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word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

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[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ] for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ] for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ] for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ] for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ] my muse sharing/confiding a secret

[ bloody ] for your muse coming to my muse with blood stains

[ drunk ] your muse takes care of my very drunk muse

[ bed ] my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before

[ scream ] my muse hears your muse scream and runs to them

[ trail ] my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scars, asking them about it

[ piggyback ] my muse gives yours a piggyback ride

[ jump ] my muse holding yours up by their thighs

[ carry ] my muse carries your muse to their house

[ lighter ] my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette

[ shot ] my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses for aid

[ wound ] my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten

[ fight ] my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else

[ arrest ] your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs

[ hospital ] my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened

[ betrayal ] my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them and confronts them about it

[ nude ] my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked

[ karaoke ] for our muses to sing together

[ wet ] your muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for my muse to join them

[ crawl ] for your muse to crawl into bed with mine .

[ flower ] for your muse to offer my muse their favourite flower

[ gift ] for my muse to surprise your muse with a gift

[ homemade gift ] for my muse to make your muse a gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ] for my muse to sing to your muse

[ caress ] for your muse to gently run their hand down my muse’s face

[ caught ] for your muse to catch my muse wearing their shirt .

[ love letter ] for your muse to give my muse a love letter they wrote for them

[ boop ] for your muse to boop my muse on the nose

[ date ] for my muse to ask your muse to go on a date

[ confess ] for my muse to confess their feelings to your muse

[ sleepy ] for my muse to slowly fall alseep on your muse

#meme day.

@rainonglass

Herrah recognized this bug, if only vaguely. Prior to becoming a Dreamer, it was safe to say she had never known Monomon that well, however... she still recognized this bug as the teacher’s apprentice, even if it had taken her a few minutes to fully place the feeling of recognition. How interesting. Whoever or whatever was taking them here seemed to have quite the strange choice in insects (and other beings) to take, it seemed.

Now, she may have recognized the apprentice, but that didn’t mean she knew his name. As mentioned before, it wasn’t like she had been particularly close with Monomon; or Lurien either, for that matter... Herrah had never been fond of the bugs of Hallownest, and there was a reason her role in becoming a Dreamer had only come from the bargain offered by that wyrm.

Still, she had no reason to hate Quirrel in particular, unlike the Pale King. And, given how many humanoids were here, seeing another insectoid was a bit of a relief.

“Greetings,” She nodded her head to him briefly, though she still towered over the smaller bug in size. Despite her best attempts, Herrah knew she would probably still come across as intimidating. Others called her “the beast” for a reason, after all.

“I mean no harm.”

#rainonglass #rainonglass. 1 #ic.

wovensentinel:

Oh, no, she’s helping her. Hornet does her best to avoid eye contact as the two pick up apples in silence. She begins silently planning to find an excuse to leave as quickly as possible after they’re finished. As much as Hornet wants to see her mother again, it’s… not like this. Not here, not now. She hasn’t had time to prepare. If she could go back to Rung’s house, maybe talk to him about it, get herself ready, she could– shit Herrah’s talking to her.

Hornet’s face burns in sheer embarrassment. “You–” What does she say? She has no precedent for this. “…You don’t know the half of it,” she says quietly. “But you have no reason to apologize.” If anything, Hornet herself should apologize. She’s done enough to disgrace her mother’s name by now, both here and back home. She stands, still avoiding eye contact, and places some fruits back on the stand.

“…Hornet,” she says. “My… my name is Hornet. You weren’t there when I…”

Herrah nodded quietly, placing some fruits back on the stand as well while she did. She knew that she didn’t know the half of it; she knew that she had been asleep for so long, absent from her daughter’s life for nearly it’s entirety. She had gotten so big so fast... she almost wanted to cry, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to. She couldn’t bring herself to let the tears flow, to let anyone else in this random market see her moment of weakness. This was too public of a setting.

“Hornet...” She echoed the name, thinking for a moment before nodding once more. “That is a nice name, my child. You... got that name from Vespa, correct?” She turned to face her, knowing all too well that the half-spider was still avoiding her gaze. Swallowing hard, she began to speak again.

“...Hornet. You are right, I do not know of everything that happened to you. But... I know more than you may think.” She let the words hang in the air for a moment. “I’ve... done my best to watch over you for a long time, now.” It was hard, when her powers had been fading so rapidly, and as a result she hadn’t seen Hornet since she was a teen... but she still wanted her daughter to know that she had tried her best to keep an eye on her, even from the world of dreams.

