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𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓.      A multimuse of various mediums, enthralled by N.

carrd.     rules.     characters.     interest checker.     thread tracker.

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young ramsay snow sc

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¹ .ㅤ‘ via the system of touch ’ .     the following is a compilation of   action based   prompts , originally created by me . warnings applied for : some potential nsfw / suggestive themes .   ( additionally : send ‘ + ’ to reverse the roles , and have the   receiver   be the one to perform the action ) .   do not add anything on to these memes .  

hands.  for your muse to take a hold of my muse’s hand.

tie.  for your muse to adjust an article of clothing on my muse.

combat.  for our muses to train together in combat.

pin.  for your muse to pin mine to ( the ground / the wall / a surface ).

push.  for your muse to push mine in a playful manner.

shove.  for your muse to shove mine in an aggressive manner.

tend.  for your muse to help tend to my muse’s injuries.

trace.  for your muse to trace their hand along my muse’s ( skin / scars ).

gag.  for your muse to place their hand over my muse’s mouth, to try to keep them quiet.

kiss.  for your muse to kiss my muse.

hair.  for your muse to brush my muse’s hair from their face.

pull.  for your muse to pull my muse close to them.

sit.  for your muse to encourage mine to sit and rest.

lap.  for your muse to pull my muse onto their lap.

tackle.  for your muse to tackle my muse to the ground.

fight.  for your muse to physically attack my muse ( by hitting / punching / kicking / etc).

neck.  for your muse to place their hand around my muse’s neck.

throat.  for your muse to hold something against my muse’s throat.

collapse.  for your muse to catch mine, preventing them from falling to the ground.

carry.  for your muse to insist on carrying my muse when injured.

warmth.  for our muses to seek warmth from each other, after being caught in a ( snow storm / rain shower ).

morning after.  for our muses to wake up together the next morning, after having a one night stand.

wake.  for your muse to wake mine up by kissing their ( shoulder / neck / lips / etc ).

dance.  for your muse to force my muse to dance with them.

drink.  for our muses to spend time together whilst drunk.

swim.  for our muses to go for a late night swim.

intimacy.  for our muses to embrace each other after sex.

death.  for your muse to comfort mine after they have lost a loved one.

goodbye.  for your muse to hold mine as they lay dying in their arms.

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𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐈.   @pyrinas  ( Lenora )

“Are you listening to me? I feel like you’re not listening to me.”

     “Of course I’m listening.” Hissed the Warden, his heavy boots made silenced by the skillful steps of a hunter, as he closes the difference between them. If she weren’t such of a ( bitch ) formidable opponent, perhaps Ramsay would have struck her. No, she and he were the same at their core. She could easily become just as vicious as him — if not more-so.       “I’m thinking.” Bites the Bolton heir, just as monstrous as his hounds. Just as lethal. Just as hungry; as tender. But no pup is born bad — contrary to the cold words of the late Leech Lord, there is no such thing as black blood. No, daemon dogs are created, by cruel masters and few choices but to flash ferocious canines. “Judging by the current state of your plan, it seems you haven’t been.” Ramsay murmurs into his goblet ( ever the glutton, every greedy ).       Eyes of ice bore unto the flame of the fireplace, to the Wyck’s own. “How much longer until you concede and allow my alternative plan to commence?”

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𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐈.   @babydxhl

“My family’s of no concern to you.”

     ‘I believe it is.’ Frail fingers move with a firm finality. ‘Family can tell a lot about a person . . .’ The ravens gaze twitches, before his facade is fixed. ‘I was no one. I had no family.’ A slight pause, ‘I owe a great debt to Oswald, and hold my father very dear. But my background molded me into the man I am now, and it’s impacted how I’ve had to earn my way to the top.’      A soft sign escapes narrowed lips pursed into a frown — those that have known days without the embrace of food or water thanks to the neglect of his mother and father. Of his uncle. Of every adult in his life prior to the Penguin. ‘That’s not to say it says everything. Family is not fatality. It’s just a piece to the puzzle.’       An easy shrug rolls along ever aching shoulder blades. ‘But if you don’t feel like sharing right now, that’s fine. Not saying anything tells me enough that I need to know.’ 

