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rpmemegraveyard

The 'yes or no' game.

Send my muse "❓+" alongside harsh hitting questions, scenarios, anything question-related really, but they can only answer with "yes" or "no". Nothing more, nothing less.

#memes

luna-azzurra

Caretaker Lines!!

✮ "Stop trying to act tough. You're shaking."

✮ "When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

✮ "Hold still--I know it stings, but I have to do this."

✮ "You scared me half to death, you know that?"

✮ "I've got you. You don't have to hold yourself up anymore."

✮ "Just breathe. In and out. I'm right here."

✮ "You're going to need stitches and I swear, if you say you're fine one more time--"

✮ "Don't argue with me right now. Just let me help you."

✮ "I'm not going anywhere, so stop telling me to leave."

✮ "Can you squeeze my hand? I need to know you can hear me."

✮ "You're running a fever on top of everything else. Of course you are."

✮ "I found you on the floor. Do you understand how terrifying that was?"

#memes #[ohh gimme 👀👀👀]

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.

#memes

ancientforgcd

#ooc

[ooc mobile: stomach problems ALL day while at work has definitely left me feeling a bit exhausted in all shapes and forms so not sure what I'll get done tonight with replies but I will try.]

#ooc mobile #delete #[im certain its not a stomach virus but likely something triggered by stress]

petalsprompts

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 & 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄; 𝙺𝙴𝚈𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 '𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚂'.

change pronouns, tenses and other details as deemed necessary. & please specify muse when sending to a mumu.

I am a secret. That is all I will ever be.

If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.

Do people always fall in love with things they can't have?

Everybody wants their own little place in the world. And maybe mine is here, loving you from a distance.

If I give in to my desires, I'll have to deal with the consequences of stupid actions.

Our love defies logic and reason, a cosmic connection that words cannot fully capture.

Love is rarely a choice.

I swore that I wouldn't kiss you again.

I kept hoping that if I just ran far enough, eventually I’d figure out a way to stop loving you.

You said you didn't want this. Were you lying?

Love is love, even if it is illicit; like light remains light even in the darkness.

I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.

I do not lack the courage to tell you how I feel. What I fear is how you will react to it.

If I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.

It is terrifying to love someone who is forbidden to you, terrifying to feel something you can never speak of.

If you come away with me, I can promise you pain and disgrace... but I will love you like no other can.

We were doomed from the start. A lost cause. A losing battle.

Everything between us is destined to become a mere memory

Do you want the truth? The truth is, I would fuck you right here and now. Right on this fuking table, but I can't!

I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you – even until it burns my hand.

I will never let you go, do you hear me? No matter how long it takes, I will keep you safe. And I will find a way for us to be together.

#memes

prettynerdieworks

#( A love like you. )#Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times II but it is vague II like a breeze among flowers ;; WANTS #sasorikigai #( Please give your loving heart to me II and say we'll never part II i think of you every morning II Hanzo x Olivia )#Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows ;; SUN GODDESS VERSE #[liv never noticing/realizing hanzo watches her from afar like that? it's 100% the truth]#;; queue

ethanhunt-deactivated20230911

Paul Newman & Joanne Woodward in The Long, Hot Summer (1958)

#( A love like you. )#Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times II but it is vague II like a breeze among flowers ;; WANTS #muse likes #[this IS the kinda confidence liv enjoys and i swears]#;; queue

sasorikigai

❄️ || The shift in him is not loud.

It is never loud. That is the thing about Kuai Liang's anger - it does not arrive with heat, does not announce itself in raised voice or sharpened movement. It arrives the way a temperature drops: gradually, and then all at once, and by the time one notices it the air has already changed entirely. The frost-patterning on his hands intensifies by a single degree, visible to anyone paying the kind of attention Olivia pays, the silver tracery climbing fractionally higher along the tendons of his forearms.

His jaw sets. Not tightly - with the careful deliberateness of a man applying discipline to something that would otherwise move without his permission.

He is still.

He is very still.

And in that stillness, Olivia's words play back through him - he does not rush away from them, does not defend before he has fully received them, because he has never been a man who wins arguments by refusing to hear the other side.

He hears her. Every word. He holds them against the last seven days of his life and what happens in that collision is not rage - it is something quieter and deeper and more difficult, the specific injury of being genuinely misread by someone whose understanding he did not know he was depending on until the moment it failed to arrive.

When he speaks, his voice is level. Precisely, intentionally level. The control itself is the tell.

