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[ indie emma cullen from mag7. oc friendly. 19+ no rules other than the norm. ] there are more things in heaven and earth than are deamt of in your philosophy.

[morememesforall]

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

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[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[aculling]

‘ i hate sleeping alone. ’ - from Tony, just go ham I'm down for ANYTHING

“It’s terrible,” is her quiet agreement, almost lost in her softness. But she’s learned that Tony is very adept at listening as much as he is speaking. Proved it enough to her that she feels confident in his understanding.

The room offers nothing in the sense of homeliness. Perhaps once: it was warm. Candles lit the walls in gentle washes, flickering across the surface, potted plants full of life and the echo of a content marriage. Now most of her botanicals have perished; a birds of paradise weeps in the corner and a chinese evergreen withers in its leaves. It speaks for itself. The worst is the bed unkempt and cold.

Only ghosts sleep there now.

“S’worse if you’re not used to it.” She folds a blanket into her arms over and over until it’s small, face pinched. She’s been ragged; hair out of place and sweat living along her hairline. The couch promises another lonely slumber come nightfall. “It’s real nice of you to visit again,” Emma starts, body language clear: avoidance. “And I appreciate the concern.” She falters and decides to settle the blanket over the top of the couch instead. It’s a show. “But you really didn’t need to come by. Everything you’ve done... has been plenty.” 

Matt had never told her that he’d been close to his boss - or at least, not close enough to warrant his worries and wanders.

[aculling]

❝ This land is poisoned with the stench of greed. It’s in the air, it’s in the dirt, it’s in the water and the fire. ❞

The word he’s looking for supplies into her head easy enough:

Bogue.

Her face turns stern and she locks her jaw into a hard, line ridge. Still, she nods in agreement because what is he if not right? The world grows tired of them and yet is forced to produce their wants over their needs: gold, for wealth, cattle, for status, metal, for power. A looping circuit, electrified. She fears and detests it in the same breath.

“You’re right on that, sir.” Emma regards him; he’s young enough with a kind face. Honesty threatens in his eyes. She’d trust him if she knew him better. “Wise words, for a man in a bar.” A brow ticks up to face their surroundings, and she juts her chin inquisitively at him. “You won’t find much praising for it here, unfortunately.”

[harvestingred-archived]

Costume test for Haley Bennett as Emma Cullen in The Magnificent Seven.

[littlelovelymemes]

(   *   &.   –   DAUGHTER  LYRIC  STARTERS .

HOW .

‘  how long must i wait for you?  ’

‘  how long must i wait for you to become what i need?  ’

‘  how long before the last dance?  ’

‘  how come he’s the one to let me down?  ’

SMOTHER .

‘  i want all that is not mine.  ’

‘  i want him, but we’re not right.  ’

‘  they will all agree i’m a suffocate.  ’

‘  i should go now quietly.  ’

‘  what a mess i leave to follow.  ’

‘  i’m sorry if i smothered you.  ’

CANDLES .

‘  take me away into the night.  ’

‘  i’ll do whatever you say to me in the dark.  ’

‘  blow out all the candles.  ’

‘  you’re too old to be this shy.  ’

‘  i bite my tongue and torch my dreams.  ’

‘  things cannot be reversed, we learn from the time we are cursed.  ’

‘  we both know i’ll never be your lover.  ’

HUMAN .

‘  my mind’s lost in bleak visions.  ’

‘  i’ve tried to escape but keep sinking.  ’

‘  he’s lost faith he’ll ever see again.  ’

‘  buried deep within there’s a human.  ’

‘  despite everything i’m still human.  ’

‘  i think i’m dying here.  ’

‘  i’m all ready for healing.  ’

‘  i think that i’m still human.  ’

LANDFILL .

‘  don’t think about the consequences.  ’

‘  don’t think about the choices you make.  ’

‘  this is torturous electricity between both of us.  ’

‘  this is dangerous because i what you so much.  ’

‘  i want you so much, but i hate your guts.  ’

‘  i hate you.  ’

‘  wipe away your tear stains.  ’

‘  thought you said you didn’t feel pain.  ’

MEDICINE .

‘  pick it all up and start again.  ’

‘  you’ve got a second chance.  ’

‘  you could go home.  ’

‘  escape it all, it’s just irrelevant.  ’

‘  it’s just medicine.  ’

‘  you could still be what you want to.  ’

‘  you’ve got a warm heart.  ’

‘  you’ve got a beautiful brain.  ’

‘  it’s disintegrating from all the medicine.  ’

ALONE  /  WITH  YOU .

