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the receiver has told the sender that they haven't slept for several days due to intense nightmares, and asks them to stay the night so that they might be able to sleep. send in " i stayed. " for the receiver to waken the next morning and find the sender to still be sitting by their bedside, having stayed the whole night to ensure they slept.

alternatively, send in " you stayed. " for the sender to waken the next morning and find the receiver is still sitting by their bedside, having stayed the whole night to ensure they slept.

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prompt list i. ♡

Reviving the meme!

angst.

“(Name)! Open the door!”

“I can’t pretend anymore.”

“How could you ask me that?”

“You lied to me!”

“You can’t see me.”

“If I’m a monster, what are you?”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re scaring me.”

“Get the hell out.”

“I thought you were dead.”

“I’m not losing you again.”

“Why do you care?”

“Don’t you dare walk out that door.”

“You’re not safe here.”

“That sounds a lot like ‘goodbye.’”

“You broke my heart.”

“What is this? What are we really?”

“I’m sorry but.. who are you?”

“Why aren’t you with her?”

“Don’t shut me out.”

“This isn’t you.”

“You’ve hurt me enough already.”

“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

“I won’t forgive you for this.”

“There was never an ‘us.’”

“I never loved you.”

“It was never supposed to come to this.”

“Do you really think I’m happy?”

fluff & romance.

“Tell me again.”

“Marry me.”

“Do you trust me?”

“It’s freezing. Come here.”

“I’ve got you.”

“Because I love you.”

“Don’t ever let me go.”

“I’ve loved you for years.”

“Stay. Please.”

“I can’t imagine my life without you in it anymore.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Always.”

“Look, a shooting star! Make a wish.”

“Is that.. my shirt?”

“I think I love you.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Can I stay with you?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Take my bed tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“It made me think of you.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“You’re basically a marshmallow. Perfect for cuddling.”

“It’s always been you.”

“Move over.”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Truth or dare?”

“I could kiss you right now.”

“I love you, but stop talking.”

“Quit it! You’re hogging the blankets!”

“I’d hurt anyone who ever left a scar on you.”

“You’re cute when you’re half asleep.”

“Did you just hit me? With a pillow? Oh. It’s on now.”

“Why did you choose me?”

“Are you.. blushing?”

“Take my hand.”

concern & upset.

“You’re shaking.”

“Call me when you get this. It’s urgent.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“What happened back there?”

“Wake up. Please wake up.”

“Let me help you.”

“Shh. Come here. It’s just a nightmare.”

“Don’t touch me!”

“Please don’t leave me alone.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

“Hear that? I’m alive. I’m right here.”

“I don’t want your apology.”

“Stop pretending like everything is fine!”

“Have you lost your damn mind?”

“I’m begging you. Please.”

“You’re going to be okay. Everything is going to be fine.”

“I know hurts, but you have to stay awake, okay?”

“Of course I care.”

“You’re safe now.”

“How much did you have to drink?”

“Let me take you home.”

“What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt.”

“Shh. Don’t cry.”

“You need to rest.”

dramatic.

“I can’t feel my legs.”

“Put the gun down.”

“I’ll do it even if it kills me.”

“Let her/him go!”

“Take me instead.”

“Don’t touch her/him.”

“How is this possible? I watched you die.”

“Break them.”

“(Name)! Take my hand!”

“Don’t you die on me!”

“Open your eyes!”

“What have you done?”

“Save yourself.”

“You’re not gonna die on me.”

“Lucky shot.”

“Why can’t I see you?”

“Come back to me.”

“I’ve already lost her once. I won’t lose her again.”

“Get out of here! It’s a trap.”

“What are you doing here? It’s too dangerous!”

“Do you want to die?”

“Helps on the way. You just have to hold on a little longer.”

sassy.

“Bite me.”

“I didn’t believe you cared.”

“You’re jealous.”

“Hmm. So you do have feelings.”

“I dare you.”

