[librarywent]

and the worst of the wildlife / wears clothes and can pray;

𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 — a study in abandonment, perseverance, falling, and the pieces of a person. © ( private, selective; reader discretion is advised )

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fayren souma, will graham, rickon stark, jesse pinkman, lip gallagher, ivy isley, selina kyle, margot verger.

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the majority of my content is triggering/heavy; in my writing i often explore the intricacies of experiences revolving around dark/sensitive content including but not limited to trauma, abuse, poverty, violence, torture, incest, mental, personality and mood disorders, eating disorders, and murder. i won't be tagging triggers unless specifically asked; however, each character document lists specific content warning and my character tags are fairly simple for blocking ease.

i am not my writing, mun does not equal muse, and writing about something (specifically the triggers above) does not mean i personally support/condone it.

please fill out my interest tracker. i have a terrible memory and use these responses to take notes to keep track of everything. plus it helps me feel more comfortable with my writing partner.

please read the document for any character(s) you're interested in interacting with; the majority of my portrayals are canon-divergent and headcanon-based.

lastly, i have pretty severe anxiety and autism which impacts my ability to reply to messages. i appreciate direct communication and will do my best to offer the same in return. if i have done something to upset you, please let me know so i can learn from it.

tysm for reading! i hope to interact with you soon ☺ n, she/they, 24, est.

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[librarywent]

“Don't look at me like I’m the only one lying.”

Their eye contact became instantly unbreakable, solid as stone since the moment they first met. Ramsay's expression eased into his signature smirk as he quickly closed the space between them, collapsing in on her like the tide, and cornering her against the stone wall. He craned his neck, letting his breath linger against her throat as his chest pressed into hers. “It seems lying has become our language of love,” he kissed the edge of her mouth and then the bottom of her chin gently, a moment of tenderness before his hand grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him once more. “I see you. I see myself in you. I know you, Nora, as I know myself.” 

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐓. / @pyrinas

[librarywent]

small will graham sc 💕

[recordmemes]

༘⋆｡ stirring the pot starters

a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!

you  weren't  supposed  to  hear  that.

don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying.

want  to  tell  them,  or  should  i?

you  think  i  don't  know  what  you  did?

i've  hit  people  for  less.

oh,  i  thought  you  already  knew.

that's  funny,  you  didn't  say  that  last  night.

say  that  again.  i  dare  you.

you  wanna  talk  about  loyalty?

no  offense,  but  if  you're  the  last  to  know,  that's  on  you.

go  ahead  -  pretend  like  it  wasn't  your  idea!

they  deserve  to  know  the  truth.

you  didn't  hear  this  from  me,  but  -

oh,  so  now  you  care?

don't  flatter  yourself.  you  were  just  convenient.

you  crossed  a  line.

we  had  bets  on  how  long  it  would  last.

it's  not  even  a  secret  anymore.

you  don't  get  to  cry  about  it  now.

touch  me  again  and  see  what  happens.

say  it  again.  louder  this  time.

you  really  thought  nobody  would  find  out?

don't  act  so  innocent.

okay,  but  am  i  the  villain  for  laughing?

tell  me  who  else  knows.  right  now.

this  whole  time,  and  you  didn't  say  a  word?

don't  act  brave  now.

you're  really  gonna  do  this  here?

it  wasn't  supposed  to  get  this  far!

you  can't  rewrite  history.

oh,  i'd  never  say  it  to  their  faces.

it  was  supposed  to  stay  between  us.

we're  all  thinking  it,  i  just  said  it.

you're  not  as  untouchable  as  you  act.

do  you  even  feel  guilty?

they  warned  me  about  you.

go  ahead,  make  it  worse.

if  you  repeat  this,  i'll  deny  everything.

the  next  thing  out  of  your  mouth  better  be  an  apology.

you're  about  three  seconds  away  from  regretting  this.

you  keep  pushing,  and  i'll  push  you  back.

they're  going  to  find  out.

one  more  lie,  and  i  walk.

they're  lying  to  you.

you  need  to  back  off.  now.

you're  defending  them?  after  everything?

don't  try  to  hide  it.

tell  me,  was  i  just  a  placeholder?

you  really  think  sorry  fixes  this?

there's  nothing  left  to  say.

don't  act  like  you're  the  one  hurting.

i  don't  owe  you  any  explanation.

whatever  helps  you  sleep  at  night.

you  should've  seen  this  coming.

i  hope  it  was  worth  it.

i  told  the  truth.  just  not  all  of  it.

you'll  miss  me  before  i  miss  you.

smile.  you're  ruining  the  mood.

i'd  watch  that  tone  if  i  were  you.

it's  not  my  fault  you  believed  me.

you  have  such  a  talent  for  pretending  you're  innocent.

we  both  know  this  is  over.

i  never  said  i  was  a  good  person.

i  thought  you  were  different.

