tooxldtorememxer

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.

[tooxldtorememxer]

  A highly selective multi-muse blog with low - medium activity. Multi-verse and oc friendly. 21+. Written by Caleb (Asmodeus/Asmo 30+). Mutuals only. Contains both canon muses and oc muses from a variety of books, shows, and pop culture or none at all.

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[remerg]

The small stomp just as he approaches Alpha-

Omega has a small shiver

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭𝒀 𝑫𝑶 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  i do appreciate you helping me.  ❜ ❛  i do feel at home when i'm with you.  ❜ ❛  i do hope you know how loved you are.  ❜ ❛  i do love being yours.  ❜ ❛  i do love the way you say my name.  ❜ ❛  i do love you a little more than i realized.  ❜ ❛  i do plan on being there for you always.  ❜ ❛  i do think about you more than i probably should.  ❜ ❛  i do want to keep making memories with you.  ❜ ❛  i do want to spend more time with you.  ❜ ❛  do you care about me too?  ❜ ❛  do you know how cute you are?  ❜ ❛  do you mind if i borrow your sweater?  ❜ ❛  do you mind if i sit with you?  ❜ ❛  do you need a helping hand with that?  ❜ ❛  do you need me to do something?  ❜ ❛  do you need some help?  ❜ ❛  do you want me to kiss it better?  ❜ ❛  do you want me to stay until you fall asleep?  ❜ ❛  do you want me to stay?  ❜ ❛  do you want me to walk you home?  ❜ ❛  do you want to dance with me?  ❜ ❛  do you want to go out with me?  ❜ ❛  do you want to hold my hand?  ❜ ❛  do you want to kiss me?  ❜ ❛  you do always know how to cheer me up.  ❜ ❛  you do brighten up the whole room.  ❜ ❛  you do deserve to be taken care of, too.  ❜ ❛  you do give the best hugs.  ❜ ❛  you do have a way of making ordinary things feel special.  ❜ ❛  you do know how much i care about you, right?  ❜ ❛  you do look cute when you're sleepy.  ❜ ❛  you do look perfect in my arms.  ❜ ❛  you do look very beautiful today.  ❜ ❛  you do look very cozy like that.  ❜ ❛  you do make everything feel easier.  ❜ ❛  you do make me feel like i'm exactly where i'm supposed to be.  ❜ ❛  you do make me feel safe.  ❜ ❛  you do make me smile without even trying.  ❜ ❛  you do make my heart feel very full.  ❜

[invocari]

@tooxldtorememxer

Serafino was certainly more familiar with Dewdrop than Ifrit, but that didn't mean they didn't intend to rectify that. It was a rare thing to have a ghoul around that pre-dated their brother's era, and was firmly from one of their elder brothers.

It was a genuine shame that they knew so little about the other band ghouls, and the other papas. The music and videos weren't enough to get by.

It was an equally genuine delight to have discovered Ifrit was around by virtue of being bonded to Dewdrop.

"Tell me your favorite memory of Terzo. And not just him falling off the stage. I have heard all about that from Dewdrop. I want to hear what you liked best about him, and about being part of the band."

[tooxldtorememxer]

Ifrit was very busy, or perhaps the correct term is distracted. Distracted by the fact that he had found Serafino's robes with a tail and was busy comparing and wondering if his tail looked like that on the inside as well. It matched up, holding them side by side, but it's not made of real bones, and he doubts Serafino can actually move it like a real tail...

The fact that Ifrit was bonded to anyone at all was a miracle. Perhaps it had been done out of pity, but he was none the wiser about it. He was just happy.

It's the name that draws his attention back to the other, ears perked and his tail wagging slightly. Terzo and Dewdrop mentioned in the same sentence? It couldn't get any better. "mmm - I didn't really hang out much with him. That was more of an Omega thing," and Ifrit had always been too busy floating around Dewdrop to hang much around his Papa. Whom he loved very much!! But Terzo rarely seemed very eager to hang around many of the ghouls except a chosen few, and Ifrit was not one of them.