“You may be attractive, but I’m not sleeping with you.”

“You know what? Forget it.”

“Did you really think I’d fall for that?”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“I don’t recall asking for your opinion on the matter.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Watch me.”

“I’m fully capable of kicking your ass.”

“How did my back feel when you stabbed me?”

“Don’t let the door hit you on your way out.”

“If you want me, come and get me.”

“Such poison from a pretty, honeyed mouth.”

“You’re dead.”

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[guy who keeps dying and coming back voice] Why does everyone look so upset lol

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Memento Mori Gold Skeleton Casket Pendant, Made in France, 16th century

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A couple of changes which I have never done before, but for a few reasons, I have sadly decided to follow:

- I am now changing this blog to private and mutuals only

- I am no longer open to shipping (unless we have been writing for a long time) from this day forward

Thank you! Let me know if you need any clarification 😊

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more injury prompts bc reasons

INJURED

“  no— stop.  go on ahead.  i can take care of this myself.  ”

“  fuck.  i think something’s wrong.  ”

“  shit it hurts.  i can’t move.  ”

“  i don’t think i can keep going like this.  ”

“  is that my blood?  that’s my blood…  ”

“  if i tell you to leave me behind,  would you listen?  ”

“  well.  there goes my favorite shirt.  ”

“  it feels like i can’t breathe i—  ”

“  how bad is it— wait don’t tell me. i don’t think i wanna know.  ”

“  i can’t feel it.  ”

“  i don’t wanna sound like a wimp but this is really freakin’ me out.  ”

“  i’m scared.  please don’t…please don’t let me die.  ”

“  it’s okay.  think i can walk.  ” 

“  i’ll be okay but i’m gonna need to get this bandaged and fast.  ”

“  is this the part where i’m supposed to be heroic and say it’s just a scratch?  ”

“  i think i’m going into shock.  ”

“  i was just trying to be brave.  like you.  ”

BYSTANDER

“  please be okay,  please be okay. fuck!  ”

“  well this isn’t how i pictured i’d be sweeping you off your feet.  ”

“  i can’t get to it to stop bleeding— it won’t stop.  ”

“  okay,  i’m gonna keep some pressure on this and we’re gonna get you some help,  alright?  ”

“  no.  don’t move.  you need to stay still.  ”

“  i’m sorry—  i was gonna try to help but it happened so fast.  ”

“  please don’t die i really don’t need that kind to trauma right now.  ”

“  if it hurts,  good.  it means you’re still going.  now just hold on a little longer.  ”

“  no,  shit.  fuck okay.  we’re gonna fix you i promise.  ”

“  shit shit shit shit.  ”  

“  i dunno what i’m supposed to do— what do i do?!  ”

“  you’re going into shock,  alright?  i need you to just focus on my voice.  ”

“  no— don’t take the fucking knife out.  ”

“  fuck.  that’s a lot of blood.  ”

“  jesus christ i am not prepared for this.  ”

“  if you die for me i’m gonna be really fucking mad keep your eyes open.  ”

“  you shouldn’t have done that.  fuck.  ”

“  you did really good.  i’m proud of you. just relax now.  ”  

“  if you die it’ll be like my villain origin story so.  don’t die.  ”

ATTACKER

“  you bleed so pretty,  don’t you think?  ”

“  shit— shit i didn’t mean to…  ”

“  huh.  i thought it’d take more than that to bring you to your knees.  ”

“  this really isn’t personal,  you know.  ”

“  i could’ve made this quick and painless if you hadn’t tried to fight me.  ”

“  this didn’t have to happen.  ”

“  why did you get in the way?!  ”

“  oh fuck,  i’m sorry.  i’m so sorry!  ”

“  after all this time.  and it was so easy.  ”

“  if you want to live,  don’t follow me.  ”

“  next time,  i’ll go for the heart.  ”

“  i told you to stay out of my way.  ”

“  i know you’re probably about to go into shock so pay attention.  don’t take the knife out.  this won’t kill you if you stay down and let me go.  ”

“  are you really still trying to fight?  ”

“  stay down!  ”

“  shh-sh-sh just breathe.  it’ll all be over soon.  ”

“  i’m sorry.  i wish i didn’t have to do this.  ”

“  you brought this on yourself.  ”  

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                    𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 :: 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 :: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄  :: 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓

         ”𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥?“ 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴. 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮; 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤.  “𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 – 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

        𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦.

