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seeking LOST rpers !! reblog this post if you write a muse from the television series lost , include the muse (s) you write in the tags and whether they are canon compliant , canon divergent , an oc , etc. example below:

muse name ( canon status )

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for now I'm here trying to rebuild my ability to write, consider checking it out!

indie oc rp blog for Bonnie "BonBon" Gillanders!* fandomless and with a backstory + a bunch of very specific verse adaptations.

*Note: this character is disabled and disfigured even if icons cannot portray it, see links! Alt fc for doctor who obviously!

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@inthesunshineriptide

She had been playing the part of perfect girlfriend, Anna Emmeline Swan, nerdy enough that Morgan was ecstatic, jock-y enough that Devon approved, soft with Chuck enough that Ellie had already asked her to go shopping. And then damn Lily had showed up in town and had mocked her last name, her accent, and the question do your new friends even know what you've done? had been hanging over them. "Lying is part of the job, sweetheart," Emma pointed out eventually, "We all find our ways to do it. See, Sarah can sell a whole new identity because of her type of training and because it works best with her assignments. I like to mix up lies and truth because I work best that way. When I told Morgan I was E.owyn at Comic-Con I wasn't fully lying, but it was for a mission. I can't just introduce myself as the real person, I got family to protect... and in this job you get backstabbed a lot. But to be honest, I hate lying and I understand if you are not feeling very trusting of me right now."

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"I have no memory of that whatsoerver," Emma jokingly lied as he pointed out how he had at least predicted her injuries, and stepped closer to the abyss that had been left between them as safety. "... I think I could jump and make it from here. There aren't that many rocks below."

Maybe. Maybe she'd turn into jam. She could almost hear her friend Pinocchio's voice calling her out. "Anyway, we don't need to figure this out now! We won't be running, I'll slay the evil beast and we'll take it easy on the way back."

"well," he scoffed, flipping his hair with a bright smile. flattery could get emma everywhere with flynn and she certainly knew it. "i wasn't entirely wrong, to be fair. i did say you were gonna get wrecked and i wasn't wrong about that, just not as wrecked as i had imagined, which, don't get me wrong, is GREAT! but we still have to get back across the canyon now. so miss never wrong, what shall we do, hm?"

he glanced down the canyon where the rope bridge had been barely holding mere moments ago. it had, as he predicted, collapsed just as emma was trying to swing over, hence the bruising. however, now they had to figure out how to get BACK when they were escaping. there was only one way on this island and one way off.

"we're kinda trapped..." he said as the realization hit.

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Within Temptation : The Heart of Everything ... sentence starters

"You left me behind."

"I wish I could let it go."

"You gave up the fight."

"All that's done's forgiven."

"Time has passed you by."

"What have you done now?!"

"Is it a sin to seek the truth?"

"Now I know I won't make it."

"All around me, I see danger."

"Will all our sins be justified?"

"I hear they're getting closer."

"Love you so it hurts my soul."

"You just keep on living this lie."

"I won't show mercy on you now."

"Forgive me for what I have been."

"Couldn't save you from the start."

"Give me something I can believe."

"Can you still see the heart of me?"

"It tears me apart to sacrifice it all."

"It's over now, what have you done?"

"All you see is how you want it to be."

"I know it was destined to go wrong."

"Still, I'll be the hand that serves you."

"Can you forgive me for trying again?"

"I'm fighting for a way to get through."

"Whatever may be, I'll have to find out."

"Your silence makes me hold my breath."

"Is this the ending of what we've begun?"

"So in the end now, what have we gained?"

"I'm sorry if you can't stand the naked truth."

"I feel the hands of fate, they're suffocating."

"You couldn't face the freedom on your own."

"Nothing's ever changed, you still turn away."

"Open up your eyes. See what you've become."

"You've opened the door now, don't let it close."

"There's a curse between us, between me and you."

"I would stop running, if I knew there was a chance."

"Save yourself from fading away now, don't let it go."

"Pray for me, 'cause I have lost my faith in holy wars."

"Oh, for so long I've tried to shield you from the world."

"Give me the strength to face the wrong that I have done."

"Has darkness taken over me, consumed my mortal soul?"

