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[writeshorror]

nonverbal memes

add + to reverse who does the action

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention  [ sleep ] for your muse to wake mine  [ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket  [ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.  [ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning  [ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair  [ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair  [ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine  [ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room  [ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer  [ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger  [ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s [ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying  [ eat ]  for your muse to offer mine food [ hit ] for your muse to attack mine  [ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance  [ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine  [ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap  [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring  [ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually  [ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support  [ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm  [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand  [ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did  [ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine  [ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap  [ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down  [ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away  [ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare  [ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation  [ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury  [ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine  [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger  [ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine  [ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

#saw 'rain' on the other one and didn't realize there was a lotta ship stuff #so here's another with a lil less too #just in case! #cliffs notes: inbox memes

[writeshorror]

THE  CLASSIC  ROMANCE  OF  A  GOOD  RAINSTORM 

[ POUR ]  for our muses to have a passionate reunion kiss in the rain.  

[ DOWN ]  for sender to have chased down receiver and pulled them into a kiss right when it begins to rain. 

[ CONVINCED ]  our muses are standing outside having a confrontation when it begins to rain,  sender kisses receiver to stop their rambling and prove they love them. 

[ CONVINCING ]  our muses are standing outside having a confrontation when it begins to rain,  receiver kisses sender to stop their rambling and prove they love them. 

[ FLOAT ]  for our muses to dance in the rain together. 

[ DRIZZLE ]  our muses are walking under an umbrella together but sender darts out from under it to jump in a puddle. 

[ SPRINKLE ]  our muses are walking under an umbrella together but receiver darts out from under it to jump in a puddle. 

[ SHELTER ]  sender can’t sleep due to a loud thunderstorm so they come to receiver’s bedroom to stay in their bed with them. 

[ SHELTERED ]  receiver can’t sleep due to a loud thunderstorm so they come to sender’s bedroom to stay in their bed with them. 

[ REST ]  our muses lay on the ground together while it rains. 

[ CONSOLE ]  sender is sitting outside on a porch/balcony,  crying while it rains and receiver sits down next to them to offer a shoulder to cry on. 

[ CONSOLED ]  receiver is sitting outside on a porch/balcony,  crying while it rains and sender sits down next to them to offer a shoulder to cry on. 

[ RITUAL ]  for our muses plans to have been ruined by a storm so they stay inside and have sex instead. 

[ ENJOY ]  for our muses to have sex outside beneath a covered area  (  tent/porch/gazebo etc  )  while it rains. 

[ WATCH ]  our muses have sex against a window while it rains. 

[ SAVE ]  for one muse to pick up the other to quickly carry them inside as it begins to rain.

[ JOY ]  our muses have just made up after a fight when it begins to rain,  sender picks up receiver and spins them around.  

[ REJOICE ]  our muses have just made up after a fight when it begins to rain,  receiver picks up sender and spins them around. 

[ SAFE ]  our muses are caught in a heavy rainstorm together and seek shelter in an abandoned building or cave. 

[ SECLUDED ]  our muses are on a road trip and are forced to pull over due to heavy rain and fog,  they end up fooling around in the car while they wait for it to clear up. 

❝  come on,  come dance with me in the rain.  ❞

❝  just stand still and feel the rain on your face.  ❞

❝  do you smell that?  it’s about to rain.  ❞

❝  i’ve always loved the rain.  ❞

❝  i like when it rains,  even if it’s loud and ruins plans.  it’s a sign of renewal and growth.  ❞

❝  are you seriously splashing in puddles right now?  ❞

❝  what are you doing— come inside before you catch a cold.  ❞

❝  jumping in puddles makes it impossible to be upset,  you should try it sometime.  ❞

❝  just let go for a little bit and come enjoy this storm.  it’s beautiful.  ❞

❝  i know this is gonna make me sound like a baby but thunderstorms really freak me out,  can i hang out with you until it gets quiet again?  ❞

❝  can i sleep in your bed tonight?  the thunder makes me jumpy. ❞

❝  you really love the rain,  huh?  look at you,  you’re all giddy.  ❞

❝  why do you hate storms so much?  ❞

❝  hey— it’s alright.  i think it was just some really loud thunder. ❞

❝  jesus christ! that lightning shook the whole house.  ❞

❝  if it’s about to rain shouldn’t you be closing the windows?  not opening them?  ❞

❝  you hear that?  it’s raining!  ❞

#cliffs notes: inbox memes

[writeshorror]

* creepy location meme

send a number for our muses to interact at the following! 