                         { 𝘕𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘖𝘊 :: 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 }

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"are you ok" no i want neck kisses

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apparently nothing..

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a comprehensive list of scenarios

feel free to combine multiple prompts or add  “ + reverse ”  to switch roles !   for reference, the one sending in the prompt is the one committing the action.

1.  GUEST :  for one muse to offer the other a place to stay. 2.  STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. 3.  MEDIC :  for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured. 4.  SURPRISE :  for one muse to come home and find the other already inside. 5.  TRIP :  for both muses to road trip or travel together. 6.  BABYSIT :  for one muse to help the other home while they’re drunk. 7.  INSOMNIA :  for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am. 8.  AMBUSH :  for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy. 9.  DANCE :  for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party. 10.  STRANDED :  for one muse to help the other who’s stranded on the road. 11.  SERVICE :  for one muse to cover the cost of something for the other. 12.  SAFEGUARD :  for one muse to save the other from being hit by a vehicle or from some other life-threatening event. 13.  DAZE :  for one muse to wake somewhere and find the other hovering over them. 14.  STOWAWAY :  for one muse to find the other hiding on the same ship. 15.  TAXI :  for both muses to share the same taxi ride. 16.  MAKEOVER :  for one muse to help the other with a new outfit or hairstyle. 17.  LIFEGUARD :  for one muse to rescue the other from drowning. 18.  DISASTER :  for both muses to work together to escape a fire, flood, or other disaster. 19.  TRANSIT :  for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport. 20.  SPRAIN :  for one muse to carry the other after spraining their ankle. 21.  EMPLOY :  for one muse to be hired as the other’s bodyguard, tutor, assistant, etc. 22.  QUEST :  for one muse to help the other with a task in exchange for compensation. 23.  SOOTHE :  for one muse to calm the other during a panic attack. 24.  RECOVER :  for one muse to return the other’s lost belonging. 25.  UMBRELLA :  for one muse to share their umbrella with the other on a rainy day. 26.  HEAL :  for one muse to nurse the other back to health from a sickness or injury. 27.  NIGHTMARE :  for one muse to comfort the other after a nightmare. 28.  REUNION :  for one muse to run into the other again after a long time. 29.  PRIZE :  for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival. 30.  NUDE :  for one muse to walk in on the other while they’re changing. 31.  BED :  for both muses to wake in the same bed, naked or fully clothed. 32.  TRAIL :  for one muse to notice the other has been following them. 33.  EVADE :  for one muse to pull the other into an alleyway to escape their pursuer. 34.  THIEF :  for one muse to confront the other after having something stolen by them. 35.  CAUGHT :  for one muse to walk in on the other singing / dancing. 36.  FESTIVE :  for both muses to decorate for a special occasion. 37.  PRESENT :  for one muse to give the other a  (birthday)  gift. 38.  WEARY :  for one muse to wake up after falling asleep on the other. 39.  CAPTIVE :  for one muse to hold the other against their will. 40.  SNAP :  for one muse to yell at or push the other out of frustration. 41.  SLEEPOVER :  for one muse to stay the night at the other’s place. 42.  TRESPASS :  for one muse to trespass on the other’s property. 43.  BREAK-IN :  for one muse to discover the other robbing their place. 44.  MERCY :  for both muses to come across an injured animal. 45.  UNKNOWN :  for both muses to wake and find themselves in a strange place. 46.  ACCOMPLICE :  for one muse to assist the other at the scene of a crime. 47.  ASTRAY :  for both muses to take a detour and lose their way. 48.  RELAX :  for both muses to share a hot tub or hot spring. 49.  MUSE :  for one muse to model for the other’s art project. 50.  ACCOMPANY :  for one muse to give the other an extra ticket to an event. 51.  SALVAGE :  for one muse to retrieve the other’s belongings from a thief. 52.  MEAL :  for both muses to prepare and share a meal together. 53.  CEMETERY :  for one muse to find the other at a gravestone. 54.  REFUGE :  for one muse to shelter the other from enemies. 55.  ARRANGED :  for both muses to date or marry out of convenience. 56.  FAVOR :  for one muse to owe the other a favor. 57.  VACATION :  for both muses to book the same hotel on vacation. 58.  DEFEND :  for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants. 59.  CATCH :  for one muse to return the other’s pet that escaped. 60.  RESTRICTED :  for both muses to sneak into someplace they’re not supposed to be.