"You've washed your hands, you've made that all too clear."

"Was it worth the ones we loved and had to leave behind?"

"So many dreams were broken and so much was sacrificed."

"Give me strength to face the truth, the doubt within my soul."

"We've been searching all night long, but there's no trace to be found."

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@inthesunshineriptide x Mal, unasked flirting

When she heard Kaylee complain about the price of the piece of engine the ship needed, if they wanted it good quality, Emma spun around and began to search for her pouch, "Wait, hold on, hold on, take the bounty!" "What?" "The bounty! Should be enough to buy a spare one too, right? I didn't need the credits anyway and if you're gonna give me passage some day I'd love not to die from it, so take it! Consider it payment for the journey or whatever." "That's... that's mighty nice of you, Em! Isn't it mighty nice of her, Captain?!" At that, Emma grinned at Mal, "Hey, you wanna personally thank me, you know how..." she tapped lightly twice on her lips playfully just as Kaylee took the pouch. "Gonna run and get it right away! And pretend I didn't see that!" Kayle exclaimed happily, smiling as she made her way to the exit. "Sorry, sweetie!" Emma laughed, "She's so cute."

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"what I'm hearing is 'Flynn you were right!'" -from Flynn obviously~ @inthesunshineriptide

"Flynn, you... are so pretty," Emma offers instead, with a big smile and a pat to his arm that is meant to console him over the fact that there is no way she's giving him that, "Smile like yours, who cares if you are entirely wrong, yeah? Meanwhile I was right because I said this adventure would be fun, I didn't say it would be safe. So me pointing out that maybe doing things your way wouldn't have me as bruised is still perfectly in line with what I said earlier."

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She had fallen into the trap like an idiot, and her hand had shot to the hilt of her sword when she had been approached by the stranger, but given his attitude he didn't seem about to attack. He also wasn't a speaking toad or anything, so the evil fairy must have gone the other direction.

"I don't know what that means, but maybe!" she answered helpfully, flashing him a wide smile and letting go of her weapon. "I mean no harm, but I believe I got a tiny bit lost. May I ask where we are right now?" hopefully not Wonderland, she hates that place.

@smiletimeisrunningout has just met cas.tle in the woods while he's shadowing on a case maybe? anyway the line is from angels & airwaves "anxiety"

"oh god, i feel like i'm in for it now--" castle said as he froze, hands up at the very interestingly dressed woman standing before him that absolutely was NOT there just a brief second ago. "is there a convention in town?" he asked her, keeping his hands up for good measure. there was a killer somewhere on the loose after all.

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@paysbetter look at how many of your boys are here as her husbands lmao

(also really funny that I rewatched firefly, then started playing a space western videogame and it apparently summoned you)

writing here too because I'm amused and it came up with different people but Emma seems to have 3 types:

you'd think I'm a cold-hearted Muscle for the team but actually I'm a sweetheart to my loved ones, I know when to be soft and I'm not needlessly violent, and have several hobbies that don't include blood (cooking, art, repairing things), smart as hell ?? Probably a Gentleman. Nobody notices.

(Sayid and what could be used to describe both Eliot Spencer and Jacob Stone representing)

2. sarcastic ass*hole, aware I'm hot, but I actually play up the Bad Guy part big time and will flirt to hell and back, never pretending you can't win me over, until I catch feelings and then become the most devoted morthf*cker in this whole plane of existence. May get dramatic about feuds with animals sometimes. It's weird how ready I am to get cuddled and domestic.

(Killian Jones and James Sawyer presenting)

3. I'm a nerd, I may be awkward, but I've got a cute smile and I happen to also be a sweetheart - unless you go after the people I care about. Too good for this world. Pretty damn positive person if you think about it, considering my past is horrifying. A freaking genius.

(Chuck Bartowski and Winn Schott representing)

sometimes bonus:

4. -is very big and for some reason she finds him hilarious. soft for some female family member. can and will break people without a second thought-

(John Casey and Jayne Cobbs representing)

if your muse fits one of these, it's done. If they don't but are a mix of the above, it's probably done anyway. (from this I also gather she likes guys who are very easy to reach, if they are playing the 'I'm too hot for you, work for it' she's like: no thanks, I'm here for a good time lmao) (also from this I gather she really does like men with strong arms even if it's not a serious requirement)

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less than 30 minutes until Christmas here in Italy, so I want to wish everyone happy holidays and/or a happy day if you don't celebrate anything!