"I thought he was funny! and cool, and he smelled really nice!" his smile is wide and genuine, as were the fast, happy movements of his tail. "He let me do a lot of fun and cool things on stage and didn't get angry or annoyed. He didn't control us like I've seen Secondo do to Alpha when he plays. He was.. firm but fair? Always horny as fuck on stage, but not like the Cardinal -" he giggles at that. "More eh.. oh.. uhm.. elegant!"

[snug-gyu]

[invocari]

"Should I even bother checking? Your guesses are always right," they tease, soft and gentle.

They do worry, though. They worry about the immediate fallout after IV leaves, and how III will take the leaving. He's a bit of a gremlin, but he's a deeply caring gremlin when it comes down to it.

Still, they close both pairs of eyes, reaching out with the abilities Sleep has gifted them in order to brush up against III, and then IV.

It's just as II guessed, really. III is out in his garden, weeding the tomato patch and poking at the green beans like it will ripen them faster. He's thinking about plans for the next growing season already, including courgette and potatoes, maybe beans. He's thinking about what he can convince Vessel to eat.

They smile, and they'll try, for him. He cares too much for Vessel to spurn care.

IV is in their makeshift studio behind the soundproofed walls and door. He's picking at his guitar and working on some of the more complex chords, but he's also playing music that isn't Vessel's. They frown a little bit, because that's not the point of who they are.

Sure, if IV was just touring with them, it might be expected. A session musician who would move on to the next gig. IV was supposed to be theirs, and he's not dedicated. He's never been fully dedicated. III will jam to his own music interests from time to time, but that's different from creating his own music like IV seems to be.

IV already has one foot out the door and pretends otherwise.

"He wants to go... he's just waiting for another door to open," they sigh quietly, putting their face in their hands.

[tooxldtorememxer]

II watches along with Vessel but stays on his own frequency to not be detected. He doesn't need Vessel to get distracted by that now, and instead he lets his body splash the water a little like he's bored and patiently waiting for Vessel to come back to him and tell him if he's right or not.

III is adorable in the garden. He's learned a lot and keeps getting better at it. He seems to enjoy it, and that is enough for II. As long as their interests don't overshadow the music and their worship, he doesn't really care what they do.

IV, he watches with mild disdain when he plays the chord not meant for Sleep. he could just as well pop his head off right now. He'd take care of the body too; all Ves and III might find is a speck of blood or two. He withdraws before Vessel to settle back into the restrictive prison that is a human body. If the body wouldn't break, he would have turned his whole upper body around like an owl turns it's head 180 degrees, so he settles for a partway turn, grabbing onto the tub's edges to turn him a bit more to look back at Vessel.

"Oh, my beloved," he shushes and wraps his arms around the other in a cramped, awkward hug. "I know it hurts, but it will be over soon. Everything will get better; you'll see. I won't let you have anything but the best. We won't just settle; it'll be like this never happened. An afterthought, nothing more." Both the promise and comfort of a lover as much as a promise from the God himself. He won't make the same mistake again. "Trust me. Trust SLEEP to lead us right."

[invocari]

"I am always going to be protective. I was protective of Fore as well. I am the Mouthpiece, and the First Vessel. There's expectation in a leader. We have already had our share of danger in that I am considered a threat to the natural order of things. An unnatural thing is something those in power cannot abide," they murmur, nuzzling into his hand like the cat-like thing they can be at times. "Mmm... you could do both. I could warm you in my mouth while you read to me. I do my best relaxing with something in my mouth as we both well know," they add coyly, smirking and leaning in to press a soft kiss to that soft mouth, two pairs of eyes focused on one. "I know Sleep could pull me in as easily as a thought, but I do enjoy the ability to find rest in more natural ways."

[tooxldtorememxer]

"The most adorable abnormality," he hums softly, smiling fondly at the nuzzling. He's absolutely pleased with this one and now, finally, with all of them. Even if IV had literally just shown up at their doorstep, he'd known he picked the right one the moment he brushed up against his conscience not too long ago. A shining beacon in the dark and muddled landscape of desperate souls. Much brighter than Fore had ever been.

"Tempting. Very tempting," he agrees with a grin of his own, smiling against the other's lips. "Why don't we head upstairs then? As much as I doubt we'll be interrupted tonight, I'd rather not have IV's first impression of us being degenerates. He'll have to learn that in time," he smirks again, knowing fully well how freely they all love in this house. He doubts there's any room or surface that hasn't been "christened" at one point or another.