"You are asking me," he says, "to prove that I do not use living things as instruments."

He lets the sentence exist in the air between them without ornamentation. Lets her hear the shape of it. Then:

"You are asking me."

Not an accusation. A fact, delivered with the flatness of something that should not require explanation and has been required to explain itself anyway. His glacier eyes hold on hers - not demanding she look up, not pursuing her averted gaze, simply remaining where they are with the patience of a man who will be standing exactly here when she chooses to meet them.

"Jǐngbīng was dying." The words are quiet and they are granite. "Not fading. Not failing in ways that time might correct. She was dying, and she was dying alone, in a cave that her mother had not returned to in long enough that the stone itself had gone cold in a different way - in the way that places go cold when the life has left them and taken its warmth with it." He does not look at Jǐngbīng as he says this. He does not need to. "I did not find a military asset. I found a creature at the edge of what she could survive, and I made a choice with my hands before I made it with my mind, because some choices do not wait for the mind's deliberation."

A breath. The cold moves.

"The eggs had hours. Perhaps less." Something crosses his face - a compression, brief and unguarded, the echo of what it had been to press his bare hands against those shells and feel the pulse in them stuttering. "I gave them days. I gave them six days of every cryomantic resource I possess, distributed across five lives simultaneously, without cessation, without full sleep, because that is what they required and I was what was available and I did not - " he stops. Recalibrates. The flatness returns but it costs him something this time - "I did not consider, at any point in those six days, what they could do for the Lin Kuei. I considered whether the pulse in the fourth egg had stabilized. I considered whether my attunement signature was consistent enough across all five to prevent interference. I considered whether Jǐngbīng trusted me enough to leave for the training flights she needed, or whether my absence would distress her in ways that would transmit to the clutch."

He takes one step toward her. Not closing distance with aggression - closing distance because what he is about to say requires less space between them and he will not shout it across open ground.

"You speak to me of noble intentions." And there — there is the edge in it, that fine controlled edge that is as close as Kuai Liang comes to letting it show. "You stand before a man who was made into a weapon before he had language sufficient to refuse it. Who was taken - taken - and shaped and sharpened and pointed at targets he did not choose by people who called it duty and called it purpose and called it the will of the Lin Kuei and never once asked what he was, beneath what they were making him into." His voice does not rise. It descends, actually - quieter, harder, the specific register of a thing being said that has never been said before, extracted from somewhere he does not open.

"I know exactly what it is to be used. I know it in the body. I know it in the way I rebuilt myself after, piece by piece, choosing deliberately what I would become because I had finally earned the right to choose. I know what was taken from me when that choice did not exist."

The frost-patterning on his hands has stilled. Not diminished - stilled. Locked in place. The stillness of absolute control over something that wants very much to move.

"Do you believe," he says, and his eyes are on hers and they are not cold - they are the opposite of cold, they are the particular intensity that lives at the center of ice rather than on its surface, "that I would take what was done to me and do it to them? To her?" The smallest gesture - not toward Jǐngbīng. He does not need to gesture toward Jǐngbīng. "To five lives I kept alive with my own hands in the dark of a cave for six days?"

He does not wait for her answer. Because the answer, if she knows him at all - and he has allowed her to know him in the way he allows almost no one - is already present in everything she has already said, in the tender contradiction of a woman who names her trust in him and then asks him to prove his intentions in the same breath.

"They are here," he says, "because here is safer than anywhere else on Earthrealm for what they are. Because the Lin Kuei's walls exist and its warriors are loyal and its borders are known to those who would come for something this rare and this valuable if they discovered it elsewhere." His jaw shifts. "When Jǐngbīng's young hatch and are paired with riders, those riders will not own them. They will not command them. They will earn them - earn the right to be chosen, the way I was chosen, in the first moment of her life, in a dark cave, when she moved toward me instead of away."

Something moves through his expression - undeniable, undefended, too swift to name. "A dragon that chooses you cannot be turned into a weapon. She can only be a partner. This is the fundamental truth of what they are, and it is the reason a Lin Kuei rider program is the safest possible future for this clutch. They will be bonded. They will be protected. They will not be sent anywhere their riders would not willingly go."

The silence after is different from the silence before. It has weight and texture and the specific quality of something that has been said completely, the last word of a thing, nothing withheld.

