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a widow bird sate mourning for her love upon a wintry bough; the frozen wind crept on above, the freezing stream below.
independent multimuse. multiple fandoms. themes of death abound. written by lark. mutuals only. crossovers welcome.
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send me ‘ grab ‘ for my muse to silently, frantically, grab at your muse’s hand during an intense emotional moment.
send ‘ grabbed ‘ for your muse to frantically grab at my muse’s hand
replies soon i promise!! i have been hibernating and so has my muse apparently
Alice in Wonderland - 2010 {Sentence Starters}
“He tried to kill me!”
“That is not foretold.“
“Off with their heads!“
“You won’t remember me.“
“I think I… need a moment.”
“At least let me bind it for you.“
“You are not properly dressed!”
“I never get involved in politics.“
“I shall futterwacken vigorously!”
“And who is this lovely creature?“
“What happened to your clothes?“
“I love morning execution, don’t you?“
“You are a little taller than I expected.“
“It is far better to be feared than loved.”
“There’s been some debate about that.“
“You’re terribly late, you know. Naughty!“
“Where is your corset? And no stockings??”
“This is my life. I’ll decide what to do with it.”
“Why is it you’re always too small or too tall?”
“What an idea. A crazy, mad, wonderful idea.”
“If you’re hiding her, you will lose your heads.“
“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to fly?”
“Yes, but I’m not the one everyone’s talking about.“
“I’m investigating things that begin with the letter M.“
“I’m not crazy, my reality is just different than yours.”
“I don’t care! He wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for me!“
“I’d rather you didn’t. I’ll be fine as soon as I wake up.“
“All this talk of blood and slaying has put me off my tea…”
“There are questions I have to answer, things I have to do.“
“Some say to survive it, you need to be as mad as a hatter.”
“I won’t slay anything. I don’t slay, so put it out of your mind.”
“You think you can blink those pretty little eyes and I’ll melt…”
“It looks like you’ve run afoul of something with wicked claws.”
“Someone find her some clothes, use the curtains if you must.”
“I’ve been shrunk, stretched, scratched and stuffed into a teapot!”
“You used to be much more… muchier. You’ve lost your muchness.”
“You’re entirely bonkers. But, I’ll tell you a secret: all the best people are.”
“Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.“
“Who’s to say what is proper? What if it were agreed that ‘proper’ meant wearing a codfish on your head? Would you wear it?”
Send me a symbol for a Holiday starter!
✽ =Our Muses are out walking in a light snowfall.
♬ =Our Muses out caroling.
【♥】= Our Muses sharing a mistletoe kiss.
☃ =Our Muses building a snowman together.
☤ =My Muse being stuck in the hospital for Christmas.
☤Ⓤ =Your Muse being stuck in the hospital for Christmas.
▲ =Our Muses decorating the tree.
╰❉ =Our Muses having a snowball fight.
⇚ ⇛ =Our Muses breaking up on Christmas Day.
Christmas/Winter Starters!
{ Might add more later. Enjoy for now! }
🎁 Our muses open presents together! 🎄 Our muses decorate a christmas tree together! 🏬 Our muses go christmas shopping! 🔪 Our muses choose and cut their own tree! 💃 Our muses go ice-skating! 🌁 Our muses play in the snow! 🍛 Our muses make a Christmas dinner together! 🍪 Our muses bake and decorate Christmas cookies! 👀 Our muses stay up waiting for santa! 🎅 One muse still believes in santa… how does the other handle it? 🔥 Our muses drink hotchocolate and cuddle next to the fireplace! 📺 Our muses watch Christmas films together! 🎨 Our muses make christmas crafts - snowflakes, snowmen and more! 🏠 Our muses decorate the outside of the house! 💰 Our muses go decortion shopping! 👪 Our muses go to the mall to sit on santas lap! 🎶 Our muses listen to christmas songs! 📥 Our muses sled down a hill! ⛺ Our muses make a gingerbread house! 🏂 Our muses go snowboarding! 🏡 Our muses assist at a homeless shelter on christmas! 👶 Our muses visit a childrens hospital and give gifts to kids! 🚙 Our muses drive/walk around to look at peoples xmas lights at night! 🎬 Our muses watch a christmas play together! 😱 Our muses get snowed into their house! 🍻 Our muses get drunk off of booze filled egg nog! 🐎 Our muses take a horse drawn sleigh ride! 👕 One muse forces the other to wear ugly, matching christmas sweaters! 🎼 Our muses go caroling! 🎊 muses attend a christmas party! 💏 Our muses meet under the mistletoe - Accidentally or on purpose is your choice!
