word prompts compilation
complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME
ADD ++ FOR REVERSE
[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention
[ wake ] 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 my muse to share dream with yours
[ nightmare ] 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
[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye
[ secrets ] my muse sharing/confiding a secret
[ bloody ] for your muse coming to my muse with blood stains
[ drunk ] your muse takes care of my very drunk muse
[ bed ] my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before
[ scream ] my muse hears your muse scream and runs to them
[ trail ] my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scars, asking them about it
[ piggyback ] my muse gives yours a piggyback ride
[ jump ] my muse holding yours up by their thighs
[ carry ] my muse carries your muse to their house
[ lighter ] my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette
[ shot ] my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses for aid
[ wound ] my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten
[ fight ] my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else
[ arrest ] your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs
[ hospital ] my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened
[ betrayal ] my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them and confronts them about it
[ nude ] my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked
[ karaoke ] for our muses to sing together
[ wet ] your muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for my muse to join them
[ crawl ] for your muse to crawl into bed with mine .
[ flower ] for your muse to offer my muse their favourite flower
[ gift ] for my muse to surprise your muse with a gift
[ homemade gift ] for my muse to make your muse a gift
[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )
[ serenade ] for my muse to sing to your muse
[ caress ] for your muse to gently run their hand down my muse’s face
[ caught ] for your muse to catch my muse wearing their shirt .
[ love letter ] for your muse to give my muse a love letter they wrote for them
[ boop ] for your muse to boop my muse on the nose
[ date ] for my muse to ask your muse to go on a date
[ confess ] for my muse to confess their feelings to your muse
[ sleepy ] for my muse to slowly fall alseep on your muse
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I don’t care. It’s right there on the tip of her tongue but she finds that people tend to clam up when she reacts honestly. Ghanima has too much going on to give into small talk and pleasantries. Her collecting of information about monsters, both guardian and otherwise, comes with the knowledge it might need to be used to eliminate them. She’s not bigoted. Not the sort to shoot first and ask questions later. But in her experience, she has also found that instincts tend to override a desire to be kind. That some are simply not built for it. That no matter how green the grass is, how plentiful the food source… Some things just have a taste for human flesh. It’s why she’s putting together a guide: so people know the signs and know to stay the fuck away.
❝ It’s good to have hobbies. And be… Soft. ❞ Not for her but for others, they seem happy to be. She appreciates the coffee, though the list of different milks they have make her shake her head. To each their own. ❝ I’ll take regular. And as much sugar as you can afford to give me. ❞ The monstrumologist likes a little coffee with her milk and sugar and she fixes it just the way she likes, enough milk to cool it enough for her to drink from immediately. She doesn’t like to wait. And she appreciates the space given. Close quarters are for one night stands and friends. She doesn’t have any of the latter nearby and none of the former yet.
❝ I followed the wind. ❞ No bullshit; no lying. It’s the truth and she’s come to expect people to believe she’s joking, think she’s more of a smartass than she actually is ( and she’s, well, pretty big of one anyway ). ❝ I came here to investigate this lovely oasis and the cause behind it. Or perhaps, ❞ she lifts the cup in something of a salute, ❝ the one behind it. Phenomenon like this usually come from a who, not a what. ❞
She moves again, listening to the woman while flipping through drawers and refrigerator doors. Keyleth sets a mason jar with the white granules inside — sugar scribbled in marker over duck tape slapped to one side. A pitcher of milk, and then the scrape of wood — the stool re-settled in front of the visitor. The waitress only has a second to sit down before the clatter of porcelain over metal.
A full plate, spices and meat and egg still sizzling, is slid in front of the visitor as the waitress settles herself on the stool with a new mug in hand to dry. All that is left around them is the slight creaking of the wood and metal in the weary building. Dancing along to the winds that come calling over New Vya — breezes that have brought this woman to it. There are no more locals working through their newspapers. The patrolmen’s cars are long gone into the highways. The hinge of the door can be heard — the cook’s steps receding until he’s gone.
❝ We get a lot of forestry fans — some horticulturalists too! So, you’re welcome to stay and learn all about it, ❞ Keyleth nods, mirrors the lift of the cup with the one she still works at. ❝ Just remember, treat the town right and it’ll treat you right in return. ❞
It should be left at that. A solid welcome. One given to every person who comes across the town on their way through — and to those looking for a place to stay. There’s something about this woman that keeps her talking, and Keyleth’s body inches forward. Inclined as if a curiosity is to be shared — one rather kept for those to be in the know, ❝ Though you don’t strike me to be a tree-hugger. ❞
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ASKED BY @strongofheart (feat. @luridtruths) :: ‘ i mean i guess at least the horns suit you – ’ familiars srs
BAD MAGIC PROMPTS
The turn of his head — sideways — near slices through the sunlight that leaves the kitchen awash in a bright spring morning. Caught quick and reflected in the uptick of thin lips into a smile. ❝ They might, ❞ Reynold offers.
A shoulder rolls as he lifts an arm to place over the back of the couch. Slinks up, and curls until he brings fingertips to his lips. Eyes slanted towards her. Hand shivering before the arm uncurls again and spreads out again. All the while its shadow plays over the counter where Sam’s been dutifully practicing crafting pancakes.
Reynold keeps his head angled towards her as he lets the silence settle— interrupted only by sizzling butter and the gentle splats of wet mix to the saucepan. The sun lines his features with a golden light, and shift with the black that slithers out from his temple. Curving backwards as though in the shape of a ram’s horn — but scaled. Light seeming to sink into the ever-black of each scale as the tips caress the sides of his head, and when he turns — places folded arms on the couch’s back — the light stolen reflect like glittering stars.
❝ Never considered it. A bit sacrilegious ... for some. ❞ Humored, and keeping their eyes locked until he deigns to lower them. Returns to stare at the glass sliding doors — where there are birds, too free, gallivanting across his backyard — as the horns fade like dry ice. Endless black to gray smoke and then nothing at all.
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