‘  i hate sleeping alone.  ’

‘  i hate living alone.  ’

‘  talking to myself is boring conversation.  ’

‘  me and i are not friends, she is only an acquaintance.  ’

‘  i hate dreaming of being alone ‘cause you are never there.  ’

‘  i should get a dog or something.  ’

‘  i hate sleeping with you ‘cause you are never there.  ’

‘  you and i were once friends, now you’re only an acquaintance.  ’

‘  i hate dreaming of being with you.  ’

LOVE .

‘  i can’t forget it, though i’ve tried.  ’

‘  i know you regret it, you told me so many times.  ’

‘  but i still wonder why you left with her and left me behind.  ’

‘  take your hands off him ‘cause he’s the only one that i have ever loved.  ’

‘  he’s the only one that i have ever loved.  ’

‘  please don’t find her skin when you turn the lights off.  ’

‘  i can’t erase it from my mind.  ’

‘  i just reply it, think about it all the time.  ’

‘  i don’t want to imagine the words you spoke to her that night.  ’

‘  you both knew i’d be bleeding inside.  ’

‘  did she make your heart beat faster than i could?  ’

‘  did she give you what you hoped for?  ’

‘  i hope it made you feel good knowing how much i adored you.  ’

‘  you’re making me sick, love.  ’

YOUTH .

‘  it’s a waste of time.  ’

‘  if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones.  ’

‘  most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.  ’

‘  we are the reckless, we are the wild youth.  ’

‘  one day we’ll reveal the truth.  ’

‘  if you’re still bleeding, you’re the lucky ones.  ’

‘  most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.  ’

‘  we’re setting fire to our insides for fun.  ’

‘  it was a flood that wrecked this home.  ’

‘  you caused it.  ’

‘  i’m a lifeless face that you’ll soon forget.  ’

‘  my eyes are damp from the words you left ringing in my head when you broke my chest.  ’

‘  if you’re in love then you are the lucky one.  ’

‘  most of us are bitter over someone.  ’

‘  i’m forever missing him.  ’

[aculling]

me?? active on emma?? maybe

[aculling]

i feel like if i ever write emma in her modern day verse it might be a lil hard because i love character writing??? and i always get super western in her head so changing that up will be wuhEIRD

[vhsmeme]

* mini starter call

send a word for a starter. feel free to combine prompts.

‘ dial ’ for a phone call starter

‘ beep ’ for a texting starter

‘ silence ’ for a nonverbal starter

‘ sun ’ for a good morning starter

‘ moon ’ for a goodnight starter

‘ care ’ for a sick starter

‘ hurt ’ for an injured starter

‘ zzz ’ for a tired starter

‘ recovery ’ for a hospital starter

‘ heart ’ for a caring starter

‘ onion ’ for an angsty starter

‘ trouble ’ for a worrisome starter 

‘ boo ’ for a scared starter

‘ lull ’ for a comforting starter 

‘ balloon ’ for a happy starter

‘ rawr ’ for a silly starter

‘ grump ’ for a bad mood starter

[aculling]

❝ It’s a nightmare. ❞

That it is.

Emma, in her crouch, swings her gun around until it settles against her back. She won’t need it now but keeping it close keeps her heart steady and her blood quiet. She swivels to face him, the dirt beneath her heels crunching in too-telling of a way. It makes her gut swoop.

“We’ll be fine,” she breathes - quiet words for a quiet endeavor. She sets to righting her hair into a braid, fingers nimble and lightning quick. “Just follow my lead,” she tucks her hair up under her hat, and considers him sharply, feeling that flare -- “if you’re fine by that.” Most men don’t like to listen to women and that’s fine, they were raised that way.

Emma lets it slide a fair amount because she’s a stranger but in this moment, given the evidence of no plan from his side, she’s just meaning to survive. She pulls up her pant leg to pull her snug knife from her boot, and gives him a nod. 

“You n’ me’ll get out of here just swell if you follow me, alright?” She puts every ounce of imploring into her words, her face, honest and raw then and there. “We do it together or we die.”

[gunslang-a-deactivated20200607]

YOU  TELL  THEM  I’M  COMING  AND 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋  𝐈𝐒  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐌𝐄 .  / JOHN  HENRY  “DOC”  HOLLIDAY.   canon  divergent,  history  and  wynonna  earp  based,  written  by  catie.  graphic  and  mature  content  and  triggering  themes  present , follow  at  your  own  risk . graphic by banditinas .

[aculling]

❝ I would definitely rather have you on my side, than on the other. ❞

Emma offers him a small benevolent smile.