“I wish I could have done more for you, Hornet. But I do not regret my choice; I do not regret you, and I want you to know you always were, and always will be, loved.”

#wovensentinel #wovensentinel. 1 #ic.

wovensentinel:

Hallownest was definitely not a crowded place. Hornet used to find herself wandering for hours at a time without meeting another living being. Spirale could be described as… exactly the opposite, especially the more city-like areas. It’s part of the reason she prefers places like Cotes Ward– while there are certainly populated areas, there’s also a much bigger focus on nature, and more importantly, solitude. The other reason is… well, Rung. Who’s asked her to run errands for him today. So Hornet finds herself in a grocery store, filling up her cart with various items. She’s stopped in an aisle, picking out some fruit, when someone walks directly into her cart. Hornet looks up to them, about to speak, when she recognizes the figure.

How could she not recognize her, really? She’s emotionally loomed over Hornet’s head her entire life– only now, she’s doing so physically as well. It hasn’t occured to Hornet at all that of all people… Herrah might show up here. For a moment, she considers this might not be her. Not for real. It could be an illusion, something sent by the Stars to mess with her. It wouldn’t be the first time… But, no, this seems too… benign. Herrah doesn’t even seem to recognize her. Hornet takes a step back. She should go. Despite what may be common sense, Hornet wants nothing other than to just leave. She takes another step back, abandoning her cart, and then two more, faster, almost about to turn and run when–

She crashes into another display of fruits. Hornet falls flat on her back, apples rolling everywhere. She doesn’t get up immediately, instead briefly considering just laying there and dying to avoid the embarrassment. She closes her eyes, taking a breath. She sits up.

“Sorry,” she mutters to not exactly anyone in particular. Then, picking up an apple, “I’ll… clean this.”

Herrah knew all too well that most bugs considered her a fearsome being, and yet... the way this one reacted still came as a shock to her, the beast watching as the other tried to flee the scene (only to crash directly into a fruit stand). It felt off in some way, like the reaction wasn’t driven quite by fear, but by something else. Something that Herrah still couldn’t quite place... not at first, anyways.

The words from the wyrm’s text messages echoed in her mind for a moment, and all at once, it seemed to click for the former queen, her body going tense as she sucked in a sharp breath. The familiar appearance... that reaction to her mere presence... this bug was... she had to be, right? Herrah hadn’t seen her in so long, that finding her so quickly felt incredibly hard to believe. And yet... here she was, sitting right there before her.

Taking a deep breath, Herrah approached-- slowly, cautiously, as to not startle or scare her child any further-- and began to pick up apples from the ground as well in silence. What was she supposed to say? She had to say something, and yet for all her usual charisma, grace, and straight-forwardness, Herrah was almost at a complete loss as to what to say to her daughter. This entire situation felt surreal.

“...my child,” She finally began, her tone of voice gentle and soft. “You’ve been so brave. I... did not mean to startle you like that. I am sorry.” She paused. “I am sorry for everything you’ve been through in my absence.” She took in another deep breath in a futile attempt to steady herself, feeling like the world was rocking under her despite the fact that everything was perfectly still. She wasn’t used to this feeling; this feeling of being out of control, of being helpless. She wanted nothing more than to hold onto her daughter, to let everything spill out about how much the beast had always loved and cherished her, about how much she had done her best to use whatever power she had left to watch her... but it didn’t seem like the right time. Not yet.

After all, she didn’t even know if her daughter would want anything to do with her. As much as the idea that she might not broke Herrah’s heart, she also knew it was ultimately her child’s choice-- not hers.

“...if you do not wish to speak to me, I understand,” Herrah closed her eyes for a moment before continuing. “but I would love to finally get to learn your name, my child.”

#wovensentinel #wovensentinel. 1 #ic.

I’m pretty sure I still don’t show up in the tags, but whatever, if anyone actually sees this then it’s starter call time! capping at 3, castmates exempt from the cap.

