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@zeitkeist1
a private multi-muse writing blog, adored by sena.
(i) guidelines. (ii) muse list. (iii) mains & exclusives. (iv) credits.
current interests : jujutsu kaisen, all for the game, chainsaw man.
blog roll: @infernocte , @isknvalj.
affiliated with: @feminiurge, @goetiya, @eterxeo.
this blog is now archived! find me in @zeitkeist !
idk why but. tumblr is eating all my fucking memes and asks. when friends send me memes, i receive nothing. when i send friends meems, they receive nothing. and my inbox says i have nothing in there while i know for a fact i have 65 asks sitting there lmao. what am i gonna do pls help
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.
y'all. entire turkiye is on fire. can we ever catch a goddamn break
bianca can read his face like a book. that's always been the case, but somehow especially now — especially here, when the emotions and stress of the past few months have seeped into his skin and drained his face of any color. he feels a combination of fear and frustration, panicked at the idea that he might lose bianca to a total misunderstanding, but also upset that his words and explanations aren't helping satiate the moment. instead, it seems to prolong the inevitable, and all the questions @zeitkeist posits are ones sebastian never wanted to answer in the first place.
"nothing's wrong." it's a big fat lie, and he knows it. even when she crowds into his space to take a look at his eyes, sebastian stares downward, almost glaring... frightened of her finding out the stress of his body. he's under duress due to his work as a hitman (both physical and emotional, all mangled into a painful cauldron, a stew), but he doesn't want to tell bianca about it. he doesn't want to open himself up to her judgement. maybe she'll walk away if he tells her the truth, and that's not what he wants. that's the last thing he wants.
"i'm not thriving." okay, there's more of the truth. sebastian holds both of her hands now. "not sure how you could ever imagine me thriving without you, because i don't. i simply can't. it's... complicated, bianca." when his eyes glance away, the muscles in his neck grow tense at the jerking motion. "i got myself wrapped up in something i shouldn't, and now i'm paying the price. it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with my bad decisions. please don't blame yourself."
it angers her, in all honesty. it angers her because of how much it wounds her, to have him stare right into her gilded gaze and have the audacity to lie right through his teeth, as if she is unable to recognize the deepened lines across his features, the stress weighing on him like a familiar boulder. it wounds her because it is not like him, to lie straight to her face - have they really grown so... distant from one another? it takes her a minute to find her composure, but it is all written in the clench of her jew, showing on her jugular. dark eyebrows furrow, stern jade staring him down. ' stop lying. ' comes the tone she never thought she would have to slip into with him, the loss of intimacy a great grief to be mourned later. ' do you think i'm stupid? do you think i don't understand when you lie to me? '
but then comes the half-assed confession. i got myself wrapped up in something i shouldn't. well, that's unlike him, too. sebastian she knows is nothing if not meticulous, a sharp strategist of risks & dangers. getting himself wrapped in things he could not slip right out of does not sound like him. maybe, a horrible thought, really, but maybe she does not know him as well as she thought. the thought of being so unfamiliar when she has opened all the rooms of her heart to him feels like a grasp on her throat, blocking the air out until her lungs burn. ' i want the truth. ' she says, plain and simple. ' you owe me that much. '
aki wraps his arms around her waist, kissing the back of her neck tenderly. they were cooking breakfast in the kitchen after a long night of work. he savoured this moment, her.
not the best cook in the world, but he knows that, just the same as he knows everything there is to know about her. it's the fruits of a decade worth of labor, hard-earned & saccharine. the morning lights are kind on her as she chops the nectarines, eggs already on the table, the steam of the teapot with a slight sizzle fogging up the windows of their kitchen. if she can pretend hard enough, she can almost visualize this as her life - instead of whatever the fuck it was the last night that made them crawl home bloody & bruised. the bandages on the back of her ribs pound with a dull sore, but she's willing to overlook that in the favor of her fantasy of a life spent with morning tea sipped in the kitchen table & aki's arms sliding around her waist.
' morning, sweetheart. ' she's murmuring, pleased and eased by the lazy mouth that drags itself against the nape of her neck, welcome as always. she leans into it, a creature of habit. one hand freed from the duties of the nectarines, she rinses it under the faucet before she reaches behind her shoulder, lukewarm droplets still gathered at the tips of her fingers as her hand finds aki's cheeks, stroking his cheekbone lovingly. ' didn't want to wake you up, you already didn't sleep well enough last night. ' she clarifies for her husband who will take the utmost offense at not being woken up for the breakfast preparing. diced nectarines off to the mustard yellow ceramic bowl, and her head tilts to let him kiss the length of her shoulder a bit too willingly. ' do you wanna' take the day off today with me? ' she finally pops the question she has been thinking about since the second she has opened her eyes that morning. ' we can stay home, get some rest. how do you feel about that? '
@ USYRPS: AEGON II TARGARYEN OF G.R.R. MARTIN'S FIRE AND BLOOD, INFLUENCED BY HOUSE OF THE DRAGON. AS CROWNED BY DOLL.