I miss you all and I hope I'll be able to come back soon, the second my life gets a little less chaotic! <3

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this is going to be a blog-wide announcement, my blogs being smiletimeisrunningout, savingthrcw, re-generatedanomaly, faetorvic and lcdybonbon

I'm going to be on a TEMPORARY semi-hiatus until my life becomes slightly less chaotic, aka I get a proper job, because I'm physically unable to write (too sick to have the energy to do it after studying and making icon commissions, and too poor to prioritize rp over those two things, I so need money especially now that winter is truly here and I need to buy heating pads etc).

I am still VERY inspired and haven't lost the wish to plot and roleplay, I miss you all and my blogs (like you have no idea, rp has been my primary and, at times, only, hobby for 12 years, I'm dying to be able to sit and write), which is why I'm saying semi hiatus and not hiatus: this way I can pop in and write a reply or two whenever I can physically do so, without feeling I must either respond to all drafts or not write at all. You are all still more than welcomed to send me memes and things, it will probably be easier to write new things than to go back to an old draft when I only have five minutes, but I do want to keep drafts, hell, I still want to plot with new followers and write starters! I just don't have the time/strength.

I'm going to tag people I see in my thread tracker and askbox but this goes for EVERYONE: I don't want to drop threads, but you are allowed to ignore my replies because it's been too long and don't feel guilty if you want to unfollow me for being too slow! Thank you for your patience, especially if you read up until here!

@honorhearted @galefcrce @x-hollywoodghoul-x @storyofwhoiam

@writtenxbeginnings @nomdepen @atomiqueen @drunkonpotential

@spcdesace @trcstme @yearnstarved @wandercr @avernusfuries

@ordinariums @3katanas @nctafraid @tcnderhearts @livedtough

@radiaking @inmiasma @wintersxkiss @voiceinterface

@doorinthepage @respectablebaggins

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Ben's words and expression reminded Emma of the way he spoke of his youth, of his lack of experience with women, how he believed himself to be not quite the looker as a boy. He clearly didn't enjoy being easily embarrassed now, especially when it came to bedding people, and she knew as a man he'd hardly find people encouraging that side of him. It was so silly, to think of how they were encouraged to act like they had no weaknesses, and she may have felt the same about the matter, had she not been raised by a man like her father.

"Make no mistake, I would not want you to be any different," she decided to say then, bringing a hand to his cheek and cupping it gently, "Even the parts of you I can't read because I'm all sorts of confused by my own feelings. If you'll ever choose to come home with me, you'll be welcomed to spend your days reading to kids and looking for new poems and books. You'll never have to be calm and collected unless you wish to be."

Although there was something funny about thinking of Ben living the life of retirement and lazy days that she had planned for her hypothetical future old husband, and instead of that happening because she only needed a husband to have her throne it would be because she had a husband she liked.

"Or you could do whatever you want, I'm making it sound like I'm going to... hold you hostage like some sort of beauty in the tower." God, she had almost said 'marry you'. So much for going as slow as possible. "I just meant to say that I don't want you to change one bit for me, I like you the way you are. Besides the part where you grow double the patience you have now, so you can withstand my moods."

"Oh, come on, it can't be that bad, I would love for you to show me and prove me wrong."

"The side of my bed has a few canvas, you have my permission to check because they are landscapes and, unlike faces, they actually look decent," she offered, adjusting her position on the bed; it hurt, again, and Emma wondered how long it would take before she'd be able to just kiss him as much as she'd like. He was so interested, and so damn kissable. "The next time I'm not dying and we can go out, we'll find a place where I can sing, then. I doubt the rest of your army would be keen. They have more important things to deal with... you don't, anymore, because you have chosen to court me and you must act accordingly," she teased, giving his cheek a light tap.

"I'll finally convince you that books aren't so bad -- or at the very least, listening along to a good story?"