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𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄.    @pyrinas  ( Lenora )

     The little match girl of his memory sings mischievous melodies to Hatter. Soft syllables only he can summon — words lifted from old folk tales are easily planted in the mind of madness. “Ah, Miss Wyck. I’m so glad to see you’re finally awake.” Murmured the puppeteer. “And you are quite a sight to see.” He added, his voice gaining grandiosity alongside the flicker of a growing grin.      “The longer she stands, the shorter she grows . . .” His gaze prods at her, like a needle against stubborn silk. “But you must be careful. When kissed with fire, there are drastic differences between a mere candle and the power of a well-constructed pyre.” Down with the bloody Red Queen —Yes, the hungry flame before him must be careful; lest she be snuffed by her enemies. Or worse: her allies.       “A trail of bodies follows you — blood hidden underneath the fallen autumn leaves. But understand, my friends are upon the forest floor. And, alongside them, I can see truths hidden to simple playing cards.” In his hand, a deck appears, the names of her victims written upon the facade of each terrible tarot. Details of the deceased are revealed with a flick of gloved digits before the card is caught aflame by the candle burning upon table between them. Murky orbs of midnight are made mesmerized by its glow— inky puddles reflect the light’s radiant recital before he offers another recitation: “Here comes a candle to light you to bed, And here comes a chopper to chop off your head! Chip chop, chip chop, the last man is dead.” Honeyed words drip from lips of hibiscus.      “So, just how are you killing them?” Brows raise, yet he doesn’t offer any time for answers before he offers his own. “With your flame? With an axe? Perhaps poison? Or a hired hitman?” Dramatically, a shrug is given, as the young man’s posture collapses in his dining chair. “Not that it necessarily matters—” He mumbles. “The means.” His gaze waltzes to her own, with a slight bow of his head as if offering his hand to dance. “I’m simply curious. Of you. And your wonders.” Words are strung together as he finds himself tripped by another tangent. “My charming Cheshire must be careful of curiosity. Cats only have so many lives to spare, after all. Yet, contrastingly, curiosity is the glue that holds a hatter together.”       “I'll have you know, I am much more useful as a friend than a foe. But, before we share tea and biscuits, I must know your intentions and intricacies.”

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might add remus lupin as a muse, might take a semi-hiatus

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𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃.    @pyrinas  ( Erin )

    Out of the frying pan, into the fire. It seemed the youth was made to be burned, beaten and blistered— scarred. ( Ever always scared. ) Flames, blood — the foreboding hue followed him. No matter how far he traveled, no matter how fast he ran, in the end, he was always captured and consumed; ( perfect prey for his new psychiatrist ).     Will had become a savior in the young boy’s eyes. And as such, he idolized him. Fayren made a home in Will’s shadow, silently following him whenever possible — a beaten puppy eager to stay by his new master’s side. Living with the profiler seemed a step towards a normal life ( not that he felt he deserved normal. How could he? After the terrible things he’s done. He didn’t deserve a happy ending. In the end, it seemed like fate agreed, her hands ruining the peaceful life Fay was beginning to settle into in an instant … ). The protection that Will offered was the closest thing to love the boy had ever managed. He reached out for the other’s affection desperately, hoping it wouldn’t slip through the cracks of his trembling fingers. In truth, they were only fooling themselves. Fay needed someone to command him, and Will needed a new project — the recent loss of Will’s initial surrogate child left him lonely and paternal; eager for an heir to teach how to fish ( among other things ).     Even against the ferocious separation anxiety that had developed with Will’s return to work, the empath made a stern effort to avoid Fayren’s entanglement in his role. He had already witnessed far more death and decay than anyone should — especially a child; a victim, forced into an intimate involvement with his mother’s brutality ( this view of the youth was a stark contrast to TattleCrime’s headlines: Killer Kid ). Despite the facts that Fayren had met Jack Crawford prior to his newly appointed guardian, and that he was obliged to regular sessions with the good Doctor Lecter, Will was adamant in his attempts to give the boy a life outside of crime and tragedy. Instead, they went on long walks through the sea of trees behind their lighthouse of a farmhouse, a pack of panting and happy dogs far ahead of their pace.     Will’s disappointment, Fayren imagined, upon picking up his cell to hear that there’s been another death at his hands — bloodstained and quivering —  made his stomach churn. It was obvious that Jack didn’t have much experience around children, as no effort was made to stifle the exasperated sigh which left pursed lips as he shrouded the boy’s frail figure in a foil blanket. He didn’t say how long it would take until Will arrived. He didn’t say anything at all. And Fay didn’t ask. Instead, the two stood in a tense silence. Minutes passed before finally, the agent cleared his throat and informed that the M.E. team would arrive soon and they would likely have questions and requirements for him. A sole, solemn nod was given in response, as he waited, wondering whether these were his last moments of freedom before being returned to yet another imprisonment.