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We’ll lay here for years or for hours So long we’d become the flowers Two corpses we were, two corpses I saw

-In A Week by Hozier

HERE IT IS! Took me two and a half months but its done! This was inspired by both the song, my love of all the weeds that grow in unused spaces, and it’s also a love letter to decay, which doesn’t get enough positivity tbh. Decay is cool shit. [s6 print]

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𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 

from this generator.

❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜ ❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ ❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜ ❛ was it you? did you do all this? ❜ ❛ i don’t know how you do this every day… ❜ ❛ that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you’ve just met. ❜ ❛ i’m not sorry. ❜ ❛ i did warn you not to trust me. ❜ ❛ do you remember anything? at all? ❜ ❛ you’re lucky you’re cute. ❜ ❛ why don’t you just kill me? ❜ ❛ did you hurt yourself? ❜ ❛ i could show you the way. ❜ ❛ i don’t feel so good. ❜ ❛ you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. ❜ ❛ don’t go. please. ❜ ❛ you wanna know what your problem is? ❜ ❛ i’m here to drink alone. ❜ ❛ don’t run away from this. ❜ ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ ❛ i didn’t realize you were in so much pain. ❜ ❛ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❜ ❛ you wouldn’t understand. ❜ ❛ we’ve been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy. ❜ ❛ dangerous to be out so late. ❜ ❛ i hope you haven’t been standing out in the cold this whole time. ❜ ❛ i made a mistake. ❜ ❛ am i not good enough? ❜ ❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜ ❛ why did you bring me here? ❜ ❛ aren’t we in a good mood today? ❜ ❛ don’t shut me out. please. ❜ ❛ the storm’s getting worse. ❜ ❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜ ❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜ ❛ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❜ ❛ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❜ ❛ this is the part where you leave. ❜ ❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜ ❛ you stepped on my foot! ❜ ❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ ❛ we’re in completely different leagues. ❜ ❛ how did you find me? ❜ ❛ i don’t need you anymore. ❜ ❛ rough day today? ❜ ❛ snap out of it! ❜ ❛ you look better in my clothes than i do. ❜ ❛ why are you still here? ❜ ❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜ ❛ are you saying you care about me? ❜ ❛ i won’t let anyone hurt you. ❜ ❛ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❜ ❛ well, this is where i live. ❜ ❛ we’re not so different after all. ❜ ❛ how long have i been asleep? ❜ ❛ no more lies, no more secrets. ❜ ❛ can you forgive me? ❜ ❛ i thought you… i saw you get shot. ❜ ❛ why are you really here? ❜ ❛ i wish we never met. ❜ ❛ you look like you need a hug. ❜ ❛ would you run away with me? ❜ ❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜ ❛ we can stop them. i can help you. ❜ ❛ what now? i’m tired. ❜ ❛ i didn’t want you to see me like this. ❜ ❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜ ❛ if you tell me yours, i’ll tell you mine. ❜ ❛ are you threatening me? ❜ ❛ did you ever care about me? ❜ ❛ treat me like the princess that i am! ❜ ❛ i’m not leaving you. ❜ ❛ why did you come? ❜ ❛ i need your help… and you need mine. ❜ ❛ i wish i could hate you. ❜ ❛ i see you don’t recognize me. well, it was a long time ago. ❜ ❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood. ❜ ❛ i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure. ❜ ❛ there’s nothing left for me here. ❜ ❛ that is… literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. ❜ ❛ wait. i’ve heard that sound before. ❜ ❛ just try to hang on. ❜ ❛ so why’s it so important anyway? ❜ ❛ i’ll stay in tonight, thanks. ❜ ❛ we can’t keep going on like this. ❜ ❛ in about a minute, you’ll be sorry you didn’t listen to me. ❜ ❛ is this seat taken? sorry, it’s a bit crowded here. ❜ ❛ you can’t leave me here alone! ❜ ❛ i’ll believe it when i see it. ❜ ❛ why are you laughing? this is a very serious situation. ❜ ❛ i bought two. here. ❜ ❛ i’ve seen you before, walking by. ❜ ❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜ ❛ c'mon. aren’t you worried what might happen if we go? ❜ ❛ walk with me? ❜ ❛ it’s very rude to stare. ❜ ❛ how many times have i told you? you can’t visit me here. ❜ ❛ we can’t fix this. can we? ❜ ❛ are you going to kill me? ❜ ❛ it’s not like you can stop me. ❜ ❛ it’s not safe for people to see us together. ❜ ❛ take me with you. ❜ ❛ some risks are worth taking. ❜ ❛ let them go. take me instead. ❜ ❛ what do you want in exchange for it? ❜ ❛ is being drunk an excuse? ❜ ❛ promise me you won’t overreact. ❜ ❛ how can i possibly trust you? after all you’ve done. ❜ ❛ how long have you been standing there? ❜ ❛ why did you wake me? ❜ ❛ i’m not here to talk about my feelings. ❜ ❛ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ❜ ❛ for some reason, i’m attracted to you. ❜ ❛ promise me? ❜ ❛ it’s nothing, i’m just tired. ❜ ❛ i feel safe with you. ❜ ❛ i don’t need your help. ❜ ❛ i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. ❜ ❛ no way, i’m not doing that. ❜ ❛ i do care. ❜ ❛ you snore in your sleep. it’s adorable. ❜ ❛ i have a spare bed. ❜ ❛ you’re very kind. some day it’ll get you killed. ❜ ❛ you’ll always have a home with me. ❜ ❛ of course i care. you’re my family. ❜ ❛ you shouldn’t insult people that are bigger than you. ❜ ❛ i never wanted to hurt you. ❜ ❛ i swear it wasn’t me. ❜ ❛ we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. ❜ ❛ did you miss me? ❜ ❛ this isn’t just about you. it’s about what’s best for all of us. ❜ ❛ you can never admit when you’re wrong! ❜ ❛ is this what you wanted? ❜ ❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜ ❛ sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. ❜ ❛ the only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❜ ❛ i’m still learning. ❜ ❛ if you have something to say, spit it out. ❜ ❛ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ❜ ❛ i’m on your side. ❜ ❛ i risked my life for you! ❜ ❛ whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no. ❜ ❛ you can stay with me. ❜ ❛ i just need time. ❜ ❛ please don’t do this, don’t act like you care. ❜ ❛ who the hell invited you? ❜ ❛ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ❜ ❛ i just wanted to say i’m sorry. ❜ ❛ think of it as a compliment. ❜ ❛ do you ever stop being so serious and dull? ❜ ❛ it’s rare to see your kind around here. ❜ ❛ you remember me. that’s good. ❜ ❛ you’re a terrible flirt you know. ❜ ❛ are you kidding me? we’re not ‘fine’! ❜ ❛ right now i wish i was dead. ❜ ❛ i guess i should’ve told you. ❜ ❛ you’re not alone. i’m here. ❜ ❛ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ❜ ❛ knowledge is power. ❜ ❛ you scared me. ❜ ❛ well, what’s so strange about that? ❜ ❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜ ❛ i want to be there when you get what’s coming to you. ❜ ❛ just who do you think you are? ❜ ❛ you look… amazing. ❜ ❛ we’re safe, aren’t we? ❜ ❛ you know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again. ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. get away from me. ❜ ❛ i thought you’d like this. ❜ ❛ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❜ ❛ what’s that smug look for? you think you can do any better? ❜ ❛ who did you piss off this time? ❜ ❛ you should’ve thought about that before you got into a fight. ❜ ❛ i only wanted to help. ❜ ❛ you knew and you didn’t tell me? ❜ ❛ you don’t scare me. ❜ ❛ wow, look who remembered my existence. ❜ ❛ change isn’t easy. ❜ ❛ why did you help me? ❜ ❛ why do you hate me? ❜ ❛ i can’t even trust myself anymore. ❜ ❛ i was making sure you weren’t dead, since you never called. ❜ ❛ you look awful. what happened? ❜ ❛ are you here to kill me? ❜ ❛ you know you aren’t allowed in here, right? ❜ ❛ was that a friend of yours? ❜ ❛ two years later and you haven’t changed. ❜ ❛ you look like you just saw a ghost. ❜ ❛ nobody tells me what to do. ❜ ❛ you’re too scared to do it, aren’t you? ❜ ❛ come on. it can’t be that bad. ❜ ❛ i hope to repay your kindness someday. ❜ ❛ just let me do this for you. ❜ ❛ why were they coming after you? ❜ ❛ how many people have you killed? how many? ❜ ❛ how much do you value your life? ❜ ❛ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❜ ❛ don’t lie to me. ❜ ❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this. ❜ ❛ have a drink with me. ❜

