𝑝𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑒𝑎,

wolves are meant to be 𝙱𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴, aren't they?

[wulfmaed]

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would  you  believe  me  if  i  said that  predators  are  quiet?   you  never  die  when  you  think  you're  going  to.   one  day  you'll  hit  your  head   &   something  will  leak  out  and  you'll  think      –      oh,   so  this  is  what  death  is  like.   because  it's  never  what  you  think  it  is.   slow,   deafening.   one  blow  after  another.   your  teeth  will  never  be  straight  again. 

𝘍𝘙𝘖𝘔  𝘎𝘌𝘖𝘙𝘎𝘌  𝘙𝘙  𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘕'𝘚  𝘈  𝘚𝘖𝘕𝘎  𝘖𝘍  𝘐𝘊𝘌  𝘈𝘕𝘋  𝘍𝘐𝘙𝘌,   𝔖𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙰  𝔖𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙺.

[wulfmaed-archived]

sansa my beloved

[alienas]

COSTUME APPRECIATION Francesca Bridgerton, Bridgerton

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM SINNERS *  assorted dialogue from the 2025 film, adjust as necessary

i want you to promise right now.

i think that was the best day of my life.

was it like that for you?

you keep dancing with the devil... one day he's gonna follow you home.

drop the guitar, [name].

jump on the work. don't let the work jump on you.

if you don't mind, i'm gonna be late.

i've been working all week.

who are you, babe?

so tell me about chicago.

that's why we came back home.

figure we might as well deal with the devil we know.

don't move.

fuck that. it's gotta be tonight.

look at that sky.

you big enough to take me now, huh?

you keep your eyes open for anybody staring too long.

i'm gonna need you to come sit in this truck right here.

what can i do for you?

i'm trying to help you.

i was doing better before you shot me in the ass.

why are you paying for this?

how fast does this thing drive?

i can show you better than i can tell you.

i seen you somewhere before.

maybe i'll see you tonight.

don't look at her.

you know, i waited for you.

i am your way out.

there's some weird shit going on out here.

i'm married, by the way.

you told me you loved me.

i told you to stay the fuck away from me, too, but i guess you didn't hear that part, huh?

keep your voice down now.

remember falling asleep with your head on my chest, leaving in the middle of the night without a fucking word?

i drank it.

need you to give us a moment.

i'm gonna need you to show some respect.

i don't want your money.

you wanna make me say it?

i thought i could trust them, but they trying to kill me.

just don't let them hurt me no more.

have you seen anyone recently?

i don't think you should be here.

you making any money with that thing?

they hurt you?

so you'll kill for me.

why can't you just say that?

somebody take me in your arms tonight.

you're beautiful. i just want to taste you.

i think you're in the wrong place.

we'll be on our way.

you better enjoy the rest of the night.

i wish in my heart that we'd have met sooner.

we got us a problem.

best thing about me is you.

where the hell you been at?

i'm supposed to walk back?

can i at least get my money?

open up this door. let me outta here.

we're gonna find a way out of this, i promise.

you telling the truth?

they feel the same.

everything's gonna be all right now.

i'll see you soon.

sorry i couldn't keep you safe.

we are connected, you and i, to everything.

[wulfmaed-archived]

... tentatively, going to rb a meme here ... to maybe retrieve my sansa muse from the brink of death.

[wulfmaed-archived]

me logging in, seeing too many notifications because the non-rp blogs have reblogged one of my sad girl meme posts

[fanghoria]

i   bet   lilith   drug   her   tongue   along   the   rottenness    –    soil   of   your   torso,    below-mason-dixson   line   grime    .    you   hip-swinging   cadaver    ,    bag   of   osseous   matter   and   seersucker   love    ,    what   pagan   wasted   trucker   has   come   to   run   us   off   the   road    ?    in   smoked   out   foxholes   shall   the   lilith   repose    .    she   touches   herself    .    she   skins   off   her   clothes        –     brandi   nicole   martin,    from   “exit   music   (for   my   sweetheart   the   cheater)”

𝙰𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸-𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 , 𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝙼𝙾𝚆.

[fanghoria]

i   bet   lilith   drug   her   tongue   along   the   rottenness    –    soil   of   your   torso,    below-mason-dixson   line   grime    .    you   hip-swinging   cadaver    ,    bag   of   osseous   matter   and   seersucker   love    ,    what   pagan   wasted   trucker   has   come   to   run   us   off   the   road    ?    in   smoked   out   foxholes   shall   the   lilith   repose    .    she   touches   herself    .    she   skins   off   her   clothes        –     brandi   nicole   martin,    from   “exit   music   (for   my   sweetheart   the   cheater)”

𝙰𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸-𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 , 𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝙼𝙾𝚆.

[fanghoria]

i   bet   lilith   drug   her   tongue   along   the   rottenness    –    soil   of   your   torso,    below-mason-dixson   line   grime    .    you   hip-swinging   cadaver    ,    bag   of   osseous   matter   and   seersucker   love    ,    what   pagan   wasted   trucker   has   come   to   run   us   off   the   road    ?    in   smoked   out   foxholes   shall   the   lilith   repose    .    she   touches   herself    .    she   skins   off   her   clothes        –     brandi   nicole   martin,    from   “exit   music   (for   my   sweetheart   the   cheater)”

𝙰𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸-𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 , 𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝙼𝙾𝚆.

[fanghoria]

i   bet   lilith   drug   her   tongue   along   the   rottenness    –    soil   of   your   torso,    below-mason-dixson   line   grime    .    you   hip-swinging   cadaver    ,    bag   of   osseous   matter   and   seersucker   love    ,    what   pagan   wasted   trucker   has   come   to   run   us   off   the   road    ?    in   smoked   out   foxholes   shall   the   lilith   repose    .    she   touches   herself    .    she   skins   off   her   clothes        –     brandi   nicole   martin,    from   “exit   music   (for   my   sweetheart   the   cheater)”

𝙰𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸-𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 , 𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝙼𝙾𝚆.

[wulfmaed-archived]

:blinks: i know i haven't really been here but uh, i'm making a leeetle multimuse for non-asoiaf related everything so i can exist not here more

[wulfmaed-archived]

i stare into the void, i think about writing, i internally groan.

[wulfmaed-archived]

sansa 🤝🏻 me

[wulfmaed-archived]

[wulfmaed-archived]

marking this one down as factual information abt sansa, no i will not elaborate.

[wulfmaed-archived]

modern sansa edits , ∞

[lvscinvs-deactivated20260518]

𝐚𝐭  𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭  𝐈  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐨𝐟  𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟,  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐦𝐲  𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬,  𝐧𝐨  𝐠𝐨𝐝  𝐜𝐚𝐧  𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 ;  𝐈  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐨𝐟  𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐚  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐦𝐲  𝐨𝐰𝐧  𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ;  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐦𝐲  𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐢𝐭𝐬  𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬  𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 ;  𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥  𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤,  𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥  𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬,  𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥  𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭  𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤  𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐈  𝐚𝐦  𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 ;  𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐈  𝐚𝐦  𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭,  𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥  𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭  𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞  𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲  𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 , 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠  𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐠. 𝐫. 𝐫. 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 & 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐱'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 .  𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 .  𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 . 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐜 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 . 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞 . 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 .

𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤  𝐈  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐢𝐧  𝐚𝐥𝐥  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞,  𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤  𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲  𝐈  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