Oh what a fool I've been

Kind of a writing space kind of an RP blog, kind of a space where I just muse and goof around. Written by Katy, any pronouns.

[softyetintrepid]

[leneemusing]

STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS

❝  don’t be ridiculous,  there’s enough room on this bed for both of us. ❞ 

❝  please stay.  i don’t think i can be alone tonight.  ❞

❝  i’m staying,  okay?  you don’t have to be alone tonight. ❞

❝  you shouldn’t be alone right now.  i’ll take the couch,  it’ll be fine.  ❞

❝  will you sleep with me?  i know how that sounds i just mean—  i feel safe when you’re there.  ❞

❝  i’ll be here the whole night okay?  nothing will get to you while i’m here.  ❞

❝  wait— have you been here all night?  ❞

❝  i thought you went home after i went to bed.  you didn’t have to do that— you could’ve at least joined me in bed that couch is shit for sleeping on.  ❞

❝  can i stay with you tonight?  i don’t wanna go home yet.  ❞

❝  it’s late,  you might as well just stay here.  ❞

❝  can you just…stay here?  and hold me.  ❞

❝  i know this might sound weird but,  do you wanna stay over?  i guess ‘sleepover’ sounds kind of childish but.  i think it’d be nice.  ❞

❝  i’m not expecting anything,  i just,  thought it’d be nice to keep you company tonight. ❞

❝  i don’t have nightmares when you’re there.  ❞

❝  i get you’re doing the whole protective thing— and i appreciate it.  i do,  but there’s no reason for you to stay awake all night.  might as well come to bed.  ❞

❝  thank you for staying.  it just gets so lonely at night sometimes.  ❞

❝  i don’t want you to be alone tonight and honestly,  i don’t really wanna be alone either.  ❞

❝  do you wanna stay with me tonight?  ❞

❝  stay,  please.  ❞

❝  i’ll stay.  ❞

❝  i’m staying.  ❞

❝  i’m staying.  end of discussion.  you gotta learn to let people take care of you.  ❞

❝  i’m not ready to say goodbye yet.  ❞

❝  i don’t wanna have to say goodnight.  ❞

❝  honestly i can’t sleep,  so if you wanna stay up with me?  ❞

❝  i don’t sleep a lot either these days.  we can be insomniacs together.  ❞

❝  well,  i can think of some ways to wear you out.  ❞

❝  if you can’t sleep,  there are other things we could do.  ❞

❝  i’d rather fuck than stare at the ceiling counting sheep to be honest.  ❞

❝  it doesn’t have to mean anything,  i just don’t wanna feel lonely tonight.  and i want to feel good for once.  ❞

❝  please don’t go—  i need.  i need someone—  i need you.  ❞

❝  the night doesn’t have to end here,  you know.  ❞

❝  i like it when you’re here.  so stay.  please?  ❞

❝  you’re just as lonely as i am.  might as well be lonely together.  ❞

❝  you can stay but i’m not letting you sleep on that couch.  ❞

❝  chivalry is overrated,  get in my bed.  ❞

❝  you’re clearly exhausted.  you can go in the morning.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to pretend to be fine,  if you need me to stay i will.  ❞

❝  when i said i wanted everyone to leave me alone i didn’t mean you.  i can’t handle everyone else right now but you…you’re different.  ❞

❝  you need someone right now.  and i’m the one that’s here.  let me be what you need.  ❞

SCENARIOS

[ GUARDED ]  sender insists on staying the night to keep watch over receiver who has been in some kind of danger. 

[ GUARDING ]  receiver insists on staying the night to keep watch over sender who has been in some kind of danger. 

[ UNEXPECTED ]  one muse stays the night to keep an eye on the other after something traumatic and they end up having comfort sex.

[ CONSOLE ]  sender asks receiver to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling.  

[ CONSOLED ]  receiver asks sender to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling. 

[ ACCIDENT ]  sender winds up staying at receiver’s house all night because receiver fell asleep against them/in their lap and they didn’t have the heart to wake them. 

[ UNPLANNED ]  receiver winds up staying at sender’s house all night because sender fell asleep against them/in their lap and they didn’t have the heart to wake them. 

[ STAY ]  sender is carrying receiver to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away,  receiver grabs their hand so sender joins them in bed. 

[ STAYING ]  receiver is carrying sender to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away,  sender grabs their hand so receiver joins them in bed. 

[ APPROACHED ]  sender is staying with receiver for safety and asks if they can sleep in their bed with them. 