"See, the compromise is right there: you read a book you like, you tell me about it. Much better if you want me to pay attention from beginning to end. Plus, it won't harm me like reading. The headaches just aren't worth it, when I can be told the story." She was surprised whenever she met people who were so dedicated to books; her father loved reading, but he didn't have enough time to do so, so she figured he didn't have to battle with the inevitable headaches as much, but August and Ben? Masochists.

I'm not so sure I can reciprocate, but that's because I only tend to fall into bed with those I...w-well, I prefer meaning to my dalliances-" "Oh, sweetie," she whispered, smiling in reassurance. "-And clearly, I hadn't found that before you, since you were...y-you were my... My first."

"No, I know that, and that's lovely, really. I would never expect you to drop your values for me," she assured him, "There is nothing wrong with you waiting, you know that. In fact, you should be proud: you did it the way you wanted, when you wanted, and not because you felt you had to. That takes guts. I may not share the... uh... philosophy behind it, but I will defend it until the end of days." Though it was still odd to her that he hadn't been taken aback by her history. "I don't... I think I don't really kiss much, if there is no feeling behind it? Even if, in my case, generally the feeling was friendship, I suppose to me it's kissing that required some meaning. It feels so intimate. Like holding hands."

She took his hand, not just to make a point but to feel just how natural it was. She may lay with a stranger, but she certainly would not hold hands with him.

"In fact, I've been told I'm rather hotheaded, and despite my father's valiant efforts, I'm not the best with sharing, either. Not that I intend to."

Her gasp was far too intrigued, "You are jealous?" she asked in delight, "Oh, that sounds fun. We have to revisit that once I have healed enough... Naturally, you know you don't need to worry about me looking at other men, I find the thought of cheating repulsive." That and when she had met Selah Strong in passing and had properly ogled him, she had almost died on the spot after Caleb had explained he was married to their friend Anna. Her horror at having looked at the man for too long had even entertained James, who had apparently expected her 'not to care' on account of her being 'so carefree', which he had not meant as an insult, but had horrified her even more. No, taken men were off-limits, and so was she as a taken woman. "But if you wish to deck someone because they cross a line with me or something of the sort, please make sure I'm there."

"Perhaps my fear made you appear more... calm and collected about the whole ordeal than you actually were," she suggested, which wasn't an unfair assumption. "I do hope I'll get to see that... gollumpus you speak of. He seems just my type."

Benjamin grinned, his eyes shining self-consciously. "Trust me: no one has ever called me calm and collected, and least especially when it comes to protecting those I love. But if my gollumpus side is the one you're yearning for, I just might have some competition on my hands."

All the naked things?

Yet again, Benjamin felt a damnable spread of heat searing across his face as he laughed, darting his eyes in between her face and the ground. He wasn't sure why after all this time he was still shy at such talk -- especially since she'd never exactly been withholding when it came to her candidness -- but with a shake of his head, he softly reassured, "No, I...w-well, according to Caleb, I'm very much like an open book. If I like someone, or dislike them, it's plain as day... But apparently not to those who truly matter."

Emma was quick to dismiss any artistic pursuits. Despite her typical self-deprecation (something that he, himself, tended to mirror in his own behavior), Benjamin found himself laughing at the idea. "Oh, come on, it can't be that bad," he said. "I would love for you to show me and prove me wrong."

When she brought up singing, he perked up. "I've heard you were fond of it," he allowed, "but I've never actually been privy to a concert. I was always out and about, or busying myself with papers, and...other tasks."

It occurred to him then that Emma wasn't wholly privy to the ring. Perhaps he should tell her someday, he thought, if she wished to be given the ultimate sign of his trust and admiration.

Seemingly oblivious to his inner conflict, Emma continued, "Considering that, it's odd that I miss painting. But I... like the idea of doing that while you read... doing that sort of thing together, as in sharing a room. Or tent, in this case."

"I like that too," Benjamin softly reassured. "And maybe one day, one day, I'll finally convince you that books aren't so bad -- or at the very least, listening along to a good story?"

Emma appeared rather embarrassed, but before he could ask what he'd done, she was quick to turn around and embarrass him. "I assure you," she coyly said, "had you been inclined, I would have taken you to bed long before knowing you as a person. Just because of your looks. Multiple women being interested in you is not out of the realm of possibilities."

