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"Once you start asking questions, innocence is gone"
Independent and Selective female multi-muse rp blogs from fandoms such as Dune, Marvel, Hunger Games, ACOTAR, Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries and more.
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Once again there's no impulse to move as his palm comes dangerously close to her throat. She doesn't move even knowing there is an eternal battle inside of him right now. A hand that could kill- that desires to kill and control- battling the pieces of him that are gentle. That have touched her sweetly before. A hand that has touched her cheek- hands that hold Vera.
In this moment he is most dangerous, but she will not move.
"I don't think it's Giedi that won't let you go....I don't think you will let yourself let go of it."
Irulan swallows thickly when Feyd mentions Vera, and there's a pain so strong it was as if he truly had just struck her. That little girl...no child- let alone that beautiful little girl deserved to be trapped on this planet. To be raised in this House.
"Don't. Don't do that. Don't wave her in this. She thrives there- you know that. She thrives where there is life- there is no life here. You've seen it. Whether it be there or my House. She shines when there is light- she radiates. She is free. There is no freedom in this place. "
Once more his words are strikes to her soul and it's finally now when the Princess has to take a step back. "....Then I'll go. If this is truly a delusion then I have to business here. I'll resume my role, but on Kaitain, and you can keep yours."
Traitorously, a single tear slips down the corner of her eyes, though she makes no move to brush it away. "....Maybe you're right. Maybe Giedi has you....but I won't let it have me."
He watches that tear track, a bright thread on her skin, and something unnamable claws up his ribs and tries to make a nest there. He bares his teeth at it, at her, at the corridor that thrums like a throat around them. The air smells of hot dust and sweat, and ruination, and his mouth tastes metallic, as if he’s been chewing on the edge of a blade.
“You won’t,” the calm in it feels engineered, assembled piece by piece so it won’t shake, “Not to Kaitain. Not without my leave. And not with her.”
His palm goes to the wall beside her head, a soft thud. Not her throat. Not her face. Stone bites his knuckles and he presses until the ache steadies him. She’s so close he can feel the heat rolling off her, the tiny stir when she swallows. It is obscene how much of him answers to that; the bodily betrayal of his own pulse.
The certainty he clung to tilts under him. It’s a physical thing— like someone has reached in through his ribs and squeezed. Not a clean pain. Grinding, salt in raw wounds. And the worst of it is how banal the truth looks when stripped of his rhetoric: he didn’t leave because he didn’t let himself. He held the leash and handed the other end to his ghosts. He’d lifted Vera’s name like a shield because it fit his hand, because it worked.
--“Stop talking about freedom like you invented it,” it arrives quieter than he intends: nothing like a threat. Something rawer, something half-dead. “You can go. Leave.”
The words skid in his mouth. They feel like yielding a weapon; he forces them through anyway. “... And you can take her. For a span. Not forever.” Has to put teeth on it somewhere— some boundary he can point to like a guardrail or else he will choke on the emptiness she will leave.
His denial rips through her, sending any hope she had for freedom shattering into dust. She was a caged bird her entire life and for a foolish second she thought maybe Feyd Rautha would be the one to unhook that latch, but like so many he was only looking in.
A desperate sound escapes her lips as Feyd corners her, locked in between his arms. Her lip trembles. He could kill her so quickly, so animalistic and brutal- but that's now why she feared. He could take away her dreams...he could take away Vera.
"....I have to try," Irulan manages to whisper. "I can't give up. We can't give up...we were so close."
And then in a breath, he frees her, then Vera, and another sound comes from her but this time her head falls to the side of his. "...She needs you." Lips press to his skin as her hand comes to cradle the other side of his face. "And you need her. Feyd, please. Who will she reach for when she is tired or frightened? When she needs home? And you can't..she is your humanity."
A shaky breath comes and her head falls to his shoulder. "...Come with. I need you to come with."
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kiss roulette
inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear
A kiss on the cheek
A kiss on the nose
A kiss on the forehead
A kiss to the top of the head
A firm kiss
A gentle peck
A romantic kiss
A platonic kiss
A kiss to the eyelid
A kiss along the jawline
A kiss to the neck
A kiss along the collar bone
A kiss on the chest
A kiss to the stomach
A kiss along the hips
A kiss in the rain
An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss
A kiss while laughing
A kiss underwater
A rough kiss
WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)
A french kiss/kiss with tongue
A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances
A sleepy kiss
A kiss that's an accident
A kiss while one or both parties are crying
A kiss in greeting
A kiss in parting
A kiss to the back of the hand
A kiss to the palm of the hand
A kiss to the inner thigh
A kiss while someone watches
A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking
A kiss after a bite
A kiss against a wall
A kiss to the shoulder
A kiss to the back of the neck
A kiss while one party is carried
A tentative kiss
An impulsive kiss
A kiss out of spite
A clumsy kiss
A bloody kiss
❛ 29 . a kiss over a wound + feyd and irulan
@topshelfperverts
"Go away," quietly Irulan demands as she remains seated in the corner of the room, knees to her chest. It had all happened so fast, she'd hardly even registered that Giedi creature had grabbed her before it struck her palm. It wasn't but mere milliseconds before she was pulled backwards and the part human part animal's head was sliced from it's body. She didn't even have time to scream and then was whisked away into some infirmary where her wound was wrapped.