[ APPROACH ]  receiver is staying with sender for safety and asks if they can sleep in their bed with them. 

[ SHARE ]  sender is unexpectedly staying with receiver overnight,  receiver insisted sender sleep on the bed while they take the floor but sender winds up insisting they join them in bed. 

[ SHARED ]  receiver is unexpectedly staying with sender overnight,  sender insisted receiver sleep on the bed while they take the floor but receiver winds up insisting they join them in bed. 

[ FOUND ]  sender is staying with receiver who had them take the bed while receiver takes the couch.  in the middle of the night,  sender goes out to join receiver on the couch because they don’t want to sleep alone. 

[ FIND ]  receiver is staying with sender who had them take the bed while sender takes the couch.  in the middle of the night,  receiver goes out to join sender on the couch because they don’t want to sleep alone. 

[ DISCOVERED ]  receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender was watching over them. 

[ HAVEN ]  receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender felt safer with them. 

[ WEARY ]  sender cries themselves to sleep in receiver’s arms. 

[ TIRED ]  receiver cries themselves to sleep in sender’s arms. 

[ PROPOSITION ]  one or both muse(s) are having trouble sleeping so they have sex to pass the time. 

[ PURPOSE ]  one muse can’t sleep so the other initiates sex to wear them out. 

[ TRAPPED ]  one muse ends up staying the night with the other due to a storm. 

[ KEEP ]  sender fell asleep on receiver and when receiver tries to get up,  sender whines so they stay put.  

[denofdreams-writerblr]

soft prompts for couples who aren’t together yet

hugs that last a little longer than they should

immediately looking at the other after telling/doing something funny in hope to see their smile

making playlists and mood boards for the other

trying to learn about the others interests

continuously denying others who think they are together

“no we are not together!! … at least not yet…”

finding similar fictional characters who shares the other one’s MBTI and enneagram type

trying to know little things about them by observing

always giving the utmost attention to the other if they are in a crowd

associating random things with them

getting matching key rings

hanging out together often

[userprompt]

✷ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; fluff edition ( . 01 )

❝ here, let me hold you. you look cold. ❞

❝ you sleep like a baby, you know that right ? ❞

❝ i'm fine staying here with you, we can watch your favorite tv shows, cook a meal together, cuddles. we don't have to go anywhere. ❞

❝ you're not burdening me, my love. taking care of you is my responsibility. ❞

❝ don't worry, I'll be here when you're awake. ❞

❝ do you want your good luck kisses ? ❞

❝ you're perfect the way you are. ❞

❝ you're really hypnotizing me by your beauty. ❞

❝ i love your voice, it's soothing. ❞

❝ you're warm, i don't want to let you go. ❞

❝ come here, and give me a goodnight kiss. ❞

❝ you seem tired, i can give you a massage if you want to. ❞

❝ i made you your favorite. ❞

❝ sleep, darling. i'll protect you from the nightmares. ❞

❝ let me carry you. ❞

❝ it's okay, I don't mind buying something. ❞

❝ you don't have to talk about it, just let me make the pain go away. ❞

❝ stay here, i'll run you a bath. ❞

❝ rest, let me do the cleaning. ❞

❝ fine, you can hug me for five minutes; but then you have to let me go. ❞

❝ i'm not staring at you, i'm admiring you. ❞

❝ don't go yet, let me hold you for a moment. ❞

❝ don't hide your face away from me, let me see the blush on your face and that shy smile of yours. ❞

❝ i'm very lucky to have you. ❞

[skidspace]

Tell me I’m wrong though

[classsymemes]

a comprehensive list of scenarios

feel free to combine multiple prompts or add  “ + reverse ”  to switch roles !   for reference, the one sending in the prompt is the one committing the action.