"I...thank you?" Benjamin stammered, his brows scrunching with a self-conscious chuckle. "I'm not so sure I can reciprocate, but that's because I only tend to fall into bed with those I...w-well, I prefer meaning to my dalliances. And clearly, I hadn't found that before you, since you were...y-you were my..." Awkwardly, he waved a hand before shyly concluding, "My first."

Emma rattled off all the ways other women could be jealous -- the idea seemed absurd to him, if he was being honest -- yet she was quick to denounce such thoughts. "That sounds horrible," she decided. "I hope my status will scare them away. You are lucky no one has tried to woo me here so you don't need to witness it, but I'll have to prepare so I can have a proper ladylike reaction, it's not as if I can fight them, they are ladies."

Benjamin scoffed. "You are lucky for that, too," he challenged. "I confess, I've never had to keep menfolk away from a woman, but I do know I'm not much for jealousy. In fact, I've been told I'm rather hotheaded, and despite my father's valiant efforts, I'm not the best with sharing, either. Not that I intend to." He flashed a lopsided smile. "I'll share your time here and there, but anything else risks that gollumpus we talked about coming into play."

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She thought he had done quite a good job at protecting his pride with the way he had pushed her away once he had realized she couldn't give him enough - nothing like how she'd have groveled and begged before - but didn't say so out of fear he'd decide it was something to feel guilty about. "Perhaps my fear made you appear more... calm and collected about the whole ordeal than you actually were," she suggested, her smile not able to conceal her own guilt, "I do hope I'll get to see that... gollumpus you speak of. He seems just my type."

"I would've thought my infernal, not to mention, completely chronic blush would've been a dead giveaway"

Ah, yes, the blushing. "I thought that was because of all the naked things," she retorted bluntly and with no regrets, because really, how was she supposed to know. "You don't have to like me to like my body, I wouldn't have presumed otherwise." And while that was not the kindest way to view her value to a man's eyes, she had never minded it; it was the one thing she felt she could offer, after all. And his blushing was so attractive.

He kissed her hand, and her heart skipped a beat. "But if you want paint, perhaps that can be arranged. Are you truly gifted in artistry?" "No, nobody ever said anything about being gifted: I just know which end of the brush goes on the canva," she answered with a smile, thinking of her many, many hours spent doing so, "You can tell what the subject is, so I am not terrible at it. But if people back home think of me and art, singing will come to mind." She hadn't done that in quite a while, given that it was either done at parties or when she felt particularly inspired while taking long hot baths. "Considering that, it's odd that I miss painting. But I... like the idea of doing that while you read... doing that sort of thing together, as in sharing a room. Or tent, in this case."

Her parents were a perfect example of wanting to spend time together to the point of doing entirely different activities quietly but wanting to be in the same room, and it felt mad to fantasize about doing the same. Mad, yet not causing the ordinary panic that it should have. Those days without him and now the hope that he'd somehow make it work had done wonders to keep her from spiraling again - for now, at least.

"Oh, trust me, love:" The way he called her love felt so much more than a petname, and Emma felt her pale face flush, her hand pulling and tugging at a strand of her hair in embarrassment. "I will be more than happy to let you know. I've been told I'm a bit of a hard-ass, so perhaps you'll finally be introduced to that side of me, now that you've so graciously deemed yourself to be mine."

She doubted he'd be able to be a hard-ass in the face of her tears, but that was another sentiment she chose not to express, and she equally silenced all those little repetitive questions: do you truly not mind that I cannot use the word love? Are you sure you can handle this? and more, because she had to try to hold some of those fears back at least when capable of it. "I am." Especially now that he looked so happy, and the last thing she wanted was to wipe that smile away, all she could do was reaffirm that she was indeed his.

