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Today's Document
almost home
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NASA
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The Bowery Presents
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Misplaced Lens Cap
Product Placement
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Love Begins
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@resonatelibertatis
ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ, ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟs ᴏɴʟʏ, ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴄ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʟᴏɢ ꜰᴏʀ Kate Hipsten ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ Lou, +21, she/her
𝒊. main verse (mobile version) 𝒊𝒊. site 𝒊𝒊𝒊. guidelines (mobile version) 𝒊𝒗. memes 𝒗. verses (mobile version) 𝒗𝒊. open starters
sideblog of @devorantescorda-2
credit: cavalierfou on deviantart
𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 " 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 “ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .
😘 @bloodsucking-bstrd
She blushed, smiling. "Hello to you too, Max."
@bloodsucking-bstrd
What are you to me (check all that apply)? [] A stranger. [] No one important. [] An ant under my boot. [] A pet. [] A toy to mess with. [] A source of entertainment. [] Someone I would like to fuck. [] Someone of romantic interest to me. [] Other (will specify). Where did I meet you? [] In a club/at a bar. [] On the streets. [] I found your lost dog and brought it back to you. (Actually, I just used that as an excuse to come up to your door.) [] I stole someone’s phone and found your contact information. [] In a graveyard. [] In your apartment, making myself at home. [] In your kitchen where you found me rifling through your fridge. [] In your bed. It was comfortable, by the way. [] That one time I was swimming in a pool of blood. [] One of your friends arranged a meeting with you. [] I don’t even care where we met. [] Other (will specify). I think you (check all that apply): [] Are a waste of molecular matter. [] Are strange, odd, and/or weird. [] Would look good covered in blood. [] Would make a nice hood ornament. [] Would taste good with a bit of red wine. [] Are easy prey. [] Are not worth my time. [] Need to get me a pie before I shank you. [] Are obnoxious. [] Are fun to tease/mess with/scare. [] Try too hard to gain my attention. [] Are asking for trouble. [] Are wasting my time having to fill this out for you. [] Are my worst enemy reincarnated. [] Are late. Where’s my sandwich? [] Are one of life’s greatest mysteries. [] Other (will specify). If you kissed me? [] I would smile and laugh. [] It would be a quickie. [] It would involve tongue. [] It would be aggressive. [] I would softly bite your lip. [] I would explore your neck and jaw. [] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [] You remember what happened last time? [] I’d say that’s awkward… [] I’d be shocked. [] I would slap you. [] I would push you away gently. [] I would shove you away harshly. [] We wouldn’t. [] Lol no. [] You would lose your tongue in a few seconds. [] Other (will specify). If you were caught in an explosion, I would: [] Laugh in amusement. [] Tell you to stop being a drama queen. [] Check to see how injured you were. [] Get upset that your blood got on my clothes. [] Steal your wallet while you’re distracted with your broken limb. [] Take your kidney while you’re passed out. [] Pick you up and hang you by the legs in a nearby tree. (To ensure you don’t get hit by a car?) [] Leave you there to die. [] There was an explosion? If I saw you right now, I would: [] Steal your kidney. [] Stab you with my knife. [] Poke you in the eye. [] Move into your apartment to piss you off. [] Make you take my dog for a walk and hope you give her a bath as well. [] Give you a hug while I whisper death threats in your ear. [] Push you into oncoming traffic. [] Tell my boyfriend “That’s the one who gave me a black eye!” [] Yell at you. [] Do nothing. [] Other (will specify). What I want from you (check all that apply): [] A good laugh at your expense. [] One of your limbs. [] To test this questionable liquid substance. [] A kiss. [] Sex. [] To be my bitch. [] My money back. [] To kiss my ass (figuratively). [] To kiss my ass (literally). [] To get hit by a car while I film it. [] A sandwich. [] A conversation. [] Your blood. [] Your soul. [] A date. [] To just shut up. [] To just go away. [] To give my dog a walk and a bath. [] Your wallet. [] Other (will specify).