does she know what affect she has over him? easily swaying him into a false sense of security, drawing out that confidence that buzzes underneath his skin. denji feels himself tense as she reaches out toward him. distracting himself from the first instinct to flinch away from the touch, which is a lot easier when the alcohol does a lot of the thinking for him. how those eyes of hers feel like they could slice him in half if she looked at him the wrong way. his breath caught in the back of his throat, lost in the moment of her fingers betwix his hair, and if he had a drink or two more in him, he may have leaned in to do something stupid. thankfully, she stops him time, pressing the dried leaf against his chest. the sigh of disappointment that passes from his lips is quickly hidden as one of betrayal. his own hand comes up, slipping the leaf out from its place between fingertip and shirt.
‟ what would i do without you. ” not a real question, a poorly hidden drawl of flirtation. the leaf is crushed into his palm as he drops his hand back to his side. as much as he tries his best to play into this suave, easily-able-to-talk-to-women role he is trying to carve out for himself, it is so clearly not the person denji really is. which is why when she questions him, he feels himself stumbling over the idea. damn it, denji! you were so close! no, he can do this, he can bring it back. ‟ well, you know, i wouldn't want you to go home and be alone. come, hang out with the rest of the gang for a little bit longer. ”
the disappointment that passes the honeycomb eyes is almost reflected in hers, when he stares at her mouth a second too long. it would have been so easy. the barely existing gap shifting into a point zero and all he had to do would have been to kiss her senseless - he doesn't. what a shame. it was a kind of night she'd wished to be kissed in. the question makes her break into a pleased smile, simply leaning back until her back rests against the cold & damp brick wall. the street light above them flickers, and she can almost taste the rain that's going to be pouring in a while.
' be miserable, i assume. you're welcome.' is a shameless response to his what would i do without you? idle, lazy hands skim over the pockets of her suit, a single cigarette taken out of the pack that presses crumbled against her thigh. the offer that still stands pull her smile into a lopsided grin, her cigarette dangling from her mouth as she searches herself for a lighter that she knows she has for a fact. ' aki took my light, i think. ' maybe, maybe not. still, she stares up, switching the cigarette between her fingers. ' you wouldn't happen to have a light on you, would you? '
the night is growing old, a candle dwindling down to its final legs, yet the happiness between the colleagues has not come to any of the same end. they are all still laughs, bellies full of cheap beer and delicious eats. denji has a feeling spread across his chest that he isn't sure he has felt before. belonging? is this what it feels like to be among peers? it is warm, and welcoming, and kind. he could definitely get used to this kind of behaviour. however, when power falls back off her chair from laughing too hard, it seems like the group has had enough fun for one night.
as they brace themselves for the nippy air outside, denji is helping aki with herding power in the right direction when he feels something warm against his skin. confusion, it is harsh in the lines of his face as she spins around to find the cause. eyes shift down to where bianca's fingers are gently grasped around his wrist.
grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving. @zeitkeist
‟ what, do you need my help, too? ” there is a teasing tone to his voice, as they're stopped just outside the exit. aki and power walk on ahead, to find a ride home. denji leans his shoulder up against the brick wall beside them, looking down toward her. there is an unusual confidence brewing underneath his words, surely led on by the alcohol. ‟ you wanna come home with us? i'm sure you can find a place to crash. ”
fast enough to catch the falling girl but not fast enough to stop the chair from colliding with the floor in a loud thud, bianca yanks power up by the nape of her neck like a kitten & let her find her balance. ' alright, there you go. ' perhaps that was the indicator of their night of laughters coming to an end nobody seemed particularly looking forward to. the pub was warm in high contrast against the winter cold that drummed lightly against the tall & arched windows of the ancient place, the alcohol left pink hues on their sore cheeks. it was a rare sight, everyone to be so happy among one another, a day left unmarked by sorrow and grief.
it is after the hassle of paying their tab on their way out, aki following after power and mumbling his grievances about the fiend that just won't listen, that leaves her alone with the blond idiot. the blond idiot of hers, that seems, to deal with. she could not tell you what was it that made bony fingers slide around his wrist by the alleyway, the warmth of it surpassing any sort of answer she should have prepared against the questions she is bound to face when denji returns to her. wide-eyed, confused, yet quick to shrug it off with a lop-sided grin, denji leans against the wall and drinks her in. denji was many things, but a shy was not one of them.