"Not a chance. Some things are just beyond the realms of belief." "I assure you: had you been inclined, I would have taken you to bed long before knowing you as a person. Just because of your looks. Multiple women being interested in you is not out of the realm of possibilities," she assured him helpfully, "Especially because some women may find you even even more appealing if they saw you with me and thought it was a competition. Maybe Caleb wouldn't believe that you said yes to all of them, but I will stand by the rest. In fact, even in reality now women may find you more appealing if they see you with me." She paused at the thought of that, lips pursing in distaste. "... That sounds horrible. I hope my status will scare them away. You are lucky no one has tried to woo me here so you don't need to witness it, but I'll have to prepare so I can have a proper ladylike reaction, it's not as if I can fight them, they are ladies." In fact, she, and therefore they, would need to figure out if this attempt to be together should be carefully hidden or immediately outed, consindering Emma was almost sure some people already suspected something.

"Perhaps you should take comfort in the fact that I would never notice you struggling unless you spoke of it. At least your pride will always be intact," Emma teased, her hand lightly stroking his cheek.

Benjamin snorted. Reaching up to gently encircle her wrist, Benjamin wryly asked, "Have you met me? I'm the least qualified when it comes to preserving my pride -- I'm a regular ol' gollumpus when it comes to the fairer sex, and I don't mind admitting it. However, it is a little nice to hear you wouldn't ever notice...even if I don't entirely believe that."

Emma wrinkled her nose. "Then again, it could be a tad frustrating for you to hear that until we spoke, the... the argument we had, I actually hadn't realized you liked me as more than a friend."

He hummed by way of answer. "All right, so maybe you are more oblivious than me...I would've thought my infernal, not to mention, completely chronic blush would've been a dead giveaway. I can't seem to keep anything in control around you, and the fact my body cursed me with a physical tell made it ten times worse."

In reference to his offer to read, Emma appeared genuinely horrified. "Please, don't do this to me," she begged, though her trademark smile was firmly in place. "I said I tried reading. I'd rather cry. Wouldn't a more appropriate distraction be a kiss, if we are at peace again? Or if you are not in the mood, give me colors, I'll paint."

Benjamin mirrored her grin. "I don't know about that... The problem is, if you kiss me, I'll be the one distracted, and God only knows what that'll mean for me and the rest of camp. You're quite persuasive whenever you want to be..." Kissing her palm, he chuckled. "But if you want paint, perhaps that can be arranged. Are you truly gifted in artistry?"

Emma's expression softened. "I see you," she reassured. "As long as you remember that you are not at fault, that only he is, then I... I'd like to... try to be your-your..."

Benjamin gently stroked her hand on his face, his heart speeding up in his chest. "My...?"

"Yours?" she concluded. "You must tell me when I do wrong, alright? Guide me, so I don't need to keep second-guessing myself, I know I'll be terrible at least at the beginning. But you tell me, and I'll fix it."

Benjamin's pulse dipped and he breathed a soft, relieved little laugh. "Oh, trust me, love: I will be more than happy to let you know. I've been told I'm a bit of a hard-ass, so perhaps you'll finally be introduced to that side of me, now that you've so graciously deemed yourself to be mine."

The thought made him grin more brightly, dizzy with the prospect of being hers -- hers! -- before he stooped to kiss her hand once more.

Finally, Emma broke into a soft fit of giggles, a hint of her old self resurfacing. "Caleb knows I struggled for you, if you want in a few days I can confess to him that whenever we went to town you met other women and that's why I keep my distance... or anything else that may push him to faint."

Benjamin snorted, lifting his head. "Other women?" Benjamin echoed, laughing. "Now wait a moment: he might've bought the story of one women, but multiple? Not a chance. Some things are just beyond the realms of belief."

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PROMPTS FOR THE 5 LOVE LANGUAGES *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

i'm very grateful for you.

you're very important to me.

you make me want to be a better person.

you're doing a good job, you know.

i can tell you're trying your hardest.

you constantly impress me.

what's going on? tell me everything.

i'm here to listen to you.

i love you so much.

you know you matter to me, right?

i don't know what i'd do without you.

you were right about everything.

if it matters to you, it matters to me.

i believe in you.