The Princess looks up as Feyd, to no surprise, continues to talk towards her despite her request. "If you've come to mock me, I can assure you my humiliation is filled for one day. Nothing you do or say will cause any greater effect. Furthermore I don't appreciate-"
Her words are cut off with a fearful sharp gasp as the Na Baron takes her wrist and presses his lips gently to her bandaged palm. Her eyes widen and she can't decide whether or not she should pull her hand away or remain still. Each seem equally as dangerous.
".......What are you doing?"
❛ i can still close my eyes & trace every curve & dip of your soul . ❜ valya to irulan :3
@topshelfperverts
Could she feel the way her soul quivered?
Surely the Harkonnen could see the way her features twitched with fear, though was quickly replaced with Bene Gesserit composure. Emerald eyes track the Na Baron's twin, fighting back every urge in her body to flee from this very spot.
Yet slowly the Princess sucked in a slow breath, gathering as much courage she could muster before speaking.
"It seems you may be overly confident in your abilities. You know nothing of my soul, just Geidi tainted misery. You speak boldly, and yet I'll remind you, this is not how you speak to a Princess nor anyone of the Corrino name."
“ I wish I could hate you. It would hurt less than this. ” (( feyd for irulan :( ))
@deficd
“Look at me.”
Quiet steps are taken towards the Baron, hands reaching upwards to remove her gold headdress so he could have a whole view of her face.
“I betrayed you, I did, and I knew that it would hurt you, but I did it anyways. I hate that it did, but I won’t apologize for having to do so…. But look at me.”
Hands now come to his face, softly holding his pale features in her palms, her thumb gently stroking the skin. “You hate so fiercely, it’s justified and cruel, and yet the man who hates everything can’t hate someone who hurt him…so tell me what it is you feel towards me.” Trembling fingers brush over his mouth coated in that black filth, likely a defense to keep that Harkonnen wall up- along with a freshly shaven head.
“Feyd Rautha Harkonnen, tell me what you feel……please..”
DON’T WORRY DARLING (2022) dir. Olivia Wilde
a few random side-plot ideas
ENEMIES TO LOVERS
they have a century long family feud and their parents hate one another, so they act like they hate each other even if they know they don't
someone makes person one believe that person two likes them and they start acting differently so now there's a huge misunderstanding
they both end up trapped/lost on an island with just the two of them after a camping trip gone wrong with a group of friends
they're both lawyers and are defending opposing sides in court (one is working for the plaintiff and the other for the defendant/one is with the prosecution and the other is working for the defendant) and there are huge clashes between the two of them due to past rivalry
one of them needs an offer from the other one so they start acting overly nice and love bombing, and it ends up working
FRIENDS TO LOVERS
person one is in need of a date for an upcoming family event because they've been lying about being with someone so they beg person two to come with them
they have to help plan a mutual friends' wedding and have to spend even more time together than usual
they start co-parenting for a pet/child they rescued together, which brings them way closer than ever before
person one has a romantic dream about person two one night, which turns things very awkward for them
person one goes through a really rough breakup with a toxic ex, leading to person two showing them what a healthy relationship looks like and they end up falling for each other
FAKE DATING/MARRIAGE
person one has been crushing on person two for ages, so they initiate a 'fake' relationship as an excuse to get closer to each other
person one is a celebrity and had a very public breakup so they want the paparazzi to stop sharing sad photos of them, hence a fake relationship
person one wants to piss their parents off by dating someone who is 'unfit' so they go to person two, looking for a fake relationship
they're both broke and know that you get a lot of gifts when you get married so they decide to go for it, even though they don't like each other that much
they're both celebrities who often get shipped so they decide to give the fans what they want to see even though they're not really together behind the scenes
both characters are gay and enter a secret lavendar marriage to hide their truth from other people like family and friends
ARRANGED MARRIAGE
one of them is only there to gather secrets and ruin the family they've married into - that was always the plan. but what happens when they begin to fall in love?
person one's ex shows up to wreck the new arranged marriage, leading to conflict between the newlyweds
person one was sold into the marriage by a family member and person two feels bad for them but they don't have a choice in any of this either
they were previously in a relationship and broke up but their parents got together and forced them to get married instead of going their seperate ways, leading to family conflict and tension
angst-y sentence starters
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .
“ I never asked you to save me - I asked you to stay. ”
“ You keep saying you’re fine, but I can still see the blood on your hands. ”
“ Don’t touch me. Everyone I love ends up broken. ”
“ I forgave you the first three times. There won’t be a fourth. ”
“ You weren’t there when I needed you most, so why are you here now? ”
“ I stopped counting the days since you left - turns out forever is shorter than I thought. ”
“ All those promises you made sound like lies when I say them out loud. ”
“ I kept your side of the bed empty for a year. It’s time to admit you’re not coming back. ”
“ You look at me like I’m a ghost, but you’re the one who killed us. ”
“ I would have burned the world down for you. You wouldn’t even cross the street. ”
“ Say it. Say you never loved me so I can finally stop hoping. ”
“ The worst part isn’t that you lied - it’s that I still believed you. ”
“ I practiced smiling in the mirror so you wouldn’t notice I’m falling apart. ”
“ You taught me how to trust again. Thanks for the lesson. ”
“ Every time you walk away, a piece of me goes with you. ”
“ I didn’t lose you. You threw me away the moment someone better came along. ”
“ Stop apologizing. The damage is already done. ”
“ I still reach for you in my sleep and wake up colder than before. ”
“ You said ‘forever’ like it was easy. ”
“ I keep replaying the last time you said my name, trying to hear love in it. ”
“ The silence after you left is louder than any fight we ever had. ”
“ I was ready to die for you. You weren’t even willing to live for me. ”
“ Tell me where it hurts, so I know where to stop touching. ”
“ You moved on so fast I didn’t even get the chance to miss you properly. ”
“ I built my whole world around you, and you just walked out the door without looking back. ”
“ The worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves to survive loving you. ”
“ I finally deleted your number. My phone still autocorrects ‘I’m sorry’ to your name. ”
“ You weren’t the villain - you were just cruel with good intentions. ”
“ I hate that I still check if you’re okay when I’m the one bleeding. ”
“ We didn’t break up. We slowly tore each other apart until there was nothing left to save. ”
“ You said you’d never make me cry. Look at me now. ”
“ I keep the voicemail you left the night everything fell apart. I’ve listened to it so many times I know your pauses by heart. ”
“ Loving you feels like drowning in slow motion while you stand on the shore. ”
“ I wasn’t enough to make you stay, but I was enough to make you feel guilty about leaving. ”
“ You came back like nothing happened, but I’m still picking up pieces you don’t even see. ”
“ I stopped leaving the porch light on. You never noticed anyway. ”
“ The saddest part is I still defend you when people ask why I’m not over it. ”
“ You didn’t just break my heart - you broke my ability to believe anyone else. ”
“ I finally understand why you always said ‘don’t get attached.’ You never planned on staying. ”
“ Every happy memory we had now feels like evidence in a crime scene. ”
“ I wish I could hate you. It would hurt less than this. ”
“ You keep asking what you can do to fix this. Start by going back in time. ”
“ I smiled in all the photos so no one would know you were destroying me behind them. ”
“ The hardest part of letting go is realizing you let go first. ”
“ I still flinch when someone says your name like it’s a curse. ”
“ You weren’t a chapter - you were the whole book, and now it’s on fire. ”
“ I didn’t lose feelings. They were murdered, slowly, every time you chose not to choose me. ”
“ I hope one day you look for me in a crowded room and feel what I feel every single day. ”
“ You walked away like it was easy, but I’m still here trying to remember how to breathe without you. ”
“ I finally stopped waiting for you. That’s the closest thing to healing I’ve managed so far. ”
Bucky followed the music, more so than jostling with some of the other Howlies that had been invited along. Somewhere Steve was already ahead, thankfully in proper dress attire like the rest of the crew. The brass player's notes punctuated the air admits the buzz of talk that wafted out towards him every time the door opened. He was more eager to get inside for the warmth and the promise of real food more than what they were here to do — show face and mingle. Bucky smiled and nudged Jones as they crossed the threshold into the warmth and light of the room. Immediately his eyes went up, scoping out the decorations and the high ceilings. This place was huge, and it was always interesting how these places were so detached from the battles that sometimes were only mere miles away. Like a well oiled machine they started to disperse. It was a group effort, to make good impressions, to keep social graces fluid and greased for the war effort. While they might not be getting shot at, something about these things always made him uneasy. Perhaps it was the unspoken favors that were passed between figures behind practiced smiles. He tried to shrug it off and while it was good to get out of the winter London air, he already felt too warm. He swallowed and looked around, pretending to adjust his shirt's collar and fix his tie as he drifted through the crowd and headed to the proverbial punch bowl. He was gonna need to get warmed up before getting to task.