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As those slim fingers ghosted across his ribcage, dancing over the intricate patterns etched there, he drew in a short breath as it sent a shiver down his spine. A content smile graced his features as he recognised the touch of his lover, leaning back against his chest and into the affections. "Hello, cara." He greeted warmly, reaching up to place his own hands on top of his and hold them lightly, still allowing room for Erik to explore. He would never get tired of the way he could make him weak with a simple touch. But the teasing feel of his lips against the shell of his ear - a light breath tickling there, another shiver - before slowly moving down the length of his neck was all he needed to want more. An encouraging moan escaped his parted lips, but his lover was already convinced -- the touches turning more earnest. With a guiding hand, they removed Mortis' shirt together and discarded it on the ground. It would soon become a pile of clothing as they rushed to connect once more, warm skin against cold; a perfect pairing.

His heartrate increased as Erik pinned him against the tree, pressing his body flush against his. Close, but not close enough -- his legs wrapping themselves around his lover's waist, pulling him in. There was no need for words as with every kiss, every lingering touch, their desire for each other was known. All he could focus on was Erik and the attention he gave him; it was as though nothing else mattered but the Wytch. And it was addictive. He always looked after him; he never had to ask. With a hitched breath, those wandering fingers found their way inside him and began moving at a pace that instantly sent jolts of pleasure throughout his body. His skin ran hot - face aflame - but the coolness of his lover was bliss every time he moved against him. A litany of delighted moans slipped free. But after a moment or so, the anticipation became too much. Golden eyes caught the attention of black ones, his request spoken with a tone of desperation. "Stop teasing, cara. I want you."

He swore under his breath at the stretch, but it soon turned into a satisfying sensation. Once Erik was fully inside him, a content sigh escaped him and he leaned forward to place a firm kiss upon his mouth -- holding it there for a few seconds before pulling back. The compliment - clear as day in his mind -, combined with the immediate fast change in pace, received a drawn-out moan from Mortis as he allowed his lover to take what he needed. "Erik," he breathed out, fingers finding their way through the back of dark locks and clutching tightly as his neck was nuzzled. "Please," his thighs gently squeezed around his waist as an indication to move faster.

