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𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯    𝘢𝘯𝘥    𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥    𝘣𝘺

[cultfic]

#𝑪𝑼𝑳𝑻𝑭𝑰𝑪. a private multimuse rp account featuring muses from various media. entirely unaffiliated with the source material and highly triggering, with mentions of topics related to murder, brainwashing, self - harm, depression and others. 18+ only. basic rp rules apply. 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦.

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LETO I ATREIDES, dune. oscar isaac. STATS.

LEE DUTTON, yellowstone. jake gyllenhaal. STATS.

HOLDEN FORD, mindhunter. jonathan groff. STATS.

BILL HARDING, twister. bill paxton. STATS.

AARON HOTCHNER, criminal minds. thomas gibson.

MR. PINK, reservoir dogs. steve buscemi.

DANNY OCEAN, ocean's 11, 12, 13. george clooney. STATS.

DEWEY RILEY, scream franchise. david arquette. STATS.

COLT SEAVERS, the fall guy. ryan gosling. STATS.

DUTCH VAN DER LINDE, rdr2. daniel day-lewis. STATS.

ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ: @bielun, @benegessica, @avemaria, @muutos / @lawhurt, @narrativ.

[gloomglimmer]

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"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

[denisvilleneuve]

Look, asshole, I didn’t say I ain’t heard of it. All I asked was how does it go? Excuse me for not being the world’s biggest Madonna fan.

Reservoir Dogs (1992) dir. Quentin Tarantino.  

[madeline-kahn]

@pscentral event 30: friendship

Now the other players realize. These guys have a relationship. In fact, a criminal one.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[cultfic]

does any1 remember follow forever posts . . 🤘

[filmgifs]

Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal Brokeback Mountain (2005) dir. Ang Lee

[cultfic]

We miss you, Nannie! Also could you let me know the name of the song on your pin because I love it but couldn't find it anywhere.

omfg hi this is so cute?? and a lil unexpected bc i thought this whole blog had gone a bit Stale tbvh so i didn't think any1 had noticed lmao 🖤🖤 but aaaah thank you sm sweetheart! i'm going on vacation soon so activity won't resume just yet but i'm still Around, just very busy and drained (((: we'll be back at some point though bc i miss this blog i miss my boys and i miss every1 here vm 🖤🖤🖤 the song is born slippy by underworld the rest of the song is garbage but the intro is gorgeous, glad you enjoy!

[cultfic]

also, like this for a starter bc i need fresh stuff

[muutosarchive]

his begging to go to a hospital wasn't working, &. wasn't going to be looked at too kindly now that this asshole started running his mouth about some kind of set-up. but to say there was nothing he could do was a far fuckin' cry from the truth. but hey, whatever helps the guy sleep at night. fuck knows if he wants to think himself a good guy, so be it. not like it matters much, now. despite the inability to breathe properly there was a nagging jealousy at the bite of tobacco in the air. a bit of a harshness in wide nostrils, as freddy was a lights man. "yeah, s'the tin man, stupid motherfucker . . ." is all he says. lolling eyes bringing a wrist upward in a slow tilt. "hey, give me one a' those will ya?" fuck it. fuck this &. fuck him. as much as he wants to beg for more comfort, more companionship . . . he can't. not now.

he's thinking it before it comes out of his mouth. what, with the offer? white had already unzipped his pants, but hell what's another article or two among friends? "what, you wanna fuck me or somethin'?" bloodied mouth etches into a shit-eating grin. with how he just looked at him he had to make it into some kinda' joke, right? cringed expression of the other betraying his real thoughts on freddy's mortality. laughter labored, there with a weak curl of his frame before chin raises once more with the remainder of his jokey smile. "well if you do wanna suck my dick, be my guest. i ain't queer, but chances are there's worse ways t'go out. 'sides that, i doubt there's much more comfort to be found." he shrugs. rolling a little closer to pink's side without shaking his hand. "just stay with me, that's all i'm askin', man -- "

[cultfic]

dubious flicker of his brow, good sense telling him he probably shouldn't be giving in to the guy's cravings considering the state he's in but .. who the hell is he to refuse a dying man's last wish? a resigned shrug and he pulls the pack back out, takes out a cig and deposits it 'tween the other's rampant mouth. " fuck you, smartass. i thought i was the chatty one. " but there's no animosity in the tone or words, he got rid of it all letting white know what a shitty situation they're in. lighter follows, brought to the smoke long enough orange'll have time to breathe it in. and pink sits back down, surprised he's already getting used to the unsavory sight of a man agonizing in a puddle of his own blood. " and for the record, i happen to be great at that stuff. but there's no way in hell i'm doin it to a guy ⎯ 'specially with the whole .. blood situation that's gotta be goin on, down there. "