Action over words. She and Matthew had different stances on the concept. He had insisted:

An action determines the truth. He’d grab hold of her, and she’d laugh, and they’d fight for play. They speak louder than words.

Emma had insisted, but the words’re a promise. against his mouth.

But here she’s done both. So she’s gone and performed to the point of proof. What little interaction they’ve had is significant enough that he trusts her with a gun, and trusts her to not do him in. Distracted once from her task, she brings herself to resume it. Tacking the horses is a methodical process if your horse ain’t Clyde and impatient. 

“Flattery,” she starts with a hint of playfulness, “won’t get you far with them, but mayhaps with me.” 

[skellsmemes]

Quotes taken from Critical Role’s series named UnDeadwood, Part I :

❝ I bring you glad tidings of joy, of hope, of forgiveness. ❞

❝ I see weariness in your eyes. ❞

❝ I see forlorn despair, and it need not be that way. ❞

❝ There is hope for all of us, a chance to begin anew each day just as the sun rises. ❞

❝ He was perhaps not right for this town. ❞

❝ I am not afraid. I am not afraid of you or what you bring with you. ❞

❝ Each day and night I will be here to listen. ❞

❝ I hope you’ll join me. ❞

❝ SUCK MY DICK! ❞

❝ Well, that’s uncalled for. ❞

❝ Now, preferably. ❞

❝ Bless you, my Child. ❞

❝ I kind of like the church burned. It gives it character. ❞

❝ Is there anything that is weighing on your heart? ❞

❝ You know how to count to five?! ❞

❝ You drink? ❞

❝ The sun’s up isn’t it? Then it ain’t too early for a drink. ❞

❝ When in Rome… ❞

❝ That fella gives me the creeps. ❞

❝ To new friends. ❞

❝ BRING THEM THE FUCK UP! ❞

❝ Sorry to hear about your sister. ❞

❝ I don’t think you’ll make the same mistake. ❞

❝ We live by a fucking code. ❞

❝ Someone’s breaking the fucking code. ❞

❝ They all need to die. ❞

❝ What would make you think that someone of our delicate sensibilities might be suited to this particular mission of sorts? ❞

❝ After all, we are the fairer, weaker sex. ❞

❝ That derringer attached to your tight tells me you’re up to the task. ❞

❝ Oh, you do have a keen eye, don’t you? ❞

❝ Your delicate sensibilities may not be as delicate as you think. ❞

❝ I need you because I don’t trust you. ❞

❝ I don’t mind taking your money. ❞

❝ How did you get that scar? ❞

❝ I haven’t had much luck. ❞

❝ What a good heart you must have. ❞

❝ I’d ask you to produce one testicle so we could verify its size, but other things need tending to. ❞

❝ I know you need something else. ❞

❝ I would definitely rather have you on my side, than on the other. ❞

❝  A sin I hope you’ve forgiven her for. ❞

❝ These days I’m looking not be found so much. ❞

❝ This type behavior makes me fucking nervous. ❞

❝ Verify the contents or get the fuck out. ❞

❝ We definitely have our own power. It’s just a matter of knowing how to use it. ❞

❝ No, I have my own three; the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. ❞

❝ I’ll be sequestered figuring out by what position I’d like to b e fucked in the next stage. ❞

❝ I’ll leave the stories up to you. ❞

❝ Don’t be scared, darlin’. ❞

❝ Wonderful, go ahead and pray for the immortal souls of all these poor sons of bitches here, losing the rest of their life savings. ❞

❝ Now you wouldn’t want something awful to happen to me while I was out with my delicate sensibilities, would you? ❞

❝ Stay close. ❞

❝ I’m afraid you may not realize that while God is welcome in your heart, he’s not necessarily welcome in all of the hearts in this town. ❞

❝ Your good heart shines through. I just want you to be safe so your good heart keeps beating. ❞

❝ Ah, clandestine activities. I like it. ❞

❝ I don’t really honestly give a shit. ❞

❝ Someone make sure he doesn’t shoot his own face off. I swear to God. ❞

❝ It’s a nightmare. ❞

❝ This land is poisoned with the stench of greed. It’s in the air, it’s in the dirt, it’s in the water and the fire. ❞

❝ Give unto me your souls, and I will grant you power. ❞

❝ The dealer will see you now. ❞

[paramoredaily]