[librarywent]

the mayhem. Freezing, fumbling, Fayren stumbled against the strong winds that whipped at his face and whistled about his aching ears. He tried to focus on his movement, trudging one step at a time in an ever growing sea of snow that accumulated far faster than he could keep up with. What was just at his ankles now ensnared his knees and he felt himself falling further and further behind, as if he had fallen into a timer’s sand wherein he could feel time running out beneath him. This fear was reassured by the increasingly impatient demands from the captor that hailed behind him in a furry. "Hurry up! I know you to be more nimble than this." He hissed, pausing to turn to see how far behind the smaller had staggered, and let out an exasperated sigh while he waited for Fay to close the distance between them. Nevertheless, with each step like led weighing him down and every flake upon his shoulders adding to his burdens, the cold had caught up with his overall constant fatigue and he only slowed to a stop. The Hatter tsked and shook his head. "Oh, don’t be so useless." Jervis reprimanded, as he was made to backtrack towards the failing figure. "Please, I c-can't." Fayren begged in patchy pleas, as long legs quickly closed the gap between them. "You c-can." Jervis insisted with a mocking tone, grabbing the youth by the collar of his coat and pulling him lurching forward with a harsh tug. Fayren flinched as gloved hands then grabbed at his own, but he managed to stay silent even as the man’s fingers dug into his frail wrists. "What? Do you want to die out here?" Another jerk, to which Fay finally let out a whimper, and another sigh that warped into a wicked grin. "We’re almost home. Then, you can rest," Jervis promised despite Fayren knowing him only to deceive; the boy knew better than to believe in hope without a loophole, and understood that even after paying the villain’s price for rest, he could never know a sleep that wasn’t plagued by nightmares. Only to wake up to another one as his reality, day after day. Long ago he gave up on the idea of adults helping or rescuing him, and learned he could only count on himself. He would have to out-trick the kingpin of deception. The Hatter loved using those sentimental words which especially stung at the heartstrings, such as home — something Fay had never known, as every environment he was passed between, he remained forever a prisoner, even long after he escaped. He didn't know what it was like to have loving family members to watch over him and protect him from wrongdoers. Instead, he always ended up in their clawed clutches despite his best attempts to keep to himself and stay out of trouble. An annoyed huff from his abuser as well as a harsh yank sends stiff locked legs forward and Fay falls to the freezing cold below. More than anything he wanted to cry, to collapse into nothingness. "Stupid boy!" Snapped the man, grabbing him by the arm this time about to force him on his feet once more when a voice froze them in place. "Stop!" A stranger shouted, pointing a pistol at the pair. "Step away, hands up!"

[librarywent]

