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CHRISTMAS / WINTER THEMED MEME .
send a symbol from your muse to mine. feel free to combine actions or add specifics even when it doesn’t ask for it . add ‘ ↪ ‘ for a reverse of my muse to yours .
HOLIDAY :
🎁 / our muses exchange gifts to one another . ( can specify . )
🍞 / to invite my muse to a holiday dinner with their family .
🎅 / help my muse gift wrap a present . ( can specify for who )
🔌 / help hang lights or decorate with my muse .
🎄 / decorate and help my muse with a christmas tree .
🌿 / our muses catch themselves under a mistletoe .
WEATHER :
☃️ / build a snowman with my muse .
❄️ / play in the snow with my muse . ( can specify . )
💨 / our muses are trapped inside a cabin during a snow storm .
🐾 / our muses find footprints in the snow and follow them .
✨ / our muses watch the northern lights together .
🌲 / my muse helps yours cut down a christmas tree .
🔥 / help my muse get firewood and build a fire .
NICE :
👀 / my muses reaction to finding out your muse is their secret santa .
😷 / help and aid my muse while their sick .
🍵 / our muses share a cup of hot coco .
💑 / propose or ask my muse to be their girl / boyfriend . ( specify which . )
$ / offer my muse money through a hard time .
🎭 / invite my muse to a christmas / winter masquerade .
NAUGHTY :
💋 / give my muse a hot steamy kiss .
👗 / my muse dresses up as a sexy santa for your muse .
👅 / my muse licks your muse .
🍷 / my muse stops your muse from coming onto them while being drunk .
🏃 / catch my muse stealing valuable’s from your muses family during a family holiday dinner
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Kat McNamara as Maya in Arrow
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“I believe that you are only in control of so much. So whatever you are not in control of you can’t worry about.”
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silasowens:
The memories pained him, but even the grief was better than the lapses in feeling, those cold moments that engulfed him in nothingness, paralyzed to suffer in the smell of rot, the itch of gnawing insects that burrowed just beneath the skin. She would’ve wanted him to remember her in life,beautiful and radiant as she had been. Silas smiled wistfully, eyes unfocused in the empty space over Quinn’s shoulder, opening the floodgates to memories that had been too painful to bear alone. With the witch by his side, though, it no longer felt impossible. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and his adam’s apple bobbed once before he spoke. “She was a fixer, y’know. Always kept herself busy creating things, whether it was farming, or nursing, volunteer work, anything. Couldn’t sit still without feeling guilty about it, like she was being selfish in not existing solely to help people. Intimidated the shit out of me. She always helping to put more good into the world, and I admired that about her.” He reminisced, biting his lip to steady it’s tremble. He smoothed his hand over his beard, the gold band on his finger catching the light from the sunken bulb overhead.
“In a lot of ways I think I was her most ambitious project, y’know. But, we understood each other. I wanted to be… I wanted to be the man she thought I could be. I could never, ever be the one she deserved, but she saw something salvageable in this… dumpster fire that is my life, and I feel like I owe it to her to find what that was.” Silas admitted, eyes swimming as they dropped to the countertop. He released a shaky breath, feeling a stone lifted with each syllable that was spoken. The number of people he trusted well enough to open up to like this could be counted on one hand, those of whom were still breathing were even fewer. It terrified him, even through the alcohol, the thought of being left so vulnerable was daunting. All he could trust was for her not to gouge too deeply. “I don’t think I’d be alive now if I hadn’t met Lia. Or at least if I was, I’d be a very different person.” The wolf muttered, blinking through the wetness in his eyes. “I do miss her. Terribly.”
There was always something unsettling beautiful about watching a strong man openly feel weak, to feel safe enough to be open with someone. And Silas was one of the strongest men she had ever known. But even superman had his weaknesses. For him to be willing to share such memories and thoughts, it spread the warmth further through her chest and into her bones. A feeling of compassion and love she wasn’t sure she’d ever be capable of feeling again. There was a moment of hesitation on her part, however. The dead had a habit of knowing when the people who still roamed the Earth were speaking of them, like a sixth sense for the mourning. Quinn knew that if she opened herself up, if she listened to the words Silas said about his beloved wife, it would only be a matter of minutes before she could hear the departed witch’s whispers in the back of her mind. Quinn fought, she held her breath forcing the veil shut for just a moment of peace, as her hand fell on top of Silas’.
Heavy lids opened, but silence remained on her part as she listened to the wonderful things he had to say about his wife. Quinn knew his sorrow, how much it must of ached to miss her in his life so suddenly. And her lips remained sealed, pulled into a soft grin, just letting him speak whatever was on his mind. The bad part about death wasn’t dying, it was leaving loved ones to grieve. “Lia sounds like she was a wonderful woman”, Quinn finally dared to speak, her thumb barely grazing the top of his knuckles in what she hoped was a kind and comforting gesture. Human contact sometimes was comforting enough, minus the fact neither were incredibly human anymore. And yet, touch could act almost like a beacon for her. Or a connection to that departed soul. The words lingered on her tongue, threatening to fall free despite her desperate attempts to keep her mind out of his loss. “She’s proud of you”, the witch finally spoke, her eyes cast down from Silas. All she could hope was that he wouldn’t be angry for which he knew she couldn’t entirely control.
