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gccdbyelovc​.

“i’m moving, aren’t i? i’m fucking moving. i don’t need you snapping at me when i’m trying to do my best to wrap my head around everything that’s happening!” he couldn’t understand why she was acting like this. he thought that he was acting pretty reasonably for the situation. anyone would be going absolutely crazy, he thought. a part of him didn’t even know if he could trust her anymore. he felt like this was all some crazy situation and he didn’t know which way to look, what to think. he followed after her, though, not sure where else to turn. “now who’s putting words into whose mouth?”

they were in the apartment, safe, window shut as she looked around to make sure that the apartment was safe, as annalise did every time. “look i’m-- i’m sorry tommy. sit, take a breath.” she spoke softly, looking over the other with nothing but worry on her features. “you’ve just been thrown in the deep end of something huge, life changing. i get that. but this... this happens to me a lot, tommy. this kinda shit follows me everywhere. so if you decide, and that doesn’t have to be now, but if you decide that you can’t deal with that i get it. that’s not me putting words in your mouth, that’s me offering you an out. as soon as the sun comes up.” this was why she didn’t make friends easily, why she couldn’t keep them, why annalise was almost always alone. it was easier, and less risk to those that she cared about.

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gccdbyelovc​.

“did you never think about staying? about ruling? you - i think you could’ve done it, you know? i think you would’ve been an amazing ruler, jack.” and she really did mean it. there was no-one that prim trusted more than him. she thought that he would know what wonderland needed, better than anyone. she didn’t know if there were many people who would accept him as their ruler, though. primrose smiled fondly as jacks hand ran through her hair. she had never thought that this would be how her life would become but she was so grateful. she had never felt as strongly about someone as she felt for him. “i’ll certainly do my best.” primrose smiled, nodding her head a little. “i can’t wait to have a home with you, jack.” she whispered. “it’ll be me and you, forever, right?” 

“i wouldn’t be a good ruler, primrose. i’d get too angry on the throne, too hot-headed to be the ruler the kingdom needs. i’d kill everyone that pissed me off too much, don’t you think?” besides, he was never trained to be on the throne; his parents never thought it would get to that. it would be them until they passed, and then it would be his sister and her children. jack was never meant to be on the throne... and then his parents died, and he killed his sister, and thomas was-- dead. the only heart left was him, but he didn’t want to be king. he really wouldn’t be any good at it. “yeah, prim, me and you forever. why don’t you sit, read something or make something whilst i work on some things for the hut. i mean i had most of it built anyway, it’s what i’ve been working on all day. and then when we have somewhere to live that’s enough i’ll start on the house.” 

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ecmotions​.

Mason couldn’t help but feel his cheeks turn a slight shade of pink at the nickname that was given to him. Elijah knew just how much he liked being called that and he definitely put it to use ever since. He almost moved his neck a little more to give Elijah more access, until he remembered just where they were. “It’s coming. I’m almost finished. I know you don’t like coming here. So, thanks for being patient.” Mason said. He turns to face the other while still being in Elijah’s arms. “Oh do I?” Mason questioned as he held the book down at his side while looking up at the other. 

“almost finished, huh baby? that mean that you can take a little break?” he asked, whispering lowly in the others ear, staying quiet in the library so others didn’t hear. elijah doubted there were many people in there at that time, but there was still some. “yeah, baby boy, you do. turn around, let me kiss you. i’ve been thinking about those lips all day whilst i’ve been busy working, mase.” he drawled, chewing on his lower lip as he looked down at the other. “don’t you want to kiss me, elijah?”

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ecmotions​.

open to: m/f/nb 20+ plot: my muse is doing research in the library while your muse comes in who my muse just so happens to know. Though, instead of doing studying that my muse had come to do yours has a slightly different reason as to why they wanted to come here. Connection: ex, fwb, partner, etc.