@inn0cencestrained
The entirety of her life, war was glamorized. Her own father, a decorated World War I hero surrounded by glorified veterans, praised the strength of the soldier. For so long war was nothing more than a game- a game where the good guys always win and always come out on top.
Just like her father did.
But when the Second World War began, that idolization of war suddenly became a gnawing pit of worry, only to become a stabbing after her fiancé Harry enlisted after Pearl Harbor. Even then, the pictures and newspapers continued to only show the positives of the war. They were winning. They would always win.
Which was why Gwen eagerly agreed to accompany her father to London on a trip to greet some of the American soldiers taking a short leave before heading back to the battlefields.
That eagerness swiftly fell away when their first stop was to visit soldiers fighting and recovering in hospital beds. Men laying on cots in agony, limbs missing, bloodied, burned, and beat. More than one screaming at nurses just to end their suffering. Another grasping Gwen’s hand and begging her to tell his family from Idaho that he loved them.
Those images remained as she, her father, and his political allies and entourage were escorted back to The Ritz, while she was dressed in luxury fabrics and potioned and pampered to perfection. They remained as they drove to the ballroom. And they remained and Gwen did her best to be the good societal daughter she was brought up to be.
But it didn’t take long before the room to feel far too crowded, far too crushing. Quickly Gwen scurried towards the exit, her brown hues so focused on the door to the lobby she couldn’t stop herself from bumping into the dark haired soldier by the drinks. “F-Forgive me- I apologize,” Gwen called over her shoulder as she hurried out of the ballroom and out into the winter air.
His eyes tell her the truth before his words do, and Irulan can't help the hitch in her breath that there was absolutely no one to protect that stolen child, and suddenly she's so quick to know that Harkonnen rage. If Piter was in this room she know what she would do, and it takes everything inside of her in this very moment from standing up and finding the Menat and acting out her wish.
How easily she could order that thing to his knees. How quickly she could bring him to commit his own death. Perhaps she'd make him suffocate, or force a blade inside himself, maybe a fall...
Scenarios run over and over in her mind, yet Feyd's brush on her wrist brings her back...even if it's only for a moment.
"Would you mock me if I did?" the Princess whispers, a soft glass coating her emerald eyes. She releases a shaky exhale and her free hand comes to his arm, softly holding it while her thumb mimics his.
"Where's Piter? I need you tell me-" Another shaky breath. "I need you to tell me where Piter is because I...J-Just...where is he?"
send in " SLAP OR KISS " to find out if the receiver's muse would slap or kiss your muse when presented with the opportunity!
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 ; 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 . ( a series of kiss prompts . some nsfw material present . )
❛ 01 . a kiss to say hello . ❛ 02 . a kiss for the first time . ❛ 03 . a kiss after a long time apart . ❛ 04 . a kiss to apologize . ❛ 05 . a kiss to forgive . ❛ 06 . a kiss during a fight . ❛ 07 . a kiss to say what you can’t say aloud . ❛ 08 . a kiss in secret / a forbidden kiss . ❛ 09 . a kiss to prove a point . ❛ 10 . a kiss against a wall . ❛ 11 . a kiss on a rooftop . ❛ 12 . a kiss that seals a marriage . ❛ 13 . a kiss before one goes away . ❛ 14 . a kiss in the shower . ❛ 15 . a kiss that comes out of nowhere . ❛ 16 . a kiss first thing in the morning . ❛ 17 . a kiss last thing at night . ❛ 18 . a kiss during combat . ❛ 19 . a kiss during a fake relationship . ❛ 20 . a kiss out of desperation . ❛ 21 . a kiss on the cheek . ❛ 22 . a kiss on the forehead . ❛ 23 . a kiss on the back of the hand . ❛ 24 . a kiss on the neck . ❛ 25 . a kiss on the fingertips . ❛ 26 . a kiss on the stomach . ❛ 27 . a kiss to end the sexual tension . ❛ 28 . a kiss over a scar . ❛ 29 . a kiss over a wound . ❛ 30 . a kiss to say goodbye .
