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PROMO:.
Hello! I am Cyd, and this is a nice little multi-muse blog for Dead by Daylight. Horror multi-muse! Featuring characters from Dead By Daylight, Silent Hill, and Resident Evil. I've been writing for about eight years now, so I'm fairly capable. This is a wholly independent, literate, semi-selective blog. Looking forward to writing with y'all!
< MUSES | RULES >
#mood
#HTCHHIKER. nubbins sawyer / the hitchhiker , from 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄. canon divergent && triggering content , reader discretion advised. 21+ only , low activity , mutuals only. written by frankie ( he / him / 25. )
𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐢 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. ©
𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐.
❝A design is not a final product. One must simply have the hand, the desire, and the will to change it. The outcome is undetermined- but for better or for worse, only you can see it through.❞
IND.SEL.PRIV Multimuse feat. Omeluum from BG3. Also includes muses from Silent Hill, The Elder Scrolls, Everhood, & More.
AS DISCOVERED BY JACKALOPE
# GOFFARD - — An independent and highly selective roleplay blog featuring Derek Goffard of The Price of Flesh. Est. on July of `23. Loved by Vulpe.
R18 ONLY. CONTAINS TRIGGERING CONTENT. READ THE RULES BELOW PRIOR TO INTERACTING. - — XOXO !!
His arousal is obvious as he pulls her close - his cologne and body-heat makes her head spin as he speaks. If anything, she was content with just having him hold her like this, kissing her, adoring her. There was a tiny part of Vanessa that was...scared. Was she good enough? He took her promises to heart, she'd have to make things better, she have to make them both feel better. Vanessa's body tensed. Could she do that? Well, she could always make things better in the small term, but she couldn't work a miracle, fix everything he had going on at home, the lost children, the broken marriage. But if they... perish the thought.
For now, she could focus on making things better in the moment. Nothing permanent, just something to lift the spirits. A shaky breath pulled the coiling tension from her chest a she let herself melt into his hold. He was giving her the option to say no, the choice to step out, something not often afforded to her, and yet she felt no need for it. It felt almost wrong to admit, that she wanted him. To replace those spiraling bits of dread, Vanessa filled her thoughts with what he could do with her, rose-tinted, fluffy thoughts. Interlaced fingers. She pictured him telling her 'I love you' and he means it. She is all his, and he's all hers. A tangle of bodies smitten with each other. "Yes, yes, god, yes." Her voice is soft, and her words come out like she's begging to something other than her middle-aged boss. Vanessa's free hand searched for one of his, gripping it tightly. The young woman's heart pounds, her face stained red. "I can be yours. I can make things better."
Almost breathless, she's getting almost dizzy. Caught up in the cotton-candy clouds of fantasies she'd been brushing under the rug. "There's a motel down the road, nice, comfy and quiet, they even have color tv - we can split the bill." Oh, she had planned this out. But she'd never tell him about how her mind wandered to him when she was alone. This would make things better.
𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝, as his arms are curled so tightly around her that he risks popping her head right from her body.
curled fists are in her clothes, forcing even so much of himself as he could against her. nose to her blond hair, slightly frizzy from the heat and the long shift. 𝚐𝚘𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍. chest alight, right in the centre.
he's never needed anything as much as he needs her right now, right in this moment. 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎. the entirety of his current desire for her, and for the comfort she provides. that which moves what remains of his soul.
his leg is bent, knee forth slightly as his fingers bunch within her clothes.
𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍.
if william afton had cried one day of his life since his teenaged years, he'd have sobbed in her arms. the overwhelming feeling locked tight within his clenched expression. [...]
some part of him would be content to hold her, as well. 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. to feel human connection, past the slip of the knife. though another, larger part.. wants more. his life slipping further into the selfish desire to satisfy his own greed. jaw popping in and out, in idle flexes.
brows narrow when she tenses "mm - did i say something wrong?" he wonders. not thinking of the weight she might place upon it. she is simply everything he needs in this moment. she can make it better. or, so she does in this little fantasy. repositioning his head against her, and relaxing himself a bit further when she lets go...
yes, that's it. lose yourself, in me. i'll keep you safe, bunny girl. at least for a little while.
oh and does he shudder when she speaks. his knee lifting a bit more, as he tugs upon her. grips her hand like it's a beacon in the night. 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚊, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚘𝚢.
making a soft groan into her, his nose buries itself. taking a long drawn sniff with eyes pressed shut. "yes.." he repeats, his cheek upon her next of golden hair.
though despite his lips curl upward into somewhat of a wry smile. reluctant to let go, yet his arms give some slack.
" -- let me get my car keys."
The way he gripped her, fingers clawed into clothes, pressed so close she could practically feel his thundering pulse... she loved it. Vanessa was wanted, wholly, entirely. And she wanted in return - even if the one she was craving was someone who should've been well out of reach. But then again, workplace flings can't be that uncommon.
When he holds her hand, when he squeezes her - she'd react in kind,gentle laughter and content sighs that asked a feverish need that caused her skin to feel unbearably warm. His concern met with a vague mumble and a shake of the head - he was saying everything she wanted to hear. But no I love you, not yet. She'd get that out of him. She had to.