⚡️"Why do you really want me to work with you?" [sherlock verse] (Ethan) @lcstxsculx
"Why wouldn't I want to? You seem like someone who knows what you want. And that's a rare quality. I'm sure we could do great things together."
@lcstxsculx
winter / christmas / holiday themed prompts
♛ — [sender] brings a gift to [receiver] ☁ — [sender] throws a snowball at [receiver] ✧ — [sender] bumps into [receiver] under mistletoe ✰ — [sender] and [receiver] stroll around the city/town looking at holiday lights ❐ — [sender] gives [receiver] a festive sweater ♬ — [sender] sings a christmas carol at [receiver]’s door ⇧ — [sender] and [receiver] drink hot cocoa at a diner ☃ — [sender] and [receiver] attempt to make a snowman together ● — [sender] and [receiver] decorate a christmas tree ❆ — [sender] and [receiver] get trapped indoors during a snow storm ╳ — [sender] encourages [receiver] to make a snow angel ⍋ — [sender] and [receiver] pick out a christmas tree at a farm △ — [sender] and [receiver] try to chop down a christmas tree in a forest ☜ — [sender] and [receiver] attend a white elephant/secret santa party ✔ — [sender] and [receiver] make small talk at an office holiday party ☺ — [sender] and [receiver] get tipsy at an office/school/community holiday party ♞ — [sender] and [receiver] watch silly hallmark holiday movies ☎ — [sender] and [receiver] put together a gingerbread house ◎ — [sender] and [receiver] decorate and bake christmas cookies — [sender] and [receiver] cook a festive meal ☮ — [sender] brings [receiver] some fruitcake ✂ — [sender] and [receiver] craft handmade ornaments/decor ♤ — [sender] and [receiver] try to string popcorn garland ☀ — [sender] and [receiver] go ice skating ☂ — [receiver] sees [sender] fall from a roof/high place while putting up christmas lights ☾ — [sender] and [receiver] go shopping for gifts together ‼️ — [sender] and [receiver] take holiday themed photos together ♡ — [sender] and [receiver] cozy up by a fireplace ⌘ — [sender] and [receiver] visit an outdoor christmas/holiday market ♣ — [sender] and [receiver] make mulled cider ◑ — [sender] gifts [receiver] a pair of matching pajamas ✚ — [sender] and [receiver] volunteer at a soup kitchen ➊ — [sender] and [receiver] attend a local theater production of a christmas carol ✿ — [sender] and [receiver] attend a ballet presentation of the nutcracker ★ — [sender] and [receiver] attend a holiday orchestra ♜ — [sender] and [receiver] play board games by candlelight ♨ — [sender] and [receiver] roast chestnuts on an open fire ♯ — [sender] and [receiver] wrap presents together ☠ — [sender] and [receiver] play a holiday themed drinking game ⁑ — [sender] offers [receiver] coquito or eggnog ✗ — [sender] and [receiver] attend a nye black tie gala 𓋼 — [sender] and [receiver] discuss resolutions for the new year ✈ — [sender] and [receiver] count down to midnight
Evangeline Lilly
SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY
Kate sat at the corner table of the café, a book open in front of her, but her gaze kept drifting away from the pages. She traced the rim of her mug with her finger, lost in thought as the sounds of the busy café hummed around her. It was one of those days when everything felt a bit off, when the weight of the world seemed to rest heavier on her shoulders than usual.
She flipped a few more pages, but the words blurred together, lost in the noise of her own mind. Sighing, she set the book aside and watched as people came and went, lost in their own little worlds. A group of friends laughing, a couple stealing a quick kiss, a stranger lost in their phone.
Part of her envied their carefree existence, their ability to move through the day without questioning every little decision, every word, every feeling. But another part knew that life was never quite so simple. Not for her, at least.
Finally, she pushed away the book and rested her chin in her hands, letting out a soft sigh. The rain pattered gently against the windowpane, a quiet backdrop to her swirling thoughts.