1.  GUEST :  for one muse to offer the other a place to stay. 2.  STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. 3.  MEDIC :  for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured. 4.  SURPRISE :  for one muse to come home and find the other already inside. 5.  TRIP :  for both muses to road trip or travel together. 6.  BABYSIT :  for one muse to help the other home while they’re drunk. 7.  INSOMNIA :  for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am. 8.  AMBUSH :  for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy. 9.  DANCE :  for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party. 10.  STRANDED :  for one muse to help the other who’s stranded on the road. 11.  SERVICE :  for one muse to cover the cost of something for the other. 12.  SAFEGUARD :  for one muse to save the other from being hit by a vehicle or from some other life-threatening event. 13.  DAZE :  for one muse to wake somewhere and find the other hovering over them. 14.  STOWAWAY :  for one muse to find the other hiding on the same ship. 15.  TAXI :  for both muses to share the same taxi ride. 16.  MAKEOVER :  for one muse to help the other with a new outfit or hairstyle. 17.  LIFEGUARD :  for one muse to rescue the other from drowning. 18.  DISASTER :  for both muses to work together to escape a fire, flood, or other disaster. 19.  TRANSIT :  for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport. 20.  SPRAIN :  for one muse to carry the other after spraining their ankle. 21.  EMPLOY :  for one muse to be hired as the other’s bodyguard, tutor, assistant, etc. 22.  QUEST :  for one muse to help the other with a task in exchange for compensation. 23.  SOOTHE :  for one muse to calm the other during a panic attack. 24.  RECOVER :  for one muse to return the other’s lost belonging. 25.  UMBRELLA :  for one muse to share their umbrella with the other on a rainy day. 26.  HEAL :  for one muse to nurse the other back to health from a sickness or injury. 27.  NIGHTMARE :  for one muse to comfort the other after a nightmare. 28.  REUNION :  for one muse to run into the other again after a long time. 29.  PRIZE :  for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival. 30.  NUDE :  for one muse to walk in on the other while they’re changing. 31.  BED :  for both muses to wake in the same bed, naked or fully clothed. 32.  TRAIL :  for one muse to notice the other has been following them. 33.  EVADE :  for one muse to pull the other into an alleyway to escape their pursuer. 34.  THIEF :  for one muse to confront the other after having something stolen by them. 35.  CAUGHT :  for one muse to walk in on the other singing / dancing. 36.  FESTIVE :  for both muses to decorate for a special occasion. 37.  PRESENT :  for one muse to give the other a  (birthday)  gift. 38.  WEARY :  for one muse to wake up after falling asleep on the other. 39.  CAPTIVE :  for one muse to hold the other against their will. 40.  SNAP :  for one muse to yell at or push the other out of frustration. 41.  SLEEPOVER :  for one muse to stay the night at the other’s place. 42.  TRESPASS :  for one muse to trespass on the other’s property. 43.  BREAK-IN :  for one muse to discover the other robbing their place. 44.  MERCY :  for both muses to come across an injured animal. 45.  UNKNOWN :  for both muses to wake and find themselves in a strange place. 46.  ACCOMPLICE :  for one muse to assist the other at the scene of a crime. 47.  ASTRAY :  for both muses to take a detour and lose their way. 48.  RELAX :  for both muses to share a hot tub or hot spring. 49.  MUSE :  for one muse to model for the other’s art project. 50.  ACCOMPANY :  for one muse to give the other an extra ticket to an event. 51.  SALVAGE :  for one muse to retrieve the other’s belongings from a thief. 52.  MEAL :  for both muses to prepare and share a meal together. 53.  CEMETERY :  for one muse to find the other at a gravestone. 54.  REFUGE :  for one muse to shelter the other from enemies. 55.  ARRANGED :  for both muses to date or marry out of convenience. 56.  FAVOR :  for one muse to owe the other a favor. 57.  VACATION :  for both muses to book the same hotel on vacation. 58.  DEFEND :  for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants. 59.  CATCH :  for one muse to return the other’s pet that escaped. 60.  RESTRICTED :  for both muses to sneak into someplace they’re not supposed to be.

[lunememes]

🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  (  prompts for the five senses. add [reversed] to reverse the action. feel free to change wording as needed & add details )

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders [ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 ] ― sender and receiver fall into bed together on silk sheets [ 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender pulls receiver’s hair ( gently / hard ) [ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ― sender strokes receiver’s hair [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender brushes receiver’s hair [ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender paints a picture onto part of receiver’s body ( specify what & where ) [ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender traces their fingertips over receiver’s body [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] ― sender reaches out to hold receiver’s hand [ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ] ― sender worships receiver’s body

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄.

