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Michelle Fairley as (no-nonsense) Marian Wallace in Gangs of London

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@impulsivcty​

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chaste    kiss    pressed    upon    brow    bone,    gaze    soft    &    pleading.                    ❛     hush  now  my  love,   i’m  fine.     ❜                    fingers    settling    against    stomach,    hoping    to    quell    the    nausea    that    bubbles.    the    last    thing    they    needed    was    a    scene,    how    that    would    make    matters    far    worse.                    ❛     where is your brother ?     ❜

                         STARTER     ♡     @flyint ,     featuring :   RHYS FLINT.

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Rachel Weisz in The Favourite (2018)

[inruinmoved]

quiet  nights  were  a  rarity  that  are  most  welcome.   swarming  sounds  of  banter  that  filled  the  ship  are  not  present  in  these  chambers.   this  is  where  they  seek  solace,   escaping  from  the  calculations   &   critical  decision  makings.     ❛  you’re tense.  ❜     simple  observation  made  when  tired  hands  perch  against  shoulders,   muscles  that  reside  below  blazer  are constricted.     ❛  what’s on your mind ?  ❜     tipping  head  down  just  enough  so  that  nose  brushes  against  temple,  lips  leaving  tender  kiss  upon  shell  of  ear.

                    starter call     ♡     @impulsivcty​ ,   featuring :   LAURA ROSLIN.

[ohisms]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

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impulsivcty,     L I S A   T E P E S.

the unexpected entrance permitted draft from the restless forrest to intrude, palms grabbing at robe to pull taut around slender frame. tense constriction within shoulder blades relieving at familiarity of the woman standing before. for it could have been something much terrible she was coming face-to-face with. rouge tinted skin disguise behind fallen tresses at the sound of her name— echoing off the acoustics of castle to provide sweet melody.  ❛ i’m always delighted to be in your company,  your majesty. after all, it is such an honor. ❜  tone remaining soft even with the sarcasm dripping throughout, proper title rolling off tongue with near giggle. lithe fingers tracing lower lip that has upturned into smile. ❛ how was your travel? i hope it was not too tiring. ❜ inquiry posed, remaining still as distance between was closed.  ❛ oh? i’m afraid to say that vlad will not be returning until tomorrow evening. is it something that i can assist with? ❜  features contorting with concern, hues fixating against the woman’s appearance for any area of concern that she’d need to address, mentally noting that dehydration was top of list. 

the  sweet  scent  that  floods  nostrils  upon  the  woman’s  entrance  fuels  hunger.   tongue  sweeps  across  plush  lip,   practically  feasting  off  the  delectable  sight  of  flesh  that  is  offered  before  it’s  regrettably  concealed  by  the  tightening  of  robe.  a  greedy  thing  the  queen  is,   yearning  for  the  fair  maiden  with  an  absence  of  self  control.     ❛  don’t cover up on my account,   this is your home after all.  ❜     how  coy  you  are,   subtly  has  never  been  a  strong  suit :   you  possess  the  makings  of  a  great  ruler,   why  should  you  squander  your  pride  while  pursuing  something  of  desire ?   your  title  has  never  sounded  so  deliciously  enticing  as  it  does  rolling  off  the  tongue  of  this  mere  mortal.   tip  of  tongue  rests  against  roof  of  mouth,   holding  the  sinful  words  that  are  aching  to  pool  out.     ❛  where  has  poor  ol’  vlad  had  to  rush  off  to  on  such  short  notice ?   so  does  that  mean,  ❜     a  pause,  thoughts  churning  as  gleaming  white  fangs  expand,   prowling  ever  closer  with  lazy,   effortless  strides,   gliding  across  stones  with  ease.     ❛  it’s just us girls this evening ?   how   . . .  intriguing,   well that is if i’m welcome to stay for the day.  ❜     how  impolite  it  is  to  impose,   though  when  has  manners  ever  been  something  you’ve  fretted  over ?   inhaling  once  more  as  she  comes  to stand  before  her,   gazing  down  at  the  healer,   awaiting  an  answer.