Mason had been doing some research today for his line of work. He wanted to try some new tactics and see how well that they tested. He had already been here a good hour and hadn’t really found much help from the current books he was looking through. He sighs as he gets up from his chair and walks over to the fitness sections of the library. He was putting some books back when he nearly dropped a few on the floor after being startled by a pair of arms wrapping around his waist. He turned his head a bit to see who it was and let out a small sigh then. “You nearly scared the shit off of me!” Mason hissed quietly since they were in the library.

elijah was bored shitless, and he had already dealt out to most of his clients that day. he knew mason was at the library studying, and whilst he’d never set foot in the library, good maps was easy enough to use to find it’s location. he ran up behind mason, wrapping his arms around him tightly and pulling him close, “did i, baby boy? sorry about that.” elijah chuckled softly, his lips moving to kiss at the others neck softly. “how’s the studying coming along? you nearly done? you look hot holding a book, studying, researching. kinda hard to resist, man.” 

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hedonistiics​.

—  open to  »  female muses  —  muse  »  roman campbell. 21 - 26. tattoo artist & drug dealer. —  connections  »  ex gf, fwb, best friend’s gf, step sister, anything that fits.

entering the house party, roman had every intention of selling what he had in the backpack slung over his shoulder and then getting the hell out of there. the money had to be delivered tomorrow and this was his last chance to make it, which resulted in him being a man on a mission. however after greeting some familiar faces and getting further into the party, his eyes caught an unmistakable figure on a table in the living room, dancing to the heavy beat. clearly drunk of her ass or maybe even high on something, the jealousy roared within him at seeing other men’s gazes locked on her, as she looked to be getting ready to take off her dress. she wasn’t even supposed to be here, yet there she was… the life of the party, looking fucking gorgeous and he was unable to look away. suddenly roman’s plan for the night was derailed, as he shot through the crowd when the hem of her dress reached too high for his liking. “off we go,” he said as if speaking to a child, grabbing her waist and lifting her off the table. when her feet were somewhat solidly on the floor, roman’s lips were at her ear, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he questioned with his hand on her upper arm, dragging her behind him through the crowd, towards the downstairs guest bedroom. 

“what the hell are you doing, roman?” renee hissed as she was pulled down from the table that she was having fun dancing on. the party was something she’d been looking forward to for a few days, and she found herself not holding back. renee had drank a lot, took a pill from a friend and soon found herself dancing on the table. she didn’t see the eyes on her, or feel the hands pulling up her dress; not really. not until roman was pulling her down and she was adjusting her dress and pulling the hem back down. “i’m having some fucking fun, for once, and it was meant to be without you here.” they hadn’t ended on good terms, partially due to things like this happening on a regular basis. renee was pulled through the crowd, the hand on her holding her hard. “let go of me! you’re hurting me, roman!” he didn’t, until they found themselves in the guest bedroom and she was glaring at him. “seriously, how are you still so controlling? you’re not my boyfriend anymore. you made that pretty clear.” 

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gccdbyelovc​.

as much as primrose wanted to believe what he was saying, she still wasn’t sure if he was right. she hoped that he was. the girl that primrose was and the one that she was now felt like a million miles apart but she thought that, that was for the better. she had grown up. she had lost that naivety that she had, had when she met jack. “would they ever stop looking for you, though? you - i mean - it was a mess back there..” she still had nightmares of the last time they were at the palace. “yeah, i’d like that.” primrose smiled, nodding her head, “ i’d really, really like that, jack.” she wrapped his arms around her neck, “i lived in the forrest long enough to know how to survive. we’ll make it work.” 

“they need to move on from the search eventually, or the kingdom would never move on. never accept whoever they’ve put on the throne. there’s no hearts left alive, which means the kingdom has to accept another suit ruling it. it’s a lot to ask, we’re all so different. they need the kingdom to forget that there’s one heart left alive, so no one tries to get me on the throne, and have them accept the new rulers. it’s what i’d do, anyway.” jack answered with a shrug, his fingertips gently carding through primrose’s hair. “we’ll definitely make it work, and you’re going to make our home look absolutely beautiful, i know it. i’ll help with painting and stuff if we do that, you just pick the colours and everything else.” 

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gccdbyelovc​.

“well i’m sorry that i can’t fucking compartmentalise this shit! this isn’t normal. and i’m not just going to snap back to thinking it was just normal.” he didn’t know how to switch his brain off, not like she seemed too. he couldn’t understand how anyone could go through life knowing everything that she seemed to know. he nodded, slightly, as the other spoke. but he couldn’t help but get annoyed at what she said next. “oh fuck off.” tommy huffed, rolling his eyes, “did i ever say that? i just wanted fucking answers, lis. that’s it. i never said i didn’t want to see you again.”

