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𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 ! @librarywent @librarywent @librarywent
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)
→ 𝐈 . GENERAL
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . ❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down . ❛ door . hold a door open for my muse . ❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . ❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair . ❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take . ❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing . ❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] . ❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST
❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . ❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare . ❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them. ❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . ❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told . ❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope . ❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground . ❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry . ❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE
❛ wink . wink at my muse . ❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] . ❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face . ❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair . ❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest . ❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . ❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms . ❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder . ❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] . ❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue . ❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse . ❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after . ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . VIOLENT
❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face . ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse . ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back . ❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object . ❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground . ❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse . ❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . ❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. ❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse . ❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
→ 𝐈𝐕 . NSFW
❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse . ❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] . ❛ go down . go down on my muse . ❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops . ❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse . ❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body . ❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .
IND. TOHRU HONDA
hello, all ! my name is steph ! and I am here with an ind. priv. tohru honda from fruits basket !
if you’d be interested in interacting with an airhead that is full of sunshine , please like or reblog ! ♡ can’t wait to meet everyone ! * rules.
Valeria Luiselli, from Faces in the Crowd (tr. Christina MacSweeney)
[Text ID: It’s a ghost story. Is it frightening? No, but it’s a bit sad.]
𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃. @onixiri
Dark hues fall upon the other, watching as she — and the others — readied themselves for school. The morning rush was always a bit chaotic, and Fayren tended to leave either earlier or later than the group to avoid the overstimulation. However, today, he would be remaining at Shigure’s, as Hatori was scheduled to stop by for a check-in, so this would be his only chance to see her before the day’s end. Seconds ticked by and once he noticed the girl putting her shoes on and ready to head out the door he blurted out, “T-Tohru,” Immediately his cheeks darkened, but the youth did his best to ignore it. “Your test is today . . . and I-I know you were nervous, so I thought you could use this for good luck.” He hurriedly explained, voice much quieter than intended, before handing her a pressed four-leaf clover.
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. / 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐒.
Number of languages spoken. 2-3, Japanese ( native ) and English. Additionally sign language ( Japanese or American depending on the thread location. ) Tone of voice. Average, soft-spoken. Accent. If he’s speaking something other than his native language than obviously he’ll have a bit of an accent. However it’s never obvious. He is from a prestigious family with ample money to place towards education, so when he does speak, he is generally understandable and without a significant accent. Demeanor. Shy. Polite, while simultaneously a bit aloof. Often nervous and unconfident. Posture. Trained to be straight and professional, however he has the habit of slouching his shoulders. Generally pretty stiff and unrelaxed. Habits. He almost always avoids eye contact unless someone brings attention to it / he is forced not to. Furthermore, he fidgets with his hands very frequently. He is very quiet and will give small nods to ensure he is paying attention. His words falter / trail frequently and he has trouble being heard. He really dislikes repeating himself and if asked to will usually dismiss his words as of little importance. He pauses a lot and has a very difficult time expressing his thoughts and emotions, and talks very little in general. Vocabulary. 5/5. He reads very frequently ( though prefers nonfiction ) and as a result has a pretty expansive vocabulary. He doesn’t necessarily use it often though. Emotion. 