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@cunninghcms
MOVED TO @athcme
MOVED TO @athcme
MOVED TO @athcme
I've decided to move chrissy and kendall to my multi cause I'm simply incapable of managing multiple blogs lmao
ATHCME is a multimuse, multifandom, private & indie rp blog. Ft. muses from stranger things, the mcu, the sandman, & more.
souls written & tortured by lynn (template by lexiemichelle367)
every time I'm on a road trip all I want to do is write road trip threads fldjlsh
HIATUS UNTIL AUGUST 24TH 🍀
Princess Diaries Grace ✨
🤟🏻 rockstar girlfriend aesthetic
(@quirly )
Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!
HARD-TO-FIND HURT / COMFORT ACTION PROMPTS.
a selection of some of my favorite underrepresented situations and actions for one of my favorite tropes! feel free to add + REVERSE to any of the prompts to change the situation and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.
CRADLE : sender picks up the injured / unconscious receiver and holds them close to their chest, carrying them to safety.
GUARDIAN : facing down a threat, sender pushes receiver back with an arm, moving to stand in front of them and protecting them with their own body.
TENDER : receiver wakes up to sender caressing them gently; a hand carding through their hair, brushing hair off their forehead, a hand on their cheek, a thumb swiping under their eye.
SHELTER : seeing a threat barreling toward them (such as a storm, the shockwave from an explosion, or a building they’re in collapsing), sender holds the injured / incapacitated receiver close, turning their back to the threat to bear the brunt of the impact instead of the receiver.
FLICKER : sender thinks they’re too late to save receiver and begins to mourn them / sinks in defeat and grief, holding them close, only to find through a simple action (a cough, a twitch of a hand, a murmured word) that they haven’t left them after all.
DELIRIUM : receiver wakes up to sender’s relief, only for receiver to not believe it’s really sender (that they’re imagining sender or that they don’t think sender would come for them) or that they’re finally safe.
CONCEAL : both muses have been injured or have fallen ill, though sender keeps their injury / illness secret in favor of taking care of receiver. however, as receiver gets better, sender’s injury / illness worsens from lack of care, and they wind up collapsing, their injury / illness fully revealed.
GUIDE : sender has been injured, but their skills are needed to help with the muses’ current situation (an escape plan, tending a wound, or diffusing a weapon, for example). sender has to walk receiver through the procedure, all the while trying to stay conscious.
SAVIOR : receiver is at the mercy of a threat, and all seems lost, only for sender to suddenly burst in and come to their rescue, bearing weapons and all the protective spirit they can muster, to the relief / confusion / anger of receiver.
LAST RESORT : injured / sick and alone after an encounter with a threat or a run-in with a dangerous situation, sender finds themself at receiver’s door, coming to them because they have nowhere else to go.
bloodbared:
he finds relief in that she knows him. he’s opened and fragile ; insides spilling out in front of her. entrails in cursive spelling out his insecurities, written in some foreign language that only she can decode. ─── when she takes his hands in her own, he’ll give them a gentle squeeze. with her the harsh waves that crash the walls of his soul subside ; the kiss to his palms leaves a burn mark in the shape of her lips. it brings a small smile to his features, but it falls immediately as he clears his throat ; ❛ a freak. a fuck up. a poor excuse for a human being. a waste of space. the list is endless. ❜
───────── ❛ i’m not a good person, kendall. you think too highly of me. i’m not what you think i am… ❜ razor repeats those same lines at least five more times. convincing himself of it, allowing it to be true. && * he breaks their gaze, he’ll lean down. letting his forehead press against her own ; their hair tangles. he’ll get high off the feel of her skin against his. sighing, he lets a kiss linger on her cheek. he shifts back, a hand coming up to cup her chin ; his thumb caressing the skin. ❛ but you… you’re good… you’re gonna get out of this shit town, and be something, someone… ❜
There wasn’t a single word coming out of Razor’s lips that Kendall agreed with, the LIST he’d just phrased being made of terms that didn’t describe him one bit. Of course they never seemed to see the SAME THING when looking at him, his reflection in the mirror and the one she saw in her eyes being as opposite as light and darkness. Kendall only believed what was right in front of her, the man she’d shared so much with and that had NEVER disappoint her — the only people in her life, if one forgot Chrissy, that had managed to do something as incredible as gaining her trust and treat it with kindness. She wished he could treat himself with the same kindness, but she’d fought enough demons on her own side that she understood just how difficult that could be. Luckily, she was there to face his shadows where he couldn’t reach.
« A “waste of space”? Are you talking about the way you always hog all the space on the sofa with those long legs? » Stubbornly and softly trying to bring a smile on those lips that had her STARING at them for a moment, the kiss left on his cheek BURNING like the loveliest liquid fire, one she would let consume her until nothing was left. Her hand she place on his heart, beating under her fingertips, sheltered by thorns that seemed gone at the moment, leaving it exposed for her to touch. « I’ve see bad people, Raz, and you’re nowhere similar to them. » Voice a whisper but determined, she pushed just slightly with her hand to have him sit on the bed with her. « You’re kind, and you’re smart, and you have a heart bigger than you realise… You could do everything you set your mind to, and that includes changing my life from the moment I met you. » Every word a step taken, head shaking just slightly. « And I would be a fool to go anywhere that doesn’t include you. »
@cunninghcms // liked for a starter from a random oc
“it’s not like smoking weed is my whole personality. it’s just…the only thing that makes my personality bearable. so what, is that a crime? to have a bad personality? look how pretty i am.”
Kendall was a bit too high to fully focus on whatever the guy was saying, but a part of her seemed to believe that those words would’ve made little sense even if she’d been fully sober. Being pretty did make up for a bad personality on most occasions — that was a fact she couldn’t really confute —, but whether weed made someone bearable… She’d seen way too many people becoming assholes while under the influence. Kendall felt like it was more of a fifty-fifty chance situation. « Mhh… I don’t know. Do you talk this much even when you’re not smoking? » She joked, eyelids heavy but curious as she took another drag of sweet smoke. « But yeah, you’re pretty, you look like the prettiest princess with that hair. »
@twistedstxrs continued from here
She’d never meant to leave Chrissy — protecting her had been the only thing Kendall’d always tried to do since a very young age. Things had got out of hand so fast she hadn’t even fully realized it, getting involved with the wrong people turning into an extremely toxic relationship, into drug use and illegal deeds. She’d tried her best to keep it hidden from both her twin and their parents, but getting arrested had obviously ruined her secret. Her boyfriend had framed her to avoid prison and so she’d bitten back and revealed to the police every single thing he’d done to break the law — but although that had spared her jail, it hadn’t stop her mom from kicking her out of the house. Kendall knew it had to do with the Cunninghams not wanting to ruin their reputation, and yet she wondered whether the evil bitch hadn’t just taken the first chance to get rid of her and dig her claws into Chrissy even more. She wished there was a way to take Chrissy with her, but a life on the streets was maybe even worse than a life inside the hell that was their family home. « I never meant to leave you. » Voice cracked with GUILT so deep it pained her chest. « If there was any way to reverse time… I would. »
"are you okay" NO IM NOT OKAY CHRISSY NEVER LIVED TO SEE THE GOLDEN AGE OF ROMCOMS BETWEEN THE LATE 90'S AND THE 2000'S!!!
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