an uncomfortably quiet gas station 

a bustling diner that never closes

an old tree with trunks like knives 

a video store with a sign titled ‘ JOIN US ’

the back of a stolen car

a twisting forest that beckons you

an antique shop that smells of death and decay

the lot behind a somber hotel

a forgotten graveyard on the outskirts of town

an abandoned church where the choir continue their song 

a grocery store where no one smiles  

a bar where everyone hums the same song

end of the road

an undisclosed government facility

a howling bonfire where shadows betray you

a police station on edge during a blizzard 

an uncanny farmhouse with a ‘ ROOM FOR RENT ’ sign

#cliffs notes: inbox memes

[writeshorror]

they're such a friendship goal ✨️

#now i have to have it. #god dangit pandaaaaa #;adlfjgka;lgk #look at em #just cute lil guys #seance alder: mirror reflection #protagonist: tony stark (t0nystrk) #t0nystrk

[writeshorror]

&& gcroinya // natalia romanova.

                    THREE  SECONDS  OF  SILENCE  AND  GURGLING  OF  THE  RIVER  ——  THAT’S  ALL  SHE  GETS  THESE  DAYS.   Peace is a luxury commodity by design, forfeit with as much as a signature on ‘s.h.i.e.l.d. confidential’. For most of them, that is. Natasha’s peace was never born to begin with, cold Soviet soil too poisonous to produce anything else but war. What’s happening now doesn’t feel unfamiliar, it is only broadcasted louder than what she, one made for the shadows, is used to. 

                    She is an Avenger now, memories of the Black Widow slowly died off together with those who carried them. Most of the files, most of her past scrubbed clean from existence. But even the obscure gets amplified now  ———  soviet spy, red death, Baba Yaga herself… Plenty of new names she’s earned over the last couple of weeks in the uproar that followed Sokovia and whilst her skin was too thick for any of it to hurt her, she stood there observing those who were powerless against the oppression. Those who dedicated their life, even their death, for good just to be broadcasted as villains. That was the moment when the last modicum of peace they had died, sending them spiraling into havoc.

                    ❝ Knock you out? I thought you writers were better with cliffhangers. ❞     Is this not what it is, now? A long stretch of unknown crowned with the reason of why she’s there. An end of a chapter that leaves one questioning, biting their nails until a new one is released. Only he is not the one writing it.

                    She rests against metal railing, wind carrying the stench of the river flogging them both. This setting is far from glamorous, it reminds her of deals struck in locations just as seedy as this one. Like Sisyphus, she’s back at the foot of the mountain and that bolder is not getting any lighter to keep on rolling up.

                    ❝ Do you think it’s this kind of iron certainty about someone’s list of priorities or intentions that make you so believable? ❞     Less of an attack, more curiosity that drives her questions. Doesn’t seem a high priority on your list of places to be, he says, and she wonders what makes him think that he has her priorities all figured out. Even she doesn’t, not now. All but scattered in the wind, a flight of what was and what will be. 

                    ❝ Maybe I am here for pierogis, with the side of ceasefire. Know where I might find any? ❞

a crack of an uneven grin. a measuring, curious stare above the glint of a pair of silver wire framed glasses. silver and black curls, wild as the wind, bob with the breeze as he shoves his hands further into the pockets of his woolen coat. scruffy chin tucks into the soft layers of a scarf wrapped around his neck, hanging freely down his front and back. left to sway with the breeze along with that untamable hair. his brow jerks up. 

ceasefire? 

“wouldn’t ceasefires require us to be in some sort’ve war?” withdrawing one of those hands, a gray and black wool glove with the flesh tip of a thumb jutting out the very end is used to nudge up his glasses. rhey’ve not moved much. it’s a habit. along with the sniff that’s unnecessary and seems to jar his tongue into working order again. “far as I know? it’s never been about fighting. only about finding some other way of protecting people without destroying the very thing that’s being protected. but, skipping back to the beginning here---because that spiked my curiosity the most. the rest is well known between you and I and everyone else. boring, old news. don’t you think?”

seance bends at the waist, relaxing enought hat his elbows brace himself against the metal. long lines of rust from every heavy screw bolted into place stream down it’s sides. pittsburgh is old. It’s seen better days. but it’s been home for a long time. beautiful in spite of it’s tear stains and moans and groans of old battered and worn steel. it still holds strong. exactly like the opinions of it’s inhabitants. present company to Natasha included. 

gaze aimed at one of the large shipping vessels passing underneath them, he frowns in thought before aiming the question up at her without standing straight. “i’d like to think my honesty makes me believable first. haven’t ever done much to hide my opinions under my cuff. regardless of who’s asking the questions. much to the many years of woe my publicist reminds me she suffers through,” again--that grin appears and he’s not at all guilty, “my writing’s a close second to what i’d like to think is next in line. far as pierogis? you’re gonna need a local to show you were the good ones are..