" why don'tchu ask your pal, white, to do it? i'm sure he'll be thrilled to get down on his hands and knees for ya. " a long, needy inhale of tobacco. truth is, it should have been blonde instead of orange; guy had it coming the second he started goddamn murdering every one in the store but if wayne's learned anything, it's that life has a nasty habit of being un-fuckin-fair. smoke's released with a subtle shake of head. " yeah, i'm right there. " shit, where else is he gonna go, anyway? it's a shame, for sure. orange seems pretty chill even if he's still on the list of possible rats ⎯ bullet or no. " so? what'chu gonna do with your share when you're outta here? "

[muutosarchive]

debbie doesn't respond to that -- doesn't feel the need to. they both knew the ocean sister was perfectly capable of handling her own needs. she's not broke, even now. nobody can escape the five finger discount, with easy cons slipping like sand forgotten through open fingers. probation be damned. there's just a simple smirk upon her face that speaks for her, undoubtedly. "yeah well, you know what it's like. when you think you can trust someone." she'll never make that mistake again. either way, "you're the last person who can lecture me about staying out of prison." well meaning, &. a jest. though true, in itself. their grins widening in tandem, as of course she got what she wanted. "hmm, let me think . . ." she begins. "-- define anything." the knowing glint in her eye is hidden by her glasses, but easy to detect.

[cultfic]

it amazes him a little, how easily they step into their old routine of meaningless banter and casual teasing after years of not seeing each other. growing up in a family of conmen ⎯ and women ⎯ certainly helped ensure the strength of their bond. he'd wink if she could see it but because she ain't rusty he'll just let the smile linger. " i also know what it's like to ignore someone you're supposed to trust. don't recommend it. " lends you in jail quicker than misplacing your trust even can. " i'm not after the unnecessary details but she's been talkin' my ear off about your release. " it's funny to him, how alike lou and rusty can be; makes him wonder if rusty ever mentioned him to debbie when he was still inside. " don't get your hopes up about lunch, we're saving the wine until after your dates with your probation officer. "

[muutosarchive]

he likes teasing. what he's good at. a funny guy - or a wise guy, they'd call him in the biz. but he's quick on his feet. a little too memorable for some work, but charming enough to talk his way out of any sticky situation he may find himself in. at least mostly. sure, he under-thinks sometimes. but that's neither here nor there. danny is the mastermind, after all. rusty's just a lieutenant, &. sometimes he takes such comforting knowledge to heart.

desperate attempt to pass time, sure. easy money, mitigated risk. celebrities had deep pockets, even d-listers. "well, i guess we can think the heavens i'm not the idea guy . . ." he cocks his head, still smiling with a shrug as he looks over at danny briefly. "tedious maybe, but guaranteed money, &. home by 1am. name another job with that kinda security." jobs for thee, not for we. he leans deeper into the seat of the car, taking a drag as he settles with a re-grip of the wheel. renewed laughter as he scratches his chin, while sharing wheel with cigarette. "s'that right?" even behind glasses his eyes asks whether he's been broken in for him while he was in there. but he doesn't like the thought, as much as it would make them laugh. knowing that's the last thing he's talking about.

lips pull with a shrug, at the facetious question . "laying low doesn't pay. but i suppose you thought of that, already." eyes settle onto the mostly empty stretch. he wants to ask if they're sticking together. but he doesn't. they have leeway, that was for sure.

[cultfic]

" hmm .. " lax posture loosens further to allow hints of his amusement at the picture he's painting in his mind of rusty trying to fit in in the meantime. four years is a long time to sit and wait in a prison of his own; not to mention a waste of perfectly good talent. ocean's eyes remain shut as he savors the inherent compliment, bites back the tentative 'missed ya too' that threatens to escape him to rusty's ( probably-unconscious ) confession that he can't function without danny. well, the reverse is also true. " told ya before, rusty. you think too low of yourself. guess we can also thank the heavens i didn't do ten years. " head lolls to the side to peer at him with a knowing look. the kind that says 'i'd be more worried about your sanity than mine if i had.' " who knows where i'd have dug you up from, then. ⎯ utah? " bless him, rusty never saw the big picture. 'we're just better together.'

the unwritten rule dictates neither speak of the incan-masks job beyond significant glances and silent admonishments but it still sits right there between them, heavy on their shoulders and on ocean's conscience as the best example of what not to do. " hey, i just spent fifty-four months wondering why i let a woman come between me and my partner. " a magnificent woman, sure, but a distraction nonetheless and the reason he'd ignored rusty's red flags about the masks. also danny's way of returning rusty's compliment. " i think it's safe to say i haven't had the best ideas lately. " but that doesn't mean he's not on to something, only that they have time. " you wanna hit the tables? lift the house of a couple grands 'fore we get down to business? "

[sculien]

