Beware the tunes that touch your heart

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[alaricseer]

Writing will happen today

[elegantpersoncreation-2]

Fox on the hunt... 📷Mark Smith,photography

[alaricseer]

gastroscopy for me tomorrow, yippee!

[alaricseer]

what the post op notes said: no driving, no operating heavy machines, no signing legal documents

what they didnt say: you cant go to an antique mall directly after & buy a little vintage Garfield dressed as an angel

[alaricseer]

gastroscopy for me tomorrow, yippee!

[greelin]

as one does

[videog4mes]

CLOSE PROXIMITY PROMPTS. a series of dialogue and concept based prompts. change verbiage and pronouns as needed. (send + reverse if desired.)

dialogue.

you can take the bed, i'll sleep on the floor.

i'll take the bed, the floor is all yours.

you think you could maybe... let me squeeze in a little?

you couldn't have found a different tiny closet to hide out in?

i'm not trying to be this close to you, there's just no space in here.

is that your foot touching mine?

for what it's worth... you smell really nice.

did you even shower? ugh!

huh... i never noticed the color of your eyes before.

hurry up! just get in, sit in my lap if you have to!

i really don't want to be alone tonight…

please… stay with me?

come on, i'm not leaving you alone.

concepts.

trace. sender is much closer to receiver than usual and notices something different and gently traces their finger along that part of reciever's face. (beauty mark, scar, dimples, etc.)

couch. sender and receiver wake up after accidentally napping on the couch together.

floor. for whatever reason, sender and receiver choose not to share the same bed or couch. one party takes the floor and both keep striking up conversation, whether it is bickering or heartfelt.

twin bed. sender and receiver share a twin bed, likely too small for them and causing them to be closer than usual.

small space. sender and receiver have to hide in a closet or locker that hardly has anyroom for them. they're hiding from something or someone, but they can't help but to notice the way the other's heartbeat.

[miamaimania]

Creepyyeha ⟡ Pearls as armor, pearls as skin

[shisasan]

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (1934)

[alaricseer]

Heading home today, really hoping that grandparents will be okay without me. I will be grateful for a return to air conditioning cause the +34 days are killing me

[lebnaniyya-deactivated20260504]

he’s so prettyyyy (i wanna choke on his cock)

[elizabethsinclair]

elizabeth s.

[selfsaving]

AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION .

acts  that  could  be  aggressive   //   or  a  little  bit  sexy   //   or  both.                     send  a  symbol  from  your  muse  to  mine.  feel  free  to  combine  actions  or  add  specifics  even  when  it  doesn’t  ask  for  it   !     can  send  non - sexually  as  well.

THREATENING

🔪   //   put  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat .

🖐️   //   put  a  hand  around  my  muse’s  throat .

👕   //   slide  a  weapon  up  under  my  muse’s  shirt     (   can  specify   ) .

👔   //   grab  my  muse  by  the  collar   &   pull  them  closer .

🔒   //   lock  my  muse  in  a  room  alone  with  your  muse .

🗩   //   verbally  threaten  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

PINNING

🔙   //   push  my  muse  against  a  wall .

📌   //   pin  my  muse’s  wrists  above  their  head .

🔵   //   grab  my  muse  hard  enough  to  leave  a  bruise .

🔑   //   handcuff  my  muse .

➰   //   tie  my  muse  to  a  chair .

⭕   //   restrain  my  muse  with  an  item  of  clothing     (   please  specify   ) .

🚨   //   push  my  muse  to  the  ground   &   straddle  them .

📢   //   tell  my  muse   ‘  stop  squirming   !  ’ .

🔗   //   otherwise  restrain  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

LIGHTER

👀   //   grab  my  muse’s  jaw   &   direct  their  gaze  towards  yours .

⚡   //   tug  my  muse’s  hair .

⚠️   //   bite  my  muse     (   can  specify  where   ) .

😏   //   give  my  muse  a  hickey .

✂️   //   run  fingernails  over  my  muse’s  skin   &   scratch  them .

💦   //   cover  my  muse’s  mouth .

DARKER

💋   //   give  my  muse  a  kiss  that  draws  blood .

🗡️   //   cut  my  muse  with  a  knife     (   can  specify  where   ) .

💀   //   kidnap  my  muse .

😶   //   put  a  hand  over  my  muse’s  nose   &   mouth .

💥   //   tighten  something  around  my  muse’s  throat  that  restricts  their  blood - flow  /  oxygen  supply     (   please  specify   ) .

[expressions-of-nature]

by Donna McL

[laceration-d0ll]

“i’ll be your sword” okay. and. and im the sheath right. nnghhhh,,,

[persianmom-deactivated20260602]

maybe my freak is unmatchable

[its-just-a-meme]

For every "♡" I get I'll give a tip on how to win my muse's heart.

[rowan-blackberrythicket]

The grammophone crackled and hissed, but still managed to produce a winding, lonesome folk song. On the table, fenced in by a chalk pentagram drawn directly onto the well-worn mahogany, sat: a pouch of tobacco. A small clay pipe. A bundle of dried bluebells, tied together with a silk ribbon. And lastly, because all creatures seemed to have a hard time resisting it; a golden, gleaming bottle of whiskey. On either side of the chalked circle, in every cardinal direction, there were placed: A holy cross, a piece of cold iron, some scissors and a handful of eowan berries.

Elliot stood in their dusty, cramped Little study, hesitating. Their face was gaunt. The long, dark coat hung loosely on their shoulders. While their twists were immaculate, shiny and well tended, their nails weren't; most of them bitten down to bloodied, dry stumps. The wizard stood, staring at their ritual, feeling its weight - then, abruptly, in one fell swoop, they cut their hand with a small, nondescript blade, and let it fall amongst the items. To summon a fairy. And bind it. Come hell or high water.

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[alaricseer]

It had happened only twice in Alaric's long life.

Then, as now, it was the novelty of the summons which softened outrage to irritation. He had thought, apparently in error, that his retribution to the last summoner had been a sufficient deterrent for future fools. It seemed that memory was too short, tales no longer consistently told, and the lessons contained had gone unlearned.

Well, there would be time, if he was patient and clever, to right that wrong.

A gentle mist followed Alaric in, temporarily obscuring the further insult of the objects outside the chalk. The whiskey would be welcome, no matter which way things went, but it earned only passing notice. Instead, it was the pipe and pouch that caught his eye, on which it lingered a beat too long to pretend disapproval. This summoner had taste, if not good sense.

"Is it arrogance or desperation, this time?" His gaze lifted, scouring every inch of Elliot. Alaric's conclusion of the wizard remained hidden where his annoyance did not, the poorness of his mood barbing the fae's tongue. "Do you want to hear which one it looks like, or are you at least a little self aware?"

A step forward, and whatever unkind description that might have followed died unspoken; he had finally noticed the objects outside of the chalk. It was an odd conflict of feelings, to be pleased that someone bothered to do their reading, to remember the old ways of combating hsi kin and kind, but also infuriating to be so well caught. Fine features darkened with a frown.

"Ah. So thats how it is. You know, some people have manners. Some people try asking nicely before they whip out their iron."