PROMPTS FROM THE PRINCESS BRIDE * assorted dialogue from the 1987 classic film, adjust as necessary
hello. my name is [name]. you killed my father. prepare to die.
give us the gate key.
as you wish.
who are you? are we enemies?
i've always been a quick healer.
good night. good work. sleep well. i'll most likely kill you in the morning.
get back, witch.
i'll try to stay awake.
it's not that bad.
you are wonderful.
i admit it, you are better than i am.
why are you smiling?
i've seen worse.
i told you i would always come for you. why didn't you wait for me?
death cannot stop true love. all it can do is delay it for a while.
i will never doubt again.
i could kill you now.
maybe you could come over and read it again to me tomorrow.
life is pain. anyone who says differently is selling someone.
you have a great gift for rhyme.
anybody want a peanut?
who are you?
get used to disappointment.
i don't suppose you could speed things up?
if you're in such a hurry, you could lower a rope or a tree branch or find something useful to do.
i do not think you would accept my help, since i am only waiting around to kill you.
that does put a damper on our relationship.
i promise i will not kill you until you reach the top.
that's very comforting, but i'm afraid you'll just have to wait.
i hate waiting.
isn't there any way you trust me?
throw me the rope.
we'll never survive. we may as well die here.
we have already succeeded.
i don't think they exist.
you've done nothing but study swordplay?
there's not a lot of money in revenge.
i certainly hope you find him someday.
you seem a decent fellow. i hate to kill you.
where is the poison?
i am not a great fool.
you've made your decision then?
you're just stalling now.
you'd like to think that, wouldn't you?
you're trying to trick me into giving away something. it won't work.
i know where the poison is!
then make your choice.
i am no one to be trifled with.
kill me quickly.
i would sooner destroy a stained glass window than an artist like yourself.
you got any money?
are you a rotten liar!
your first story was better.
do you always begin conversations this way?
you mean you wish to surrender to me? very well. i accept.
i don't think i'm quite familiar with that phrase.
drop your sword.
tear his arms off.
we'll never survive.
nonsense. you're only saying that because no one ever has.
he didn't fall? inconcievable!
you keep using that word. i do not think it means what you think it means.
i can't compete with you physically, and you're no match for my brains.
you're that smart?
let me put it this way. have you heard of plato, aristotle, socrates? morons.
why do you wear a mask?
were you burned by acid, or something like that?
i think everyone will be wearing them in the future.
you know, it's very strange.
i have been in the revenge business so long, now that it's over, i don't know what to do with the rest of my life.
you mock my pain.
Game Grumps — Pokemon: FireRed {Sentence Starters}
“You’re an idiot.”
“I can’t deal, dude.”
“Don’t shut me out.”
“I’m sick of your lies.”
“Can you imagine it?”
“You’re sexy and little.”
“How’d you like them?”
“In reality, I’m quite weak.”
“I’m a pioneer of new words.”
“You committed it to memory?”
“Oh my god, you almost got it!”
“You and I are DONE-ion rings.”
“That’s a choice you can make?”
“Oh, he’s not as cute as he was.”
“Why don’t you go instead of me?”
“There’s, like, no sexy way to say it.”
“I have lots of dick punching stories.”
“I don’t know what any of that means.”
“It looks good on a bucket list resume!”
“What the hell are we fighting right now?”
“You were close, then. You almost had it.”
“It might kill me in one hit, but it might not.”
