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[wristful]

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀 !

independent captain francis crozier of the doomed antarctic expedition to find the north passage from the novel The Terror ; loosely based on the first season of the amc show of the same name . 21+ . PST . written by miska .

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white oleander, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from white oleander by janet fitch.

you must be so brave. how can you stand it?

you're never where you are. you're only inside your head.

i would have shown you if you would have asked.

you're so boring, i don't even recognize you.

sometimes i just don't know what goes on in your head.

it doesn't really exist. it's an illusion.

why do you always have to tell the truth?

certain people should always be lied to.

i don't think people should fool around with things they don't believe in.

i would have thought you'd outgrown fairytales.

never drink. it just makes things worse.

do i embarrass you?

nothing lasts. don't you know that by now?

take my advice. stay away from all broken people.

tell me, baby, what is the worst thing?

stay with me, promise. don't leave.

you never know when help might come.

sometimes attention hurts more than it helps.

i don't let anyone touch me.

doesn't anything matter to you?

don't touch my stuff or i'll kill you.

we are the free birds. they want to be us.

you think i'd look good blond?

school sucks. why don't you blow it off?

the pain we cannot bear will kill us outright.

i only looked away for a moment.

just because a poet said something doesn't mean it's true, only that it sounds good.

sometimes i wish you were dead, so i would know you were safe.

i don't know how to believe my own lies.

we're not everybody. we're not even remotely like everybody.

you ever wonder why people get out of bed in the morning? why do they bother?

what could you possibly have to say to me?

we get all the bad dreams. we got to leave some for somebody else.

you're still such a child, aren't you?

it was a mistake, maybe, but not an accident.

fatherhood is a sentimental myth, like valentine's day.

don't turn over rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.

the past is still happening. it never stopped.

don't ask me why i left. ask me why i came back.

you're like a bomb site. you frighten me.

i wanted you to hurt the way i did.

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white oleander, pt. 1.

dialogue prompts from white oleander by janet fitch.

i never sleep.

don't forget who you are.

it's a traitor's moon.

dawn has a way of casting a pall on any night magic.

what are you reading these days?

that jacket is so ugly i can't even look at you.

my hatred gives me strength.

i can read your mind. i know every move you make.

i know your future, and it doesn't look good.

i almost feel sorry for you, but not quite.

you don't know what i can do.

fear tastes just like champagne. cold and crisp and absolutely without sweetness.

i'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love.

love humiliates you, but hatred cradles you.

i'd keep you if i could.

you see a lot.

you've got the sin virus in your blood.

see you in the morning. don't close the window.

wherever you go, write to me. write at least once a week.

have you ever heard me calling, felt my presence in your room?

you never could sleep.

tell me more about yourself. i want to know everything about you.

don't even think of trying to redeem me.

the good don't get a better break than anybody else.

you always were a bad influence.

if you leave, you are never coming back.

i can't do all this by myself.

you were my home.

there is no one else in the world but you and me. don't you know that?

nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.

it's one thing to hope, but if you don't take care of yourself in the present, you won't survive.

admire the skill of a fellow magician, but never fall under his spell.

i'd like to know you.

you've always had a good head on your shoulders.

you would have been a good secret agent.

life should always be like this.

i hate crowds. i'm always afraid i'm going to be crushed.

you'll latch yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention, won't you?

no point in trying to be brave.

you got something to drink? i want to get really drunk.

next time i'll send you a postcard. how's that?

i don't want things. i just want to feel like someone gives a shit.

what was the best day of your life?

tell me the truth. i won't be upset.

can't you see how ugly i am?

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PROMPTS FROM BODY HEAT 🔥 *  assorted dialogue from the 1981 film, adjust as necessary

my god, it's hot.

i want you with me.

i got a serious question for you. what the fuck are you doing?

i have to be with you.

i've lived so much of my life with nothing.

i'm going to make it up to you tonight, but you must behave.

you and me. your body near mine, close. i'm not right when you're not with me. i get the shakes.

i wouldn't mind having breakfast.

you've had your fun.

don't test my patience for even five more minutes.

i think i've underestimated you. i don't know why it took me so long.

this is beneath even you.

i would have gladly come to the house.

i'm not looking for company.

you're not too smart, are you? i like that in a man.

how about i buy you a drink?

i would have noticed you.

me? i need tending. i need someone to take care of me. rub my tired muscles. smooth out my sheets.

i just need it for tonight.

i asked you not to talk about the heat.

you don't want to lick it?

look who's here. isn't this a coincidence?

do i remind you of hot air?