PHYSICAL TOUCH

[ caress ] sender soothes a nervous receiver by stroking their hands up and down receiver's arms

[ absentminded ] sender casually takes receiver's hand in public, laces their fingers, and doesn't let go

[ shoulder ] sender listens to receiver speak and sets a hand on their shoulder while doing so, offering comfort

[ behind ] sender comes up to receiver from behind and wraps their arms around them, hugging them close

[ smack ] sender gives receiver's butt an affectionate smack as they walk past them

[ dinner ] at dinner, sender reaches across the table and takes receiver's hand

[ check ] sender reaches out to touch receiver, expressing concern for them

[ cuddle ] sender and receiver snuggle

RECEIVING GIFTS

i saw this yesterday, and i had to get it for you.

this reminded me of you.

you said you didn't have one... so i figured i'd get it for you.

i hope you like it. i picked it out just for you.

i loved making this for you.

i know you had a rough week, so i hope this makes you feel better.

it's all for you!

[ birthday ] sender brings receiver a present on their birthday

[ just because ] sender surprises receiver with a gift

[ grateful ] sender gets a present from receiver and expresses their utmost gratitude

[ flowers ] sender brings receiver a bouquet of their favorite flowers

[ candy ] sender gifts receiver with their favorite candy

QUALITY TIME

i'm not going anywhere. i want to stay here with you.

why don't we spend some time together?

i'd rather be alone with you.

let's plan a vacation.

feel like taking a walk? the weather's nice.

i just want to be with you.

this weekend is all about us.

can we plan for some alone time?

[ walk ] sender and receiver go for a comfortable evening stroll

[ bake ] sender and receiver bake something together

[ decorate ] sender and receiver attend a painting class together

[ relax ] sender and receiver relax on the beach

[ craft ] sender helps receiver with a project they've been working on

ACTS OF SERVICE

let me get that for you.

i'll take care of it! i've got it!

you go and sit down. i've got this covered.

i've planned our entire trip. you don't have to lift a finger.

everything's all taken care of!

sit back down! i'll clean up!

i know it was stressing you out. that's why i took care of it.

i'll help you with that.

i watered your plants.

[ breakfast ] sender brings receiver breakfast in bed

[ blanket ] sender notices receiver is cold, so they bring them a blanket and drape it over their shoulders

[ jacket ] sender offers receiver their coat

[ soup ] knowing receiver is sick, sender brings them a bowl of hot soup

[ coffee ] sender brings receiver their favorite coffee order

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🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body

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Emma mock gasped at his hint of gossip to follow, "You must. It will be precious bonding time with your wife." They seemed so repressed in this country, that she just knew the secrets had to be good. Although her father had impersonated his twin brother and kept the throne, so there was that. "Oh, no, no nervousness!" she cooed, she reached out to give a couple of reassuring pats to his arm, even if he seemed so suave that she doubted he'd be nervous at all. "I'll help you, of course. But as long as you pretend to be in love and you are willing to discuss books with my father, my parents will consider you family with no hesitation. They are quite easy. Romantic people, not a care for anything besides sentiment."

She understood very well, and found hilarious, that he'd have trouble pretending she was meek. "Thank you, my king," she recited in a sweet, more high-pitched voice, fluttering eyelashes at him. "And it's just Emma, no lady, especially if you wish to mock me more."

It was the words coming from Emma, the tone with which she spoke, that finally pulled George from the slight melancholy that had started to infiltrate his mind. He couldn't help but bark out a quick laugh, grinning as he shook his head with his gaze staying on her. "Oh just wait until I get to know you better, the things I can tell you, family secrets to make you swoon." He continued to grin even as he closed the book once more in his hands, the expression only falling a little when he was reminded of their parents. He had it easier when it came to his future in-laws true, but he knew that either way it would be Emma stuck down the line, making a small part of his stomach fill with guilt. "I suppose I'll have to remember that when we meet, so that I'm hopefully not as nervous as I fear I might be."

It was the reminder of how she was wanting him to act that really had him chuckling again, shaking his head. Out of the entire time he had known the Princess, shy and quiet was never something that he could attribute to her. In fact they had started to talk under the impression that he was a simple servant and not King George. "I shall try my hardest, though you will have to help me out as well. I may have a coughing fit down the road." With a quick chuckle, he nodded at the reminder of their shared interests. "Whenever you wish, Lady Emma. A small part of myself can't wait to show you the Observatory and see how lost you seem." A simple jest.