#isola rp ad

@wovensentinel

Admittedly, when Herrah had first begun to seek out her daughter, she had absolutely no idea where to start looking for her. This entire city was strange and new, and while she wouldn’t ever let anybody know it, the beast was a tad bit overwhelmed. It was also quite clear that she stuck out like a bit of a sore thumb, her many eyes gazing upon the crowds of humanoid people surrounding her-- as well as all the buildings, appliances, and everything else that seemed to be all made for more humanoid creatures than her.

Interesting.

Out of pure curiosity, Herrah found herself wandering into one such building; it appeared to be a market of some kind, shelves lined with various food items and other goodies. Of course, she had no geo to pay for anything with right now, it seemed... well, that wasn’t entirely surprising, considering how she had been in an eternal slumber prior to being pulled here. (What would be more surprising to her was the fact that geo wasn’t even the currency of choice here, but she hadn’t realized that just yet.)

As she passed through the shop and admired all the unique wares that it held (even if, in reality, these were all quite common junk food items that the beast simply wasn’t used to in Deepnest), she failed to notice as she walked pretty much directly into someone else’s cart. She glanced upwards to apologize, but her voice caught in her throat for a moment when she saw the face of who it had been.

It was another bug, and one who felt shockingly familiar to the beast, at that. She couldn’t immediately place it; she was almost completely certain she had never seen someone who looked quite like this before, and yet...

“...apologies. I did not mean to stare,” Her voice was steady and calm as she spoke, though she was examining the other up and down, interest clear in her eyes. “Do you... have a name?”

#wovensentinel #wovensentinel. 1 #ic.

palevurm:

He sighed, setting his phone face down for a moment. Hallownest had fallen and the seal had been broken, the Pure Vessel infected. She could surely not blame him for being skeptical about any one of the Dreamers abandoning their duties.

To: Herrah || From: Pale King

[txt] Considering Hallownest fell to ruin, we could not be sure. [txt] We are glad of your tenacity in any case.

Pale King knew he would never be in Herrah’s good graces. Their allegiance had always been predicated on the crisis of the infection and begrudgingly, mutual respect. Perhaps this will sweeten things if only slightly.

[txt] You will be happy to know the Gendered Child is here as well. I am sure you and she will have much to discuss. [txt] You are welcome, Herrah.

After reading those last two messages... Herrah needed a minute. It certainly did nothing to sweeten her feelings towards Pale King, however, the fact that her daughter was here as well-- wherever here even was-- was something she couldn’t say she had been expecting. Then again, she couldn’t say she had ever expected any of this. To be awake again, in some strange and unfamiliar place... it was a surprise for sure, though it felt like an unexpected boon as opposed to a curse now that she was aware her child was here as well.

She had always wanted to spend time with her child; actual, quality, bonding time together. She had always wanted to be a mother...

The beast glanced back down at her phone for a moment, but elected to not send any sort of returning message to the wyrm for now. She would much rather go find her daughter... and, perhaps apologize. She didn’t regret her choice, no, but she regretted how much pain it had put her child through.

They had a lot to catch up on.

#palevurm #palevurm. 1 #ic.

palevurm:

His snout crinkled into a sneer at the words on screen even though there were typical for Herrah. Straight to the point, no hesitation. Was he really going to do this? Have a text conversation with the Queen of Deepnest while sitting around his apartment in his sleepwear?

To: Herrah || From: Pale King

[txt] We were not alive to witness it and thus have no opinion on its unfolding. [txt] And nor were you. Unless you abandoned your duties as Dreamer.

Evidently, yes. He was going to do this.

TO: PALE KING FROM: HERRAH

>[do you truly believe I would go back on my word so easily, dearest wyrm?] >[you know little of what we were able to watch as we slumbered, I see.] >[I always protected my seal, even as your poor excuse for a kingdom crumbled. you are welcome, wyrm.]

...she hadn’t even gotten into the car to head to her housing yet, instead just sitting by the hole having this text conversation with him. What an excellent start to her time here in Spirale.

#palevurm #palevurm. 1 #ic.

palevurm:

To: Herrah || From: Pale King

[User ‘PALE KING’ has blocked user ‘HERRAH’]

[BLOCK FAILED] [BLOCK FAILED] [BLOCK FAILED]

[txt] . . . [txt] Hello Herrah.

...considering who this was that she was talking to, Herrah didn’t feel bad for laughing at his reaction in the slightest. Did she have any idea where she was or how she was awake? Absolutely not, but she was being given a chance to torment the wyrm over his failure. That was good enough for her at the moment.