With a lingering kiss to their soft lips, II slips off of Vessel's lap, offering them his hand instead once he's standing. The empty bowl of stew on the table can wait for tomorrow for all he cares. "I'll go fetch the book, you go upstairs and get ready for bed, yes?" he gives Vessel's backside a smack to send them up the stairs to the bedroom, a hungry look in his eyes as he watches them before he goes to fetch the book in the small library section of the house. It had doubled in size since it was first created, but it was a long way from full yet. He finds the book, opting for the English translation rather than the Arabic one and slowly starts making his way up the stairs as well. He has a prize to collect.

[tooxldtorememxer]

( it is so warm all you can do is literally just sit still and home that's not too much movement. Northern Europe (especially Scandinavia) is not built for this, my friends. )

[hollowprompts]

` * 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 -

01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor. 02. wringing hands together in silence. 03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still. 04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away. 05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other. 06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 -

01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word. 02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw. 03. throws an object across the room. 04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin. 05. pacing the room with heavy steps. 06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 -

01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear. 02. resting their forehead against the others. 03. cups the others face with both hands. 04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence. 05. lingering touches against the others face. 06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.

𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice. 02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs. 03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go. 04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort. 05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. spins the other around without warning in a hug. 02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily. 03. provides the other with a handmade gift. 04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug. 05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 -

01. backing away slowly and looking for exits. 02. hiding behind the other and peeking around. 03. flinches at sudden movement from the other. 04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room. 05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders. 02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care. 03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat. 04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe. 05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry. 06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. raises a hand but hesitates. 02. grips the others arm a bit too tightly. 03. pushes the other away with more force than necessary. 04. turns their back on the other to begin walking away without a word. 05. rips a shared photo in half without a word. 06. steps in closely with cold and narrowed eyes.

[mcqraw]

the immortal classic 🤌

[tooxldtorememxer]

@invocari wrote: [ CARRY ]: sender, having been carried by the receiver for other reasons, winds up sitting in their lap once they sit down. - Dewdrop @ Copia

Perhaps it was a good thing that Dewdrop was so small compared to some of the other ghouls, or him playing dead or whatever this was could have been a lot more awkward than it already was.

Finally being able to sit, he chuckles and pats Dew on the head, a few gentle taps before he lets his palm rest there and his cheek against his forehead. "I know you're awake, amore. enjoying yourself?" he murmurs softly, poking him in the ribs with his other hand. "If you were dead, you'd be more floppy. like a ragdoll," he chuckles at that. How does he know that? There's no need to know.

[soulprompts]

SITTING IN SOMEONE'S LAP PROMPTS.

listen. i want to tell ye that i have infinite reasons for making this. that i've been designing this for weeks, months even. but i can't. this happened because i saw one (1) meme and aligned that with two (2) cups of coffee. either way besties, you're all getting a strangely detailed list of reasons to drop your muse into another muse's lap. you wanna switch the roles? add a [ REVERSE ] if you want your muse to be the lap that's being sat in! don't add to this list, don't claim it as your own, i'll curse all your potatoes to be soapy and sad to consume.

[ SHAVE ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap so they can carefully shave the last of the receiver's stubble from their face.

[ MAKE-UP ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to get a better vantage point to apply makeup to their face.

[ SNIP-SNIP ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap whilst giving them a haircut.

[ HAIR ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap so that the receiver can style or just play with their hair in peace.

[ CAR ]: sender ends up sitting in the receiver's lap whilst in a very crowded car together.

[ STUMBLE ]: sender loses their balance and trips backwards, falling into the receiver's lap in the process.

[ INTIMIDATION ]: sender, in an effort to frighten the receiver by invading their personal space, sits in their lap to try and inspire discomfort or fear in them.

[ LOOK ]: sender, wanting to see something that can only really be seen from where the receiver is sitting, sits in their lap in order to see it as well.

[ HEAL ]: sender ends up in the receiver's lap trying to tend to their wounds to the best of their abilities.

[ FEAR ]: a frightened sender sits in the receiver's lap in an effort to feel some measure of safety and protection.

[ COMFORT ]: sender, after a challenging and emotionally draining experience, settles into the receiver's lap in search of a feeling of comfort.