4/5. He tries to stay neutral when he speaks, but the truth is he is a very emotional person. When upset, he is very quick to lose the stability of the demeanor he presents and is much more likely to respond emotionally. Despite this, the above habits remain the same, it’s just that what he says are a result of intense feelings over logic. Profanity. Frequency: 1/5. Creativity: 0/5. He doesn’t often swear. He would only really use profanity if it were used against him a great deal and clouded his surrounding vocabulary. Even then, he hardly resorts to cursing, as he feels then he would reflect the behavior of his abusers, which is the last thing he wants to do. Additionally, he figures if he were to use such language, he would be punished for it, and doesn’t find it worth the risk. This or that. Straightforward or cryptic? He tries his best to be honest because he finds it the least taxing upon his mental state. That being said, he does have tend to “leave out” some details and often does not paint the full picture unless explicitly instructed to. Asking Fay to give information is like pulling teeth. Despite being very easy to intimidate, he is very loyal and very difficult to get to admit something if he decides against it. Finding the right word or using the first one that comes to mind? He is very anxious about saying the wrong thing, so is very careful about what he says. Masculine, feminine, or neutral? Because he is rather submissive, be might be seen as more feminine ( and looks the part ), however his language is very neutral. Formalities or abrasiveness? He is almost always formal and polite in his speech. Only after a while of getting to know someone does he begin to be somewhat casual with them, and even then he’s still stiff. Regardless, despite being formal and using such language, because he is so quiet and avoidant, he can come across as rude and maybe occasionally abrasive. Frankness or lies? He truly tries to avoid lying, and with those he is more comfortable around ( and less fearful of retribution ) he finds himself a bit more blunt. In general, he has a very difficult time communicating and especially reading social cues of others, so in order to stay safe he is withholding. He is also a big people pleaser, and will often “lie” in the sense to make others content. Excessive or minimal hand gestures? He tries to take up the least amount of space possible, so when speaking his hands are usually busy fidgeting with one another, and not used to gesture. Friendly or blunt nicknames? He doesn’t use nicknames. He does often forget names, and might ( if absolutely unavoidable ) say something along the lines of “you’re the x person” / “person who x” or something along those lines which can accidentally come across as blunt, but he also tries his best to, as always, be polite and friendly. He is easily intimidated by others and tries his best not to come across as such himself, but his fear of others, and as a result his instinct of avoidance, can result in him coming across as aloof. Do people have a hard time understanding your character? Yes. He is very quiet and often mumbles his words. Does your character’s point come across easily when talking? Not unless instructed to. He is very non-confrontational when he speaks, and as a result tends to avoid what it is he’s actually trying to communicate. Does your character initiate conversations? Not unless he absolutely has to. How does your character address others? He mainly uses titles and surnames, as is common in Japanese culture. If he is unaware of such, he calls someone whatever it is they prefer to be. As stated, he has a tendency to be too formal and has a bit of a hard time using people’s first names when they give him permission / ask him to.
His chest ached in response to the Leech Lord informing him of the Dreadfort’s newest inhabitant. He could not imagine a fate worse than being the fiancé of Ramsay Snow. It was not too long ago when Fayren had attempted rebellion through small acts of disobedience against the bastard. However, after a lengthy stay at the maester’s side, the boy had learned his lesson, and decided to avoid the other as much as possible. In fact, he tried to avoid everyone outside of the lord of the castle. Accordingly, as a sudden hound made himself known at the boy’s feet, enthusiastically sniffing his boots and pantleg, eyes of ebony widened and he froze in place. Only once a young woman caught up to the pair and commanded the dog did Fay’s tension ease ever so slightly. He was about to thank her, but as he finally looked up to face her he paused once more. “A-are you Lady Clegane?” He asked, barely above a whisper.
𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈-𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃. @vilifyme
In movies ( ― not that Fayren ever really had the opportunity to ‘hang out’ and watch television ― ) they make it seem like time slows, when the cool steel kisses pierces, flesh. In truth, it just hurt. It wasn’t fast, it wasn’t slow . . . just painful. There’s no poetry to it. It wasn’t the first time she had gathered some object with the intent to maim. Nor was it even the first time that blood was drawn from a blade at her hands. It was the first time, however, that she seemed so intent on doing more than injuring him. From a young age Fay had learned how to quiet himself. To make himself unknown. To take up as little space as possible. Between classmates eager to blow off steam and a mentally ill mother, Fayren had also learned how to take a beating without making a sound . . . But in the moment, as warm crimson made itself known to the youth, ( the child, ) he couldn’t help but cry out. Maids had scurried about, likely attempting to hold the woman back, and undoubtedly calling for the Souma doctor. Eyelids heavied, as the boy lay upon the tatami ( his blood staining the floor-matting ). His hearing waxed and waned, but that didn’t stop him from hearing his mother’s final demands of him: “Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!” She shrieked. “Shut up and die!” A familiar presence was at his side before he finally put forth effort to open his eyes once again. “Hatori,” he all but whispered, with tears welling against dark lashes.
@stovmborn
𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐎. / 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓.
A sheepish nod is given to the other, opposite hand finding the wound and pressing down in attempt to lessen the bloodletting. “T-thank you.”
fay’s birthday is this friday ( 7/16 ) !
one of my biggest fay inpso is this song
Fayren is often plagued with nightmares and as a result has chronic insomnia. Generally, he goes without sleeping as long as he can physically muster until he eventually passes out. When falling asleep due to lack of consciousness, he tends to have fewer night terrors, but it is hardly a foolproof method. He does, however, sleep better alongside someone else. Obviously, this depends on the person, ( if he really doesn’t trust them he wouldn’t be able to sleep even if he wanted to, ) but it generally applies. When he can feel the weight of someone beside him, or even hear their steady breathing, he is able to calm down enough that he falls asleep easier and has far fewer bad dreams throughout the night. This being said, he is far too embarrassed to ever ask someone to sleep beside him. But if someone else insists, silently he will be beyond grateful to get some quality rest.