[ 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver something they’ve never tried before ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sour ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sweet ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender feeds receiver something spicy ( specify what ) [ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender kisses receiver to taste the lingering flavour of what they ate or drank on their lips ( specify what ) [ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood [ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver soup when they’ve fallen ill [ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 ] ― sender makes receiver a cocktail to try [ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender cooks receiver their favourite meal [ 𝐓𝐑𝐘 ] ―  sender gives receiver a taste of what they’re cooking / baking for their opinion

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

[ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 ] ― sender blindfolds receiver [ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart [ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender greets receiver in formal partywear ( feel free to add detail ) [ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 ] ― sender takes receiver to see lanterns in the sky [ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender and receiver lay under the stars to stargaze [ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room [ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender and receiver see a shadow move out the corner of their eye [ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ] ― sender and receive watch as something burns ( candles / a building / a campfire / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender takes receiver to the aquarium to watch the sea life [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 ] ― sender recognises receiver at a masquerade party

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

[ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ] ― sender puts on the radio to listen to music with receiver [ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 ] ― sender plays receiver their favourite song on an instrument ( specify what ) [ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ] ― sender and receiver are in bed together while rain lashes against the windows / tent / etc [ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender whispers something in receiver’s ear ( specify what ) [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender asks receiver for a dance upon hearing a song [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver hear a sound when they should be alone ( footsteps / creaking floorboards / a scream / etc ) [ 𝐇𝐔𝐌 ] ― sender hums a lullaby to lull receiver to sleep [ 𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 ] ― sender comforts a temporally deaf receiver after a loud sound ( gunshot / explosion / etc ) [ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 ] ― sender calms receiver down from a panic attack in a loud place [ 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender and receiver hear a muffled sound from another room / outside ( music / people / creature / etc ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender hears receiver crying and approaches comfort them

𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋.

[ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 ] ― sender puts a scented bath bomb into receiver’s bath [ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 ] ― sender lights a scented candle for receiver [ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender puts perfume / aftershave on receiver’s ( wrist / neck / cheek ) [ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender inhales receiver’s scent [ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊 ] ― sender is drawn to the kitchen by receiver’s cooking [ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 ] ― sender steals an item of receiver’s clothes because it smells like them [ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender notices receiver smells of their shampoo / shower gel [ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers [ 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender helps clean receiver after a long day / stressful situation [ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver walk through the sewers to escape capture / avoid detection / chase someone [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender massages receiver with a scented oil

[scealaiscoite]

ೃ༄ sleepy prompts ˚◞♡ ⃗

— “when was the last time you slept?”

— “hey, i think it’s time to go to bed.”

— “not that i’m not enjoying being used as your pillow, but i think we’d be more comfortable in bed.”

— “shh, it’s okay. i’ll carry you up.”

— “for someone who’s not tired, you’ve been snoring like a train for the last ten minutes.”

— “work can wait. you need rest.”

— “will you stay with me? please?”

— “i always sleep so much better when you’re here.”

— “stop hogging the blanket!”

— “oh god, did i fall asleep on you?!”

— “they’ve slept for like twelve straight hours. should i be worried?”

— “i didn’t know you slept like that. it’s cute.”

— “it’s not my fault you’re so comfortable to lay on!”

— “here, you can sleep in my shirt.”

— “you’re so cute when you’re tired.”

[softyetintrepid]

“Put me down, I can walk!” from feuilly for grantaire

"Mm? I can't hear you from back there." Grantaire had caught Feuilly limping and lifted him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. "Thing is, while we need numbers and people, we need those people to be able to march should we decide to." He rested his hand on the small of Feuilly's back and shifted his weight carefully, before carrying him elsewhere. "You told us you were fine after your slip on the ice." He sat him on a nearby bench and crouched in front of him, blocking his way to getting back up immediately.

"Feu, if you don't take care of yourself first then the people will have no one to speak for them." He rolled up his jeans and Grantaire winced at the sight of his ankle, "Looks like I am going to be picking you up again." It was badly bruised, swollen, Grantaire was - for once - in a clear headspace to deal with it. "You need to rest it." He grunted, digging in his bag for a first aid kit, he was bound to have something supportive in there, maybe an ice pack. "If you don't rest, it will get worse and you will need surgery or a cane or will just be in pain, do you want that?" He asked, looking up at Feuilly from where he knelt at his ankle. "I'm going to wrap it with ice and take you home, okay?"

[softyetintrepid]

“I’m n-not drunk, I only had a couple of drinks.” from joly for jehan

"Oh, I know mon ami, just it is closing time so I have to take you home." He chuckled at Joly's antics and gave a wave to the people behind the bar, pulling Joly's arm around his shoulder and putting his own around his friend's waist, "Tell me about the bones in the body as we walk, mm? Keep yourself conscious so I only have to walk for one and a half of us."

