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Michelle Fairley as (no-nonsense) Marian Wallace in Gangs of London
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@impulsivcty
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.
Rachel Weisz in The Favourite (2018)
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.
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 ] .
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.
♡ this for a starter, please specify a muse.
@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.
Men make terrible leaders.
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 ? ❜
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. ❜
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. ❜