i'm not that eager.

how'd you know i drink?

you shouldn't have come. you're going to be disappointed.

you must come here a lot.

maybe you shouldn't dress like that.

i don't like my body much. it's never been right.

sometimes... i don't know. i get so sick of everything. i'm not sure i care anymore. do you know what i mean?

i'm not looking for trouble.

i mean it. i like you. but my life is complicated enough.

i think you should go now.

i don't think you want me to go.

there's nothing to be afraid of.

you're not so tough after all, are you?

i didn't want this to happen. but i didn't try hard enough to stop it... because i wanted you.

i wanted you here, like this. this is bad for me.

now nothing's going to be the same anymore.

jesus, i think you're right. you better be on the bottom.

no one must know. promise me, [name]. no one.

hey, wanna make love?

what do you take me for?

don't you like it?

i want to be in bed.

is that all you ever think about?

you've never been shy about that stuff.

please don't say it if you don't mean it.

tell me the truth, please. i'll understand. i swear to you.

from now on, when it starts coming down on you... i'll be there to protect you.

come to me.

it scares me to talk about these things.

that's what you want, isn't it?

maybe you should let me do it for you.

that's the way it is. there's nothing we can do about it.

i'm going downstairs. do you want anything?

all that matters is we're together.

no, darling. don't talk that way.

get the hell out of here and don't come back.

i don't blame you for thinking i'm bad.

you must believe one thing. i love you. i love you and need you. i want to be with you forever.

you imagined it.

i tried to make it up to you.

is there something wrong with your phone?

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🌶️ smutty starter prompts

🔞 adults-only prompts for spicy interactions. content warnings for bd/sm kinks, rough kinks, bodily fluids, etc. nsft below! all prompts are written under the context of mutual consent.

( wash ) - our muses have sex in a shower ( splash ) - our muses have sex in a bath ( cramped ) - our muses have sex in a closet ( auto ) - our muses have sex in a car ( cook ) - our muses have sex in a kitchen ( camp ) - our muses have sex in a tent ( fly ) - our muses have sex on an airplane ( tracks ) - our muses have sex on a train ( float ) - our muses have sex on a boat ( luxury ) - our muses have sex in the back of a limousine ( sand ) - our muses have sex on a beach ( desk ) - our muses have sex in an office ( glass ) - our muses have sex next to an open window ( stare ) - our muses have sex in front of someone else ( trees ) - our muses have sex in a wooded area ( skyline ) - our muses have sex on the roof of a building ( up ) - our muses have sex on a balcony ( dress ) - our muses have sex in a fitting room ( record ) - our muses make a sex tape together ( join ) - our muses engage in mutual masturbation ( fabric ) - our muses have sex while clothed ( tug ) - my muse pulls your muse's hair ( pull ) - your muse pulls my muse's hair ( close ) - my muse edges your muse ( cliff ) - your muse edges my muse ( smooth ) - my muse gives your muse a massage ( relax ) - your muse gives my muse a massage ( fixation ) - my muse worships your muse's body ( worship ) - your muse worships my muse's body ( ogle ) - my muse watches your muse masturbate ( witness ) - your muse watches my muse masturbate ( rub ) - my muse gives your muse a handjob ( stroke ) - your muse gives my muse a handjob ( oxygen ) - my muse chokes your muse ( tighten ) - your muse chokes my muse ( rope ) - my muse ties your muse up ( restraint ) - your muse ties my muse up ( cuffed ) - my muse handcuffs your muse ( clipped ) - your muse handcuffs my muse ( sit ) - my muse sits on your muse's face ( seat ) - your muse sits on my muse's face ( lick ) - my muse performs oral sex on your muse ( suck ) - your muse performs oral sex on my muse ( smack ) - my muse spanks your muse ( spank ) - your muse spanks my muse ( heat ) - my muse drips hot wax on your muse ( drip ) - your muse drips hot wax on my muse ( hungry ) - my muse licks food off of your muse ( taste ) - your muse licks food off of my muse ( claim ) - my muse puts a collar on your muse ( territory ) - your muse puts a collar on my muse ( edge ) - my muse holds a knife to your muse ( blade ) - your muse holds a knife to my muse ( rough ) - my muse facefucks your muse ( thrust ) - your muse facefucks my muse ( teeth ) - my muse bites your muse ( chomp ) - your muse bites my muse ( pet ) - my muse is your muse's pet for petplay ( tail ) - your muse is my muse's pet for petplay ( pour ) - my muse gives your muse a golden shower ( wet ) - your muse gives my muse a golden shower ( accident ) - my muse wets themselves in front of your muse ( mistake ) - your muse wets themselves in front of my muse ( mouth ) - my muse spits on your muse ( tongue ) - your muse spits on my muse ( swallow ) - my muse swallows your muse's cum ( mouthful ) - your muse swallows my muse's cum ( splat ) - my muse cums on your muse's face ( face ) - your muse cums on my muse's face