Jǐngbīng, behind him, has not moved through any of this. She has watched Olivia with that glacier-eye and she watches her still. But something in her posture has shifted - almost imperceptible, the way a mountain shifts in the moment before a decision. Her head has lowered. Not in threat. In something that looks, in the particular vocabulary of a creature who does not speak in words, like seconding. Like agreement. Like the confirmation, offered from the source herself, that what he has said is true.

Kuai Liang's voice, when it comes again, is quiet. The anger in it has not disappeared - it has simply been placed back in its correct position, below the thing that matters more.

"I do not require your solace," he says. "But I will tell you this, because you asked and because you have earned the truth of it." A pause. A single, careful breath. "She chose me. In the first moment of her life, in the dark, with no reason to trust anything - she moved toward me. I have spent every day since attempting to be worth that choice."

His eyes hold on hers.

"That is my intention. You may determine for yourself whether it is noble." ❄️ ||

somniaxperdita

A part of the sun goddess wishes the shift in the grandmaster's exterior was loud.

Loud meant it was easier to disagree with. Loud meant she could read the fury, the discomfort, far easier than what was being given to her now. Anger, was a much better emotion to carefully work with, than disappointment. It radiates from Kuai Liang as she listens, still refusing to look at him as her chin remains low, and the sun goddess can feel her eyebrows knit together in a frustrated frown.

She pays attention. The sun goddess always does. Olivia must being who she is and how mankind is towards her. A piece of her knows her words would've, might've, offended the grandmaster and she thought he would understand why she would be so concerned for the frost dragon and the eggs at her level. At the immortality she carries, comes with a large span of experiences and witness to what mankind has done to grand creatures of the earth, big or small, legendary or mundane. It is a list she would not speak of because it would be a conversation that could go eons if given the detail and time.

Olivia sees how Kuai Liang is with others. That is something she, painfully will not admit out loud, admires and adores about him. The respect towards other warriors even when the are men like Johnny Cage, who use humor in all they do. The mutual understanding he carries with Hanzo Hasashi, once an enemy, now a friend and ally. The patience, along with the restraint, he holds with The Lin Kuei recruits he has chosen in the time they have known each other. The sun goddess knows that Kuai Liang cares.

He has always shown he cares, with that silent heart of his, so carefully used that most do not take notice. So much so that the sun goddess cannot help but see how others perceive him as a result. How the Elder Gods have looked down upon the grandmaster and call him 'cold'. How many, allies and enemies, think he cannot carry humor or charm, all because The Lin Kuei's reputation for being cold-hearted and aggressively cruel.

It is why she worries. The heaviness on her heart, for these frost dragons, are never at the doubt of Kuai Liang. It is the doubt she holds for those who would not feel the same way he does. Centuries alive, holding a wisdom many do not see of the sun goddess sometimes, knows how mortals have treated the beasts. For their pelts and armor. For their strength and their speed. For what they can provide, as trinkets and prizes, than actual companionship.

Kuai Liang is not a poor judge of character. His current warriors, proud and loyal, would not dare betray him and what they have strive to create in the new era. Yet Olivia cannot help but think of Frost. Of Sektor. Of those that Kuai Liang trusted with himself and his home, and was betrayed by others for it. The sun goddess, this woman who cares deeply for the grandmaster of The Lin Kuei, did not wish the past to repeat itself.

She understands why her opinion, this truth of how she feels, would offend both Kuai Liang and Jǐngbīng. This connection they have created. A bond between dragon and grandmaster. One that Olivia could not understand, not fully, as her connections to animals was created through a natural binding she carries with those of her element and terrain, or because most animals who become her companions are not permanent with her life. They were free to leave, to return, and to never to come back if they so wished it, because that is what animals do. They are not living creatures who remain tethered when they no longer see the need.

"I am asking you."

Her voice comes out suddenly, quiet and stern, trying not to allow her pride, that godlike arrogance to cloud her thoughts, along with the ache that she has disappointed Kuai Liang.

"I ask you because you are the only person I know who could understand why I ask this. I know what has happened to you, I know how others used you and turned your mind and body against you. You, above all others, know what happens when someone you trust might betray you, grandmaster."

"Do not misplace my need for reassurance because of the doubts you might think I hold for you. I will never doubt you, grandmaster, because you are not someone who gives treachery as I have seen others do." It has nothing to do with The Lin Kuei and their history, nor does it have to do with Bi-Han, but of others who have betrayed the grandmaster she holds regard for. "You one told me, long ago, how you do not trust easily. How you do not trust Elder Gods, those of divinity those who demand gratitude or worship. I believe this to be true of you as I have seen it." There's a pause and the the sun goddess keeps her composure professional and true. "But when you do trust someone, be it warrior, immortal, or beast, you trust with all that you are. It is not a weakness that you do this but others might it is."