“It is metal, and its huge, and its powerful.”
“This is the weirdest thing for me to watch.”
“Okay… now its time to turn off the internet.”
“Where were you on the night of tomorrow?”
“I feel like that shouldn’t even be a problem.”
“And this guy is getting way too close to me.”
“This is making me feel really uncomfortable.”
“That movie scared the living shit out of me…”
“Yes! I did it! You saw it! Everyone’s a witness!”
“First sign of dying is misunderstanding vowels.”
“He should be thinking more about my emotions.”
“Would you like to do that? With me? Right now?”
“I can’t hear you over how awesome my Skip-It is.”
“I would love that. Nothing would make me happier.”
“What if you just punch them in the face, repeatedly?”
“They are rare. And they are very poisonous, do not eat.”
“There’s nothing wrong with her. Its you I have a problem with.”
“Starting to think these people who tell us we suck might be right.”
“How am I supposed to sleep with sexy, green space women, now?”
“When you were rambling about some NONSENSE, I was fighting this dude over here.”
“You think you’re hot shit, but you ain’t! Just ‘cause you can teleport like fucking STAR TREK — !”
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scars: how many scars does my muse have? where are they located on my muse’s body? how did they get them? what do they look like?
sleep: how many hours a night does my muse sleep? do they take naps? how restful is their sleep? do they experience nightmare? if so, how often?
meals: how many meals does my muse eat a day? what do they generally consist of?
routine: does my muse have a consistent routine in their lives? do they find it difficult to stick to a routine?
chronic: does my muse have any chronic health conditions / illnesses? how do these affect them from day-to-day?
doctor: how often does my muse visit the doctor? do they tend to go routinely, or only when something is wrong?
relaxation: what does my muse do to relax? do they find it easy to carve out time to relax?
aches: does my muse have any frequent aches? ie, muscle aches, joint aches? how do these affect them from day-to-day?
stress: does my muse handle stress well? what is a surefire sign for others to tell that they’ve become stressed? how does stress affect them mentally / physically?
mind: does my muse have any mental conditions that affect their lives? what are they? how do they handle them? what coping methods do they use most?
An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme
Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this + reverse to change which muse does which action.
tw for implied violence in some
❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training
❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver
❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style
❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder
❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds
❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event
❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat
❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life
❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver
❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance
❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist
❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek
❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead
❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver
❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers
❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle
❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed
❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair
❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact
❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do
❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss
❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver
❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them
❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back
❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder
❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver
❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek
❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face
❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand
❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon
❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table
❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver
❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall
❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints
❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over
❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death
❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ sender comforts the receiver as they have a panic attack or get overstimulated
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❝ slippers for princesses don't fit me. ❞
bird mutters quietly - arms crossed as she remains firmly tucked in the corner of the crowded room. it was some kind of function or other - john had mentioned something about promoting the theater and the upcoming movies. events would be good for their business, if they could get the funding for it.
their reputation has sunk a little after the halloween mess (she could still smell the glowing goo every time she walked past the snack bar.
they certainly needed a boost.
but bird was not one for people-ing. that was john's job, nine times out of ten. tonight, he was busy again with some wayward "guests" who had slipped out of the theater. so here she was, in uncomfortable shoes she hadn't worn in ages and a black 80s dress she had found stowed away in the theater.
❝ i take it you don't want to be here either? ❞
how do you need to be loved?
casually, the same way you love to breathe
you want someone who will see your favorite flower and will give it to you, without even thinking about it. you want someone who will remember all the little details about you, the things so seemingly unimportant but that matter more than you thought they did. you want someone who will still be there, thirty years down the line, holding your hand while the two of you do two separate things. you want the intimacy of being known by someone who makes you feel safe. you don't want expensive dinners or grand proposals. you want someone who will love you consistently.
carefully, like a gentle rain on dry earth
you've been left beaten down and by someone you really trusted and loved, so now love doesn't come easy for you. you want it to. you want to love and be loved, but you're not sure you remember how. so you need someone else to take the lead. they have to be gentle and sweet and patient. they have to watch out for you, and make sure youre doing okay, because most days you feel a little fragile, if not totally shattered. but someone will come along who will put those pieces back together again.