wanna come home with us? he asks, and bianca responds with a grin of hers, smile lines deepening across her hollow cheeks. the empty hand rises between them, to brush against his hair. the light strands are soft against her fingertips as bianca threads them through with a a slow exhale, only to come to a halt when she finds what caught her attention in the back of his head, jade eyes not leaving his gaze once. the breathing is held between them, an impossible moment stretching for eternity before she slowly pulls with a bay leaf tucked between her index and middle finger. ' power had been tucking these in your head all night. ' she murmurs, pleased as she presses the leaf to his sternum. ' just looking out for you. ' she drags out, tone honeyed & silvery. her gaze searches his face with an amused, faux pout. ' want me to come home with you? adorable. '
"Alright, well come upstairs when you're ready," Achilles says. He presses a kiss to the top of her head before he goes upstairs. He sorts through Briseis' dresser and grabs a pair of sweatpants, tossing them on the bed before he opens her wardrobe in search of a shirt or sweater. About a third of it is clothes she's 'borrowed' from Achilles or Patroclus, and he shakes his head with amusement as he sorts through it.
"Yeah, they're in the bathroom cabinet, hang on." Achilles pulls out one of Patroclus' college sweaters and brings that and the sweatpants over to Bianca. "Those are for you. Bathroom is here--" He crosses the hall and enters the bathroom, opening the cabinet where Briseis keeps her makeup and all of them keep their facial scrubs and products. "Use anything you'd like and take your time. I'll get some food for us and you can come downstairs whenever you're ready."
it's strange and serene in the same breath, getting dressed in a bathroom that is not hers into clothes that is not hers, slowly cleaning the remnants of her misery of a night from her face. the kiss atop her head was calming indeed, leaving her in need of consolation when she pads down the stairs in a green silently. she hears him from the kitchen, with the sound of pans and pots. only then she realizes how she had not eaten anything that night, too nauseous to have taken a bite out of anything. ' anything i can help with? ' she asks, taking a sneak peak into the kitchen by extending her head behind the doorframe, staring up him. ' let me do something. hate to feel useless. '
Achilles shakes his head. "They're not here tonight," he says as he shuts the door of the apartment behind them. "Patroclus has a work trip and took Briseis with him as his date. They'll be back on Monday." There's a softness to his expression, a fondness for the two of them that he makes no effort to hide. They're beautiful people, wonderful and seamless as a pair.
He kicks off his shoes by the door and hangs up his suit jacket. "Let me get you some clothes," he says. "Do you want a drink? I can make tea, or we've got water, soda...."
not here, achilles clears, and bianca doesn't know if she's relieved to have not bothered them or disappointed that she'll be missing their warmth. the household is always nauseatingly welcoming and loving, it's hard to imagine it without them in it. still, she leaves her shoes by the door along achilles, taking her earrings off with an exhausted sigh. ' it's okay, i'll just get myself some water. ' she murmurs, not wanting to demand more of the man who had been kind enough to look after her the way he did. achilles is one of the best things that has ever happened to her and there is not a day she takes it granted.
she's follows him up the stairs. ' does briseis have a makeup cleanser? ' she asks, resting against the doorframe as achilles rummages through briseis' wardrobe.
yuta okkotsu the MAN you are. gnawing at the bars of my enclosure over him
"Of course it is," Achilles says. He pulls the car into a parking spot in front of the building. "They won't mind." When have they ever? Achilles turns off the car and gets out, walking around to open Bianca's door for her. She doesn't need him to, no, but it seems the gentlemanly thing to do.
"You're not uninvited. I invited you."
briseis and patroclus are too nice to say anything about it, and it is that kindness that feels wrong for bianca to disturb. they have a beautiful home, a beautiful love. sometimes it makes her bones ache, when she catches a glimpse of briseis glowing with a joke patroclus makes with the yummy smell of freshly baked pasta. it feels serene to exist in those moments, and it feels like carrying a contagious disease, the mood she brings here. it feels ungrateful.
her door opens, and she offers the man a thankful glance as she wears her shoes again without tying them up properly, holding onto achilles' hand to rise from her seat. the weather is cold, but it is warm inside the apartment and it feels just as bianca remembers it. dim lighted. briseis' crocheted, colorful blankets sprawled over the couch. the blue hues of the fish tank in the living room. but no sight of briseis and patroclus. ' do you think they are asleep? ' she whispers to achilles, walking silently.
she finds herself standing in the alley tucked behind a small warehouse. normally, this would have been a solo job and she would have already been on her way home, making sure to go through the papers she has printed out for her research, but she had received an order to wait for @zeitkeist. and while shams doesn't necessarily take on missions anymore like sorcerers usually do, she has found herself agreeing this time, due to the fact that this mission might get her just a little closer to her innate technique. sharp, brown eyes scan the alley before her, but to her dismay, it remains empty— disquietingly so. her eyes drop down to follow the large hand of her watch as yet another minute ticks by. she knows how to be patient whether the circumstances call for it or not, but that wasn't the problem. the issue was that she hasn't actually seen bianca in years, not after the incident that almost caused her death.