...guess we can toss the side of ceasefire in there? or is this just because you’re hungry and you need a tour guide?” what? him? joking? who would have thought? a smile follows. damn near close to devilish by the way his teeth glint in it. 

still doesn’t answer the question of why now? why her? but maybe that will come later.

#protagonist: natalia romanova (gcroinya) #gcroinya #part iii: when saving the world has a kill count.. are you really saving it? (mcu v.1) #i hope you don't mind. i found this and was like EYES EMOJI!

[writeshorror]

.writeshorror. ind. && mutuals only. original horror novelist character. cross-over friendly. highly adaptable to most settings. mature topics and potentially triggering themes will be explored. minors please do not interact. penned by: dixon   promo / theme credit: ©

#horror rp #marvel rp #supernatural rp #tlou rp #indie rp #come plot on discord! #after i wake up! #cliffs notes: sp

[writeshorror]

// sleepy time but now that i have this info.. i'll be back after work and all that jazz in the evening. love y'all! xoxo! be good and be safe!

ps. i got tickets to see my most favorite band in the world today. and they are excellent seats and the best frickin' view and it's only a cpl days past my birthday (rdj and i are birthday twins!) so yay! happy birthday to me! and off to the cure i go in may!

#cliffs notes: one from the writer #and i got em on a friday #cause i'm in love! #:D

[writeshorror]

what's your role in a found family dynamic? 

the brains

people are not so much your forte. you are more at home with thoughts, ideas, hobbies, skills. as such, you probably have to learn how to work well with others--but once you do, hey, it has its moments. while you are treasured for your ability to solve problems, people also have this unique love of novelty. when you break from your schedule, when you say something no one is expecting--that's novel. you are as curious and lovable as the subjects you study. you are family. this place is not the same without your witty comments and wry observations. you definitely feel more comfortable when someone needs a straightforward answer than a shoulder to cry on, but it's not impossible to give both. know that your family loves you for more than that, though, and will (usually) remember to respect your boundaries.

tagged by: @t0nystrk <3

tagging: @maavel , @trcnsitioncl , @shieldretired , @gcroinya @therapardalis , @mxndwitch , @eisiramdeus , && anyone who wants to give it a go!

#and there ya be. #cliffs notes: dash games

[writeshorror]

rb this & put in the tags the thing(s) your muse(s) fear the most 

#loneliness.. even though he is an introvert that shuts himself off. #dying alone is the biggest one. #the lack of a true connection #one that lasts and is solid. #getting old and losing his imagination. #or his ability to lose himself in it. #nothing could be worse #the places his mind takes him when he writes sometimes #they can get pretty dark. #but he wouldn't trade those places #not for the world. #that's just a lil peek. #he's an odd duck. #cliffs notes: dash games #seance alder: headcanon

[writeshorror]

oh my god, peeps!

// the amount of time i put into recovering the email to this account! i really thought it was lost forever and i was so upset! but i found it! thank goodness! yaaaay!!!! anyway! seance is here again and i'd really love to pick up his plots again. if anyone is still interested in our plots, i'd love to continue.

as well as make new ones!

anywhooo. he's got a pretty good history with a setting i can toss him into most paranormal, supernatural, marvel, horror, zombie, or hell.. i'll find a way to put him in anything. just come plot with me!

i'm doing such a happy dance that i was able to get in here. you have no idea!

#i was so scared. #i thought i was gonna have to start over #never losing this email again. #cliffs notes: one from the writer

[writeshorror]

@careol​ || prompts that make me go 👀 || accepting!

[ WOUND ]:  upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

damn, this HURTS.

pain radiates up his arm from the long scratch running up the muscle underneath his forearm. couple of others on his cheek, a bumped up ankle. those hurt, but they’re alright. this one? this one is going to be hell. teeth bare themselves as they clench. he’s sitting in the kitchen of carol’s house where they’ve all converged after the run. listening to the voices in the living room chatter away, he’s excused himself and wandered off to go mend the scratches and wounds that were visible. this one? he kept hidden. cause he didn’t want anyone to worry. 

god damn metal and glass make shift alarm system is what it was. something a survivor must’ve made a few years back. enough to get nice and dirty. rusty as hell. he counts back how many years it’s been since he had a tetanus shot. the year the world went to hell. turns out? he might be on the lucky with that. don’t they have at least a year or two left before that much time’s passed? hell. he hopes he’s been counting right. cause it’s deep.

carol’s beside him before he notices she’s walked in. eyes go round behind glasses he’s protected more than any other worldly possession he’s got. her thumb rubs over his cheek as he lowers his sleeve but he knows he’s busted. “long as it doesn’t get infected? it’s all i’m worried about,” he frowns at the worry on her face as a thumb touches the edge of the longest scratch at his temple. “my fault. should’ve seen the home made wall of medieval torture before i fell.” a smile follows as he attempts to ease her worry. 