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"Oh...yes," Benjamin fumbled, only to immediately wince at his overzealous response. "I-I mean, I would very much like to...I mean! I would be honored to help."
Blood and thunder, this was ridiculous!
He was about to apologize for the umpteenth time, but then she said that, and with a shy, sheepish little grin that flooded his face, he ducked his chin and shrugged, not quite able to handle the praise. It was so rare that he received it in day-to-day life -- so much so, in fact, that he couldn't be sure of her sincerity.
"Well, uh...I feel much the same, Miss Bird," he reassured. "Despite our rather unorthodox introduction, I've very much enjoyed making your acquaintance. And...I hope to learn more as the weeks progress." Cheeks burning pink, he cleared his throat, and added, "So with that said, I suppose I will go tend to your ice, and then return to, uh...to continue that acquaintance."
Mentally cursing how damnably bumbling he was, Benjamin spun about on his boot and fled out into the hall, intent on the icehouse amidst his jangling nerves.
About twenty minutes later, he returned with several chipped bits of ice wrapped up in a handkerchief. He knocked on Bird's door to announce himself, then cautiously pushed the door open -- he'd damn well learned his lesson from the last time -- and as he stepped in over the threshold, he spared Bird a shy little smile.
"I've got it," he announced, holding up the ice. "Would you like to apply it, or shall I?"
❝ i shall await your return with bated breath, then. ❞
oh god, he was adorable. bird watches him hurry out of the room as fast as he had burst in the first time and she swears she feels her pupils turn into little hearts.
nevertheless it was an odd feeling to be the more forward one, even if that forwardness is subtly asking for more time with him. him being concerned enough to burst through her door burned through her mind despite the accompanying embarrassment.
he worried for her, and even now is happy to dote on her. he is kind, and handsome, and patient. ( when not in life-threatening situations ) her heart yearned for this affection for years.
the knock at the door snatches her attention and she hurriedly shuffles to sit in a more relaxed, natural position.
❝ come in! ❞
she starts praying that she won't offend him if she asks - that was new.
❝ would you do the honors, ben? ❞ the request comes soft and nervous. ❝ please? ❞
"A demon?"
Curiouser and curiouser. He had half a mind not to believe her. Her words seeming too fantastic.
But then again, where would such a story have come from? There was no way of her knowing nor understanding the impact her words would have on him, no reason to believe they would still or sway him. And her flinching away further proved it. So why try to tell him such a fantastic lie?
Her evident suffering and remorse pointed further toward her story being the truth.
"...have you any idea where they've left anything?" Dead things in the catacombs would attract other creatures, and he didn't have interest in dealing with them.
Not to mention, he wasn't about to let an opportunity go to waste.
"You will come with me," It wasn't a question, nor a demand. If she chose to disagree, then he would leave her to the other horrors that lingered in the dark. It was of no consequence to him. "I will lead you to my space within these catacombs. You will stay there while I retrieve whatever they have left behind."
Perhaps she would find it ironic if she knew it was the state she found herself in combined with the mention of the demon that haunted her that was what saved her from him.
bird tries to catch her breath again. the guilt and horror at what she's done keep a tight grip around her heart, but with a bit of time and the vampires terrifyingly calm demeanor she grounds herself.
the pain in her head wanes and she can focus better on what thrýlos did in her body.
❝ it's... down a little ways.. ❞ she points meekly behind her. ❝ then... to the left..? no - to the right. and it should be down that way... ❞
what it was remained a mystery to her. she could only recall red and the taste of iron sticking to her tongue. not much remained judging by the state of her clothes ; she wasn't even sure how legend hunted other than leaving a mess for bird to clean up.
the vampire speaks and her instinct is to protest. she doesn't trust him. she can't.
yet she pauses. she doesn't know where she is, covered in blood, in a place full of monsters that have likely caught her scent by now. if he's offering a semblance of protection for legend's scraps then she'd be a fool to say no.