  "NOW! Get away from him." The cop ordered, unblinking with his weapon aimed at Tetch. He didn't recognize him as the Mad Hatter, just as some man about to beat on a quivering child. Fayren watched with wide eyes as Jervis reluctantly took a few steps back and raised his palms in momentary cooperation.      "Are you okay?" The officer addressed him now, his voice softer as he cautiously neared the boy and offered his empty hand to help him up.  He slowly stood and stared up at the figure. Fayren knew Tetch was armed with more weapons than one, and would attack as soon as he saw an opening. He had to make the right choice and do it now.      Still silent, he looked to the Hatter and they locked umber eyes. Tetch could see he was about to act and smirked, assuming himself in control and with the upper hand as always. But for once, Fay had something up his sleeve. He couldn't pinpoint the shift, when more of his hours were conscious than not, and he doesn't know when she spell started to wane, or how or why, but nevertheless he felt grateful as silently, slowly, like the change of seasons, he felt himself awaken and return to himself all the while pretending to be still be puppeted by Tetch. Carefully, he learned how to perform as if he was still obeying the magician's every word.      "Hey, it’s okay. He won’t hurt you anymore. I can help." Oh, how he wished that were true. I'm sorry for what I have to do, he thought. Fayren looked back at the officer, doe eyes fawning as he feigned his innocence.  "C-old." The child whispered with a shiver, and quickly the man moved to take his jacket off and let it cover the small figure.       His body moved on its own, automatic like the flow of a wave as he flowed with the muscle memory of his childhood training. In a flash, using his own momentum against him, Fayren was able to disarm flip the officer before either of them knew what was happening.      "Shoot him!" Screamed his kidnapper, but for once he was in control.      In the end, they were both enemies to him. He knew that if the officer somehow recognized him to be the Ghost of Gotham, he would immediately be apprehended again, but he also knew that Jervis would surely kill the cop given any sliver of an opportunity, whether by his weapons or the words that turned people against themselves.      A shaky breath was shuddered from him. Fayren had been shot almost a year ago when he was first caught, caged in Arkham Asylum, and unwillingly reunited with his abuser. But he had never held a gun, let alone shot someone else. He didn’t think he could kill Jervis, and didn’t want to in truth, despite the suffering he caused; he couldn’t weather any more blood on his hands for the rest of his life.  However, if there was anything he knew, it was how to be hurt and how to survive the damage, and therefore how to hurt others in the same ways.      "Yuurei—" He began, and in an instant with held breath, Fay directed the gun from the cop to the Hatter.       "Stop, don’t!" He demanded but was drowned out beneath the bullet’s boom. He heard Jervis’ howl before seeing that he had shot him in the kneecap.      "Yuurei!"  A title that no longer held hypnotic power over him. He didn't move but simply watched as Jervis screamed the syllables in a threat as he stumbled to the snow below.       It was satisfying, finally feeling on top, like he had won, but he knew he was still far from safety. He couldn’t afford to watch the Hatter's collapse any longer, instead shifting his attention to the groaning officer attempting to get back up.      Fayren threw the weapon foreign to him like a shuriken at the opposer’s chest, knocking him back as he fled, running past into the rough roads and back alleyways until he felt far enough to pause and greedily gulp air into his burning lungs. He took a moment to gather his surroundings and figure out where to go next.

@pyrinas

[librarywent]

the mayhem. Freezing, fumbling, Fayren stumbled against the strong winds that whipped at his face and whistled about his aching ears. He tried to focus on his movement, trudging one step at a time in an ever growing sea of snow that accumulated far faster than he could keep up with. What was just at his ankles now ensnared his knees and he felt himself falling further and further behind, as if he had fallen into a timer’s sand wherein he could feel time running out beneath him. This fear was reassured by the increasingly impatient demands from the captor that hailed behind him in a furry. "Hurry up! I know you to be more nimble than this." He hissed, pausing to turn to see how far behind the smaller had staggered, and let out an exasperated sigh while he waited for Fay to close the distance between them. Nevertheless, with each step like led weighing him down and every flake upon his shoulders adding to his burdens, the cold had caught up with his overall constant fatigue and he only slowed to a stop. The Hatter tsked and shook his head. "Oh, don’t be so useless." Jervis reprimanded, as he was made to backtrack towards the failing figure. "Please, I c-can't." Fayren begged in patchy pleas, as long legs quickly closed the gap between them. "You c-can." Jervis insisted with a mocking tone, grabbing the youth by the collar of his coat and pulling him lurching forward with a harsh tug. Fayren flinched as gloved hands then grabbed at his own, but he managed to stay silent even as the man’s fingers dug into his frail wrists. "What? Do you want to die out here?" Another jerk, to which Fay finally let out a whimper, and another sigh that warped into a wicked grin. "We’re almost home. Then, you can rest," Jervis promised despite Fayren knowing him only to deceive; the boy knew better than to believe in hope without a loophole, and understood that even after paying the villain’s price for rest, he could never know a sleep that wasn’t plagued by nightmares. Only to wake up to another one as his reality, day after day. Long ago he gave up on the idea of adults helping or rescuing him, and learned he could only count on himself. He would have to out-trick the kingpin of deception. The Hatter loved using those sentimental words which especially stung at the heartstrings, such as home — something Fay had never known, as every environment he was passed between, he remained forever a prisoner, even long after he escaped. He didn't know what it was like to have loving family members to watch over him and protect him from wrongdoers. Instead, he always ended up in their clawed clutches despite his best attempts to keep to himself and stay out of trouble. An annoyed huff from his abuser as well as a harsh yank sends stiff locked legs forward and Fay falls to the freezing cold below. More than anything he wanted to cry, to collapse into nothingness. "Stupid boy!" Snapped the man, grabbing him by the arm this time about to force him on his feet once more when a voice froze them in place. "Stop!" A stranger shouted, pointing a pistol at the pair. "Step away, hands up!"