He quite enjoyed taking care of people, so he really didn't mind his friend being so messy, he was sure he had had his turns too. He started walking Joly to his apartment - it was closer - and chattering away to him as they went, keeping his arm firmly wrapped around his friend. After a while of letting Joly walk him through the anatomy of a human skeleton, Jehan gave a bright smile and shook his head fondly, occasionally asking questions to keep him on track, "How many bones in one hand?", "Whats this one here?", "If babies have more bones than adults where do the bones go?"

Keeping his friend occupied all so they could reach his door without fuss. Jehan got him inside and helped Joly up to his flat, taking off his shoes and jacket for him once they were inside.

[softyetintrepid]

33. Mun chooses (joly & R?)

In the dark of his flat, Grantaire sat stewing, his nose bleeding and a bruise swelling under his eye. He took a long sip from a glass of some mix of liquid and groaned as he rested back into his sofa - his ribs were aching. The lights were off, the shutters closed as the sun struggled to peek through the gaps and though he had heard knocking at the door, like hell if he was going to even try to stand up and answer it. If it was someone who cared they would have a key.

He heard the familiar sound of Joly announcing he was letting himself in and then the key in the door. "I have only been missing for three days, this is hardly a record." He turned his gaze to his friend as he entered, "I'm fine, Joly, go home, don't waste your time." He winced as he sat up and his hand moved to his ribs again.

He could barely recall the little stint he had been having, but he could remember being cornered by someone who didn't find his quips and comebacks all that charming, he could remember countless drinks. He looked up as Joly approached, wiping the blood from his face with his sleeve, "Did you draw the shortest straw and have to come check on me? I am terribly sorry about all the stairs."

[memeroundups]

Vulnerable Situations Sentence Meme

{ trigger warning, some nsfw and possible noncon/dubcon }

“Had a bit much to drink? You could hardly stand.”

“Were you robbed or is kinky foreplay gone wrong the reason you’re tied up?”

“My, what have we here?”

“You look nervous. What’s wrong?”

“I think you might have been drugged.”

“There’s no hiding how hot and bothered you are, darling…”

“You’re burning up and in no condition to be walking about, get to bed.”

“Are you still awake? Maybe the drug wasn’t strong enough…”

“When I saw you looking so helpless, I just couldn’t resist…”

“You shouldn’t be walking all alone this time of night. There’s dangerous people around. Who knows what might happen…”

“Heh. And how do you plan to stop me?”

“I’ll strap you down nice and tight… It’ll be fun watching you squirm.”

“Are you crying?”

“Struggle all you want, cutie.”

“I’m n-not drunk, I only had a couple of drinks.”

“Put me down, I can walk!”

“Mind untying me?”

“I feel kinda… dizzy…”

“I might be coming down with something.”

“Stay back…”

“W-why can’t I move?”

“Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Really, I’m fine.”

“Apparently the brownies I ate were a bit… special.”

“I can’t get up…”

“Who’s there?”

“No, don’t let them take me!”

“I can’t go back there, I can’t…”

[memeroundups]

Send ‘a moment of weakness’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent.

My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.

Your muse is tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

My muse is all tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.

My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.

Your muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is out of it, needing release.

My muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is in a haze, needing release.

Your muse is being beat up by mine, something your muse did must of been the last straw.

My muse is being beat up by yours, something they did must of been the last straw.

Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.

My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.

Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them.

My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.

My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

Your muse is being punished by mine.

My muse is being punished by yours.

Your muse is temporarily blind.

My muse is temporarily blind.

Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

Your muse has blackmail over mine.

My muse has blackmail over yours.

Your muse catches mine naked.

My muse catches yours naked.

Mun chooses.

[softyetintrepid]

“I am not sure, you could very well be a charlatan in a very good disguise.” He chuckled as he saw the other man become immediately distracted and flushed in the face, offering his arm to help Joly into the fiacre, before climbing in after him.

He smiled at Joly’s mutterings and shook his head fondly at the man, “Now, now, mon ami. I know you are a highly professional physician and you will recall you did the same when we were drinking one night, the effects on the body after one glass of wine, two, three… and so on.” He reached out to hold Joly’s hand as the thunder rumbled.

“It is a poetic way to look at it, don’t you think? You may say unscientific but I have another word for it.” He leaned in and gave a playful smile, “Don’t let your other science lovers hear this but, I think you may be creative.” Jehan chuckled and leaned back, “I think it is simply a build up of energy, someone, somewhere got too angry and their wrath is raining down on us.”

He sat comfortably after a pause and closed his eyes, listening to the heavy rain pound at the roof of the fiacre, and to Joly’s heavier breathing, giving his hand a little squeeze, “We will be safely inside soon, mon ami.”