#part v: the blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold. and it has overturned the order of the soul. (twd m.v1) #protagonist: carol peletier (careol) #careol #i love her sfm.

[writeshorror]

@rgerz || prompts that make me go 👀 || accepting!

[ TUG ]: the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.

dark chestnut eyes squint up into those endless seas of blue, they’re close enough to make him breathless and seance is doing his best not to show it. steve is someone who can be dangerous. he’s someone who can be dangerous to steve. not because the other seems to care about his reputation. looks like the avenger doesn’t mind being on either side of the government’s favor or disfavor should the need arise. least in his eyes. but that life is over for the former captain america. isn’t it?

so, maybe, the real risk of reputation is weighted solely in seance’s hands when it comes to the greatest cost. (is that why he’s pulled so close? is steve doing him a favor by damn near blocking him from view of anyone who might pass them by? why the kindness?) being so avidly outspoken against the cost of the avenger’s heroics. how a wrecking ball into an operating room in the middle of an open heart surgery isn’t the greatest way of getting things done. that’s what he compares them to. for the most part. situations like that. where the hope of something good coming out of such wreckage---he’s focusing on that. trying his best to cling to the idea that he can’t smell steve’s cologne. or feel how solid he is.

“they say you aren’t going back--that you’re retired,’” he clears his throat but doesn’t adjust his glasses from where they’re about to fall off his nose, “is that even possible for you? i mean. you’ve tried before. haven’t you?” oh. his voice is strained. TOO MUCH.

#protagonist: steve rogers (rgerz) #rgerz #part iii: when saving the world has a kill count.. are you really saving it? (mcu v.1)

[writeshorror]

🎶   ✨      when   u   get   this   ,   list   5   songs   u   like   to   listen   to   ,   publish   .      then,   tag   ppl   u   love      🎶   ✨

handle me with care - traveling wilburys

all time low (acoustic) - jon bellion

crucify - tori amos

the same deep water as you - the cure

the worry list - blue october

tagged by : @stcrkz - thanks lovely!

tagging: @stormweathered , @whitesuited , @statesangria , @battletrio , @rxmlxw , @gcroinya , @chernayavidua , && the rest of ya. cause <3. and i love music.

#cliffs notes: one from the writer #cliffs notes: dash games

[writeshorror]

// there were so many p.0r.n bots following this blog that i feel like the floor needs a good mopping cause my shoes would stick to it if i walked across it. 

good to see tumblr’s back in full swing now that they’re letting the bew.bies be free again. rofl!!!

#hello ladies! #goodbye ladies! #<3 #cliffs notes: one from the writer

[writeshorror]

Sometimes a story arrives complete–a done thing. Usually, though, they come to me in two parts: first the cup, then the handle. Because the handle may not show up for weeks, months, or even years, I have a little box in the back of my mind full of unfinished cups, each protected in that unique mental packing we call memory.

Stephen King, The Bazaar of Bad Dreams 

#seance alder: creative spark

[writeshorror]

“Everything that you hated about me, somebody else would love me for exactly the same thing. They would accept me for exactly who I am.”

Oscar Isaac as Jonathan

SCENES FROM A MARRIAGE (2021) - Episode 4 - The Illiterates

#please stop being attractive #even when u are pissed #or like maybe.. #esp when u are pissed.. #seance alder: mirror reflection

[writeshorror]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )

[ HAIR ]:          sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)

[ CLOSE ]:          while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

[ THUMB ]:          while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.

[ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

[ INHALE ]:          while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.

[ DANCE ]:          when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.

[ BARE ]:          as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.

[ SCAR ]:          noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.

[ FOREHEAD ]:          placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.

[ PALM ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.

[ LINGER ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

[ BEHIND ]:         upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.

[ WAIT ]:          realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.

[ ARM ]:          after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.

[ HOLD ]:          while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.

[ PLAY ]:          while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.

[ GUIDE ]:          in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

[ TOUCH ]:          while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.

[ CUP ]:           bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.

[ TUG ]:          the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.

[ HUSH ]:          while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.

#cliffs notes: inbox memes #or some-a these!