[librarywent]

Fayren entered her home with silent gratitude. A small nod closer to a bow was given as he passed through the doorway and carefully closed the entrance behind him. He took a moment to stop and lean against the wall to keep his balance as he slipped off heavy boots stained by the slush and mud with sand, salt, and the rest of the remnants of a bitter winter's snow. Every muscle felt far beyond fatigued, every movement felt so slow and heavy, like he was about to faint or fall at any moment. He focused his attention on setting the pair of shoes down at upon a small mat at the apartment's entryway. Next, the teenager tried to suppress his shivering as he peeled off his soaked outer layer and hung it on a hook to dry. What was meant to be a heartfelt 'thank you' got caught in his throat and shifted into another sheepish apology, "I-I'm sorry." He stuttered softly before forcing a quick, shaky exhale from his lungs. Exhausted eyes were shielded momentarily by dark lashes closed together tightly. Breathe. All of his exertion had finally caught up to him. He had never felt so weak, so afraid, and so fried completely of the capacity to process his emotions. But he couldn’t stop yet. He had to keep pushing on, and so, Fay’s body moved without his mind — silent and steady like the ghost of a geisha — floating silently her into the kitchen. Staring off into space as she readied the herbal remedy, the macilent adolescent leaned ever so slightly against her counter as out-of-ordered memories demanded his attention. He felt like his head was spinning and wondered when the last time he got a full night’s sleep was. Jervis had liked to keep him on the brink of reality, unable to distinguish his days and nights from dreams and nightmares. They all blurred, and there was no escape. He was snapped back to the present with the shrill scream of the kettle. Large orbs of ebony blink and stare at the sound’s source. He forced another shuddered sigh as he reminded himself where he was, who he was with, and how he was in a (relatively) safe place. Only then could he return to her question: What’s wrong — what happened? And again, he falls down the rabbit hole — years, days, and hours flash by in whirl. Where does it start? And how much is too much to tell? He had been trained to hold his tongue and had done so his whole life, but for the first time it seemed like he might have found someone who would help him rather than harm him. She hadn’t turned him away yet. And who else did he have? "I-I got away, I ran and hid, and waited, t-to find you." Rushed syllables escaped him, his voice growing faster and fainter with each word, as recollections of the recent altercation haunted him. Gunshots and shouting filled his ears, he flinched and he fell to his knees, immediately moving aching arms above him as a shield out of habit. His eyes shut tightly once more, this time in attempt to stave off tears as he further curled into himself on the kitchen floor. Contorted like a question mark, he hugged his arms tightly as he waited for the frightening frenzy of fears and flashbacks to pass. "T-the Hatter, he—" Began the boy, trying once more to communicate, but weak words buckled under their weight, and instead of a verbal answer, he offered her a small pair of black gloves stained with blood and the memories that followed [ . . . ]

When she finally looked at him again, he immediately directed his attention towards the ground. His voice was delicate as the morning mist, “I-I don’t know where he is. I-if he’s looking for me. Or i-if the police are." He chokes. "I-I’m sorry, I . . . don’t know where else to go, what else to do.”

[librarywent]

finally devoured the penguin show and am obsessed with every character and will be adding some

[librarywent]

"You're not so sly, you know." Rhys said with a scoff, trying to stifle the smirk that tugged each corners of her reddening cheeks. She examined the necklace carefully. "So where'd you manage to steal this from, huh?"

@pyrinas

[librarywent]

jonathan crane, 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖

starter call

[dead-dove-ble]

Actually you SHOULD make problematic content. You SHOULD explore dark or taboo topics. You SHOULD have a space where you can cope with your traumas or explore sensitive topics in a way that doesn't hurt anyone.