“are you even listening to me? i don’t expect that. at all. and i’m not saying that it is normal for you, or asking you to make it your new normal. i’m just saying maybe not when we’re trying to fucking get somewhere safe so that we don’t get fucking attacked?” she spat back with venom, hating that tommy was putting words in her mouth and inferring meanings that she wasn’t saying. “and i will give you them once we’re inside! we’ll be there in like, two minutes. it’s just up this fire escape, tommy.” she sighed, climbing up the staircase before stopping about three floors up, opening the window and climbing into the apartment. it was where she lived most of the time, the base of her operations. “yeah? well you’re acting like it.”

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reverse starter call! like this, and i’ll reply to one or more of your open starters!

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gccdbyelovc​.

primrose wanted, more than anything, that dream life with jack. she wanted the two of them to have the life that they deserved together. but it wasn’t that easy. and she wasn’t as optimistic as she had once been … not anymore. “this would be a pretty amazing place to live..” she nodded before she looked back up at jack. he was the love of her life. her entire life had changed since meeting him and there was nothing that would happen which would make her regret that. he was everything to her. “and you don’t think that they’ll find us here?” 

“i think that if they were going to find us, we’ve been here or in this area long enough that they would have already. either they’ve stopped looking for us, or we’ve lost them. either one is a win for us.” he spoke softly as he wrapped strong arms around her, pulling her close. “we can do this here primrose, we can build a life for ourselves. i’ll build, you can decorate. you’d like that, right? we might not have access to much but there’s a town not far away, we can sneak there to get what we really need. the rest we can live off the land, we’re experienced enough at it now, no?”

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gccdbyelovc​.

“i get that and i’m coming. alright. but i’m not just going to get it all squared away in a matter of fucking minutes. no matter what you might think!” if it wasn’t for the attack the two of them had just suffered, he would have walked away from her. he wouldn’t have wanted to be around any of this for too much longer. “Where are we going?” He asked, because he definitely didn’t recognise the way that they were going. 

“i don’t expect that! i just need to get us somewhere safe before i can explain anymore, or answer any questions, or allow you to have a fucking mental breakdown over this.” did he really think that lis was just trying to brush something so huge under the carpet and not allow him time to adjust to this huge, new information? the less they spoke the more chance they had of getting away safely, and right now that is what annalise was worried about. “i have an apartment around here, a safehouse of sorts. we can lay low until the sun is up and they can’t get you anymore. then you never have to see me again, alright?” 

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nonverbal  meme  prompts ↪  they  seem  few  &  far  between,  so  i  tried  to  come  up  with  as  many  scenarios  as  i  could  think  of  where  dialogue  wasn’t  a  necessary  starting  point.  some  are  more  uh  specific  than  others  /  drabble-y,  but  they’re  all  dialogue-free  (  tho  ofc  this  does  not  necessarily  extend  to  the  response  itself  ).  to  reverse  who  sends  what,  send  ‘  [  prompt  ]+  ’  !  alter  any  as  you  see  fit,  &  lemme  know  if  anything’s  unclear  ♡

[  pull  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  closer  to  them

[  touch  ]  sender  places  their  hand  affectionately  on  receiver

[  guide  ]  sender  helps  receiver  through  a  difficult  video  game

[  lean  ]  sender  leans  on  receiver

[  pierce  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  piercing  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  sit  ]  sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap

[  spar  ]  sender  pins  receiver  down  in  a  practice  fight

[  cook  ]  sender  makes  food  for  receiver

[  slide  ]  sender  pushes  an  item  across  the  table  to  receiver

[  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  (  lips,  cheek,  forehead,  hand,  etc  )

[  lead  ]  sender  leads  receiver  someplace

[  wound  ]  sender  injures  muse  in  a  fight  (  practice  or  real  )

[  snap  ]  sender  takes  a  photo  of  receiver  (  candid  or  posed  )

[  drape  ]  sender  drapes  their  arm  around  receiver’s  shoulders

[  bullet  ]  sender  takes  a  bullet  for  receiver  (  literal  or  figurative  )