More than anything, the child wished he could sink into the furs that covered him and escape this world. Where else he could go? In truth, he had no where. It was almost sad that his stay within the Dreadfort walls had been one of his safest homes. And yet . . . There were things Fayren was forced to see that would never leave. Depictions of horror and suffering that had been etched into his mind permanently. Fragments of the scene haunted him. Terrorized him. He was made sick to his stomach at an inkling of the thought of the barbarous practice the Boltons continued despite its illegality. Perhaps all of the fear had caught up to him, and he finally snapped. Fayren couldn’t take it anymore, and, at long last, lost all will to fight. To live. What did it matter if the lord was upset with him? If he tortured or killed him? Maybe that would be better ― However, as the chamber door was opened without warning and icy words of the Leech Lord spilled, the boy’s stomach lurched. And in an instant, all of the dread he thought he had managed to purge himself of returned. He wanted to cry. He wanted to sleep without the nightmares. He wanted to be held. He wanted to be safe. He wanted all of this from Roose, but knew it unlikely. Impossible. Not with his recent behavior. And so, Fayren forced himself to leave the false comfort of his sheets. Slowly and steadily he managed to find his balance and silently he followed.
𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐎. / 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓.
The way the head talked about the situation, it was as if be had forgotten that he too was Ren’s child. Her heir. “I am terrified of her,” the youth admitted softly. “I am terrified of becoming like her.” Another pause. “. . . I never knew Akira. I don’t know anything about him.” “Do you ever . . .” Fayren began but soon trailed off. He knew the other had a rather explosive temper. And the last thing he wanted to do was upset the other. But . . . he had never had anyone to discuss such matters with before. And who could understand his situation better than his own brother. Granted, their upbringings were very different, but that evil woman connected them. Whether they liked it or not. “D-do you ever, wish t-that you could make her love you? That you could ch-change her mind?”
Send me “Can’t sleep?” to have a tired conversation with my muse in the middle of the night.
𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.
Ren Souma, already given birth to her first child, and now pregnant with her second, spent all her days with the man whom she completely loved, her husband, Akira. However, his health gradually deteriorated, and unfortunately, he was bedridden at the time of Fayren’s birth. Ren, still recovering from childbearing, was unable to visit Akira before he passed on. Disobeying advice, she rushed to him at the word of his final weakening, but he was already gone. Her eldest child, Akito, was able to say goodbye to the father, and since then, Ren held a resentment towards both her children. Additionally, despite Fayren’s birth sex being female, he was raised as a male ( in order to reassure her place as the only woman in Akira’s heart ). The Soumas are a family cursed. A select few are born early, and whenever embraced by a member of the opposite sex, they change into their possessed zodiac animal. There are twelve animals possessed, as well as the cat, and finally a god was chosen to rule and love the animals. Akira was the god of the zodiac, and this role passed down to young Akito after his death. Seeing as how Akito is the family’s god, he is officially the head of the clan, as well as well protected by maids and the zodiac members themselves. They are there to serve god, after all. the same is true through the life of the Soumas. Fayren, who was not possessed by an animal ( despite being a member of the ‘inner family’ ), was left to occupy the ill of mind mother. He suffered a childhood of isolation and abuse. He knew no friends nor the majority of his family. He only interacted with the maids who aided in his raising, and the family doctor, Hatori Souma, as the child was often left injured from Ren’s attacks. He is quiet, even frequently falling ( somewhat selectively ) mute. Without much of anything else to do, any free time the boy had, he spent doing homework or reading for personal enjoyment. As a result, he was moved into high school a year earlier than his peers ( making him within the same grade as Momiji and Hatsuharu Souma ). He is an excellent student, but because of his silent nature, is often labelled a ‘troubled student’ for his lack of class engagement. He is also an easy victim of bullying, and either completely ignored by teachers and classmates, or avoids them in case they feel like picking on him. He finds solace in the school’s greenhouse, and holds an avid interest in botany and similar sciences. He also visits public parks and gardens frequently, and spends hours wandering in thought, in order to avoid returning to the Souma Estate. He is hesitant when meeting new people and even comes across as aloof. Once getting comfortable with someone ( which takes a great deal of walls to break through ), his humor is deadpan and he is quick to offer quips of sarcasm, though occasionally the same use is quick to fly over his head. Fayren enjoys sciences, rather than language, and has a hard time articulating his thoughts and understanding implied meanings from others. ‘Right-brained’ subjects can easily frustrate him, however that’s not to say he is unable to discuss topics such as philosophy, sociology, and society. Rather, he is not very creative, and understanding such experimental ideas can be lost on him; to which he would promptly become disinterested and leave such conversations.