[librarywent]

jervis tetch, 𝐌𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

starter call

[librarywent]

Quinn only knew the kindness that briefly followed brutality; the performance of balanced benevolence and the calculated destruction of hope. She had learned at a young age to never trust an outstretched hand. Her ebony eyes studied Mary's expression with scrutiny. She had also learned when to press an answer, and when to let its absence be answer enough. "Okay," The girl relents with a soft sigh. "Thanks," Quinn muttered as her gaze skittered about, "or whatever." She added with a slight shrug and the smallest hint of a smile.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃. / @babydxhl

[petalsprompts]

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒; 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒆.

change pronouns, tenses and other details as deemed necessary. & please specify muse when sending to a mumu.

Congratulations.  You  are  still  alive.  Most  people  are  so  ungrateful  to  be  alive.  But  not  you.  Not  anymore.

Your  life  is  a  lie  [Name],  but  now  comes  your  moment  of  truth.

We  were  all  supposed  to  die. 

You  think  it's  the  living  who  have  ultimate  judgment  over  you,  because  the  dead  will  have  no  claim  over  your  soul.  But  you  may  be  mistaken.

As  you  can  see,  the  choice  is  not  so  clear  when  you  are  face  to  face  with  the  people  who's  blood  will  stain  your  hands. 

The  device  before  you  is  one  of  sacrifice.  A  sacrifice  of  blood. 

Remember  [Name],  once  you're  in  Hell,  only  the  devil  can  help  you  out.

I  can't  die  here,  I  have  so  much  left  to  do...  so  many  people  I  have  to  talk  to.  This  can't  be  it.

This  whole  house  is  a  trap!

Their  salvation  was  out  of  your  hands.

But  with  your  survival,  came  your  obsession.

I  recommend  you  stay  alive  until  the  fucking  clock  counts  down.

 You're  the  last  person  I  saw  before  I  woke  up  here.

Since  when  has  force  been  a  problem  for  you?

How  much  blood  will  you  shed  to  stay  alive?

It's  not  over.  The  games  have  just  begun.

You  feel  you  now  have  control,  don't  you?  You  think  you  will  walk  away  untested.

If  you're  going  to  threaten  me  with  a  knife  you  may  as  well  cut  me  a  little.

You  identify  more  with  a  cold  corpse  than  you  do  with  a  living  human.

I've  been  having  nightmares.  I  see  him!  I'm  never  going  be  able  to  forgive  myself  for  what  happened.

 Live  or  die,  make  your  choice.

At  least  we'll  have  the  cover  of  darkness.

What's  the  last  thing  you  remember?

That  feeling  running  through  your  body  is  fear:  the  fear  of  not  knowing  if  you  have  what  it  takes  to  survive.

This  is  not  retribution.  It's  a  reawakening.

Those  who  don't  appreciate  life  do  not  deserve  life.

So  are  you  going  to  watch  yourself  die  here  today,  or  do  something  about  it?

You're  probably  wondering  where  you  are.  I'll  tell  you  where  you  might  be.  You  might  be  in  the  room  that  you  die  in.

I  know  it's  hard  to  concentrate  when  you're  surrounded  by  so  many  things  you  could  kill  me  with. 

He  kidnapped  me  in  the  middle  of  the  night!

Suffering?  You  haven't  seen  anything  yet.

Fix  me  motherfucker!  I'm  standing  right  here!

We're  not  just  going  to  sit  here  and  do  nothing.  We  need  to  make  a  decision!  Don't  you  understand?

[leneemusing]

A LIST OF CASUAL YET INTIMATE INTERACTIONS

sender to receiver:

[ HOOK ] sender hooking a finger beneath receiver's jaw

[ PINCH ] sender holding receiver's chin between their thumb and forefinger

[ LOOK ] sender holding receiver's jaw and turning their head to look at them

[ PICK ] sender telling receiver to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair

[ GRAZE ] sender brushes their fingertip back and forth along receiver's jaw while they listen to receiver talk

[ DIRECT ] sender seeing that receiver is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction

[ BACK ] sender grabs receiver's wrist and tugs them closer when receiver tries to walk away.

