[adirgeforsinners]

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||Some light cleaning and dusting and it's starting to look a little bit better

[memesomething]

Bruises and Bruising

WORDS

“Where did you get those?”

“Is that…. somebody’s hand?”

“Is that… a bootprint?”

“It’ll look worse before it looks better.”

“Come on. Let’s get it wrapped up.”

“Do you want some painkillers?”

“Let me guess, I should ‘see the other guy’?”

“How’d you get a black eye?”

“I know you don’t do it on purpose, but I wish you’d stop coming home bruised.”

“I like the new look. It suits you.”

“Ouch, that looks like it hurts.”

“Talk to me.”

“You shouldn’t end up with bruises because you disagree with them. You know that, right?”

“Will you tell me how it happened?”

“Come and sit with me.”

ACTIONS

(send ‘+reverse’ to reverse the roles, or specify which muse is which!)

[sit] – sender comes and sits next to a bruised receiver. no words, just warmth.

[care] – sender provides physical care for receiver’s bruises (ice pack, wrapping them up, etc)

[shower] – sender takes one look at a bruised and bloody receiver, and goes to run them a shower. hot showers fix everything.

[offer] – sender has something they know receiver will want, and because receiver has had a bad enough day as it is, sender gives it to them. it’s the little things.

[stay] – sender offers receiver a place to stay, so that – wherever they got these bruises – they don’t have to go back.

[concussion] – sender checks receiver for a concussion, because it’s very possible receiver has one.

[home] – sender has no physical way of helping receiver out of this situation, but they offer out their hand anyway. just to hold onto (and to not let go).

[hyprmemes]

gentleness action prompts edit/interpret sender/receiver roles as you see fit

breathe - muse a holds muse b closely to help them wind down after a stressful day/event

stop - muse a holds muse b back from walking back out into the fray

melt - muse a holds muse b’s face gently, drawing circles into their cheeks with their thumbs

acceptance - muse a kisses muse b’s forehead and lingers

redemption - muse a holds muse b’s face together and rests their forehead against them

home - muse a pulls muse b closer until muse b’s face rests in the crook of muse a’s neck

finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm

classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary

honesty - muse a wipes muse b’s tears away from under their eyes

recovery - muse a rubs muse b’s back repeatedly to help work tension out their body

anxiety - muse a intertwines their fingers with muse b’s to ground themself

repose - muse a languidly slips into muse b’s arms while muse b is lying somewhere

subtlety - muse a gently brushes their hand over folds and wrinkles on muse b’s clothing

intimacy - muse a braids/brushes/works knots out of muse b’s hair

domesticity - muse a rests chin on muse b’s shoulder to read/see what they’re holding

second-nature - muse a runs their hand through muse b’s hair who’s leaning into them from behind

casual - muse a slinks their arms around muse b’s to sit closer

wounded - muse a sways muse b and themself back and forth as a soothing mechanism

care-taking - muse a rubs muse b’s arms repeatedly to get some warm into them

excuses - muse a brushes their thumb lightly against muse b’s rub some dirt/dust/etc away

courting - muse a rests one hand on muse b’s back and holds out the other for muse b to hold to help them climb up/down something

simplicity - muse a playfully runs their finger along the bridge of muse b’s nose in one swift motion

[adirgeforsinners]

Agate or gold!

|| agate: how my muse calms down

It's a number of things nowadays that bring Vincent peace. Nothing fazes him much anymore, not really, not since those first days as a Turk. But there are moments, sometimes in the heat of battle, or at night when he falls into a sleep plagued by fragmented memories of being on that operation table, body remembering his arm and other parts of his body being cut open, b̵̡͈͖͖͙̪̈̚r̵̡̙̠̠̹͔̼̻̜̅͋͜o̵͚̬͔̻̬͈̩̳̰͎̓̈́͊̚͘k̴͉̮͎͋͆̈́̿͋͗͊̀̏͝ĕ̵͚͕̫̣̝̈́̍͆̈́̂͂͠ņ̶̢͎̠̳͑̾̐͐͌̆̄̀͝ͅ, removed, rearranged, that he falls back on methods to restore a semblance of a calm.

The methodical, repetitive motions that come with years of combat training helped lull him into a calmer state. Some hours would be spent doing maintenance on his arsenal of guns, organized into neat, well organized sections. Each meticulously cleaned and reassembled with such monotonous muscle memory that he could feel the miniscule tremors that occasionally rattled his hands fade away.

