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misc action memes

the one sending in the prompt is the one comitting the action . [ add * for role reversal ! ]

🤚 - to offer your muse a hand in dance . 🤕 - to dress your muse’s wound . 🎀 - to braid / brush your muse’s hair . 🗡️ - to point a weapon at your muse . 👑 - to bow down before your muse . ☀️ - to kiss your muse’s hand . 🧋 - to offer your muse a drink . 💎 - to try to steal something from your muse . 🚬 - to light your muse’s cigarette . 🙄 - for my muse to roll their eyes at yours . 💐- to gift a bouquet of flowers . 😴 - to fall asleep on your muse . 🧥 - to warm your muse by wrapping them in a coat / blanket . 🌻 - for my muse to suddenly hold your muse’s hand . ❗️ - for my muse to hold your muse’s chin as a way of getting attention . 🔔  - for my muse to wake yours from a nightmare . 🎁 - for my muse to cup your muse’s face with their hands . ⭐️ - for my muse to stargaze with yours . 💍 - for my muse to tie a piece of jewelry around your muse’s neck or wrist . ❤️ - for my muse to kiss yours on the forehead . 👋 - for my muse to tug at your muse’s sleeve for attention . 🥱 - for my muse to yawn loudly . 🌸 - to place a flower crown on your muse’s head . 🦁 - to snarl / growl at your muse . 🤝 - for my muse to reach out their hand for a handshake . 💥 - to push your muse aside . 🖕 - for my muse to flash their middle finger at your muse . 🌹 - for my muse to blush . 🌼 - to give your muse a piggyback . 🌾 - for my muse to catch yours from falling / fainting . 🟠 - for my muse to pace back and forth . 🤺 - to challenge your muse to a sparring match . 🩹 - to trace your muse’s scars . 👁 - to glare at your muse . ✨ - for your muse to catch mine shirtless . 🎵 - for my muse to catch yours singing in secret . 💧 - for my muse to wipe away your muse’s tears . 🧽 - to wipe / clean blood off your muse . 😢 - for my muse to be caught crying . 💪 - for my muse to flex their muscles . ✊ - for my muse to hit yours . 😶‍🌫️ - to be caught hiding from something . 🧍 - to block your muse’s path . 🌡 - to check your muse’s temperature . 🪦 - to see yours by a grave . 🚶 - to go on a long walk together . ⚡ - to take shelter from a storm together . 👀 - to be caught staring at your muse . 🪴 - for your muse to lean on my muse for support . 🧨 - to pin your muse against the wall . ⚔️ - to fight against enemies together . 🪞 - to catch my muse trying to compose themselves in front of a mirror . 🤫 - for my muse to place a finger to their lips, shushing your muse . 👞 - for my muse to help yours get dressed . 🤗 - to hug your muse . 🩸 - to approach your muse soaked in blood . 🛡️ - for my muse to protect yours from harm . ☃️ - to build a snowman together .

#🛸 … rp meme #//specify muse pwease or suffer the consequences of me picking for u /lh

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Try  to  fluster  my  muse.  Do  whatever  it  takes  to  make  them  blush!

#🛸 … rp meme #//[does a lil pose] hi. <3

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[🧪] “Well, Fortunately for the both of us— I’m a doctor.” Was a doctor. Medical licenses don’t get renewed post faked deaths.

Unfortunately for any and all in proximity of Doc, and in this case the one (but not only) Spider-Man: his sour snark was not an act nor could it be dropped. This was, for better and certainly for worse, Doc’s charming personality at play.

“Yeah, yeah …” Doc grumbled, all while he watched the masked spider play around with that fancy doohickey strapped to his wrist. Why, if this old geezer was not in excruciating pain right now, he would have loved to pester the vigilante aaall about it (how lucky you are, Miguel). “Of course I can sit up strai—”

Yet, just as soon as he tried to do so: his back seized up under a surge of sharp, acute pain that shot through his spine and down, down, down his leg.

“AH, SHIT—!” He hissed and flinched; a hand just as quickly grasped his hip. “Uh, hold on— hold on, Just need a minute, is all.”

There was a POP from his hip, right where the ball at the end of his femur should connect, that begged to differ. Oh … oh boy. Another attempt was made while he clawed himself back up, but to no avail, so instead— he got comfortable on the wet pavement with a heavy sigh.

“Y’know. I remember swearing I’d NEVER be like one of those bozos in a life-alert commercial and yet here I am. In an alley with a giant man-spider and a dislocated hip.”

The shock of it all made sure to keep him chatty. Doc shrugged and smirked ever the same at the vigilante.