[ ADJUST ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to fix their collar or tie or other item of clothing.

[ STRADDLE ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap with one leg on either side of their legs, straddling them effectively.

[ EMBRACE ]: sender settles in the receiver's lap to give them a long, well-deserved hug in comfort.

[ CARRY ]: sender, having been carried by the receiver for other reasons, winds up sitting in their lap once they sit down.

[ THROW ]: sender flings themselves at the receiver, so eager for a hug that they end up in their lap.

[ DROP ]: exasperated (or maybe just exhausted) the sender drops down into the receiver's lap to rest.

[ CUDDLE ]: eager for some well-earned cuddling, the sender finds it much easier for everyone involved to sit in the receiver's lap during the cuddle session.

[ MOVIE ]: while watching a movie together (and possibly being so distracted by the film that they don't realize what they're doing) the sender settles back into the receiver's lap.

[ CHAIR ]: the distinct lack of available chairs in a room results in the sender having no choice but to sit in the receiver's lap.

[ CLOSENESS ]: after having been apart for a considerable length of time, the sender sits into the receiver's lap just to be close to them.

[ PRETEND ]: in a bid to persuade others that they're in a relationship (even though they're probably not) the sender climbs into the receiver's lap to convince the on-lookers of their legitimacy.

[ LEARN ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap so they can teach them a particular practical skill (e.g. pottery, knot-tying etc.)

[ ACCIDENT ]: the sender, unaware that the seat they're trying to claim is occupied, drops into the receiver's lap without realizing it.

[ EXHAUSTION ]: the sender, surrounded by nothing but uncomfortable places to rest in, finds a solution by sitting in the receiver's lap in order to rest and possibly sleep.

[ CHILLED ]: the sender and receiver find themselves in a particularly cold room, leading the sender to sit in the receiver's lap in order to share body heat.

[ KISS ]: the sender lowers themselves into the receiver's lap in order to kiss them properly.

[ FLIRT ]: the sender, only just beginning to explore the romantic side of a relationship with the receiver, sits in their lap in order to express their feelings clearly.

[ ROMANCE ]: the sender, in a well-established romantic relationship with the receiver, sits in their lap just because they can.

[ THRONE ]: having found the receiver sitting in their throne, the sender sits in their lap in order to symbolically and physically share the seat.

[crownmemes]

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[mythshire]

⋆ · 𖤓 · ⋆ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 ··· a collection of soup gone cold and blankets shared, the intimacy of being cared for when you are at your worst. genre: romance, hurt and comfort, soft angst, domestic.

You're burning up. Don't argue with me. Get back in bed.

I made soup. It's not great. Eat it anyway.

You should have called me the moment you started feeling like this.

Stop trying to get up. There is nothing on this earth that needs you upright right now.

I found three blankets and a hot water bottle. Pick your combination.

You look terrible. I mean that with so much love.

Let me take your temperature. Stop being difficult about the thermometer.

I cancelled everything. Don't apologize. I wanted to be here.

You fell asleep mid-sentence. I stayed anyway. I hope that's okay.

Drink the tea. Yes, all of it. I'll make more.

I've been checking on you every hour. You keep telling me to go home. I keep not going.

Your voice sounds awful. Rest it. We can talk tomorrow.

I'm not going anywhere. Stop thanking me for staying.

You hate being taken care of. I know. Do it for me anyway.

The fever broke. I don't think you know how relieved I am right now.

Sleep. I'll be right here. I'll wake you up if anything changes.

I brought your favourite thing from the place on the corner. Don't cry. Please don't cry.

You're a terrible patient and somehow I still want to be the one doing this.

I know you think you're being a burden. You are not a burden.

Let me sit with you. I don't need to talk. I just don't want you to be alone.

You tried to make your own tea and you could barely stand up. Sit down. I've got it.

I've seen you strong. This doesn't make you weak. It just makes you human.

You smell like fever and you still somehow look like everything to me.

Lay your head here. Right here. I've got nowhere I need to be.

I brought every movie you've ever mentioned. We have time.

You're mumbling in your sleep. I'm not going to tell you what you said.

I changed the sheets while you were in the shower. Don't make it weird.