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he nods and holds out his hand, a waggle of his fingers and the sly creep of his signature smile - that one, the one that always got aunt jo to forgive whatever transgression he's managed to get caught committing, the one that had the cops on bleeker telling him to have a good night when he got caught joyriding, the one that had his parents forgiving every detention. "what i do best."

(he's never exactly on the grid per se. since will stopped paying for his phone, it's barely ever on and barely ever connected. he makes do.) "i got a new place we can go after. buddy of mine rents it out but there's nobody there right now."

Baby. Baby. Baby.

It hangs in the air. Baby. Baby. Baby.

It meant nothing to him, that phrase, but it means everything to them. Is the thing.

"I can walk," they insist, wanting to be easygoing. They pull on shoes and their jacket. "I wouldn't say this if I couldn't." Even though they should be weak and exhausted and worn out, even though walking 40 blocks means time spent not getting high, and that's fucking agony once you've already decided to get high.

"No pictures. No texts. We're off the grid."

#vitalphenomena #INT. STEVEN DANVERS.

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"don't be so fucking naive, alex," will snaps, patience worn thin by the deadly combination of his idiot baby brother and the endless stream of dumbasses willing to go to bat for him.

"stevie can't tie his own shoelaces without needing to have his hand held -- we all understand him just fucking fine. he's a loser and a moron and a junkie. that's all he's ever going to be and we can stand here and argue about it until we're blue in the face, but it's way past due for you to realise what you're wasting your time on. he's feeding on you. that's all this is -- money, time, resources."

@wristful // will said: Girls your age know better.

"First of all, not a girl." A secret third thing, different from their sibling Theo's secret third thing, but a secret third thing all the same.

It all seems so irrelevant, though, to Will's greater point — that Alex should know better than to engage in this cruel, casual recklessness. Still, Alex refuses to be lectured.

"He's not a bad person. None of you understand him, is the thing. And maybe if you bothered to, he would be different."

#vitalphenomena #INT. WILLIAM DANVERS.

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VAMPIRE.

vampire lyrics meme.

Hate to give the satisfaction

How's the castle built off people you pretend to care about?

Look at you, cool guy, you got it

I see the parties and the diamonds sometimes when I close my eyes

Six months of torture you sold as some forbidden paradise

I loved you truly

Gotta laugh at the stupidity

'Cause I've made some real big mistakes

'Cause I've made some real big mistakes but you make the worst one look fine

I should've known it was strange

I used to think I was smart

I used to think I was smart, but you made me look so naive

You sunk your teeth into me

Bloodsucker

Bleedin' me dry, like a goddamn vampire

Every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news

You called them crazy, God

I hate the way I called them crazy too

You're so convincing

How do you lie without flinching?

what a fucked-up little thrill

Can't figure out just how you do it

Can't figure out just how you do it, and God knows I never will

'Girls your age know better

You said it was true love, but wouldn't that be hard?

You said it was true love,

You can't love anyone, 'cause that would mean you had a heart

I tried you help you out, now I know that I can't

how you think's the kind of thing I'll never understand

#MEME.

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fucking jackpot. "i know you're always fresh to hang, baby, let's get the fuck out of here." the nurses really are eyeing him now and one looks ready to come up to him, mouth already half open to say the words 'you can't be here' but it's too late. they're already up and our of their seats. (because when stevie has a bad impulse, alex is usually right there behind him. the two of them in their own little wasting world and it doesn't seem so hard to take the steps together than it does to take them apart.)

he waits for them near the automatic doors, squirrelled away to a corner. "got zero cab fare, but they're new joint is like. forty blocks from here. you good to walk it?"

Theo isn't the boss of them. But somebody else besides Alex should be in charge, here, of this. Right?

And is Stevie Danvers really going to be that person? Is Alex really going to let that happen?

Fuck Ez. Fuck Theo. Alex should be resentful, should swat at Stevie and tell them that's too far, stop it, calm down. (As if Alex could ever do that to Stevie and mean it; they are constantly behind him, laughing, egging him on. And now, Alex is just thinking about a little boost and how empowering it is to just say fuck you to everybody else.

They stand abruptly.

"Let me get my shoes."