@xnecromantia asked: ( the great outdoors ) - Erik / 👻୧‿︵‿︵ just fucking around !

It is truly fascinating that someone like him who always pays such keen attention to the noises of the forest ( the rustling of the leaves, the whispers of the dead ) could even be capable of averting his attention and tune out even the most violent breeze pulling at a shirt he has long since discarded. The way the sun gently cascades down and warms the earth with its rays, the way the soil reaches upwards to embrace it; nothing matters on its own, except for how it looks, sounds, feels around Mortis.

He has him pinned to the tree, his smaller body lifted up by the branches so that Erik can comfortably fit himself between his legs and touch every inch of skin his fingertips come across. Which is how this has started: a curiosity and a playfulness had taken a hold of him, quietly manifesting from the bark of the oak tree his darling lover had waited in front of ( waiting for him, sweetly, innocently, with his back turned ). Long fingers had reached out to slip beneath the fabric of his shirt and press him flush against his front, the cool kiss of his lips traveling from his ear to his neck and the way Mortis moaned both in surprise and delight was all it took for him to turn a teasing touch into loving want.

Black eyes peer at him, taking in his expression, the way his hair falls into his face and the way he instantly reaches out to tuck it back. He can sense his heart beating against the trunk and then, when he finally relents and exchanges the fingers he has been pushing in and out with himself, can feel it beating within himself. His breath shudders, no noise escaping him as he enters him bit by bit, gaze mesmorized by the pleasure overtaking the other. His hands, cold against the flushed flesh, tenderly grip his hips, picking up the pace as he nuzzles into his neck. [ You're beautiful. ], a pant, pulling out before he fills him entirely again. [ And you feel so good, my love. ]

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my fav thing about having ocs is having a basic line of lore for them but as soon as someone asks me about them I completely bullshit everything I tell them. Yeah this wasn't true like 5 minutes ago but now it is

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mxldito​:

  Coyote stared in silence for a minute, like a dog staring at an unattended ham sandwich. It was a little hard to focus with the sent of blood in the air with an ideal victim and setting right in front of them. 

  No. This guy’s already looked like he had a rough night. There was no reason to send him home feeling lightheaded and woozy on top of it. Especially if he smelled like he already lost a bit of blood to begin with. Last time they went for somebody who was already short on blood, the poor kid just didn’t make it out of bed one morning. Though, that wasn’t really their fault. Not in their opinion at least. They’ll just have to find somebody else later.

  They furrowed their brows, “I mean…shit, man. You sure you don’t want me to drop you off at a clinic or something at least? You look like a Raggedy Andy that got thrown into a lathe.” This just kind of cemented the fact that there was likely some shady shit afoot to them. Coyote had dodged the hospital numerous times when they were alive, be it dog bites, whiplash from drag racing, or being unable to think straight for weeks on end. In their strange new afterlife, everything was fixable with a quick feed and a silent getaway. “I mean…if you say so but if you get an infection or something, that’s going to have to be on you.”

  “My ride’s a bit janky, hope you don’t mind. I haven’t taken the best care of her so I apologize in advance. You can keep the window down if you need to cough up some dirt or be sick or something.” Either way it’s not like the car can get any crustier at this point. Hopefully the cover of night would be enough to hide the “weird” dark brown splotches that had engrained into the tan leather of the passenger and drivers’ seats.

  They should probably look into totally reupholstering that, preferably in black. After all, their car was where they’d drag themselves after a scrap and they had the habit of coming back with a broken nose and no tissues to bleed onto. Only a fraction of the bloodstains were from botched feedings or weird hookups with other vampires, not that it made a difference of how much of a mess it was. 

  “Let’s just get you outta here. Just tell me where to go, yeah?” They starter to walk over to their rickety old Jaguar, beckoning the man to follow, “Nice to meet you, Mylo! I’m Coyote! Like the animal donkeys hate! And before you ask, no, my mom didn’t pick it out for me.”  Digging around their pockets, they produced a set of keys, clattering heavily with the weight of various keychains.