❝ ...o - okay.. ❞
bird rises like a baby deer, legs trembling but managing to keep her footing.
❝ lead the way, then. ❞
Peck had been observing the ambling of Bird's laggard co-worker as he gradually approached them for the better part of their conversation, listening to the soft scrape of footsteps which punctuated her sentences intermittently. His head set a little askew to better peer over the woman's shoulder as she spoke. Initially he had assumed that the usher — Victor — would deviate his course prior to collision.
Apparently not. Bird, however, is seemingly more that used to this kind of accosting.
❛ And they've never hired anyone... with a little more cognitive function? ❜ He squints as Victor retreats back from the light like a criminal caught in the act; albeit one lacking any acceleration. ❛ I thought the ilk I had to work with were difficult. ❜ And then.
❛ What exactly do you enjoy about being here? ❜
bird watches the usher shamble off until he's out of sight - the flashlight is placed back on her belt as she turns back with a small huff.
❝ they aren't as bad to work with as they seem. they just... ❞ she pauses to think for a minute. or two. or three. ❝ they mean well. most of the time. and they take on the boring work. i don't have to do any maintenance, really. and that would be the worst part of it. ❞
his question is a valid one - she would have left long ago, had she not been ensnared by a demon and prone to brief periods of possession.
❝ my boss is nice - though to be fair he's one of the few here who... have the lights on up there. and some of the others are nice to work with too. i get paid well for what i do. ❞
she'll decline mentioning her office being her sleeping quarters. once she was well-initiated into the true nature of the theater, john began allowing her to live there - considering he did, too, but for much different reasons than simply free rent.
❝ to be honest, it's an easy job. it certainly isn't retail or fast food, which is probably what i'd have to do if i didn't work here. what do you like about your job? ❞
bird raises a brow - turning the question onto him with a small smirk.
What?
Benjamin's head spun as he struggled to process this demon's words -- promise? -- and, more horrifying still, the delight that briefly sparked between his ribs.
They were going to win? They were destined to be free?
To his unease, the creature circled him like smoke, almost appearing to pop in and out of his subconscious as he shuddered. He didn't wish for Bird to be harmed -- even if he was dead and gone, the thought of her being beholden to this monster settled as well in his stomach as sour milk.
"I can refrain," Benjamin choked, the defeat bitter on his tongue. "For her sake, I will not draw arms."
The offer was tempting -- perhaps too much so -- and yet he found himself shaking his head. "If you claim that we will win the war, then why do I need your help?" he challenged. "I would rather fight an honest man's battle, than sell my soul to the devil."
The words were spat from his lips like bile, and trying not to shake, he gripped harder at his flintlock, especially since the demon seemed so intent on musketry. What could they possibly want with American weapons?
❝ good boy. i'm particularly fond of this host of mine - killing you would make her much less compliant. ❞
they watch him closely as the gears turn in his head, but a nudge was still needed. hunting the stray game and redcoat here and there was enough to keep them satisfied, but it had been tantalizingly long since they had truly feasted.
❝ perhaps i am lying. perhaps i am not. perhaps, even, that you cannot win your colonies' freedom without my help. and i can always change the outcome, if it pleases me. ❞
legend barks out a laugh at ben's words of selling his soul - their vocals dipping to resemble the cackle of a hyena.
❝ no, no. i only take the souls of the dead. well - and my host, but that has always been the exception. i am not the devil. he is a separate entity. a friend, perhaps, but we are not one in the same. ❞
they clap their hands together as they come to a stop in front of him.
❝ the way i see it, the british soldiers are going to die either way. allow me to feed from them once you leave the battlefield... i will assist you in securing victory... and allow bird to remain here. ❞
inky blackness suddenly pools in legend's - bird's eyes, turning their eyes completely dark.
❝ refuse... perhaps i will entertain myself in other ways.. ❞
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