it was nothing but painful, really. they had been partners for quite a good time, now that she thinks of it, and she wonders how this entire scene will unfold. nothing has ever gone back to the way it used to for her and she has a hunch that this won't either. is it so terrible of her to feel hopeful? as soon as she thinks that very thought, a sudden screech of tires at the opposite end of the alley makes her stomach flip. she looks up just in time to see the car stop to a halt. the passenger door flings open and she sees two feet connecting with the pavement before she looks up at the person coming out now. `` bianca. `` she lets out a breath. `` it's been quite some time. `` she stops herself from asking how she has been, from pondering whether she knows about the details of the mission, from saying literally anything as if there's a lump in her throat she can't get rid of, so she simply places her gaze unto the other and waits.
sweaty palms and exhales that are a tad bit too controlled. her pulse pounds in her ears like a wardrum and it feels ridiculous. her own memory had betrayed her, haunted by a pair of dreadful doe eyes that looked up at her in dust & rubbles for years now. tough luck, sorcerers lost more than just their techniques and their cursed energy in their missions - shams had been fortunate to survive what she had survived, however, the guilt of it all gnaws through her bones like a starving hellhound. the ground slipped from underneath their mortal feet that day and earth broke open just to draw a rift between them none could cross. bianca has grown accustomed to the taste of bitterness & anger at the roof of her mouth. they had been good at it, too. perhaps it is not the memory of the whimpering, perhaps it is the memory of the laughters that they shared that keeps ringing in her ears from somewhere she cannot reach. despite the dark times their community had endured, some sort of solace was to be found in their camaraderie.
the absence of shams was akin to a loss of a limb in ways she would never admit to herself, too proud & too unstable to commit to the idea of having cared that deeply. and it is all she can think of when the car comes to a halt, and ijichi stares at her from the driver's seat. she holds his gaze for a moment, as if quietly asking if she must really go through with his, and ijichi silently responds by unlocking the passenger door. the glance she gives him in return is not her kindest one.
the heel of her platform boots connect with the asphalt road first, in the middle of nowhere. there is dust in the wind, blinking a few times reflexively before her gaze catches the woman in waiting. same doe eyes. same dreadful feeling in her gut. same shame & guilt nibbling on her ribs. she walks slowly, each step a statement with a thud. ' shams. ' she greets the woman, having said her name out loud feels so foreign and so familiar at the same time. the feeble smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth does not reach her eyes. ' long time no see, indeed. ' bold of her to say, in truth. the phone went two ways, after all. ' apologies for keeping you waiting. ijichi is still a horrible driver. ' a pause. ' i had a briefing on my way here in the car but i value your input more. what's the situation? '
“I’ll take it easy if you promise to, too.” achilles/bianca
taking it easy, he says, but the frustration in her won't have it. wriggling out of the headlock achilles has her in, it takes a blink of an eye for her to hook an ankle behind his knee and pull with all her strength, taking the man down alongside herself. skin slick with sweat, raven strands damp against her forehead and the look in her jade eyes is near animalistic. achilles is only looking out for her, she knows. he is only holding back on her, and she knows he would rather eat his hand than land an actual blow on her. but her gums are itching that night. the ring is quiet. ' i promise i won't. ' she breathes out, panting, her knee against achilles' chest. ' i know you're not this weak, achilles. '
"Mhm. Nothing to talk about." Achilles' tone is gentle, but makes it clear he doesn't believe her in the slightest. This doesn't happen for no reason. But Bianca wants time, whether she can understand it or not. Achilles is patient; he can wait.
He shrugs. "Better me than someone else," he says. "You don't have to say you needed me." He knows she did. He turns the car onto his street. "You can borrow some of Bris' clothes so you're not in that dress all night. 'Kay?"
she averts his gaze, because they know each other a bit too well to be dancing around it. achilles knows the bones of her, however is tolerant enough to let it go this time for the time being when she dismisses it. truth be told, she does not know either - where this wretched feeling emerged from, and she is too nervous to open the can of worms and take a delve into what might have happened during the gala that drew such an intense reaction out of her. it's not something she necessarily wants to know.
the street is familiar, she has visited a thousand times by now, the apartment he shares with patroclus and briseis. the suggestion has her half-nodding. ' are you sure this is okay? ' she asks, teeth nibbling her chapped lip. ' i don't wanna cause a hassle for them. i hate to drop by uninvited. '