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when the gotham rpc is dead and you’re considering adding a bunch more muses bc you got brainrot for certain character dynamics

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𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐈.   @cranedre​

“I will not warn you again.”

     “Your mind is so rigid, Doctor.” The budding poppy sapling sneered before sipping from his tea cup sat upon saucer. “I could change that.” He added in a soft murmur, tilting his head and letting long locks of midnight swing like an abandoned swing at a children’s park come sundown.        “I enjoy sending the Queen’s card guard to the looney bin as much as the next gentleman, but it is worth taking pause. Your toxin — as magnificent and glorious as the vile Jabberwock herself — scrambles the mind.” A slight pause, followed by a hum. “A lobotomy injected, if you will.” Added the hatter with a soft sigh.       “I make use of the men’s minds I manipulate before discarding them. But it seems you’ve only been tormenting your victims for terror’s sake. You left me no choice but to act on my own.” Mahogany hues fall to the pocket watch in his hand, clotted ink lashes flit deftly in the candlelight. “If it is any consolation, I truly did not intend to obstruct your planned and plotted path, my dear March Hare.” 

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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒.   @marblewon​

“I can’t stop the bleeding.”

     Her life had never meant anything. The universe went unnoticed the years wherein she paid the price for her rightful revenge. ‘You have a reason to get out of here, but I don't.’ How ironic that the other had become her reason . . . As crimson spilled from her stomach and consumed the fabric of her teal jumpsuit, a genuine smile blossomed from her expression. Her life had never meant anything, but at least her death would have purpose.      The young woman was unwavering in her decision, diving to push Sae-byeok out of the way of a stray bullet without a hint of hesitation. Akin to a sudden gasp, the shot pierced through soft flesh of ivory in an instant. Like falling from a cliff into the moon’s beloved sea, ( like falling in love with the other woman, ) a wave of cool clarity fell over Ji-yeong. As midnight lashes fluttered and her gaze fell upon the girl at her side, holding her tightly, a soft hush spilled from rosebud lips. “Hey, it-it’s okay.” Ji-yeong cooed, using the fading energy left in her to bring her palms to the other’s face. “Sae-byoek,” She breathed softly, salty tears collecting at the crevasses of her eyes before falling onto cheeks still upturned into a smile. “Win for me, okay?”