As he goes to pulls away, Vanessa spins in his loosening hold, facing him with a flushed face and hazy eyes. Her lips meet his in a rushed kiss. Awkward, unpracticed. She hadn't kissed someone like this in years - but it made her heart flutter regardless. And she pulled back with a genuine little smile.
"I'll meet you there, 'kay?" His bunny-girl was gone, slipped from his grasp and on her way to the staff break room that held her belongings - leaving him on a cliff with that whirlwind kiss. She wanted to leave him wanting for her, the entire drive would be thick with tension - and Vanessa was giddy imagining what it would be like once it all finally boiled over.
Send me "Good boy/girl" for my muse's reaction to your muse saying that to them!
we never meant for this to happen. ― #GVIRAL.
Lets Play A Game of This Or That? (NSFW Edition)
My muse has to pick one or the other. They have to pick one. Not neither, not both.
Submissive or Dominant? Whips or Chains? Handcuffs or Shibari? Pillow Princess or Power Bottom? Voyeur or Exhibitionist? Blindfolds or Spreader Bars? Butt Plugs or Vibrators? Edging or Multiple Rounds? Knots or Ovipositor? Spanking or Scratching? Ball Gag or Muzzle? Strap on or Double Sided Dildo? On on one or Group Sex? Vanilla or Kinky? Lengthy Cocks or Girthy Cocks? Small Boobs or Large Boobs? Ass or Chests? Thighs or Arms? Hot Wax or Knifeplay? Loud or Quiet? Biting or Sucking? Collars or Piercings? Costumes or Lingerie Monogamy or Polyamory? Laughing and silliness during sex or Intensity and power struggle during sex? Fucking a Virgin or Fucking someone with experience? Face to face or from behind? Phone sex or Sexting? Cumming inside or Cumming outside Being filled or Bukkake Dirty Talk or Degradation? Role play or Porn on in the background? Public Edging or Filming in the Bedroom? Condom or Bareback? Lube or Raw? Video Call Masturbation or Sexy Selfies? Blood Play or Breath Play? Face fucking or Anal sex? Leather or PVC? Morning Sex or Evening Sex? Clothes on or Clothes off?
What is the color of you aura? - For Vanessa
tagged by @trapton
Gold - lion statues, coins, gold leafing, bound books, goldfinches, crowns, heart lockets. your essence is gold: you are a noble heart who believes in your own strength. you stand against your fear; if you can deny something exists, you will not see it, it cannot touch you. you are enduring and strong -- but watchful, for anyone can grow fangs. you are the monarch. you are the leader of the rebellion. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of cream, yellow, marigold, and moss, who share your ambitions. you are also drawn to the forthright crimson and umber, who will help you grow and find genuine confidence in the face of uncertainty. however, you may struggle to get along with the overly-involved personalities of magenta and forest who are unconscious of their own feelings.
tagging: YOU 🫵
@chrchgrl sent: [ wipe ] seeing receiver cry, sender reaches out and wipes their tears away (with their fingers or with a tissue)
She'd been invited over - just for lunch. The kids were at school, and Vanessa had the day off. A lunch date was fine. But she didn't expect to start crying on the couch with her closest friend sat beside her. It had started with her gently mentioning the stress that'd been mounting as of late due to finals. Then she started talking about her family, how the calls between her and her mother were always turning into arguments. Vanessa couldn't stop herself, emotions once kept under tight wraps bubbling over in stumbled sentences. Vanessa didn't realize she was even crying until Rosa reached out a hand, gently wiping tears that stained her cheeks with a thumb. Something so gentle snapping the thread of torment that was unspooling from the young woman's throat. "God, I'm sorry- I just..." Vanessa sighed, leaning back and pinching the bridge of her nose. "I feel like shit."
the last thing that rosa expected was for vanessa to begin crying upon her couch in nothing more than what was supposed to be a harmless visit. for this was normal, having their baby sitter over. much more friendly than one would expect between employer &* employee, but in truth . . . that's just how the aftons were. besides, it was more than cute sometimes when lunch would run late, vanessa home long enough for the children to come home from school &* see just how their faces light up seeing her. she swears they like her better than their own mother some days.
just one thing had led to another, &* another &* another until vanessa's crying. it's by instinct that she reaches out to wipe the tears from the other's face. ' that's okay, desahogate. vent all you need. ' her brows are together looking to the blonde with concern before standing to go get some tissues, walking them back over before taking a seat. ' you know if you need time to properly study, you don't have to take care of the kids, honey. right ? i'm sure i could speak for will too where he wants you to succeed. ' no one needs to be spoken to about their mother either. which is why she didn't bother saying anything about her.
' why didn't you say any of this before ? '
"Because I didn't want to bring you down." A firm statement, followed by a sniffle. Vanessa readily took the tissue box, pulling a few tissues out to wipe away her tears and makeup. "Did a great job of that, didn't I?" A defeated laugh.
She felt so pathetic.
It was impossible for her to fully explain why she cared so much for the Aftons. They acted as an anchor, and it felt stupid to admit. They weren't her family, they were her employers, but she found more solace here than she ever had at home. Rosa was her best friend, the kids loved her, William actually took her seriously. If anything it's as if everything was set in place for her to turn them into a crutch.