“Life, huh? … Say, you wouldn’t happen to know how to relocate a hip, despite the whole ‘not being a doctor’ thing, would you?”

@outofthiisworld [doc] asked; ‘actually, I’m feeling fine. better than. I feel wonderful. I feel like roses and sunshine and glitter.’ — detecting hints of sarcasm in 🧪Doc’s voice. One might even have a sneaking suspicion that the old geezer was, in fact, not feeling fine. Ooh, the dramatics …

vicious novel prompts

The choice of clipped phrase yields no reaction. Instead, the energy that would've been wasted taking such bait was put towards a better use, first seen as he stayed by the man's side, crouching beside him instead of walking away. Draping an arm over a bent leg, the crimson lines of his mask are drawn together, features pinching beneath the hard light covering as he surveys the stranger for any signs of injury.

"Drop the act, older timer." Challenging the Doc's sarcasm with his own curt reply, Miguel juts his head upwards a fraction as he fidgets with a device attached to his left wrist. Presented with a stream of information, it steals the Spider's attention for a moment, eyes soon drifting back to the cantankerous stranger, poised to dismiss his claims.

"I'm no doctor, but even I can tell that you've taken a bad fall." He had heard it rather than seen it happen, a vociferous stream of complaints that aimed to grab attention. Unable to ignore such a sound, Miguel had diverted away from his original path to discover the man in his present condition; full of spit and vinegar, in spite of everything.

"Can you sit up straight?"

#🧪... ic #iobartach #doc ... miguel #//THANK YOU <33 in my heart he’s the yappy old dog missing all his teeth if you will #//would like to extend my apologies to Miguel personally however 🫡 /lh

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[🧪] “It LOOKS like you BROKE INTO MY HOME and MADE YOURSELF COMFORTABLE.”

Now, if this were any other moment and any other place, what with being face-to-face with sharp rows of teeth bared as a threat— Doc would have tried his very best to deescalate the situation and not get his face torn off.

But this wasn’t any other moment and any other place. This was now and Doc's blood pressure had reached an all time new high.

“You can’t just— I could have shot you!!!” He hissed in disbelief. “You can’t just meander into people’s homes uninvited, you know?! How’d you feel if I trespassed into your home, huh?!”

Doc tucked away his blaster in the back of his pants and grumbled, something along the lines of ‘unbelievable’ and ‘just my luck’ while he began to pick up the fallen ceiling fan debris.

“Oh, just sit back down already. You look ridiculous standing up like that—” the old doctor’s eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar container … wait … “DID YOU EAT ALL THE STUFFED MUSHROOMS?!”

Doc tip-toeing in went unnoticed. Having stuffed themselves with last night's leftovers and some sort of sweet pastry treat they'd found in the fridge, Trench had been on the verge of a post-snack nap. Or at least they had very unwisely let their guard down.

Doc whipping around the sofa, however, was noticed. The creature jolted up with an undignified yelp.

Before they knew it something had been shot and something had crashed into the coffee table they'd been resting their tentacles on just seconds prior. WHAT THE FUCK?

"WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE? I WAS CLEARLY LISTENING TO THE TV." The creature had withdrawn their tendrils into their coat, keeping them close. Teeth were bared - not in their typical smile but a way similar to how a chimpanzee would display threat. The creature rose to their full height - which was still not very tall which was why they were still on the couch for that extra height boost.

"It wasn't anyone else was using it anyways."

#🧪... ic #tentacletrench #doc ... trench #//ophelia comes home after 2 hours from now and these two are still shouting at each other

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[🧪💜] She struggled to swallow down that lump stuck in her throat. It hadn’t made much of a difference, had it? A small, childish part of Ophelia felt crushed— Ectoplasm was all she had and yet still, with how Rex’s near lifeless corpse trembled and twitched, it only strained him further.

Rex looked so small. A titan who made her feel so safe was brought down to near crumbled dust.

Whatever else that tried to play against Ophelia’s mind was squashed down for another night, one far away from this one.

She slowly let go, and instead, Ectoplasm cloaked him in her place in its familiar, weightless magnetism that lifted his shriveled self off the meadow dirt. Cradled carefully so, without a mere muscle moved from his curled, shriveled self and carried him off towards the workshop.

Inside the workshop, Doc hurried along— UV lamps already dragged out from their previously, haphazardly placed storage as the workshop terminal screens were set up to read vitals; but most noticeable, was the pod-like structure that almost resembled a sun bed … actually— it was a sunbed! 