It was one thing to be turned into a werewolf.. To grapple with the fact that not only were the things of nightmares real, but that he'd become one. A thing. A beast, willed by wants of blood, and torn meat between his jagged teeth. The moons call wasn't one he was able to avoid, no matter how much he willed it away.. It was another thing to have some stupid, invisible call tethering you to a group of what would otherwise be strangers. Not that Jake was defective- he felt things he couldn’t explain. Held certain loyalties he couldn’t pin his finger on. Still, he was stubborn. He tried to live his old life as long as he could.
The thing was that while he could do his best to fight what he'd become... he had become it. Beyond that, probably because of his own goddamn stubborn nature, he had been pulled into leadership. A group that was just as lost as he was. One that people would have looked at and immediately resigned to a lost cause. He doesn't know how many he lost before he went down for the final time. Hell, it's not until he hears a voice- it's distant, echoing. Life had been good, it had been soft. Finally, it had been kind. For him, for Gwen. His index finger twitched. Upward- toward her. It's a dream.. It always was. Maybe he had died, and this was his brains last go at a happy ending. Gwen was there, and if she was there, he knows that if nothing else, he's loved.
If this was his end, then.. well, he guesses he did okay. Then, he hears the humor in her voice. Not the saintly all embracing loving hymns of an angel, down on earth to pull him away; but one to keep him here. His eyes fluttered, his chest rose further as his breath deepened. ".. Gwen..?"
Brown hues examine every inch of his exposed skin and the damage done to his body and there's a piece of her that feels such guilt- if she'd just refused to let him go. He was stubborn, but so was she. If she'd just been able to keep him...to get him far far away. The urge would always be there, sure- but couldn't she have at least tried?
Another tear falls down her cheek as her breath hitches, giving a quick sniff as Gwen glances towards the open door, seeing the faint outline of a female in the shadows. Whoever it was didn't trust her- and honestly Gwen wasn't sure if she could believe anything differently herself.
She's about to speak towards the shadow until she catches his finger twitching upwards. Immediately Gwen's hands move to wrap around his, choking out a small sob when he is able to whisper out her name.
"I'm here. I'm here, I'm right here." Her hand now reaches to gently brush his cheek. "Just stay still...it's okay...you're going to be okay...just...just rest..."
@freakinghosty
He'd told her it wasn't safe for her any longer. He was going to leave. He told her to stop trying to find him. And he told her to stop hunting.
She vowed to him that she would...and so she did.
None of it was easy and truth be told Gwen still found most of her nights wrapped under a blanket with agonizing tears streaming down her cheeks. There was a piece of her that belonged to him and no matter how much time had went by, there was no recovering from that. It would forever and always be absent for as long as Jake Riley was out of her life.
However, somehow life went on. She remained home in Whitefish, despite everything that was now empty in her life where it was once so full here. No matter what, she never could shake this place and she found herself starting over at her childhood ranch. Besides, she knew the pack Jake belonged to traveled throughout the northern middle parts of the Rocky Mountains...and while she never knew where he was, the thought that maybe he was close by filled her with enough comfort to keep going.
Rufus still remained committed on checking in on her, the old man even bothered slowing down himself just to help keep an eye on her as she started over, watching on as a proud father figure as she began reintroducing herself to society, to friendships, and normalcy- what he'd always wished for her. And even though Gwen had promised to leave it alone, Rufus had always kept track of where Jake's pack was...which was why he was reluctantly able to tell her that there had been a massive and bloody infighting in between the pack, leaving at least six wolves under the alpha dead. Four more had managed to escape...one who protected as many as they could and was now critically wounded.
Gwen knew that very second which wolf that was.
She wasn't exactly sure what to expect as she drove through the mountains near Crawford Bay in Canada, but Rufus had managed to pry more information about Jake's whereabouts and at dusk Gwen's boots crunched softly in the snow as she headed towards the lone and secluded cabin in front of her.
It came as no surprise when Gwen's body was slammed down onto the snow, a knife- undoubtedly silver- pressed to her neck. "Wait!" She cried out, forcing herself to keep from struggling. "Wait please! Please! I just need to see him....please!"
It was man's voice that stopped the creature on top of her from piercing that blade in her chest and Gwen's heart raced as she turned her head to look towards the cabin door. "....It's bad....isn't it?"
Slowly Gwen was allowed onto her feet and inside the cabin and led down a hallway into a small bedroom. Her heart nearly shattered at the sight of Jake laying unconscious on the bed covered in bruises and bandages, but slowly she forced herself to enter.
She falls in the chair beside the bed, shaking hands softly brushing along the wound free areas of his arm. "....How did we know it was you...huh?.....always causing trouble" A single tear slips down her cheek. "....I'm here....I'm here..."
