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#last updated: 3/15/2025

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"Sometimes I think you make up words." (leon to wendy. i was a crim major lets get annoyingly emile durkheim with it)

@heartinhands, unhinged discord quotes.

there are two untouched folders set between them, with nearly drained cups of coffee. wendy pictures the vacuum the quantico basement is, the sky and the morning chatter washing away the moment the elevator descends. it could get dreary, and she finds that on some mornings, she much prefers the wordless noise of the streets well below her apartment. on others, she prefers the dreariness to mornings with holden as her only company in the lift.

in the folders are new photographs, and new photographs suggest newer, less than three-years-old cases and the ready absence of a subject. here is where the ugliness should show and stop her, but wendy is not, will never be, interested in the ugliness of it all— there are gaps, ones to be stoppered. new vocabulary and similar brush-offs while standing in the dark do very little to do that. she lifts the cover of her folder, and glances at the newer additions. ( road school has, so far, done enough to grant them credibility, she is told. it has potential, but she is less invested in the involvement of policework and the sequence killer bullshit. )

“i mean crime stops making sense when we stop trying to make sense of it.” she flicks through the photographs. a change in norms implies a change in data, and a change in data demands a change in tools. there is nothing senseless. the look on his face tells her to shift her focus. “people learn to adapt to change in society; reason doesn’t simply disappear— crime is just another response to what is happening around us.” she glances up. “i’m interested in understanding people. evil is comfortable fiction.”

#carr // ic.#heartinhands #ah durkheim my beloathed <3 i'll never miss the paper i needed to write at 2 in the morning because i Forgot #i have. no idea if the brush-up really did anything but hey #feel free to correct me at any point? askd

“so. england.” he pulls at his boot, establishes that it’s secure, and looks to her. it hadn’t been easy sailing— weeks of restlessness and salt water that never changed, except for when it grew a temper. at the first sight of what must be home, jonathan was plain relief and easy declarations and stories to cover plain relief. evelyn, however, draws most of his interest and attention, and he tries to summon his patchwork understanding of home. “ i'm guessin’ it’s everything like what i’ve heard. ” / @justanoasis

#rick // ic.#justanoasis #remember when i said i wish we'd gotten more for the gap before the sequel?#well. here u go #feel free to shift the timeline around though!!

cinderlynx

MESSAGE RECEIVED LOUD AND CLEAR , CAPTAIN CARNAHAN : and not unlike a curfew set in vain by a hovering , overprotective parent whose well meaning efforts amount nothing against the unstoppable force known as good ol’ teenage rebellion festered by a youth’s desire to jump the nest and fly far , far , far away , it goes in one ear and right out the other . he keeps his feet planted firmly to the ground , still apart from the deliberate demonstration of his shoulders rolling back into a state of low - tension relaxation , seemingly unbothered by the so - called - librarian’s scoldings . ❝ wanted some new reading material . ❞ easy , monotone . his finger runs down the leather spine of the novel he’d plucked as his thoughts take a turn for the worse , and he thinks about it , how a simple little revolver could bring ruin to the majority of these ancient artifacts in a matter of seconds . fragility and age go hand in hand , don’t they ? always had , always would . maybe he should take pity on the elderly after - all . ❝ sure , missy . i’ll ask ya’ to sign my permission slip next time while we’re at it . ❞ his mouth shifts into something a little too sharp to be considered a smile , but he handles the stolen book with utmost delicacy as he returns it to the shelf . then , in a show of surrender , his hands raise . ❝ looks like luck’s on y’er side for once . first time ? ❞

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to put it plainly: she currently cares more for the fate of the library and everything within it that she ever did about the stray thread of interest of a stranger. he’s young and she could pretend to understand, based on her haphazard recollection of her youth, whatever it is that had been and is running through his head. but there’s truth to the fact that you do forget these things the older you get, and she’s certain a childhood spent in egypt is not exactly comparable. “ you’ll find plenty of those in the sections open to public. here, ” she continues, a little breathless when she removes the book yet again to dust it over once, “ is where ancestral records and more are kept for the time being. what you had in hand could have been notes for the very first translation of a document or the document itself— fragments of it, at any rate, ” concealed with care to avoid unwarranted attention. “ careless handling of the original records is what… ” oh, gods. she tosses the cleaning rag at an indiscernible pile with more force than needed. “ yes this is a first, but it won’t be on my side the longer you keep here. ” very little good, she thought, had come out of letting a complete stranger have access to sprawling caches of papyri as old as these. england ran deep with greed, and she has seen enough of its result. she sets the book -- a glance at the cover informs her it indeed had to rest here-- back, and glances his way. american, that is evident. and right around the age she had been when she had handled her first shelf of books as a librarian. rude to the boot, too, but she has more pressing concerns at hand. “ how much of it did you read? ”