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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒

                                                     𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄                                       

“You’re dripping blood on the carpet.” “When I said scars are kinda sexy, I didn’t mean you should get one right away…” “Press that against the wound, I’m going to get the med kit.” “It’s bleeding quite badly.” “Oh God, what happened to you?!” “You’re covered in blood! Is it yours?” “Your head looks pretty bad. I’m sure it’ll need stitches.” “It’s going to hurt for a moment, but I’ll need to clean the wound.” “I’m so sorry this happened to you. But you’re safe now.” “That’s a pretty nasty bruise. Want some ice?” “Does it still hurt?” “I don’t think a band aid is gonna fix this…” “Whoa, hey, stay with me! You’re as white as a ghost. Don’t pass out.” “Damn, that must hurt. I’m sure there are some painkillers around here.” “You have to be seen by a doctor. This isn’t going to heal on its own.” “It looks broken. Can you move it at all?” “Here, lean on me. I’ll support you.” “I’m not going to leave you behind. If need be, I’ll carry you.” “I’m going to pick you up now, okay? Just hold on to me.” “Everything is going to be okay. Just hang in there.”

“I don’t feel so good.” “It’s seeping through the bandages.” “My head is throbbing. I think I have a concussion.” “I can barely breathe, it hurts so bad!” “It looks worse than it is. I’m sure it’ll be gone in a couple of days…” “You should see the other one.” “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want your pity.” “It was my fault, really. I wasn’t paying attention and got hit in the face.” “Getting stabbed wasn’t really on my bucket list.” “I don’t think I can walk.” “Leave me behind, please. I’m just going to slow you down.” “Am I going to die?” “I can’t stop the bleeding.” “I think the bruise matches my eye color.” “Don’t touch it, please! It hurts.” “I don’t want to go to a hospital. I hate doctors!”

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jonathan crane / scarecrow sc

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𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐈.   @pyrinas  ( Arhen )

“Who you become now…that is up to you.”

     “That’s such bullshit.” Rickon snapped in response, kicking a nearby rock as the pair walked along the street. Hands shoved into his jacket pockets, this conversation made the youth want to disappear into the coat protecting him from the harsh November air. A heavy exhale — he wanted a cigarette. Or alcohol. Or drugs. Or the company of a much older man who only looked at him as some fuck-toy. He wanted self destruction.      He was made uncomfortable by Iren and Arhen’s kindness. And irritated with their attempts to mold him into a functioning member of society. Fuck society — he couldn’t give less of a shit what others thought of him. People only leave, so there’s no point in wasting time and effort on the naive fantasy that they might stay. That they might love you.       “My fate was decided before I was even born.” Murmured Rickon bitterly. “My chances died when my father went off and got himself killed.” Added the boy, grip tightening in his pockets. A large part of him loathed Ned Stark. For many reasons, but especially that he chose honor over his family. He chose a righteous death over his son — the youngest wolf, ( wild as a winter storm, ) a mere child who he had barely tried to know in the little time they had together. 

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𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.   @pyrinas  ( Iren )

Dress: for sender to help zip up a piece of clothing on receiver.

     She hadn’t planned on getting Iren anymore involved than she already had. After all, simply being an acquaintance of Will Graham was dangerous enough; it wasn’t right for Margot to pull her further into the forest ( where the monsters lurked ). However, her conscious was overpowered by a desperation for tenderness, and with every soft touch, Margot was wrapped tighter and tighter around Iren’s finger. Whispered sweet nothings spill from lips eager for embrace, reveling in the other’s blissful kisses even when left beyond breathless — a beautiful breathlessness. One of passion, rather than the choking that followed her brother's grip.       Regardless of how whole the other woman made her feel, Margot knew that staying the night had been a mistake. Her brain wracked for a believable excuse in response to her unusual night out upon her brother’s inevitable confrontation. Lost in thought and struggling to reach the zipper along her spine, she was startled when familiar fingerprints gently caressed her once more, easily assisting her with the dress with a serenity Margot longed to share. Despite initially freezing, Margot was ( pathetically ) quick to ease into Iren’s touch. But when heavy lids came to a momentary close, her brother’s haunting image surfaced, and the woman abruptly distanced herself from her paramour. “I— thanks.” She fumbled, reaching for her jacket and purse. “I, should get going,” Crumpled words trailed, eager for any excuse to stay.