When that doesn't work satisfactorily, he'd spend his time traversing the lower ridges of Mt. Nibel. Armed with a heavy caliber rifle and a case worth of ammunition, he'd camp out in those hills, hunting the few stray wolves that wandered too far down into the valley. Between the biting mountain weather and the rough terrain of the lower ridge, the comfort of -𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙, 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎, 𝚊𝚒𝚖, 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍- eased the tremor that had traveled from his hands up his spine.

𝗠𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹, 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱, 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿.

Other days, water reduced the whispers of the three still so entwined with him to nothing but white noise. It came as a shock to Tifa one afternoon when he had been in Edge, and volunteered to do the dishes at 7th Heaven, proceeding to wash every glass and dish that accumulated with the same care and precision he used when tending to his firearms. For the next week he lingered there, he sequestered himself in the kitchen, sometimes with Marlene and Denzel's assistance, other times Tifa's or on occasion Cloud's, but mostly on by his lonesome. Black leathers of his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows and 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎, 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑, 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎, 𝚍𝚛𝚢, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝.

𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁, 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹, 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿, a reminder that somewhere in there, he may still be human.

[borgevino]

absolute love corrupts absolutely

[adirgeforsinners]

also, the phase "I would break the world for you" fits so perfectly here

[screnwriter-deactivated20220724]

physical intimacy prompts

holding hands during a stressful situation

smiling in-between kisses

touching foreheads

cheek kisses

slow dancing

intertwining fingers

comparing hand sizes

resting your head on your partner's lap

piggy back rides

standing on your tip toes to reach your partner's lips

kissing your partner's wounds

forehead kisses

falling asleep on your partner's shoulder

bridal carries

spooning

rolling over in bed, switching positions during a kiss

embracing your partner

intertwining fingers when making love

pulling away from a kiss, deeply looking into each other's eyes, appreciating being here with each other before diving back in

nudging into the crook of your partner's neck

being carried/tucked into bed, after having fallen asleep on the couch waiting for your partner to come home

saying ''i love you'' in-between kisses

nose boops

back rubs

tracing fingers down your partner's chest

hand on chest during a casual conversation

bumping into each other

hugs that last longer than they should

showering together

hands around the waist

straddling your partner's thighs

helping your partner undress

playing with your partner's hair

falling asleep to your partner's heartbeat

resting a hand on your partner's back

squeezing each other's hands

sitting in your partner's lap

cupping your partner's face

tickling

linking arms with each other

exploring each other's lips

caressing your partner's face

brushing your lips together, lingering for a moment

jumping into your partner's arms

wrapping legs around your partner

tucking a strand of hair behind your partner's ear

pulling your partner into your lap

hugging from behind

lifting your partner off the ground

holding hands across the table

holding hands under the table

bear hugs

caressing your partner's hand

laying a hand on your partner's thigh

literally sharing a sweater

slapping your partner's butt

tummy kisses

feeling each other's pulse

glancing at each other's lips

falling asleep while cuddling on the couch

climbing back into bed, onto your partner's body to wake them up

[adirgeforsinners]

which fairy tale archetype are you?

the long-suffering knight

“Lancelot is: […] Probably sadistic or he would not have taken such frightful care to be gentle. […] 6. Ferociously punitive to his own body. He denies it and slave-drives it. 7. Devoted to ‘honour,’ which he regards as keeping promises and ‘having a Word.’ He tries to be consistent. 8. Curiously tolerant of other people who do not follow his own standards. He was nor shocked by the lady who was naked as a needle. 9. Not without a sense of humour. It was a good joke dressing up as Kay. And he often says amusing things. 10. Fond of being alone. 11. Humble about his athleticism: not false modesty. 12. Self-critical. Aware of some big lack in himself. What was it? 13. Subject to pity, cf. no. 3. 14. Emotional. He is the only person Mallory mentions as crying from relief. 15. Highly strung: subject to nervous breakdowns. 16. Yet practical. He ends by dealing with the Guinevere situation pretty well. He is a good man to have with you in a tight corner. […]18. Human. He firmly believes that for him, it is a choice between God and Guinevere, and he takes Guinevere. He says: This is wrong and against my will, but I can’t help it. […] People he was like: 1. Lawrence of Arabia, 2. A nice captain of the cricket, 3. Parnell, 4. Sir W Raleigh, 5. Hamlet, 6. Me, 7. Prince Rufant, 8. Montros, 9. Tony Ireland or Von Simm […] or whatever, 10. Any mad man, 11. Adam.” — TH White. Torn between guilt and devotion, he represents the late medieval anxiety of whether equal devotion to one's lady and one's liege is possible. He loves both, so he must lose both. He can only end the story happy if he either refuses to indulge his temptation or leaves this world – either for heaven or the fairy realm.