At least, it very much used to be, before Doc swindled it off a flea market and decided to tinker away at the thing for emergencies like this (or for a really killer tan).

With goggles on and a suit to protect himself against the harsh UV lights, Doc cranked up the sun-pod and hurriedly rushed Ophelia to lay Rex down. Ophelia hardly flinched at the ultraviolet radiation as she ushered Rex over to the pod.

“Hold on, buddy, that’s it. You’re going to be just fine, soon— keep holding on a little longer for me, alright?” Doc flickered on a scanner in hopes to read his vitals. “We’ll get you juiced up and back in a comfortable bed soon, then once the sun comes back up, we’ll get you back outside, straight to the source.”

Doc and Ophelia shared another look.

Doc hadn’t told her who or what did this. He told her to stay here, no matter what— with panicked dread she’d only seen once before. She hadn’t even known it was Rex, until he phoned back home.

Ophelia knew who did this.

Doc looked away.

♫

The energy from Ophelia was accepted. Usually, Rex could cycle through different frequencies, including the unique one upon which the eldritch power of her space ectoplasm operated. But right now he was trying to convert the ectoplasmic energy into something adjacent, closer to what made up his 'default,' his foundation before interacting with all others.

"Yes."

Rex rasped, trying to move alongside Ophelia, until he found a good place to curl up. Once landed there, he looked like he was content to shrivel up and die. That was of course, not the case whatsoever, but his condition made it seem like he was on death's door. Or liable to have the remainder of himself cross some planar threshold out of this physical world.

What little he could feel was sharp in its temperature-- mostly cold. Simple touch could be so terribly painful. His already taxed body had to divert more of its precious stamina to energy-type conversion.

Gone was the cosmic contender that refused to let his knees buckle, raising his fists to lash out time and time again at all those who battled him, who berated him and his grassroots allies. Although he still believed in peace for all and open-minded research, the ideas felt so distant. All he could process were the primal shakes of terror. The illness-inducing ichor of a thing trying to survive, as it was all too often made to do.

"Hrrnnn..."

#💜… ic #🧪... ic #pzfr #doc + ophelia ... rex

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🧬// admittedly i am........still trying to capture a feel for Copycat's voice in her dialogue BUT i do like the fact she's turning out to be a yappy gal who sometimes talks stiff n' proper like and sometimes sounds like some foul-mouthed hooligan whose heckling you behind a seedy bar.

#👽 … ooc #//will talk about philosophy with u gladly. will also burp in your face right after. you feel? #//like a really crass sphinx tbh................ #//beating back my executive dysfunction with a stick today BACK i say BACK you SLY DOG

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[🧬] The guy currently held down, petted and being eaten alive gaped up at Antares in HORROR— ‘WHY NOT SAVE ME?!’ is what he thought, but with the blood that pooled in his mouth, all he could voice was a chorus of choked gargles.

Copycat tilted her head and chirred in contemplation. She hadn’t even realized this man was still alive (and again— not like she cared either way). So, a deep growl turned to a sigh rumbled from the bellows of her gut as she made her decision.

“Do what you want.” After having said this; teeth shredded at more flesh and broke through the semblance of padded armor that hadn’t melted under the viscous venom that dribbled from her mouth. A horrendous scream bubbled past the pool of blood. Antares' earlier words about the human mind echoed in her own.

“Plenty of things out there think they’re better than humans. Stronger … and maybe. You all are fleshy, squishy things,” she swallowed a chunk of flesh and a long tongue lapped at the blood caked on her maw. “But they forget one thing: a human’s mind is a terrible thing. That is usually their downfall when facing a human.”

Spoken less of an insult, and more as a strange ode of respect for the species. After all— it was their terrible minds that created her. If she were a betting monstrosity, she would bet they made him like that, too.

“It's fucking hilarious.”

From the curl of her lip, Antares was not expecting laughter to be what followed. Was that really that funny? Antares wasn't really seeing it and neither was the guy he was helping Copycat hold down. Not that he was in any illusion she actually needed him to. It was more for convenience. He was chill with cats ( or, well, cat-shaped monstrosities ) like that.

"Used to. Not anymore. You'd be surprised what the human mind can get used to." He said this as if occasionally sobbing into his pillow was a huge improvement. But Copycat doesn't need to know about all that.

"And, y'know, not all humans have to go out screaming." He patted Copycat's meal on the head. Sympathy? Condescension? Who knows? Through his helmet, Antares gave the poor guy a glance as Copycat offered a piece of his arm.