[camaradcrie]

“You know me, Prouvaire, you know that I am not,” he insisted. They walked with their arms hooked at their sides, nearing his building. Brows rose on his forehead, the stirrings of a forgotten memory rearranging itself. He remembered that night, how he went from friend to friend, how he continued insisting they all notified him each time they poured another glass (he was not sure that all of them did). “Oh! Yes, I did.” He spoke, nodding his head. “I remember. Well, some of it, I think I kept in pace with everyone. Perhaps research is better conducted sober.” Such a wild thought.

He pushed open the door to his building and lead Prouvaire up the stairs to his apartment. They could be difficult some days but they weren’t as steep as the ones at the Musain, at least. When he reached the top, he let himself catch his breath before unlocking his flat and going to a shelf.

“All children are creative, the skill is in maintaining that. You have that gift, not I.” Unless his scientific theories could be called creative but Joly would argue that they were not; they were the pursuit of knowledge, purely logical, nothing more.

“Ah! Here.” He pulled an old journal from the shelves and flipped through the pages, grinning all the while. “I found my notes from that night. My handwriting is awful! Can you read it? It starts legible but quickly devolves.”

[softyetintrepid]

"And do you know me well enough to say the same, m'sieur Joly?" He asked in a playful tone, holding on to Joly's arm as rain once again soaked their hair and clothes, before continuing, "I believe research is better conducted sober but it was a celebration so, I think it was fair." He hummed. As they got inside the building, Jehan released Joly's arm as they got to the narrow stairs, they had walked quite a bit today so he stepped back to allow Joly to take his time getting up the stairs, in no rush himself.

He followed Joly inside his flat, closing the door and removing his boots and coat, "It took me to time, nor skill to maintain my sense of creativity, just a lot of note taking and scribbling of thought." He smiled at the other man's compliment, and made about finding dry clothes for Joly to change as he had become immediately distracted by his notes.

He moved to his friend's side and held out a hand, "Your coat, m'sieur? I'll hang it to dry." He didn't want to give Joly a chance to get sick from the cold rain. "I will read it aloud to you as you change, mm?" He smiled and carefully took the book from his friend, chuckling as he saw many a wine spill on flipping through the pages, and swapping the book for some dry clothes.

"My, it is true what they say about doctors handwriting." He teased as he looked through the pages again starting very focused and professional and descending into chaos, "I think this is an excellent study on how wine influences the ability of a physician to conduct a study." He spoke absently, "'Prouvaire: 5'6, 19, male... First glass: temperature unchanged, reaction times normal...' oh, my heartrate slowed a little that's probably relevant." He chattered his way through Joly's findings for a few minutes, pausing to comment occasionally, "Oh goodness, I thought I was beating Grantaire that night he had double what he told me he had."

He set the notebook down on the nearest surface and took off his vest, pushing soaked hair from his face and tying it back with a short length of ribbon, "I think the storm is getting heavier, we made perfect time."

[camaradcrie]

softyetintrepid​

Jehan scooted closer to Feuilly as the blanket was draped over them both, “Next time I should host, to be polite. And to bother my roommate instead.” He hummed, turning his head to look at Feuilly, “I have a wide variety of teas at home, mostly sleepy ones though…” He paused and then gave him a little smile before laughing as Feuilly bumped his shoulder.

He nodded his head, laughing, “Endless loops are scary, you’re right!” He placed his hands on his cheeks, feigning surprise, “How do we do this without the endless loop? A taxi, I suppose.” He smiled, “How do I give you a bag and avoid an endless loop, though?” He asked, though there was the obvious option of inviting him to stay the night, it seemed silly, to Jehan, to hang out at Feuilly’s place then have Feuilly come stag at his, though at least there they could have more privacy.

“Oui. It was a zombie, teen, Christmas musical. I forget what it was called.” He shrugged, “But it certainly was unexpected, and not actually scary. What would very scary would be if you had me sing to you right now.” He adjusted his position so he could rest his head on Feuilly’s shoulder, “We can watch the scary movie, the one from the trailer.” He pointed, “And next will be a musical. One we both know so we can do a duet.”

He took a piece of popcorn and pressed to start the movie, “Was that a challenge, m'sieur?” He asked, before smiling as Feuilly suggested he would be a worse singer than Prouvaire. “I doubt it, I am more of a instrumentalist than a vocalist.”