tagged by: no one, saw @omnilimit had done it and decided to jump on the bandwagon

tagging: I mean, whoever wants to, have at it

[rp-ask-memes-deactivated2026012]

please reblog this if you’re an active roleplay blog !

[rp-ask-memes-deactivated2026012]

you touch them … you HURT them …  you will not get away with it.

[queenlymusings]

                            but I promise you this:

I’ll ALWAYS look out for you.

                                 that’s what I’ll do 

[adirgeforsinners]

send me a crystal and i'll tell...

abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

agate: how my muse calms down

blue lace agate: my muse's favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.)

fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly

moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself

amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is

angel aura quartz: my muse's opinion of LGBT+ issues

apache tears: a sadness headcanon

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

apophyllite: my muse's religious/spiritual beliefs

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

calcite: my muse's social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

chalcopyrite: how my muse deals with ending relationships

charoite: who my muse looks up to

chrysocolla: a money-making headcanon

copper: how I think my muse will end up when they're older

coral: how my muse views the natural world

diamond: a sex headcanon

dolomite: a sleep headcanon

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

fluorite: what my muse's room looks like

fossil: what my muse's dream job is

galena: what it's like to be in a relationship with my muse

garnet: what my muse's perfect partner would be

gold: my muse's financial situation

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

hiddenite: how much of an "inner child" my muse has

iolite: my muse's drinking habits

jade: if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

kyanite: an anger headcanon

lapis lazuli: where 'home' is to my muse

lodestone: what kind of people gravitate towards my muse

malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

mica: what my muse views as their worst personality trait

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

mother of pearl: if my muse tends to lift people up or bring them down

nebula stone: how good my muse's memory is

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

opal: how creative my muse is

pearl: a mental health headcanon

petalite: what my muse would do if they found a wallet on the street

pyrite: a physical health headcanon

quartz: how my muse thinks other people see them

rhodonite: if my muse prefers elegance or convenience

rubellite: if my muse has any 'triggers' that inspire painful memories

ruby: a happiness headcanon

sapphire: if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

verdite: my muse's ethnicity/family history

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

zoisite: does my muse believe everything's going to work out for them in the end or not?

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[musingsiren]

    You can break my  s o u l,      take my life away,             beat me,                     hurt me,                            kill me,       but for the love of GOD       don’t touch them

[ablackwing]

【Ｆｉｎｄ　ｈｉｍ．．．】

Years had dragged by slowly for the gunner, and nearly half of that time had been spent in recuperative slumber. An explanation couldn’t be said as to why he was drawn out of his sleep and found himself crossing the continent following this pull. The reasoning continued to elude him for days, weeks, until he found himself retracing a familiar path to an equally familiar office. It couldn’t be… Surely the other had moved on by now? And yet, he only hesitated momentarily before gloved fingers wrapped around the doorknob and turned it, pushing the door open.

Sephiroth was every bit as beautiful as the last time he had laid eyes on him. The thought crashed over him like a warm wave of water and was held there as he stood in the doorway, resonating so deeply within him that Vincent figured if the dragon listened hard enough, he’d be able to hear that low thrum within him over his own quickened heartbeat.

𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝.

His mouth curved gently with a private smile that was reserved for this man alone.

“It’s good to see you.”