#vitalphenomena #INT. STEVEN DANVERS.

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it's cruel, it's cruel, it's cruel. but the buzzing in his brain is getting louder and louder with every second they waste fucking around in this stupid hospital with this idiotic do-gooders convinced there's anything wrong with just wanting to have a good time. with wanting to feel something for once, of wanting to live and not just survive. why should anybody be punished for just wanting to live their goddamn lives the way they want?

"theo isn't the fucking boss of you -- it's totally not fucking fair. just think about it. alright? what's the worst that's gonna happen? we go see those guys and get a little boost for our night, have a good time and come back here, good as new, nobody gets hurt, nobody freaks out. it's just a good time." he wipes at the cold shiver of sweat running along his temple. "fuck ez. fuck theo. let's go have a good time."

"My mom is a fucking bitch," Alex says as if just now realizing it. And they don't correct Stevie or feel bad or defend their mother or anything. She isn't here, and she's furious with Alex, for all of this, for everything Alex has ever done. "But if Ez hears you say that, or hears me say that, suddenly we're the worst fucking people in the world. As if that's fair at all."

Well, they did just call their mom a bitch. So.

"I just don't know if it's a good idea right now. I'm supposed to be — everybody knows now. Theo's never going to let me look at a bottle of vodka again. As if that's fair at all, either."

#vitalphenomena #INT. STEVEN DANVERS.

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these should fit you. / will

will is only slightly skeptical given that roman (he assumes they belong to roman but he isn't actually sure what room jo retrieved the clothes from) is nearly a foot taller than him but the t-shirt actually isn't that far off - the sweater pants have to be cuffed, which is only slightly humiliating. in the end, he looks like a kid playing dress up. but at least he's comfortable for the first time since his first flight was delayed.

mom and dad are in cabo; charlee and sasha are on a baby-moon south of the border and stevie is...wherever stevie is. so when will lands in new york for what he expects and hopes to be a largely uneventful christmas, there's a logical choice for a place to crash. (should have asked izzy - but octavia lives there too now. could have asked ridley - but they haven't spoken in weeks and it feels like there's just too much tension in the air to crash for three days.)

"thanks, jo, i appreciate the loan." he says, a little sorry looking. "i'll call delta in the morning, try and unfuck this holiday season."

#ruinaa #INT. WILLIAM DANVERS.

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"you're mom is a fucking bitch," he blurts it out because right now he's low on filters and rounds off his shoulders; itches at his forehead and behind his ear and the back of his neck and his palms. "i like you. i think you're likeable."

that's mostly true? alex is a good time. alex parties and that's his gauge right now -- can they tolerate being around him, are they scared to leave him alone in a room with anything worth more than thirty dollars? charlee isn't talking to him. ellie talks to him but only via text and only if she's not with anybody looking over her shoulder at her messages. mable lets him crash on her couch but doesn't ever stop him leaving.

"so her opinion doesn't count for shit."

Alex snorts.Likeable.

"Now I know you're just saying shit to get me to do what you want. Nobody likes me unless — you know." Unless they're trying to see Alex's tits and fuck them, as far as Alex themself is concerned. They look at the ground, their feet clad in grippy socks.

"Not even my own mother likes me. In fact, I think right now, she completely hates me."

#vitalphenomena #just two deeply unlikeable adults! #INT. STEVEN DANVERS.

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he's fucking itchy all over. it's this place. it's the buzzing and beeping and the footsteps and the swooshing of scrubs and squeaking crocs and god so many fucking clipboards. how does alex live like this? stevie itches behind his ear and doesn't really give a fuck about the honda civic he may or may not have wrecked on purpose.

"they deserved it. they should have paid me." he scrubs at his eyes. "they'll be nice. like. as nice as they can be. you're -- y'know. likeable." no they aren't but stevie knows he's less likely to be gutted or catch an ass whooping with a witness.

@wristful // stevie (x)

They don't know how to calm him down — wish they did, wish they could. They want to be competent and collected and serene. They want to make everything better for Stevie, but the only people who can help them now are themselves, not each other.

"You shouldn't have done that to their car," Alex says primly, like they have any room to fucking talk, like they haven't driven drunk and reckless and high on painkillers. Like it isn't a literal miracle they're here to talk to Stevie. "Besides, what if they aren't even nice to me? What if they don't like me?"