[ TOY ] sender fidgets with something receiver is wearing while receiver talks to them

[ STROKE ] sender absentmindedly plays with receiver's hair while they're focused on another task

[ DEPART ] sender is saying goodbye and kisses receiver's forehead

[ DRESS ] sender without prompting helps receiver put on a jacket

[ UNDRESS ] sender helps receiver remove an article of clothing or jewelry

[ REFILL ] sender refills receiver's drink before they can ask or do it themselves

[ FIX ] sender cleans something off of receiver's face

[ RUB ] sender places their hand around the back of receiver's neck, rubbing their thumb just under their ear

[ PULL ] sender sits next to receiver and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side

[ BECKON ] sender sees receiver and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them

[ GLIDE ] sender is gently rubbing/scratching receivers back and rubs their knuckle down their spine to the small of their back

[ CHEER ] seeing that receiver is scowling, sender rubs their thumb over the furrow between receiver's brows

[ TUCK ] sender finds receiver asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them

[ TRACE ] sender brushes their fingers along receiver's forehead, temple and cheekbone

[ BRUSH ] sender brushes their hand up and down receiver's arm as they walk past them

[ KEEP ] sender holds receiver's arm just above the elbow while they're talking or to get their attention

[ LEAN ] sender looks over receiver's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while receiver shows them something

[ NUDGE ] sender grabs the chair receiver is sitting in and pulls it closer

[ LISTEN ] sender is listening to receiver talk and picks up an object that belongs to receiver to fidget with

[ SEARCH ] sender searches out receiver's gaze in a crowded room either for approval or to check if they're okay

[ SMOOTH ] sender smooths their thumb over receiver's eyebrow

[ SLIP ] sender places their hand in receiver's back pocket while they walk together

receiver to sender:

[ HOOKING ] receiver hooking a finger beneath sender's jaw

[ PINCHING ] receiver holding sender's chin between their thumb and forefinger

[ LOOKING ] receiver holding sender's jaw and turning their head to look at them

[ PICKING ] receiver telling sender to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair

[ GRAZING ] receiver brushes their fingertip back and forth along sender's jaw while they listen to sender talk

[ DIRECTING ] receiver seeing that sender is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction

[ BACKING ] receiver grabs sender's wrist and tugs them closer when sender tries to walk away.

[ TOYING ] receiver fidgets with something sender is wearing while sender talks to them

[ STROKING ] receiver absentmindedly plays with sender's hair while they're focused on another task

[ DEPARTING ] receiver is saying goodbye and kisses sender's forehead

[ DRESSING ] receiver without prompting helps sender put on a jacket

[ UNDRESSING ] receiver helps sender remove an article of clothing or jewelry

[ REFILLING ] receiver refills sender's drink before they can ask or do it themselves

[ FIXING ] receiver cleans something off of senders face

[ RUBBING ] receiver places their hand around the back of receiver's neck, rubbing their thumb just under their ear

[ PULLING ] receiver sits next to sender and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side

[ BECKONING ] receiver sees sender and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them

[ GLIDING ] receiver is gently rubbing/scratching sender's back and rubs their knuckle down their spine to the small of their back

[ CHEERING ] seeing that sender is scowling, receiver rubs their thumb over the furrow between sender's brows

[ TUCKING ] receiver finds sender asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them

[ TRACING ] receiver brushes their fingers along sender's forehead, temple and cheekbone

[ BRUSHING ] receiver brushes their hand up and down sender's arm as they walk past them

[ KEEPING ] receiver holds sender's arm just above the elbow while they're talking or to get their attention

[ LEANING ] receiver looks over sender's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while sender shows them something

[ NUDGING ] receiver grabs the chair sender is sitting in and pulls it closer

[ LISTENING ] receiver is listening to sender talk and picks up an object that belongs to sender to fidget with

[ SEARCHING ] receiver seeks out sender's gaze in a crowded room either for approval or to check that they're okay

[ SMOOTHING ] receiver smooths their thumb over sender's eyebrow

[ SLIPPING ] receiver places their hand in sender's back pocket while they're walking

[librarywent]

"Tell me," The Scarecrow begins his ceremony, grabbing and securing her limbs to the crude chair in the center of the room with an indifferent tug, treating her the same as if he were taming a rowdy animal on his father's farm. Then, eyes of ebony stare into her own beneath the safety of brown burlap. The figure of darkness tucks a strand of light, loose hair behind her ear before offering an ominous almost-smile. "What is your greatest fear?"

𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄. / @dcviline

[librarywent]

She regards the jester with a sharp glare. "I have no interest in your plots or plans." She pauses, straightens her back and narrows her eyes. "In fact, keep me out of anything to do with your involvement."

𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄. / @mutatiio