the peace, being told you’re too sensitive defiant, the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

tagged by: stolen from @halofcrged

steal it from me!

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send ⛓️ to find my muse bloody, bruised and restrained

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Cue an awkward chuckle and thumbs up from the sheepish medium. " Yeah, no, totally understandable... and this is my bad! I'll buy you some new ones when stuff open up in the morning, sound good? Fancy ones. To make up for, y'know, wrecking yours. ------ If it makes you feel better, they helped a lot, and I managed to do what I needed! "

"Scale something? Scale something? You took my curtains and scaled something with them?" issac just shakes his head and waves the whole situation off. He got up for some warn milk and that's what he was going to have. issac chuckles then shakes his head "It's fine just as long as you replace them. i don't like people looking in my apartment and actually being able to see me."

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[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair Mahia & John

@halofcrged

She was still healing. Every muscle along her shoulders strained, unable to lift her arms high as she needed to... just to do something simple as tie her hair back from her face. After three failed attempts to accomplish just the most basic braid, Mahia could almost cry in exhausted frustration. Unable to do even that. So worn, so tired, so beaten down she couldn't manage to lift her hands far enough, long enough, to tend to herself.

But, John had been kind enough to help her. In yet another way, she was indebted to him, now... Her hulking savior, his size and gruffness clashing with the way he wove strands of her hair between his fingers. It felt odd to be sitting here, her back to him. Uncomfortably exposed. Vulnerable. Her fingers gripped into her knees with each soft pull at her locks. Yet, she offered him a whispered " thank you "... nervous, but grateful. And she felt she had to laugh, because didn't that just sum up everything she felt here? On edge, yet appreciative of all he'd done for her. All he was continuing to do, with no obligation, no expectation.

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the violently protective … sentence starters  lots of mentions of violence and death throughout 

the protector 

“Of course I killed them. they hurt you.”

“They made you cry…? Where are they?”

“Don’t feel sorry for them, they deserved it.”

“Don’t worry, they won’t be bothering you, again.”

“These bruises are worth it to make sure you’re safe.”

“Why would you want to protect them? They hurt you.”

“Who did this to you? No, don’t lie to me… who did this?”

“If they even step foot near you, again, I’ll take care of it…”

“No, they don’t deserve any mercy. Not after they hurt you.”

“I swear to god, I’m going to rip him/her/them apart for this.”

“Stop? Why? Don’t you want them to pay for what they did to you?”

the protected 

“Make them hurt for this… please.”

“Stop! Stop, don’t hurt him/her/them!”

“There. That’s the one who did this to me.”

“Violence doesn’t solve anything, just let this be.”

“They made me bleed. Maybe you should return the favor.”

“I don’t want them dead, I just want them to leave me alone.”

“Why did you do this? Why…? I never asked you to fight them.���

“No, I don’t want you to fight them for me. It’s not that big a deal.”

“I don’t care what you do to them, just keep them away from me.”

“I’m not worth you risking your life for… for what? Getting even for me?”

[rubiesintherough]

tbh i’m in the meme spamming mood so hey hey,   poke the heart   if you want me to spam you with inbox things.   no telling which muse(s) you’re gonna get.  if also a multi, you can lemme know which of your muses you wan the stuff for, but you don’t gotta. it’ll just be random / left open for you to pick

offer’s open to any and all mutuals, whether we’ve written together yet or not.  and obvs no obligation to answer everything i send, pick and choose to your heart’s content

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Scar Survey starters

"What's the story behind this scar? It looks like it has a tale to tell." "I can't help but notice the scars on your arms. They seem to have quite the history." "Every scar has a story, right?" "Did this one happen in a battle, or is there a different story behind it?" "Your scars are like a roadmap." "Where did you acquire this scar?" "I've always been curious about your scars." "This scar on your shoulder looks like it's been through something intense. What's the story?" "Scars tell a story of survival. Care to share some of yours with me?" "Scars aren't just wounds; they're badges of honor." "This scar on your hand seems different. What's the story behind it?" "Scars can be reminders of both pain and triumph." "Scars make us who we are." "Scars are like a visual history." "What's the history behind this scar on your back?" "I've been wondering about the stories behind your scars."

[SURVEY] The sender gently traces their fingers over the receiver's scars, curiosity evident in their touch. [SHARE] The sender rolls up their sleeves, revealing a collection of scars. [EXPLORE] The sender and the receiver spend an evening examining each other's scars. [TRACE] The sender leans in, delicately tracing the outline of a scar with their lips. [DISCUSS] The sender initiates a conversation, asking about a specific scar. [REVEAL] The sender opens up about the scars on their own body. [TOUCH] The sender's touch is gentle as they explore a particularly sensitive scar on the receiver's skin. [POINT] The sender points out a scar, prompting the receiver to explain the circumstances that led to its formation. [COMPARE] The sender and the receiver compare scars. [NARRATE] The sender narrates the story behind one of their scars. [LISTEN] The sender listens attentively as the receiver recounts the tales associated with each scar. [SHARE] The sender opens up about a particularly meaningful scar.