#vitalphenomena

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how long has this been going on? / stevie

there's a fuzz to the world, a soft dull haze that makes everything beautiful - y'know the kind of blurry, zoomed out technique where all the lights look like big bright circles? what's that called again? stevie searches for the word and comes up blank and tries to focus on the swimmy-wash out version of natasha in front of him. she says words but they're distant and it takes a second to understand. how long has this been going on?

depends what you mean by this. do you mean the flophouse he's sprawled in, a desperately sad couch underneath him with exhausted springs and moth eaten rotted upholstery? do you mean the belt around his bicep, or the not quite fresh but not worn off chemical reaction happening in his brain right now? what do you mean natasha? what do you mean.

"it's all good, baby. it's all good." who is she again? who is he again? he's got so much else going on right now. what kind of pattern in the ceiling is that?

#vlyuvdova

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I like it better here. It's nice here. - Stevie Alex

his knee jogs a hundred miles a minute, the thin sheen of sweat starting to glisten in the harsh overhead lighting. alex talks but nothing permeates the haze as stevie looks over his shoulder, twisting in the uncomfortable plastic chair, nervous as though someone or something is following him; when he turns back, he feels sticky and sore. "that's great. it's great, i'm-- happy you're happy." one of the nurses eyes him warily and leans over to say something to the orderly who is looking in their direction too. time to go. if he stays any longer, they'll collar him before he even gets to the door no doubt.

"you really sure you're not coming with me? could really use your help downtown, y'know, bobby and mal are still pretty bent out of shape about what i did to their car that one time. so, y'know, having you with is. like. a good thing. protection, right, huh?" he tries to grin but it's broken, crooked, the sweet shine worn away by a hard days night of narcotics.

#vitalphenomena

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i thought i knew you. / ellie and stevie

you do know me! sometimes it feels as though you're the only person in the world who knows me! and by you, he means her and andrew, who have become melded into one unit in his brain, as solid as cement weighing down on his conscience. every time he does something he knows he shouldn't, his brain supplies they won't like this unhelpfully. right now he's doing something he shouldn't. has done something he shouldn't. stealing roman's laptop was not the smartest idea he's ever had and it's caused round after round of arguments with the revolving door of family members. he was going to replace it. he swears down, blue in the face, he was going to replace it.

(but phil and carol have started locking up their valuables; will knows better than to leave him alone in a room with an ipad. aunt jo still trusts with the hopeful optimism of someone who thinks it'll all 'settle down eventually'. he'll figure it out, stevie heard her consoling his mother one night. look at ridley.)

"this is just a misunderstanding, ells-bells," he says warmly, kindly, pupils blown wide and limbs loose. even outside on the back porch he can still hear arguing - josephine and phil tearing chunks out of one another - and ellie is looking at him in a way she hasn't really ever looked at him before. "this is just an overreaction."

#int. steven danvers. #ruinaa #yeehaw!

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the boatman's daughter.

dialogue prompts from the boatman's daughter by andy davidson.

i'll be back. i promise.

you're going to die tonight. this is your death.

i'm only __. i don't want to die.

what are you willing to do? where's the end of it?

you robbed me of so much.

i like the way you smell.

what happened out there that night?

i will catch you. i will keep you. i will never let you go.

you're not sleeping. you want to talk about it?

life is a series of ceaseless struggles against ceaseless currents.

bad dreams are just bits of stories.

when stories don't make sense, they scare us. you have to fit the pieces together.

what's the worst thing anyone ever did to you?

there are places we belong and places we don't.

i don't care about belief. i care about trust.

what's your real name?

put your head in my lap.

give me your hand.

no matter what, do not turn around.

has the hour finally come?

these should fit you.

you're safe now. do you understand?

you won't like the way it ends.

i dreamed of you.

i drew your picture.

never tell secrets without a drink.

i was a girl once, too.

like you, i have known sorrows so great there are no words to account for them.

there are things you cannot bait a hook to catch.

we have no time for regrets now.

all of us come from cracked eggs and nests of thorns.

we are the choices we make.

go. there is no shelter here.

yours is a heart stowing secrets.

keep your eyes on me, and tell me what you know.

i can't not help you.

you'd kill me, if you could.

i need to know you won't get in my way.

we've served evil men long enough. it's about time we served something else.

i came to see what all the fuss is about.

how long has this been going on?

i like your world so much.

we should've been friends.

what are you scared of? is it me?

i'm here now. i found you.

sometimes it keeps us safe, not knowing the truth.

the land will tell you a story.

we have the keys. why don't we just go?

i know you. you're dead.

we're getting near the end.

i like it better here. it's nice here.

it's okay. i'm taking you out of here.

you don't need a name.

i thought i knew you.

how unworthy i proved.

#MEME