Kate sat by the window, gazing out at the city below, the soft glow of the streetlights casting long shadows across her face. Her fingers traced the rim of the coffee cup in front of her, lost in thought. The rain outside was steady, almost rhythmic, and for a moment, it felt like the world had slowed down. She hadn’t had much time to breathe lately, caught up in the rush of everything—life, love, responsibilities. But tonight, it was different. There was an odd sense of stillness, a chance to reflect, if only for a moment.
Her eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. Late. She’d been expecting a call, a message, something. But the silence only seemed to grow louder.
Sighing, she stood, pacing the room with a restlessness she couldn’t quite shake. The weight of everything, from her fears to her dreams, felt heavier tonight. Maybe it was the rain, or maybe it was the quiet, but there was a part of her that felt more exposed than usual.
His eyebrows raised in interest as he listened intently to what she had to say. Originally he had felt a mere emptiness for a few seconds before the anger and the rage began to grow, how dare she take what was his! Yet it had always been on the cards, a challenge, a stimulating challenge had finally arrived. The anger soon turned to a twisted form of joy, the neurons in his mind finally getting the stimulation they yearned for as they pulsed into action. “I’m very dramatic, it is the best way to ensure the message is fully sent after all, I am ever so pleased you have been paying attention, I had been planning to stuff you, perhaps sell you to a few human collectors, would have been easy since there is only one man that loves you, have you heard from him lately?” he sang. Two could play that game, the good ole eye for an eye policy was more than fair in his mind.
Taking out his phone he showed an image of Ethan hanging upside down in a decrepit and mouldy room, blood covering his body from a brutal beating. “Now before you swear vengeance, did you truly not foresee that I would have a plan to counter yours? That I wouldn't be able to find him? Dear me it was easy really, a few veiled threats and some rather convincing evidence that I had you and he came running, like a mouse to a trap.” His hand did a running motion as a high-pitched whistle left his lips before they clamped together and he made a definitive crashing sound, imitating the scene he had previously laid out with her. There was no sign of strain at all as he looked at the struggling Asriel and then back at her. “No no. I have all the time in the world, you have half an hour before he becomes very poorly! Poor Ethan, suffering for your mistakes. So I would hurry up with your speech you prepared, you don't have all day you know.”
@resonatelibertatis
Kate's gaze flicked to the phone again, and the sight of Ethan—bloodied, bruised, and struggling in that decrepit room—hit her like a physical blow. Her breath caught in her chest, and her stomach twisted with guilt, but she forced herself to look away, clenching her fists at her sides to steady herself. Her heart was hammering in her chest, every beat a painful reminder of her failure, of what was on the line. But she couldn’t let Jim see the fear. She couldn’t let him know how much this was breaking her inside. She swallowed hard, pushing back the rising panic, the desperate urge to run to Ethan’s side and fix everything. She couldn’t show weakness—not now. She had to keep control, no matter how much her hands trembled or her thoughts scrambled in a frantic mess. ❝You think you’ve got me cornered?❞ she said, her voice tight but forced into a confident tone, like she had the situation in hand. She folded her arms across her chest, the motion more to hide her shaking than anything else, her fingers digging into her own skin as though grounding herself in the pain. ❝You’re a lot more predictable than you think.❞ The lie tasted bitter in her mouth. Her mind was whirling. She couldn’t lose him. She couldn’t let Jim win. If she let her emotions show, it would be over. But every part of her screamed to go to Ethan, to make sure he was okay, to hold him, to make everything stop.