Feuilly smiled and rolled his shoulders. “A taxi seems wise, as long as this movie doesn’t have any scary car scenes. Then that just wouldn’t do.” He was tempted to take the joke further but refrained. He could walk Jehan home to get the bag, spooked or not, and he wasn’t intending to invite himself over. “I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”

There was a pause then as the move started. Feuilly rested his back against the wall behind them, curling his legs in as it started. There was one benefit to watching this on a tiny laptop; it was hard to get immersed in the horror of it all, especially with all the spam email notifications he kept having to ex out of. He needed to clean out his inbox.

He laughed then and wriggled his eyebrows. “A duet! Perfect. I vote for a villain and hero one, that way I can chase you around the room. I’m the villain, I’m very fast.” He was grinning as he reached for another handful of popcorn. “Oh! Sh, shush, the opening credits are over. Is that a demon?” He leaned in, as if to get a closer look but it was just a shadow, one that nearly jump scared him. “I guess it’s got to build up to the horror first.” He mused, leaning back once more.

This felt like a date, he was realizing. Cozied up and on his bed no less, watching a horror movie, sharing a blanket. He didn’t tend to get nervous about such things and he wasn’t now, it was the uncertainty that bugged him. He sighed eyed Prouvaire as he pondered this conundrum, not at all subtle. It was then that a real jump scare occured. Feuilly yelped, jumping where he sat. He hadn’t even been paying attention but it was the sound, it got him. At least now that his heart was racing he wasn’t focused on that conundrum anymore.

“I hate jump scares, what happened? I wasn’t watching.” He looked towards Prouvaire again. “Don’t make me rewind, I’ll react the exact same, I swear.”

[softyetintrepid]

"I'm sure we will." He smiled as Feuilly settled to watch the movie, or rather settled to chat through the start of the movie, finding himself chuckling quietly and feeling comforted at his apparent lack of focus. Provaire tended to find some horror films a little predictable, he could usually tell when the beat was coming, could steel himself for the jumpscare, it was after the movie he would find himself looking over his shoulder or having vivid dreams.

He was distracted mildly at this moment so perhaps would come in a little more lucky today, he turned his attention to Feuilly for a moment and hummed quietly, "A demon for the very first shot of this movie would be a bold choice." He said softly, shifting to get a little more comfortable.

He noticed Feuilly go quiet for a moment and could feel his eyes on him, Jehan moved a hand to fix his hair awkwardly and - distracted as he was - was jumpscared by Feuilly being scared of the jumpscare in the movie. He laughed and rested a hand to his chest, shaking his head a little as his heart raced, "A balloon popped! Mon ami, you scared me!" He swatted Feuilly's arm gently and laughed, "A balloon and a face in the mirror."

He curled himself in to Feuilly's side and shook his head fondly at the other man, "What if there is a twist at the end and it has been the wife being the 'ghost' the whole time?' He asked with a little chuckle, "Or they wake up and it was all a dream... or was it?"

[camaradcrie]

@softyetintrepid​ continued from here.

Grantaire pulled on the front of his jacket, wrapping it tighter around himself as he walked, cold breath visible in the air. He gave a shudder in the chill and looked around, deciding to opt for a short cut to get him out of the cold faster. Walking through the gates of the graveyard, he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked.

After a minute or so, however, he found himself dawdling, stopping to read some of the older looking stones and then moving on. He was there for a few minutes until he spotted anyone else, blinking as it was even someone he recognised.

“Feuilly?” He weaved between large stones to reach the man who seemed to be doing a little maintainence, tidying around a smaller marble stone. Shit, this is probably private time. He was frozen for a moment before he came to the man’s side, crouching with him and pulling away at some overgrown grass. “Bonjour, do you mind me being here?”

He didn’t visit often, once a year if even that but every now and again it was nice to check in. When he went he tidied up, pulled weeds out from around the stones and placed rocks on top. When he was younger, still a teenager, he tried talking to them in the way he’d seen others speak to gravestones but it felt forced, awkward, and so he was quiet. Instead, he just reminisced. Why he went that day was by chance alone; like Grantaire, he was in the area and decided to stop by.

Hearing his name pulled him from his thoughts and he looked over his shoulder, offered a smile to Grantaire. Paris was a big city, he hadn’t expected to run into any friends there but he didn’t mind that he did. Perhaps this should have been alone time but Feuilly didn’t mind. He lost his parents a long time ago, it wasn’t as difficult to be there anymore, and company didn’t hurt. As private as he was, he never shied away. He kept a lot of his life to himself but not out of embarrassment, it’s just how he was; he didn’t often talk about himself.