You need to eat something real. I know you don't want to. Eat something real.

I've been sitting in this chair for four hours. I'd do it four more.

Stop apologizing for being sick. People get sick. Let me help you.

Your hands are cold. Give them here. I'll warm them up.

I found the medicine in the back of the cabinet. Take it. All of it. Don't negotiate.

You're not inconveniencing me. Taking care of you is exactly where I want to be.

I didn't know you got like this when you were sick. Softer. I like knowing this about you.

You asked for me. Out of everyone, you asked for me. I haven't stopped thinking about that.

The heating pad is on the lowest setting. Tell me if you need it warmer.

I'm not leaving until your temperature is normal. Make your peace with that.

You cried a little when the soup was too hot to eat yet. I pretended not to notice.

I've never seen you let anyone take care of you before. I'm honoured. I mean that.

Your hair is a mess. Can I? Is that okay? Let me just — there.

You keep saying you're fine every time I check and you are so obviously not fine.

This is the third night in a row. I'm not going anywhere. Stop looking at me like that.

You're delirious and still trying to be funny. It's working. Please stop, I'm worried about you.

I learned how to make your mother's recipe. It took three attempts. Don't tell her.

There's nowhere I'd rather be than right here, even like this. Especially like this.

You always take care of everyone else. Just this once, let someone take care of you.

I left the light on in the hall in case you woke up scared. I remember you mentioned that once.

I'm here. I've got you. Just rest. Everything else can wait.

[divinesought]

Vessel waits and listens PATIENTLY as the other makes various attempts at explain the reasoning behind what prompted the text message, only to practically stop himself each time and apologize for waking Vessel up. " Oh, stop that. I don't mind that you called. " The singer's words are precise, firm in trying to get through to Kris that he wasn't being a bother by trying to get in contact with them, even if it was late into the night. The FIRM tone however, did not mean that their sentiment wasn't gentle and genuinely backed with concern for the Fourth. " You want to talk about it then, your bad dream? " It's not like nightmares were anything unknown and unexperienced to Vessel, they've had plenty throughout their life. And although one may assume that they might not have any because they had access to the dreamscape with much more control in their hands now that they worshipped Sleep, that simply wasn't the case. Bad dreams still slipped into their mind, TORMENTED them and had them waking with panting breaths and their body shivering in a cold sweat. Where there existed light there would always be shadow. The universe needed its balance in one form or another.

" M'also here to just talk in general if you need the distraction. Whatever you need right now, mate. Promise you're not botherin' me. " Vessel speaks again, the grogginess less present now that they've had time to find some extra energy.

[tooxldtorememxer]

It is a known fact among them that their Fourth is in constant need of affirmation and confirmation. That he's in constant need of reassurance that he's liked or loved or seen otherwise, he turns into a sad mess and often spirals into being dramatic and a burden. At least that's how he feels because he knows how messed up it is to be upset and crying about not getting attention. Rejection is not something he handles well at all, and it's not because his parents doted on him as a child and he's acting out as an adult, or something he does on purpose just to get the attention he craves, because he's manipulative and some kind of a narcissist or something.. it's just the way he's always been and if he could change it he would. Once again, he pushes away the thought of the most obvious solution. Therapy.

"It was just... It's stupid," he sighs again, not sure if he wants Vessel to actually know how desperate he is and maybe start to avoid him at all costs, and things turning awkward when they meet or when they travel. Or maybe it's an opportunity created by Sleep to finally start getting his damn foot in and stop being so damn silly. III often teases him about it, and he believes II knows as well. Vessel knows, too, right? They have eyes...

'Mate', right. That still settles a large lump in his stomach. Maybe they don't know. "Right." he rubs his hand across his face, and he's sure Vessel will be able to hear how hard he swallows around that lump in his throat. "I just dreamt that you were too busy to hang out with me."

coward.

He's asked for dates, not just hangouts.

"Like - I kept asking and you were busy with II or III and the only day you were available, I was busy. And they were too busy too. With each other. I had to wait for weeks for an opening. You know... silly, right?" to him, it was the worst kind of nightmare possible, but saying it out loud, it sounded so minor and silly to be something he was so upset about, that he had to literally call somebody.

[kaddyssammlung]

[snug-gyu]

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