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HOW LONG HAD IT BEEN?

years sloughed from those broad shoulders without showing any sign of wear or tear, the way rainwater would beat at stones for hundreds of years before there was any kind of mark left behind. like damp stone, how the silver dripped with ages past, the weight of some vast awareness making them slump down. here it was, here, that he had not exactly feathered a nest for himself so much as there had been a carving out of a niche, a place to lay down a weary head. yet drifting was part of that restless nature, drawn back again and again towards other places where the silence would predominate every line of thinking, every node of firing synapses that would leave him dwelling with restfulness. with a new understanding of what had been before and what would be once again.

for his was not a sacred name, no matter what gestalt whimsy had been in place for hojo when he had named his son so fully. tree of life, wasn’t it–?

still, here was where sable and silver were left to remain, a mind that clung with tenaciousness upon the stones, the hearth. if he could not forget two from banora, one from gongaga, and one from nibelheim – nor could he forget the one wreathed in crimson with falls of strands that held all the gloss of midnight’s radiance. to him, those eyes of brilliant fractured green landed, darted, focused with pinpricks of black swelling in fields of green which had bled over from the confines of iris, broken long ago, years ago. nothing but green broken by the darkness of pupil. nothing but that and how he watched him for a second, head cocked, as if anticipating a blurring of removal, of disappearance.

or perhaps the way a predator watched a surprise of an intruder upon its domain.

there was nothing of threat, though, in posture or in face. surprise, wonderment, lips parting faintly around fangs that were inhuman enough as it were. inhuman and yet human, the vast primordial tickling of fear at the back of the neck, the base of the skull – such were the fangs that flashed briefly into view before his lips were closing once more.

❝ … yes. ❞ a deep resonance of uncertainty, his eyes lingering on the shape which filled his doorway. ❝ – it has been. are you—? ❞

are you real?

[adirgeforsinners]

For all the familiarity, for all the relief that had washed over him, the raven still found himself faltering. He remained in the threshold, a lurking umbral presence. A gentle cant of the head so minutely mirrored the argent’s own, momentarily allowing ink black strands to flutter out of his immediate eyesight. Garnet gaze assessed him from afar, met those eyes of magnificent green and for several moments, he couldn’t quite place what he saw there. The child he had failed so long ago? No. The other so easily towered over him now. A monster so much like himself? Perhaps.

A feral dragon so keen on removing those he deemed a threat. The man he had found himself so drawn to for years in a winding game.

Cat and Mouse

            Predator and Prey

                              Hunter and Hunted

                      God and Monster

Long, deft fingers -clad in their encasements of sharp metallic gold- flexed as a hand was raised towards the younger in a beckoning motion, an invitation.

Come and see for yourself.

[adirgeforsinners]

I keep remembering an au that my partner and I came up with years ago based off the Versus XIII trailers and later further developed when XV came out (bear with me, this is going to get choppy fast):

It was mainly set pre-XV, a few years after Noctis has recovered from his injury in the assassination attempt and after Niflheim’s invasion of Tenebrae. The Glaive on an infiltration mission would’ve found Vincent and brought him back to Insomnia, not knowing who he is. but the dark hair and red eyes would’ve been enough to identify him as possibly being a Lucian POW. So he is brought before Regis and Clarus, name drops him mother, a name that Regis would recognize immediately. A handmaiden to the Oracle Queen Sylva who he had briefly had a relationship with before meeting Noctis’ mother. His mother would have left while still pregnant with him, thus Regis never knew about him (maybe vague inklings from the Crystal/Bahamut implying that there may be another more dangerous than Noctis if he goes down the wrong path). 

Vincent being Noctis’ older half brother, he would’ve also been granted power from the Crystal, but he would have caught Ardyn’s interest, been kidnapped and experimented on by Hojo and Besithia (possibly using the Starscourge/daemon parts?), corrupting Vincent’s ability to use it, creates the limit breaks of Chaos, Hellmasker, Death Gigas and Galian Beast (all daemonic entities forcibly contained within Vincent). Lucreiza would’ve been his means of escape, tipping off the Glaive to where Vincent was being held. Also maybe Vincent sustained an arm injury because of the experiments, limiting his use of the Crystal’s power like Noctis’ injury did to him? Ultimately, it’s an au about Vincent adjusting to life in Insomnia and being a prince, adjusting to having a younger sibling, dealing with the limit breaks, etc. Cause oh man, the idea of Vincent choosing Sephiroth as his Shield was the main goal (Since Clarus has no older children in his family and Gladio is already assigned to Noctis, Vincent is able to choose from the Glaive and sees Sephiroth and is like “Him.”). 

[adirgeforsinners]

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Very slowly, I’m starting to work everything out. Of course all of my old reaction icons are on my old laptop, which is currently MIA... We’ll see if I can find those...

[adirgeforsinners]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1j2LoW3P14)