                              “I have a fear of hospitals,” he quickly lied, hoping that they’d finally take the hint. As much as he appreciated their concern, all he wanted to do was go home and rest. “They pry too much.” Poking and prodding, the Wytch hated being the centre of attention under their ever-watchful eyes; it ignited a fury inside him that quickly rolled over into an overwhelming desire to lash out against them. They were too invasive, asking questions about him that was none of their business. A skittish animal forced into a corner with teeth bared as a warning; they were getting dangerously close. Was he really to blame? Unresolved deep-rooted trauma was a difficult burden to shake off, manifesting itself into constant paranoia that everybody was after him. He used to be such a happy and care-free individual until they burned the smile right off his face. Never again. 

                                    Now it was his turn to start the fire. 

              “Honestly, a ride is better than none.” Shrugging one shoulder, he was hardly going to refuse. They could have offered him a lift on a push bike and he would have accepted in a heartbeat. Until the many wounds littering his body properly healed, there was no way he'd be able to conjure enough energy to teleport. It required sharp concentration to execute pinpoint zoning, and right now, he could barely stand up straight; waking up from dying was extremely exhausting sometimes. As far as his past deaths went, this one was fairly tolerable. Being stabbed and swallowing handfuls of dirt was easily rectifiable. Any ripped skin and muscle healed eventually, and a few hearty coughs cleared out his lungs and throat. Broken bones, however, were significantly more demanding. It required rebuilding his form, calcifying and connecting each bone until they were successfully sturdy once more. Explaining that, however, was impossible. Some experiences were not universal.

              As they approached the vehicle, he paused to roll out his shoulders as they began to stiffen. Being buried underground for an hour - maybe more - had certainly been an uncomfortable position to stay in. His left scapula clicked, muscles creaking with the sudden use. Nothing was broken, fortunately. “Coyote,” he repeated with a light smile. “I like that. A great choice.” It was unusual, but the best people were always strange. Waiting patiently as they produced a set of keys and unlocked the vehicle, he debated the question of where to go. Anywhere, he wanted to suggest, far enough for my wounds to heal. “Would you be able to drive me towards the city, please? From there, I can find my bearings.” As far as he could tell, the drive was going to be a fair distance. Once he was well-rested from the journey, they could drop him off and he could find a quiet place to teleport. With that plan in mind, the Wytch opened up the passenger door and - with a small grunt of pain - lowered himself onto the seat. Shuffling off his backpack with gritted teeth, he shoved it between his feet before slumping back against the seat with a heavy sigh.

             “Thank you once again. You saved me a...” he trailed off as he glanced up at the rear-view mirror, taking in the presence of an individual sitting in the back seat. They stared straight back at him, their dull eyes set in the hollows of taut, grey skin. Although no noise was made, he could sense their inner turmoil; they exuded desperation and fear. Despite the limited view, curiosity had him tracing the top half of their neck, noticing the significant wound inflicted there. Most of their upper body was covered in an explosion of dark blood, some of it dripping onto the leather below. But with a single blink, they disappeared. Any evidence was gone, save for the suspicious stains that he now understood their origin.  “...long walk home.” With a short look towards Coyote, he wondered whether they knew somebody had died in their car. He started to suspect the reason was more sinister, but he wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt. 

               “...Um, so-” he added, reaching besides him to wind down the window and allow some much-needed air in. There was a strong stench of iron and decomposition in here. “-are you local then?” A local killer, perhaps. Out of the frying pan into the fire; he wanted to laugh at the irony. But he kept a stoic expression, relaxing into the seat and ignoring the bombardment of various energies radiating from fragmented souls. Each stain told a story, but he refused to listen. It would drive him crazy, otherwise. With a quiet huff, he anticipated the longest journey of his life.