“Hey,” he greeted, “I don’t mind. I was just - Well.” It was obvious what he was doing, he shrugged. “Are you visiting someone?” He looked around, as if he’d be able to pick out the grave by sight alone before looking back to his friend. “I was going to go to the Corinthe after this.”

[softyetintrepid]

"'Well', indeed." Grantaire gave him a lopsided little smile, aware of his socially awkward action in approaching the man at a graveyard, but he didn't seem to mind so Grantaire was comfortable enough to join him for the moment.

"Taking a shortcut." He admitted to Feuilly's question, "I am a lazy, but efficient man." He hummed, "On my way to the Corinthe myself, a lucky coincidence." He scratched at the scruff of his beard and moved so he could clean up with Feuilly, pulling at weeds, "My father is elsewhere." He added as Feuilly looked around at the nearby stones, "Not that I would have reason to pay him a visit anyway. "

He sat quietly for a moment, thinking. It was quite peaceful for the moment though his fingertips were starting to ache and his cheeks were red from the cold, "You have your warm coat, oui? It feels like the weather is going to become more dreadful by the evening." Awkward weather small talk would get him through this. He looked to Feuilly and then to the gravestones, wondering if he could ask about them - or if Feuilly would have much to tell.

[camaradcrie]

softyetintrepid

Jehan could sense Joly’s nervousness, which truly wasn’t an uncommon thing, but he was concerned for his friend, nonetheless, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder and nodding as he other expressed his hatred of the situation, or the storm - he truly wasn’t sure which.

“It is not ideal.” He nodded his head in agreement, “But we will be indoors soon.” He watched Joly flinch at the thunder and moved to his side to put an arm around him, “Oui, let’s see if we can find one.”

For a moment he forgot about his concern as Joly mentioned his experiment, “As long as it is perfectly appropriate, m'sieur Joly, I am happy to let you study my body.” He teased as Joly stepped out to flag down the fiacre, Jehan stepped back into the rain and tipped his head back to let it fall on his face for the moment as he followed Joly.

“Of course it’s appropriate! I’m a physician, not a charlatan. I’d never abuse my position like that, science is … It’s very important.” Joly’s cheeks had gone from pale with nerves to pink with embarrassment remarkably fast. Thank god the fiacre stopped, he would have continued rambling and defending himself and his honor as a physician for a while. Flustered as he was, it was better than anxious; Prouvaire always knew how to distract him.

After giving the driver his address, Joly shuffled in, scooting down on the seat to make room for Jehan. “It’s perfectly appropriate,” he said, nearly grumbling, “I’ll simply be taking your pulse, among other things, to record any changes after there’s a clap of thunder or lightning nearby.” There was a wince then, another roll of thunder overhead. It wasn’t as loud as the previous one but Joly was on edge, certain it was only predecessor to a louder, crueler boom. He waited for the other shoe to drop, shoulders raised as he warred between looking out the window and away from it; both were scary in their own way. Eventually, when more thunder didn’t come, he relaxed again.

“You know, I used to believe incredibly unscientific things about thunder and lightning.” Not that he didn’t still but Joly would argue the contrary. “I thought horses lived in the sky and that their hooves made that sound, and when thunder was very loud, well, that was a cart tipping over, maybe it was crushing an angel and that’s why there was lightning.” He blinked, cleared his throat. “Of course, I was very young, very little, that’s why it’s so silly.”

[softyetintrepid]

"I am not sure, you could very well be a charlatan in a very good disguise." He chuckled as he saw the other man become immediately distracted and flushed in the face, offering his arm to help Joly into the fiacre, before climbing in after him.

He smiled at Joly's mutterings and shook his head fondly at the man, "Now, now, mon ami. I know you are a highly professional physician and you will recall you did the same when we were drinking one night, the effects on the body after one glass of wine, two, three... and so on." He reached out to hold Joly's hand as the thunder rumbled.

"It is a poetic way to look at it, don't you think? You may say unscientific but I have another word for it." He leaned in and gave a playful smile, "Don't let your other science lovers hear this but, I think you may be creative." Jehan chuckled and leaned back, "I think it is simply a build up of energy, someone, somewhere got too angry and their wrath is raining down on us."

He sat comfortably after a pause and closed his eyes, listening to the heavy rain pound at the roof of the fiacre, and to Joly's heavier breathing, giving his hand a little squeeze, "We will be safely inside soon, mon ami."