[  nap  ]  sender  falls  asleep  against  receiver

[  teeth  ]  sender  bears  teeth  at  receiver

[  trace  ]  sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  scars

[  cocktail  ]  sender  makes  /  gives  receiver  a  cocktail

[  comfort  ]  sender  comforts  receiver  when  they  are  upset  /  crying

[  bouquet  ]  sender  surprises  receiver  with  a  bouquet

[  massage  ]  sender  gives  receiver  a  massage  (  planned,  spontaneous,  full  body,  shoulder,  etc  )

[  mentor  ]  sender  takes  muse  under  their  wing

[  tattoo  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  tattoo  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  dare  ]  receiver  acts  out  a  dare  from  sender

[  hug  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  a  hug

[  phone  ]  receiver  sees  sender  smiling  at  something  on  their  phone

[  popcorn  ]  sender  makes  popcorn  for  a  movie  night

[  wake  ]  sender  tries  to  wake  receiver

[  groom  ]  sender  tries  to  make  receiver  look  more  presentable

[  flower  ]  sender  places  a  flower  behind  receiver’s  ear

[  sad  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  sorrowfully

[  playlist  ]  sender  curates  a  playlist

[  fashion  show  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  choose  an  outfit

[  shield  ]  sender  steps  between  receiver  and  danger

[  bandage  ]  sender  helps  bandage  up  receiver’s  wounds

[  duel  ]  muses  get  into  a  fight

[  fear  ]  sender  finds  receiver  having  a  nightmare

[  hold  ]  sender  holds  receiver’s  hand

[  bruise  ]  sender  finds  receiver  with  a  bruise  /  tries  to  help  receiver  cover  up  a  bruise

[  brush  ]  sender  brushes  /  styles  /  dyes  receiver’s  hair

[  portrait  ]  receiver  paints  a  portrait  of  receiver

[  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in

[  wow  ]  sender  does  something  to  really  amaze  receiver

[  glare  ]  sender  is  still  hurt  after  an  argument

[  roast  ]  muses  roast  marshmallows  together  /  make  s’mores

[  shoot  ]  muses  attend  a  game  of  paintball

[  diary  ]  receiver  writes  a  journal  entry  about  sender  (  maybe  they  find  it  ?  )

[  dance  ]  sender  whisks  receiver  onto  to  ‘  dance  floor  ’  (  can  be  actual  or  pretend  )

[  rest  ]  sender  rests  their  chin  on  receiver’s  head  /  shoulder

[  manicure  ]  sender  paints  receiver’s  nails

[  tuck  ]  sender  tucks  in  receiver’s  shirt,  hair  behind  ear,  etc

[  chin  ]  sender  lifts  receiver’s  chin  up

[  lap  ]  sender  puts  their  feet  in  receiver’s  lap

[  write  ]  receiver  writes  sender  a  note

[  play  ]  muses  play  a  board  game  /  card  game  together

[  glance  ]  receiver  catches  sender  looking  at  them

[  ill  ]  sender  takes  care  of  receiver  when  they  are  unwell

[  hearth  ]  sender  lights  a  fire

[  tap  ]  sender  taps  receiver  on  the  shoulder

[  bake  ]  muses  bake  together

[  read  ]  sender  reads  to  receiver

[  study  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  study

[  push  ]  sender  pushes  receiver  in  anger

[  skill  ]  receiver  tries  to  assist  sender  in  learning  a  new  skill

[  coated  ]  receiver  finds  sender  covered  in  blood

[  gesture  ]  sender  motions  for  receiver  to  follow  them

[  downpour  ]  receiver  finds  sender  out  in  the  rain

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@drcgnrider​ liked for a starter, the last time by taylor swift.

she had asked him, no told him, that she had to be at the top of his list, his top priority. asking something like that of daemon was never particularly going to end well, but lucky for rhaenyra, he could lie. “rhaenyra, you are at the top of my list. you and any babe that you bare me. all i do, all i have done since we married is for YOU. for your kingdom, for our future.” it was mostly for himself, wishing himself a son by the queen, wishing her on the iron throne so he could be king consort and manipulate his wife into making the decisions and the hard calls that he would make. she was trying to choose peace, but peace didn’t win wars or thrones, it didn’t even save people. they had attempted peace, and yet here rhaenyra stood with one less son in the world. he cared little for the boys she had bore before him, especially so obviously illegitimately. daemon planned to have the queen bare his own sons, and have them be the heirs to the iron throne... getting rid of the other children was something he was hoping that war would take care of. “what has brought this on?”