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isaaclandon:
“Looking a little lost, my dear.” Isaac hummed as he watched Quinn, propping his chin on folded hands with a twinkle of interest in his eyes. He hadn’t had the pleasure of speaking with Quinn for some time now, not since his hands had been tied with a few different tasks and curiosities. “do tell what you have been up to, I am oh so curious.”
@qxnaddams
She was lost in her own thoughts, or were they the thoughts of the dead, when the all too familiar pierced through a thin veil that had allowed the young necromancer a few moments of piece. Bruised eyelids lifted slowly, emerald orbs shifting to the man beside her. “Isaac, always a pleasure”, she spoke with a type of restraint in her voice. Witches long past screamed in the distance, cursing the very warlock before her. “Besides plotting the many vicious and brutal ways I plan on killing a man, nothing of interest”, she spoke honestly, this time around she hadn’t even bothered to waste her energy in healing her bruises herself. No, she wore them like a badge of pride or a sign that she should be feared. “What do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
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maddcxaquino:
“Tattoos,” he bit out before snatching up his shirt from where he’d tossed it, intending on hiding the marks of his latest run-in from her. His mind raced, knowing that he needed to treat them before they scarred or got infected. But he couldn’t trust himself around Quinn, couldn’t trust what she would say or do. This wasn’t the same Quinn, not the girl he had met in the flower shop shortly after arriving in the small town. She was different in a way that he couldn’t yet wrap his mind around, and that made her dangerous.
“They’re bites, Maddox”, she practically hissed, an almost righteous rage running through her veins at the sight. She recalled the furry that was there within his own features when he had found a vampire leeching from her neck. Maybe that was the moment that everything changed between them, when he stopped looking at her with a kindness she had come to enjoy. With a deep breath, she moved closer to him. Her fingers were hesitant, but moved to his skin. Part of her was fearful to touch him, but the other part needed to. “You’re not taking care of these”, she spoke evenly, turning from him. “Take your shirt off and sit”, she ordered, moving to one of the many plants she had gifted him in the time their friendship bloomed. “Please don’t fight me on this”, she sighed, a hint of defeat already evident in her voice.
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silasowens:
Silas sighed, slumped to his elbows to lean his weight on the bar as the moments slipped by in a pregnant kind of silence. Another shot, and he felt the liquor began to serve it’s purpose, slowly unspooling the grip of anger on his ability to reason. Not that he still didn’t want to put a knife against whoever was stupid enough to attack Quinn Addams unprovoked. Her quip of humor lightened the atmosphere, and Silas reciprocated her bloodied smile. Some reassurance came from knowing she wasn’t broken. “Yeah, well, those ones aren’t for eating.” He spoke over the slush of ice as Quinn pressed the bag to her face. It had seen plenty of black eyes and scraped knees in the past few months.
“I’d pay to see it.” The man chuckled darkly. He knew who his money would be on in that fight. No one’s ever really cared like that before. The small comment shouldn’t have shook him like it did. Maybe it was the drink, but the tremor in her voice said different. He felt a bud of warmth radiate meekly, a sensation he didn’t think he’d ever feel again. Weak as it was, he felt it alive and fighting. “Well I pity them. Everyone else doesn’t know what they’re missing.” Silas swallowed, before his gaze dropped to the table. The bottle became noticeably lighter as he poured another round. Blue eyes lifted, tracing the constellation of cuts and bruises that blemished her face. “You know, you remind me of her, sometimes.” The wolf mused aloud. If he were any more sober, he probably would’ve caught the words before they slipped out. “You never would’ve known it just by looking at her, but she could hold her own. Never took shit from anyone.”
There was a moment of hesitation on her part, eyes glancing down to the bag of peas in her hand. She was more than curious as to where this single frozen food object had been placed. In a way, it was oddly comforting to think about. Something so effortless as a bag of peas pressed into one’s skin as a gesture of something warm and kind. Quinn couldn’t help but picture Silas holed up after a bad night with the peas held to the same eye. Or him offering it to his daughter whenever she got hurt playing. The witch never realized you could see so much of a new side of a person with a simple bag of frozen peas. “I don’t know if I would trust much of your cooking, anyway”, she shot off playfully, letting herself relax in the chair she occupied.
The darkness was a part of Quinn, something she hid from and tried to wall into place for years. Her entire life was spent avoiding being this person her parents created her to be, but she was exhausted. The necromancer was tired of lying to protect the people around her. And with his chuckle, something told Quinn she didn’t have to lie to Silas. “I’ll be sure to invite you that night as long as the image of me snapping is neck won’t paint me in too bad of a light”, there was chuckle laced between her words, but there was no humor to her eyes. Only the ghost of regret.
