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yeah im stepping a foot back into the water or whateva ... @absolventiia put a gun to my head to write annie to their finnick

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im officially on spring break after i just completed my last final, so i'm itching to get back on here and get some writing done <3

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because i also bought 3 books today i fear

i bought 4 books today. why did @thessence not stop me from going into credit card debt 😩

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“Do you ship...” Buddy I will ship almost anything if I think about it too long. I love love and situations

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in the flesh & on your mind

asante edit 1 / ???

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in the flesh & on your mind

asante edit 1 / ???

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in the flesh & on your mind

asante edit 1 / ???

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send me ✎ ( pencil ) and I'll draw your muse!! send me 🖌 ( paint brush ) and my muse will draw yours!!

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  ����𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

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@nvrcmplt ♥'d for a starter! | for tyler!

' it isn't the norm in my community , ' asante's long strides match his companion's , onyx curls swaying across a strong shoulder as they traverse amongst the market teeming with creatures of all kinds. ' i appreciate your help in scouting. i've been informed that familiars tend to be better well - adjusted to a witch's home than normal animals. i wouldn't have known where to start , if i'm to be honest. '

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@absolventiia

Hey wouldn’t it be crazy if we just *falls in love with you in every timeline, known and unknown, in and out of bodies we have come to recognize, in places both mundane and not to be traversed, and is bound to find you in every walk of life we take*

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rings of smoke once again filter through rosy lips in their o - shape & it takes a beat for rachel to rediscover her composure. she'd almost laughed , but rachel can tell he's by no means joking. she can't fathom whether it's the flower speaking or a blooming insecurity brought on by it ; either way , the last thing she needs is for her silence to trigger nathan into a state of disrepair. she grips the blunt back from nathan's fingers , ghosting a touch against them like a gentle breeze through beach waves. she sucks in a longer hit & holds the cloud in her lungs , forcing the inebriation further within her mind & then regards nathan for a long moment. 

' if i pinched you right now , do you think you would feel it? '

sharp eyes like that of her zodiac symbol glint with something playful , but she doesn't make a physical move. yet. instead , she steals another hit & is unfortunately throat - checked by an unpredicted burn , spurning a small coughing fit that moistens her gaze. a hand flies over her mouth to minimize the sound & a chuckle chimes alongside her hacking. 

' well , that tasted like shit. must be getting low & didn't realize. ' rachel returns to nathan's queries , tugging her denim - covered knees up against her chest & leaning to stretch out her lower back. the stinging buzz of her taut muscle proves how ass her sleep must have been last night. ' anyway -- i think you're real. this truck is real. you can feel it , the seat underneath your thighs , your head against the cool glass of the window sill. you can hear me , right? i'm real. so if you're hearin' me , then you must be real too. s'only explanation , @crywhale. ' 

she tries not to slur , but long lashes find themselves lidding halfway over her sight & her body begins to surrender to the heady sensation of the bud. 

❝ yeah, what about you? ❞ he presses. she speaks finally, so he listens. nathan is an oddly good listener when he wants to be. ❝ how can you be so many versions of yourself with so many people? if everyone around you is so fake, how can you be real? ❞

nathan is hardly philosophical like this with many. he's not usually the type to wax poetics and harp on soliloquies, but he has his moments. a young hamlet! that's what he is.

and when victoria visits, nathan is always his best. when he's with rachel, he's always his most raw. what does that say about him? does it say anything?

he has a lot of questions he would love to slam her with. crash! he crashes hard / he always crashes out. i'm gonna burn out. i am burned out.

he's a seaside wave coming to collide on her lazy shore, and she? ah, she's so actively idle that it hurts. ouch! why does that hurt? he scratches the back of his neck. why do i hurt? he hits the blunt twice.

❝ ... rachel, am i real? ❞ he pauses. it's an odd question. hot smoke filters from his oddly full lips. ❝ to you? am i real to you? not in a fake ... way, not in some high school bullshit way of 'real or fake', but in a real way? do i seem real? ... do i exist? ❞

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@hinodae ♥'d for a starter! | for casper!

a singular motion of a finger speaks louder than his words could have -- COME HERE. asante leaves no room for disagreement or escape , honed magical abilities radiating off of him in electric currents , a mastery of lightning at his beckon. there's a small sense of satisfaction that swells within his chest as his attempted assasinator obeys , stalking close enough until he's situated before his person. asante regards him ; younger than him , shoulders straight , vision sharp , dissecting him in return. it's enough for his own eyes to glaze over with amusement , though asante remains dutifully aware of any possibility for another strike.

  ' bold. ' is the first word that materializes after seconds of silent observation. ' i have my assumptions , but i'll allow you to explain yourself. don't rant. be clear & concise. ' 

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@cataschism ♥'d for a starter!

' marc , you've been m.i.a lately. ' asante's time is precious. if busyness were a state of being , he would be its moniker , its limbs & voice , & he does not appreciate his free time dampened down to a DISTRACTION for another. he's noticed on several occurrences how marc seems to grow distant , how there are even instances were he doesn't behave the same. something beyond asante's understanding is affecting him , & though they've only just begun to deepen their dynamic , to bloom as more than mere friendship , asante has already affixed a responsibility to marc -- a nasty habit of his unconditional loyalty , when EARNED.

  ' -- i like you. but i deserve an explanation. it's been over a week. i am a person who understands being busy , believe me , but i still manage to communicate with you & give you a heads up when i won't be available. i expect the same. ' an inhale , nostrils slightly flaring as the exhale comes thereafter. ' or . . . if that was your attempt at ending things early , that's fine. just have the courage to tell me face to face. ' 

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@intcritus ♥'d for a starter!

' i know it's unorthodox , ' he begins with a voice lacquered in curiousity , a tilt of his head drooping wavy , onyx strands across his shoulder. eyes like whipped honey settle on the fellow witch standing behind the counter in front of his person & asante's lips quirk at the corner , but not enough to garner what could be considered a smile. it isn't that he feels less than content in this moment ; quite the contrary , actually , as long , slender digits clutch the modest paper bag offered to him. 

  ' but would you accept a tip from me? you've been the only other witch i trust with my medication , & my loyalty does not come lightly. '

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I THINK IVE DONE IT