A few shaky breaths, an attempt at composure. "I just...want to be useful. And I like the place, I mean - nice couch, nice yard. Plenty of space for activities. Beats the cardboard box I'm in." This time, her laugh was a little lighter, but that defeated note clung to her words. "...William has expressed interest in my studies, when I brought it up. Maybe I could start bringing my books over here? That way I can study and keep an eye on the kids, and Will gets to read up on engineering. I think he just wants to be able to talk to Henry on a level playing field." Bullshit, but it beat telling the truth about the workshop.
NSFW HCS - VANESSA
bold what applies to your muse. italicize if it somewhat applies/is something that they may be interested in. strike out what does not apply to them/is something they’d prefer to avoid at all costs.
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𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 . . . 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊. independent canon and original character multimuse by nova
🔧 @fogged-up (𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎)
𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 in which william had accounted for, as always. however he hadn't expected the ear splitting migraines, or the grating that the children's screams became as they ripped through the pizzeria. his ability to keep himself up in front of the customers was beginning to slip, yet his trust within the community is paramount, to not only his suspicion level, but also his satisfaction in his newfound hobby. though vanessa had helped relieve some stress as of late. if only for her ear and comforting demeanor. 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖. and it's caused a sort of obsession in itself, and a possessiveness inherent in him reared its ugly head, when it came to her. he wanted her trust, he wanted her love. when he spoke a command he wanted her to follow, like a good girl. he wanted someone to provide him warmth or assistance. a cure to this mind numbing loneliness and the dismantling of his own mind. rebuilt anew like one of his creations. cementing himself in her life as someone who cares. someone who appreciates her for who she is. 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. needs to dirty her hands with the type of filth he's trifled with.
it's why, as he sees her talking to a young man her age, he freezes. had been leaning over the counter plucking a prize ticket from behind a girl's ear, from the other side of his red tinted prescription lenses. wearing an easy smile. propped upon his elbows over the counter, long legs back with his toes holding up his bent limbs. turning to get her the foxy the pirate toy she wanted from the wall, when he catches a glimpse. 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. deafened, watching them slip down the hall towards his workshop. seemingly perpetually narrowed brows resting, with parted lips. 'mister?" the tiny voice says, and he inhales. turning his attention back, and finding his smile despite. he nods and offers a small apology before placing a hand on the counter, and bending to hand her the toy. "here you are, miss." he straightens when she blushes and bounds away, though when he turns back... 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎. any semblance of his genuine warmth all but left with them. he broods, clenching his jaw as he turns up his shirt sleeves carefully. the space behind his brow pounding. he winces.
it takes him longer than he wants to, to find someone to cover the counter for him. placing a be right back sign at the register, while he paced through the restaurant. he was urgent, though he still found time to pick up some plates and run them to the kitchen. his gait quick as he moves down the hall, after appointing a spare waitress for now. citing that he needed to go check on vanessa, as she had disappeared from the floor. 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕. chewing them idly before he pauses. brown leather shoes halting, as his brows narrow. despite the soundproofing of the backroom, he could head her faint screaming.
a newfound panic and urgency filling his eyes, his pace quickens until he was ripping open the door. the call of her name frozen in his open mouth, as air sucks down into his throat.
he finds it almost hard to breath at first. staring from behind his glasses, open mouthed and pinched brows. almost in horror, though he feels like his inhales do not satiate him. 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗. closely his lips close. finding himself slowly entering and closing the door, before anyone sees. lips wet drying tiers, and his mouth finally fully closes. he has to play this just right. he looks at her, concerned. hands smoothing slowly down the front of his hips, and down the front of his thighs. coming back up the sides. "did he harm you, sweetheart?"
There was some part of her that wished it hadn't been William that had found her. His voice instantly snapping her from her haze - taking in the scene before her with understandable terror. She'd done that. Vanessa had caved someone's fucking skull in - "William?" Her voice, elevated in pitch, trembling. Green eyes wide with fear as she turns back to look at him, Vanessa's face is pale - a stark contrast to the crimson splattered across it. If it had been a random parent, or a small child, they'd have yelled for attention, she'd be swiftly whisked off to a cell to ruminate while they stewed over if they should fry her or fill her full of poison for her sins.
When she's fully facing him, he can see just how bad she looks. Uniform soaked in sweat, drenched in blood. Hair disheveled, faint brown streaks of eyeliner rolling down her cheeks. If anything it looks like she's the one that got hurt.
A few stumbling attempts at a sentence, rough approximations of 'maybes' and 'he dids'. It was a complicated story, one she wasn't keen to tell. Vanessa's throat felt like sandpaper as she choked out a full sentence. "He did - in the past and - he grabbed me. I was afraid he was going to hurt me, Mr. Afton you know I wouldn't do something like this normally - I feel sick."
Stumbling forward, blood-soaked hands clung to his shirt. Those big green eyes stared up at him, pleading. "I didn't mean to hurt him - I just...I got carried away, you believe me, right?"
[ im sorry for being obsessed with vanessa (it will continue)