She had no words for him, Quinn just found herself peering across the table at the wolf before her. Such a powerful creature, majestic in his own right, but she wondered if he had meant to speak so honestly. He had the ability to make her feel something, a warmth that she had thought died in the icy waters of the river. Quinn swallowed, the smile seeming to finally reach her eyes. “You miss her, don’t you?”
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ivashkovxx:
Silence found itself between them again as Adrian considered, his mind meshing timelines and ideas together as the street signs passed them. Months? Years? “What is time, a day or a year?” He asks, his eyes drifting toward the woman. “It only has the power we give it with our ideals.” It was true, considering the span of a week could mean nothing if the decider agreed to it. But it seemed as people, they all enjoyed the presence and pressure of a schedule. “But if you were looking for something more placable, eight months and two weeks, give or take a day.”
He was cryptic, but part of her always loved that about him. He wasn’t easy, he was a puzzle to be solved. It was a challenge that only gave the greatest reward. “Pretty specific there”, Quinn let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding, a soft grin daring to make an appearance in the dark. “I know we’re not together anymore”, she started, already regretting the words, “but can we never go that long without spending time together again?”, she asked, a rare vulnerability seeping into the necromancer’s words. She was tired of losing people who mattered to her, especially when it became clear that a long life was not something promised to them anymore.
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ivashkovxx:
Hands steered the car from the curb the moment she’d managed her way inside, the door a reassuring sound against the quiet purr of the engine. Though it took a minute for Adrian to solve her question, his gaze settled on the dimming lamps lining the abandoned streets. “I’ve always enjoyed your company.” Not exactly an answer, but also not a defense as he redirected them towards the main highway. “Shouldn’t that be enough?” Maybe he wanted to forget, and maybe Quinn would somehow fill in the blanks of his censorship for him in her own way.
It should be enough, but there was something deeper rooted inside of her that made the gears in her head move much too quickly for her own good. The last handful of conversations they shared as she embraced this darkness inside of her, turned away from the girl she had become. Part of her had been ashamed, but part of her had been afraid. Afraid that the people who mattered to her the most would be the one’s to reject her. “Time with you is always enough”, she confessed finally, only then tearing her gaze away to focus in on the road he took. “When was the last time we actually took a drive together?”
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These adventures were becoming too few and too far between for the young witches liking. It was natural for everyone to grow apart as they aged, but Adrian was one of the few people who made an impact on her life that mattered. He was the first person to teach her what it meant to truly care about another person. The distance that continued to grow with the constant changes in their world was impossible to miss. And yet, she still slid into the passenger seat of his car as it came to a stop in front of her darkened home. She still grinned over at the ghost of his figure, barely outlined in the glow of his dash. “So what is this witching hour adventure you were so eager to get me out to?”
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( confession : you are kinder than your monsters. )
Confess something you’ve thought about me on anon
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confession: I wish that I could be to you what you are to me, or at least the person you've always believed I could be. You deserve so much more than the lot you've been given, and there are few people in the world that live with as much compassion and courage as you.
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silasowens:
He grabbed a bag of frozen peas from the fridge, passed it over with a fault of compassion in his tone. “Here. For the swelling.”
Silas slammed the shot back, white knuckles pressing into the countertop as the heat settled inside. He was beyond livid. Quinn was a force to be reckoned with, as he knew whoever had exacted this kind of violence on her hadn’t gained the upper hand in honesty. He’d seen how others were intimidated by her power, this one must’ve been desperate to put her down, remove the perceived threat the only way they knew how. This was barbarian. It infuriated Silas that likely one of his own pupils had sunk to being a schoolyard bully, and had the audacity to do it right under his nose. Pouring another shot, he had the sense to stop his brain before speculation began on who the assailant could be. “Fucking coward,” Silas almost shook with emotion as he filled both their glasses again. “Look, we don’t have to talk any more of this, but just say the word, Quinn, and you’ll never have to see them again.”
There was no doubt about it, Quinn knew she had gotten the shit kicked out of her. The witch had no clue that this amount of pain was possible. She knew that when it hurt to blink, there was something wrong. Not that she would ever dare to vocalize it around anyone, especially Silas. The alcohol was helping, it was easing the ache in exchange for a warmth and fuzziness that only good scotch could bring. Another shot was tossed back, but she was silent. No playful oohs and ahhs at the sting of the alcohol, wide eyes were simply glued to the form before her. She was very much a people watcher, but this was a new kind of reaction from her friend. In many ways, there was a warmth that spread with the idea of there being someone out there who cared in such a way. “You have shit taste in frozen veggies”, she commented, attempting to lessen the tension that grew in the room.
Quinn finally brought the peas up to the bridge of her nose, unable to hide the wince as the cold came in contact with the broken bone. But not even that was enough to take her mind off his threat. “It took everything in me not to just open up a pit to hell for him”, she confessed, but an oddly placed smile dared to pull at split lips. “If I’m going to kill him, I’m going to do it in the ring for everyone to watch”, it was a defining thought, one that spoke miles to the pain and anger that was ever present in the witch. Instead of dwelling, Quinn tossed back her fourth shot. “No one’s ever really cared like that before, though”, she whispered, almost timid to admit such a thing to Silas.
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