Emily Prentiss & Aaron Hotchner

Criminal Minds 7.19

[lawhurt]

he's already the shameful secret. the black-sheep, the ostracized, the odd one out. . . . but he is provably not the one of them who can't control his fucking emotions. but . . . he's his father's faithful rook in the legal game of chess he plays, &. admittedly he plays it well. but when he's the only suit in a line-up filled with dirt, cow shit &. cowboy hats? you start to wonder if there's something wrong with you. but that just meant he was the smartest, right? perhaps. but in any scenario, he's not lee, he's not rip, he's not like kayce. &. he is certainly not his father. he's never killed anyone, before. dad kept he &. beth clean of it, due to . . . well, beth being his only daughter &. jamie's hands needing to stay squeaky, despite knowledge.

lee's voice doesn't immediately calm him down, because he's near retching at the anxiousness clawing up his esophagus. leaning against the car with flat palm as he holds off. or, tries to.

he's grabbed, straightened &. shook. his mouth hangs half-open in a display of crooked teeth, while his hands grip fistfuls of lee's shirt. rocking on his heels in shuddery steps, or half-scrapes through the dirt. the fear having stricken jamie into a frozen stance while he trembles beneath large hand. his elbows are notched, bent. also frozen. fingers curl uselessly, in the meantime. though the second call of his name causes him to truly snap out of it, while his head jerks into a shaky nod. his head raising in the shaky attempt at a breath he tries. though . . . not as deep as it should be. blue eyes visibly shifting. jaw trying to twist until he submits, which is the span of half a second.

his eyes are trained on his brother. another breath - he's right. "o-okay, um." he replies, wetting his lips with a flare of his features. "well, i . . . i-i guess it started the first time," his eyes flutter closed, &. when they open he's a little more relaxed in lee's hold. "the first time he asked me to . . . withdraw from the race. i-i'm sure he told you." he pauses. "one of the girls on my campaign staff, she - she ended up being a reporter . . . &. i - oh god, i did an interview." his knees buckle with another lip tremble. he doesn't know if lee knows what happened with beth dragging him through the house, or about the entire situation. but he can't bring himself to express the situation in words. "dad asked me to take care of it, but -- but i couldn't."

[cultfic]

crooked hat atop his head jerks with every motion meant to stir helpless brother from the haze clouding his eyes, twisting his face and veiling his words. it's never been easy being caught in the midst of sibling rivalry, torn between sister's adoration and brother's devotion when the two keep ever at odds but lee's found his neutral place in the middle despite being the oldest. they never realize the enormity of the situation and he's thankful it remains a secret shared among the smallest dutton circle. he's most like their mom in that regard: she never took sides either. " okay. "

he listens with an intense gaze leaving no room for jamie to escape, not until he's shared every messy little detail .. however unsavory. because it's his job as livestock commissioner to erase every trace and keep the dutton slate as pristine as a newborn's. head tilt, eyes seeking jamie's to gauge reaction and retain attention. he's painting a picture but it's still not clear enough for lee to make out the root of the anxiety chocking his brother. beth mentioned the interview but there's no need to rub it in jamie's face right now. " what do you mean, jamie? look at me, i'm here to help, alright? just .. what are you sayin', man? "

[denvilleneuve]

1883 #1.10 // YELLOWSTONE #1.01

[cultfic]

⎯ @monstroum, the narrator : “ what the hell were you thinking? ”

he can still make out the wailing sirens in the distance, heart racing, disheveled but the tie still hangs from his neck while his slippery grip tightens 'round the suitcase handle. ❝  c'mon, just ⎯ open the freakin door will ya?!  ❞ crazed glance cast sideways as he forces his voice to keep low lest the neighbors decide to sneak a peak. ❝  i can't go back to my place. just lemme crash here for the night, man.  ❞ he knows the guy from fight club ⎯ not that he competes himself but he likes to place a bet every once in a while. and they're on good enough terms that he gave him his address once over a late night drink. ❝  cops got no reason t'come snoopin in here. i'll be outta your hair in the morning, i swear, just .. lemme in.  ❞

[cultfic]

⎯ @sabohteurs, eleanor dutton : “ there. it looks much better. ”

❝  hey, that looks pretty good!  ❞ head tilts as he inspects the damage in his rearview mirrror, pleasantly surprised his niece's talents with makeup manage to minimize the extent of facial injuries sustained during a rodeo session he thought would be a fun bonding experience with ellie ⎯ not that he even considered getting her to compete of course, but it was nice having her cheer for him. almost like his sister was there with him. ❝  so we agree, right? your mom asks, i got into a fight.  ❞ she's his accomplice in this little charade and placing his trust in her is a whole 'nother level of bonding: beth would positively freak out if she found out lee still rodeos on the side or that he roped her daughter into watching it.