"Hm...thanks, but no thanks. I don't eat raw." Well, he doesn't eat other humans in general. That wasn't normal and if there's anything Antares was, he was just a normal guy. Relatively.

"Okay, but must he be alive through all this? Can't I just pith him or something?"

#🧬... ic #5mind #copycat ... antares #gore tw #//copycat vc: who doesnt love a good underdog story. [continues to eat a human]

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[💜] Ophelia openly stared back— nothing out of malaise nor maliciousness, no no! She just thought it was only fair to do so, is all, what with how Eve stared first (if anything, the ghoulish girl seemed to enjoy the attention from another pretty lady, if that smile had anything to say about it).

“Heehee—! Aww, aren’t you sweet as sugar?” She giggled and twirled a lock of her hair. “Your hair is lovely, too ♡ like fallen snow! Oo~! Wait, like pearls!”

@outofthiisworld // starter call.

and on-going issue eve found herself with was her own crippling bisexuality. while she could usually handle herself around men she found appealing, the moment she saw a woman she found pretty, it was like her brain turned off entirely. she was just staring at the other for what felt like forever before speaking.

❛ ooh ... your hair is such a lovely shade of purple ...! ❜

#💜… ic #hellzcominwithme #ophelia ... eve

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[💜] “Thank you, thank you~♡” Ophelia bowed, a cute lil’ curtsy, that made her own goblet of cider (a gaudy, tarnished one that our ghoulish gal surely swiped) slosh and spill droplets. Ooh, the belly-deep laughter was like applause to her ears!

“Do you think I could make a good court jester? Maybe even a silly clown?” Ophelia giggled and giggled while she sipped whatever was left in that goblet. Despite such jolly spirits in the air; Ophelia remained as sober as could be (she was just like this). The Ectoplasmic core that made up her entire existence made sure not a single drop would ever intoxicate her.

A shame really. Ingvar with his rosy cheeks and bubbling laughter was a sight to see, and if alcohol could make you feel like so; then she couldn’t help but feel a small bit of light-hearted envy mixed in with what was mostly curiosity. So, not even waiting for an answer for her first silly question— Ophelia quickly threw another one at the giant.

“What’s it feel like to be drunk, big guy? Is it fun?”

Then again … she’s seen Doc head first in the toilet the next day … so maybe she wasn’t missing much.

@outofthiisworld / whimsical/silly sc

Ingvar laughed, the smell of the alcoholic cider still fresh upon his breath, leaning back where he sat and looking up at the sky, as though it could not be properly released otherwise. It was the sort of jolliness straight from the stomach, tears pooling round the edges of the eyes, rose-red cheeks — yes, indeed, perhaps the giant had too much to drink, too many barrels worth of the stuff.

"O, Miss Ophelia — you are funny!" he broke into another fit of belly-laughter.

#💜… ic #riiese #ophelia ... ingvar

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did you guys know about this oc stuff. you can just make a guy. big if true

#👽 … ooc

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🌲// Nowhere does have a waffle house and in the twilight hours its a magnet for cryptid sightings and strange happenings to occur. None of the locals really bat an eye at this.

#👽 … ooc #🌲... nowhere #//if the cups start floating around 4am and the bathroom starts oozing glowing green goo dont worry bout it. it'll stop once dawn breaks. #//waffle house hot chocolate at 2am hits different how i miss you #//been soooooo soooo sleepy have this silly lil hc

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#🌲... nowhere #flashing gif

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👽🛰️🚀I love space ☄️🛸🔭 its so wild. Ignor the 💀☠️ deathlaser 🧪🧫🔬 btw 💚💜🖤its nothing ☄️🚀 don’t worry abt it 😄😁😌😊🤣😂 i would never 🤗😁 set 💞off the 😎😊😉 death laser 😄😉💚😊😂💚💜💞🤣😆😛

#🛰️ … atlas

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[🧪💜]— Names

Doc’s current legal name “Ezekiel Walker” is not his real name, but an alias for himself after his proclaimed “death" during the containment breach of ATLAS. With fake ID and documents forged by yours truly, he now guards his old name and identity very closely (It's Joseph). He prefers the name Doc much more, and still finds it weird whenever someone calls him Ezekiel/Zeke. Ophelia's real name before ATLAS has been long lost & forgotten— the names of those taken for experiments were not kept long term in the research documentation and notes. Currently, Ophelia is not interested in learning this for herself, or at least— so she says. (it's Sofía).

"By the stars above— what was I on, picking out Ezekiel? It's so pretentious..."

"Heehee—! Ooh, but I think it’s so cuuute~♡! You can always change your name again, though.”