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@whelvedsecrets​ ,   glinda caregan   :   "Close your eyes. I got a present for you." Glinda waited until Rose followed her instructions, then pulled out a little box from her bag. Carefully, she reached around her and placed a necklace around her throat, tugging and adjusting it a little until she was satisfied with the presentation. "There, you can look now." Smiling widely, Glinda grabbed a mirror and held it up for her to take a look. "I made it for you. Do you like it?"

excitement  builds  in  the  form  of  jittery  hands,   fingers  clench  tight :   nails  embedding  into  palms  to  still  them  as  lids  fall  closed  upon  command.     ❛  what’s the occasion ?  ❜     sweet  gestures  have  remained  a  foreign  concept,   life  has  not  shown  her  everlasting  kindness,   yet  troubles  of  past  slip  away  as  she  grow’s  fonder  of  the  blonde  adjacent.  rich  burgundy  tinted  lips  twitch  when  cool  metal  slides  over  skin,   surprise  given  away  by  actions,   but  it  does  not  dull  the  effect.   finally  when  granted  permission  eyes  flutter  open,   gazing  down  to  admire  the  gift  that  had  so  thoughtfully  bestowed  upon  her.   a gasp !   hand  lifts,   covering  mouth  for  a  brief  moment.     ❛  it’s stunning,   positively exquisite   . . .   you made this ?   for me ?  ❜     lower  lip  pushing  out,   obviously  taken  aback  by  the  indication.

[kylos]

Men make terrible leaders.

[inruinmoved]

leftlimp,   [ 𝗝𝗘𝗙𝗙 𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦 ] :

            ❝   hey,   hang  on      you  think  i  don’t  know  you   better  than  that ?   what’s  goin’  on ?   ❞

𝘄𝗲’𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗲 ?   then why does it feel like the world is constantly falling apart around you ?   you desperately claw at the idea of normality,   fumbling to pick up the pieces of the life you had before                    nothing more than a shattered mess.     ❛  jeff,  ❜     you’re resilient,   something akin to denial begins to fill voice,   but you are exhausted   &   the temptation of accepting fatigue is all too enticing.     ❛  could you just hold me for a minute   . . .   could we be still ?  ❜

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impulsivcty,   [ 𝗟 𝗜 𝗦 𝗔   𝗧 𝗘 𝗣 𝗘 𝗦 ] :

meticulous process to each individual component of potion left the blonde exhausted, mentally scolding self for starting so late in the evening hours. however, the distraction was not discouraged. for the castle remained silent — emptiness echoing throughout halls carrying a chilling draft. lisa had spent many weeks unaccompanied due to working demands of husband. loneliness foreign and only discovered later in life, not particularly in favor to the feeling. fortunately, sounds coming from inside the foyer seemed to indicate she indeed had company. drying hands against the cloth, long strides extended across the hardwood floor, accustomed to unexpected visitors from time-to-time.   ❛  i would appreciate a knock next time—   ❜  words cut off at recognition to familiar face as she rounds corner.  ❛  carmilla, what a lovely surprise. ❜  

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁,   there hasn’t been a moment in your undead life that you haven’t.   with a constant need to satisfy the thirst that consumes you,   you are nothing if not a conqueror.   no matter the size of ambition,   it is within your very nature to devour.   you want her :   quick witted,   resourceful,   fascinating                    unattainable.   awaiting an opportunity to arise would only delay scheme,   a queen does not wait to strike.   the mighty lord of the land has been summoned from his castle,   leaving it’s possessions unguarded for the taking.   carmilla does not intend to let that go to waste.     ❛  what,   not happy to see me,   dearest lisa ?  ❜     inquiry posed with damage to pride,   painted lips pursing as hand lifts daintily to rest against chest.   it’s nothing more than a game to you.   corner of mouth twists,   coy smirk given with little restraint.     ❛  i’m so sorry to intrude,  ❜     steps are long   &   slow as she approaches,   accentuating curves with each exaggerated placement of foot,   train of gown sliding against floor behind.   there is no haste to the way she moves or speaks,   in fact it portrays quite the opposite to what she continues with.     ❛  but you see,   i have information that i believe dracula would like to hear.  ❜

[inruinmoved]

crestazul,   [ 𝗔 𝗡 𝗡 𝗜 𝗘   𝗖 𝗥 𝗘 𝗦 𝗧 𝗔 ] :

“  i  can  never    leave  the  past  behind.  ”

𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 ?   their past   &   present is littered with war,   will they ever be free ?   there are days where you do not see a future,   moments when judgment is clouded by the impending weight of doubt.   you often wonder whether you will taste the sun on your lips again,   but the idea of surrender is a bitter notion,   one that you cannot swallow.   so you persevere,   reaching for what little hope there may be.     ❛  sometimes leaving it behind isn’t what you need   . . .   sometimes you need your past,   need to be able to look back and see how far you’ve come.  ❜