Her gaze flicked back to Jim, her eyes narrowing, her jaw tightening. She had to hide the panic. Had to pretend she wasn’t falling apart inside. ❝You really think that just because you’ve got him, I’ll fall apart?❞ she continued, the words leaving her lips with a brittle calm. Her stomach churned as she forced her voice to stay level. ❝You don’t know me as well as you think, Jim. This little stunt won’t break me.❞ But it was breaking her, piece by piece. Every second that ticked by, every moment she was forced to stand there while Ethan was hurt... it was like shards of glass in her chest. She wanted to scream. Wanted to tear the walls down and make everything right again. But she couldn’t. She had to control it. She had to hold it together. ❝I’m not that weak.❞ She had to keep her voice steady, keep her hands steady. Ethan’s life depended on it. ❝But I’ll make you a deal,❞ she said, forcing a smoothness into her words that felt almost foreign. ❝You let him go, and I’ll walk out of here and free your little friend.❞ She knew Jim would never just let Ethan go. But she couldn’t think of another way out. Every second felt like an eternity, each one pulling her further from her goal of saving Ethan. ❝But if you hurt him any more...❞ she said, her voice wavering for just a split second, though she quickly caught it, turning it into something colder, something more dangerous. ❝I’ll make you regret it. You’ll regret ever crossing me, Jim. And that’s not a threat—it’s a promise.❞
GLIMPSES OF THE PAST: a headcanon / prompt collection because sometimes it's not enough to write about your muse's past and how it affects them, you just gotta write a little scene. these prompts are designed to be a little writing prompt related to your character's past, essentially!
send FORGED for a scene from my muse's past that they think made them stronger in the long run
send REMINDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they encountered something that reminded them of a difficult experience / trauma
send CONFESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they revealed a secret about themselves to someone
send TRICKED for a scene from my muse's past in which they misled, tricked, or lied to someone
send IMPRESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they tried to impress someone, successfully or not
send ACHIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they completed / achieved something they were proud of
send CHANGED for a scene from my muse's past that represented a turning point in their life
send DIFFERENT for a scene from my muse's past that they feel changed their outlook / personality / etc, for the better or worse
send CRITICAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they thought about / were reminded of something they're insecure about
send SCOLDED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone told them off, justifiably or not
send STRAINED for a scene from my muse's past in which they interact with someone they have a difficult relationship with
send SOBBED for a scene from my muse's past in which they broke down in tears
send LOST for a scene from my muse's past in which they felt lost, literally or figuratively
send BLINDSIDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did
send INJURED for a scene from my muse's past in which they sustained a significant injury
send AFRAID for a scene from my muse's past in which they were scared / under threat
send HELPED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone helped / saved them
send CAUGHT for a scene from my muse's past in which they were caught doing something they shouldn't
send BLUSHED for a scene from my muse's past in which they received a compliment that really got to them
send VICIOUS for a scene from my muse's past in which someone said something cruel that really got to them
send SWOONED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were infatuated with someone
send PINNED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were stuck somewhere, literally or figuratively
send GRIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they had recently lost someone / something
send MORTAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they had a brush with death, either themselves or someone close to them
Leave my muse an anonymous letter detailing your muses’ feelings towards them.
Hatred, love, or anything in between - put words to the unsaid parts of their relationship.
An independent portrayal of Jim Moriarty, many different verses for various fandoms available!
Carrd, Verses
Send “Are you okay?” for my muse to have a mental breakdown in front of yours.
Send “No! I’m not okay!” to reverse it onto my muse.
Emotional Manipulation
trigger warnings ahead. emotional manipulation; emotional abuse; negativity.
"you're not good enough."
"you're not even trying, are you?"
"you're a failure."
"I'm wasting my time."
"you're slacking off."
"that's just an excuse!"
"i'm disappointed in you."
"i'm not your mother!"
"you should be able to do this."
"don't ask me! do it yourself."
"you're pathetic."
"you keep fucking up."
"do you even know what you're doing?"
"just leave. i'll handle it."
"you could be so much better."
"you're throwing everything away."
"you're being stupid."
"are you doing this to spite me?"
"what's wrong with you?"
"you're doing well. but you need to be better."
"i'm trying to encourage you to be the best you can be."
"i'm helping you. don't you want my help?"
"they're relying on you."
"don't you care?"
"you're fucking up on purpose, aren't you?"
"you're too soft."
"that's not a valid reason."
"no. you're staying here until you figure it out."
"i expected more from you."
"why are you still here?"
Send "First Impressions?" for my muse's first impressions on yours, regardless of whether they have met and/or interacted before or not. Send "First Impressions? + Reverse" for the reverse. Remember to specify a muse for multi muse blogs!