"—and redo all of those identifications? Ugh, no. I just finished perfecting the deed to the farmhouse."

#//I opened my muse list to make minor edits (copycat now secondary instead of a test muse) and I was jumpscared by Doc’s fake name #//me🤝doc hating the name Ezekiel for him

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[💜] Ophelia caught her breath slowly but surely, with a few hiccups in between as the necrotic static dissipated (though she was more purple than usual).

“Terrrry!!! You cheated!” And with a whine, that flushed purple didn’t go away, especially not when she puffed her cheeks into a pout (again) and stomped her foot! With her hands on her hips, too— wow! What a sore loser! (wasn’t she the one that started this, too?)

But, Ophelia’s upset facade cracked as a giggle slipped through, alongside another hiccup. She even tried to cover her own smile underneath her hands but … how could she not melt under that sweet smile and lovable laugh of his?

“Nooo, no, I’m okaaay. It was a LITTLE funny— but don’t you get any more bright ideas, mister!” She stuck her tongue out at him like the mature adult she was. Yet, her own concern was next: “um, hey ... I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

TERRY YES!

He was relentless. When was the last time he'd got to play around like this? Maybe back when he was younger. Much younger. Back when he - or who he once was- and his siblings used to play together.

Terry started to falter. The grin on his face (and since when did that get there?!) softened. But clearly he wasn't stopping fast enough because before he realised sparks of purple surround his vision.

He lets out a little startled noise and jerked back quicker than what one would expect from someone who normally seemed vaguely drained of life. It didn't sting so much as it was just startling.

Then he laughed.

"That wasn't too much, was it?"

#💜… ic #5mind #ophelia … antares #//shithead checking on shithead momence we love to see it

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[💜] At first, Ophelia could only watch. Petrified like stone; memories of long ago trickled in at the sight of Rex— ones she tried so, so hard to keep locked away.

She would keep them locked away once more, for Rex needed both of them now.

Ophelia hovered closer again to a now crouched Rex, where he crawled only mere inches from the mech and slowed to a stop. Her hand reached out … and she hesitated for a brief moment … but then gently touched his shoulder.

She felt bone before she felt familiar soft flesh. 

Her chest seized and squeezed. Then, the scar that split down the middle of her chest slowly peeled open, and from deep within— Ectoplasm seeped out under a cascade of cosmic overflow.

“Hey ... take what you need. You won’t hurt me,” the energy was infinite, but in truth, she didn’t know how Rex would handle Ectoplasm like this. It was violent and it was volatile— its healing touch had overwhelmed Doc to unconsciousness long ago; but would this be the same as mending a broken body? The eldritch energy was cosmic in nature.

Though, most importantly: it was the only idea she had.

With bated breath, she watched over Rex evermore like a hawk. The same hand on his shoulder moved down to the middle of his back for any kind of support she could muster.

“Can I help you move?”

The wretched, near-skeletal husk looked up at Ophelia, trying to register that she was there and that this was all real. Crawling past her to get out of the mech and onto the ground to inch after Doc. Or really, anywhere he could begin to restore his energy reserves, converting whatever he could find into cosmic force.

The return flight had been taxing. The energy Rex could generate on his own was still delayed. There was a moment where he got up to a crouch, and tensed up so he could charge up more energy than he passively received, something he only did in the middle of an intense battle to keep himself going. It hurt too much to keep doing, and although some of Rex's body healed suddenly, he still looked extremely gaunt.

Eventually he stopped moving. Still breathing, but he did not resume moving for a good few minutes. Like he was resting, thinking a million thoughts, and still aching anyway. Father Necrosis had primed him for the kill, if Doc hadn't arrived when he did. Because the way honed energy wielders like Rex were built, there would never be a quick and painless demise.

It was always going to be slow and painful. Necrosis's ability had made it even slower and more agonizing than Rex ever thought could be possible.

#💜… ic #pzfr #ophelia … rex #//if Rex does decide to take the ectoplasm its totally up to u how he'd handle/react to it since he's an Energy Being !!

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yes yes characters doomed by the narrative always slap BUT what about characters saved by the narrative? characters who have already given up hope and don't know they have a happy ending? characters who believe they are a lost cause, characters who feel irredeemable, characters who think there's nothing left for them, but the narrative does provide a way out? what about the characters who don't expect anything good, who don't even remember how to wish for it anymore, who get the things they need anyway? what about the characters who actively run from being saved getting saved in a way they can't stop or control. what about being saved by the narrative!!!

#🧪… musings #💜… musings #//ooooh…….oooooh oh…….heart is full.