I’m Not Angry Anymore // Paramore

[aculling]

emma was constantly questioned do not!! blame!! her!!! for having NO FAITH. in a WHOLE DAMN TOWN no one else could take the mantle and i’m sure she blames no one for that. in the heat of the moment it’s easy to say things with a trigger tongue but no one had to do what she did. emma only felt that it was right. and wasn’t it??? any time one man stands over the rest of the population and claims greatness, all it took was one person to stand back and say no? the right always prevails and emma believes that. 

a necessary evil is a sentence brought to mind. but this wasn’t bogue -- no, it was matthew’s death. bogue would’ve continued his no-good ego-centric and cruel capitalist behaviour if he had not taken just one minute to decide that matthew would die in that street on that fine sunday. bogue was his own corruption. the database introducing itself to the virus: emma.

emma would not be a wounded woman, scorned and sad. emma feel the love and life bleed out of her, weep for it, and then collect it back up. shove it back inside without bothering to stitch it and say, “today we begin a war.” 

she was something to be speculated about. the seven questioned it but they still went with it. emma had to fight for everything!! where am i going with this!!! i love this bitch!!!

[aculling]

*[ tips hat ] my muse tipping his hat at yours from across the room. / i added my own :)))

She feels too much like a sitting duck.

Prying eyes wander. She meets them, sometimes, and other times she raises his chin just that much taller. She does no such thing as chug her beer but she sips moderately. It’ll grow warm faster than she likes and the bottom dredges will either be forced down in ugly gulps that receive heavy, ugly sighs after or left behind. Better to keep a proper head than wind up with a lost one, her mother would mind her as a child.

Emma never had that tickle in her throat for such things, but she never had the thought cross her mind that she’d wind up a widow either. 

She winds up narrowing her eyes at him. Not intentionally, and when she realizes she’s gone and done it she eases up - cloaks her face once more into neutrality, freckles uncrossing and the bridge of her nose smoothing out. Kindliness isn’t unusual - this day and age, any notice is good notice from a woman. But this is just decent camaraderie, is it not? She’s traveled with good men enough to know the distinction. 

Emma likes to think the west is changing. Growing wings and taking flight into new expansions. Women with their own trades and their own lives led separately from men. Willingly. Her paths haven’t crossed many but it’s been enough of something to give her that indication.

So because she’s the sort: she nods her head in return, chin dipped down and eyes shut. Gives him a short smile because any wider is bacon in a hound house. She tastes at her beer again, looking past the rim to regard him a midge longer before her attention returns once more to her thoughts, and her new trails to blaze. Rose Creek is roads away, and there’s many more to know; explore. She knows someday she’ll come into the company of her seven again, but this new endeavor is hers alone.

[hunnam]

[aculling]

[ eat ]

She’d been ridin’ a long time.

If she learned anything from the company of men, it was that nothin’ came free. There was a price above the heads of every good deed that cried out for plentiful bounty. And to the misfortune of many: Emma did not plan to have herself in that position again.

However, putting days into horseback travel took heavy tolls. She had saved up meat when she could find it - salting rabbit meat in the sun to dry it into tasty jerky that would last a lot longer, even if it increased her thirst. Preserving was such a tricky task and one that she did not exceed at very well, at that. 

Could she look a gift horse in the mouth, even if the wives spoke of what kind of horse he was?

Emma had a quiet streak a mile long. She could sit pretty and posed with serenity until she learned all the innards of a town. If she played her cards right in the essence of Faraday, she could learn every nasty secret the West had to offer. Arthur Morgan was not a shy name. Some let it spill from their loose lips in boisterous tones, thickened with bravado, and some spoke it like a curse as if the mere mention would drag the ghost to them. But Emma had heard many names in many sentences, all breeds of ‘em, and in the end they were just one thing:

all talk.

What had been said of Vasquez? Of Goodnight, and Bill? Someone in their life who’da encountered them would’ve had words to say about them and some of those may not have been the most humbling. To judge Arthur Morgan would be to judge her dear comrades.

“That’s kind of you,” she notes, and Clyde rumbles beneath her. He doesn’t spook easy but he’s nervous in this stranger’s proximity. The Palamino attempts a sidestep but Emma rights him with a firm heel, reaching down to pat his neck in support. “But you don’t come by that real easy.” 

Men look at her and less and less see a woman. It’s what she wants; pity does not belong in her world. If men scowl at her cotton pants and her hair done up, hidden tight to keep it from lashing in the wind, then that was their own prerogative. She’d spent too long establishing her habit to play the game of reassuring a grown babe. 

“I’d be willing to trade for it.” Emma is not unkind in her speech; just simple. Forward. Pressing the bill that this is not that sort of trade.