Olivia does not speak of Frost. There was no need to remind the grandmaster of his fledgling he had once mentored all those years ago. Such implications did not need to be spoken of so bluntly when they both know what the goddess means.

"You... you started with speaking of how Jǐngbīng was a military value to The Lin Kuei. You cannot be troubled by my own discomfort when that is what you had explained to me. Of course I requested for you to explain yourself, Grandmaster Kuai Liang, but I did not expect you to tell me that you would use the frost dragons and the young as part of a functional military unit."

"I did not think you would turn Jǐngbīng or the future frost dragons into weapons. What I am concerned of is the warriors who might be trained to be riders and gain the trust of the dragons and use them for... wicked intentions when they see what power her babies contain. A dragon's trust is one that does not question, Grandmaster Kuai Liang. They will soon fight their own kind for someone they consider loyal companion. I have witnessed such among others who have taken dragons and gained their trust in what they believe was right for their clans, flying into wars, killing innocents, and all because they believed their riders were trustworthy."

Sapphire eyes, feeling that gaze of the cryomancer, glances up towards Jǐngbīng now. Feeling the way the beast stares at her, in agreement to what her rider speaks to the sun goddess, and that in itself confirms Olivia of what she says.

"Jǐngbīng would fight me to the death if I were a threat to you, no matter how much trust or-" She stops, that smile of relief she once held for the grandmaster fading into a frown"-... whatever alliance we've created together as friends. It does not matter what history we hold with each other, she will sooner turn me into a statue of ice or bite my head off than question what I am doing is right or wrong."

Olivia sighs, knowing her thoughts and worries of this would not strike the grandmaster, but she cannot remain quiet of this. Being silent is never wise for any relationship, professional or casual, and the sun goddess was never one to keep her thoughts closed off to those she cares about.

"Your judgement is not one I doubt. Believe me. You have chosen your warriors wisely and with care. You see promise in others I do not, for I am not someone who chooses others the way you do, because I am far too... restricted in who I let in and who I allow to hear my reflections." Now her gaze shifts to Kuai Liang's, her frown deepening, ashamed and wounded. "Most do not acknowledge what I give no matter how concerned my intentions are. I am not an Elder God nor a goddess many hold in high regard. I am worshiped to provide warmth and life to Earthrealm." Nothing more, nothing less. "People have prayed to me to shed light on the truth and yet do not approve of what I say. It is no surprise you would think the same, Grandmaster Kuai Liang."

"I know you will keep the frost dragons safe. I know you will hatch the eggs, tend to their upbringing, and your home within The Lin Kuei will provide the shelter better than anywhere within Earthrealm. As I said before, I am happy you brought the eggs, I am relieved to see you alive, and I know you will be the right man for this task that you have chosen for yourself. No one else could, Grandmaster Kuai Liang."

The sun goddess takes a step back, then another, then a third, providing distance from the warrior. Sapphire eyes trained on him, then to Jǐngbīng, who remains where she is behind the grandmaster, obedient and ready for what her rider will do in this conversation.

The cold around them increases and the sun goddess does not shiver or twitch at the change in temperature. The cold, in all it's majesty and power, does not vex her the way it does most in this realm.

It does not trouble her the way Kuai Liang's gaze does nor the silent anger he carries underneath his words.

"You do not need my solace then you do not need my presence or advice. Perhaps it is best I take my leave for you to continue onto your training with the frost dragon and her unhatched young. A sun goddess has no place near beasts who have always kept their distance from the warmth of my light." To return to the Shirai Ryu. To tend to the clan who would consider what she says, without fear that what she says or how she feels is not scrutinized. Her hands, that were once calm and intertwined, now settle at her sides, fists tightening slightly, her lips shifting into a grumble.

"Jǐngbīng had no reason to trust you and yet she did. You seem to forget that I did for you when we first met. I saw you, that scar, of your past, and many would say I have hundreds of reasons to distrust you but I never did. I would not be standing here, telling you how I feel, if I did not trust you would do the right thing."

Silence again. Heavy against the space between the dragon rider, his companion and the sun goddess.

"Your reassurance is accepted and I trust that anyone who dares try to harm or use the frost dragons with maltreatment will be your responsibility to tend to. I trust Jǐngbīng to do what must be done should that day arise too."