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gccdbyelovc​.

“here?” primrose repeated, looking out over the lake. she thought that this place was amazing. she had felt the most safe, the most comfortable since the two of them had arrived there. this was not how she had ever thought her life would turn out. on the run, with a man who had always scared her a little - before she had known him. but now, she would do anything if it meant that she could be with jack. “you think that you can do that?” she asked him, looking around them. “what would - i mean, what would we need to do? how would we manage while you build the thing?” 

“yes, here.” he answered softly, a little smile coming to his lips as jack watched primrose. “i can do it, and i can set up a temporary little home for us in the meantime. it won’t be anything spectacular, but it’ll be a home with somewhere for us to sleep, and eat until i get the main thing built.” jack hadn’t taken on such a huge project before, but he had always been good with his hands, with the physical stuff. “we’ve lived off the land long enough, it’d just be a little longer until the house is built and we can slowly add all the commodities that we want.”

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gccdbyelovc​.

“why are you snapping at me? this isn’t an ordinary situation! i’m allowed to be irate!” he really couldn’t understand why she would think that this would be something that he would just take on the chin. this felt completely crazy to him and he could not even begin to get his head wrapped around any of it. “this is - this is insane!” tommy growled, shaking his head. he knew that he was saying the same thing over and over again but he couldn’t help it. “and i’m following, alright.” 

“because right now, your life is in danger and i’m trying to get you to safety! that’s what i’m concentrating on right now, safety. staying alive. i know that this is an extraordinary situation, and i’m sorry for snapping at you but i’m just---” she sighed, running a hand through her hair, “i need you to be safe, tommy. i know it’s insane, it’s not normal, i get that and i’m sorry for throwing you in the deep end.” annalise was moving quickly, hoping tommy could keep up as she took the back streets through the town, to one of her safehouses.

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@gccdbyelovc​

“we could have a house here, primrose. on the lake. just you and i.” jack spoke softly, after many moments of silence had fallen between them. he looked out at the calm water, and for some reason it made his brain calm. all the anger, the hatred that ran through his mind, his veins all of the time was stilled by being near the water. “i’ll build one. i know i’m not very bright, but i know how to do that shit. i’ll build you the house of your dreams, and we’ll never have to run again.” finally he looked at her, bright eyes looking over primrose. “what do you think?”

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gccdbyelovc​.

“but that isn’t normal.” tommy retorted. even if it was her normal, it wasn’t normal in the grand scheme of things. he thought that, that was pretty clear. surely she had to know that too? this was far too intense for tommy to properly get his head wrapped around. he had no idea what to think, what to do. but he knew that he didn’t really have time to think about it, either. he needed to do what she needed from him. “that - what? you can’t just dump that on me and leave it at that, lis!” he called after her, shaking his head. “alright. alright. lets go.” 

“i know it isn’t normal for most people tommy, i know that.” she spoke as they moved, clenching her jaw at his words. “i know that! we need to get somewhere safe right now, before i can explain anymore or answer any of your questions.” lis answered, it was clear she was frustrated just like he had been with her dumping this on him. annalise didn’t want to do it like this, she had been trying to drop hints for what felt like months. but now was when they had been attacked, so now it had to be dropped on him. it was unfortunate, but it was what it was. “i’m trying to get us to safety, more explanation can come after that.”

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@dragontwiins​ liked for a starter, from eden by hozier.

they reminded him so much of their mother, it pained daemon to look at them on the bad days, but they were just as HEADSTRONG as their mother, and neither would give up on their father. daemon was secretly thankful for it, it made it difficult for him to brush them to the side whilst he worked on his next hairbrained scheme. daemon is an extremely talented warrior, the wielder of DARK SISTER and a dragonrider... he will use his daughter, his family in schemes if needed, do whatever he sees fit; but they are his daughters and they have his heart. daemon would kill anyone for even looking at them wrong if it suited him, for uttering words behind the family’s back. “people say that you and your sister are tragic, sweet child, but there is something MAGIC about you and your sister. the blood that runs through your veins has the magic of old valyria. nobody can ever take that away from you. do NOT let them.” it was rare, for him to be so open with his daughters but it was needed now. they needed to know how important they were, and how nobody (aside from himself) could speak about them as though they have little importance.