#cinderlynx #evelyn // ic.#spent the drive yesterday listening to a podcast on bookbinding and hiding translations of heretical texts #just. for context ajsksld

do you mind helping me with the back zipper ...? // for Wendy

@whatspoilers, slow burn, everything!

the appropriate word is stunning, but wendy finds herself slipping into the familiarity of early womanhood and the smell of powder rooms, when she had skirted around the how-do-i-look bait for reassurance and compliments with a quiet, you look good. then came the rush of events and parties and annalise and her apartment elsewhere in boston she had long emptied out. it had stood there, neglected, a hollow nesting doll with its inner pieces missing.

wendy is dressed in a sensible, dark skirt and blouse that is not smooth and rounded but angular in places to suggest severity. there is no room for contrast. river is timeless and smells of earth and ozone and dazzles. (this time, the host has decided against party games and she is relieved of her co-hosting. drink, talk, and leave for the closest restaurant. this time, wendy won’t be alone.) river is—

when she stoops to pull the zipper up, she can’t describe the brush of her fingers against skin as wholly intentional or unintentional. she can hardly describe the feeling that swoops down her throat and settles in her belly. it claws at her, taps politely at her ribs, and she tries to not picture it as a small bird. she is amused, she is not shy, and if this request had been deliberate— wendy can call the feeling a cousin to surprise, nervousness, and name it something quieter and sweeter.

up, up, up. the teeth of the zipline align and hide skin under a miniscule river of silver, and end in a valley where the dress curves at the back.

“done,” she murmurs, and rises.

#carr // ic.#whatspoilers

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mulder is fluent enough in klingon. he may lead you to believe otherwise (but that's on you really). but he is.

#german ❌ latin ❌ french ❌#only klingon is forever #mulder.#he's watched plan 9 from outer space 42 times. he's a trekkie. need i say anything else.

💬 + leon. whomever >:)

@heartinhands, this fun meme.

monday morning entails the following: stale coffee– his third cup gone cold in his grasp, because he hasn’t slept and hasn’t stopped, and scully’s probable second ( soy milk could never quite cut it, and mulder knows by the bite in her tone she feels guilty and is only half-awake ). reports, reports, reports. a half-baked job at translation. trouble brewing on the horizon, but those are bridges yet to be crossed. current company not to be included in the usual— but he would have thought otherwise. ( indistinguishable from any other day, really. )

here it lay, however. a half-translated sheet pulled out of somewhere.

“on…may ieuday. eigneursay , onmay ieuday. ait—esfay ueqay elay iableday emay iennetay asay arolepay.” he taps a pencil against his teeth. stops. taps. tastes metal at an unpleasant junction between his teeth and his gums. stops. “pig latin. i’m better with klingon.” he peers at the paper, and thinks vaguely of when he had kept his field notes up-to-date with an outmoded system of shorthand. thank humanity for technology, and the pain that comes with it. “the original is french; baudelaire, i think. it's uhh— mon dieu– fates que le dee-ah-bul me tee-enne…” ( efforts that would have earned an effective, if dry, correction from scully were she present: ‘...faites que le diable me tienne sa parole,’) “doesn’t matter,” he waves off the apparition of his high school french teacher’s aghast face, “what matters is what it translates to-- my god, do let the devil keep his word with me. i doubt he was particularly unhappy with the deal he made.”

#mulder // ic.#heartinhands #the roulette wheel was being extra funny when it picked guy voted least likely to sound remotely french #who also knows only french well Enough other than english.#the oxford graduate in him never really goes away. i promise you.#what do i tag this as.#bad french // ???? JAKSKSKD

b1ackliste

starter call! please specify muses- on both sides if you are a multi. variable length. you are more than welcome to request multiple muses if you'd like.

#for when i get back in a couple of days 🫡

starter call! please specify muses- on both sides if you are a multi. variable length. you are more than welcome to request multiple muses if you'd like.

#out // calls.#for when i get back in a couple of days 🫡

mythshire

✧ ˖°.🕊️.° 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐖 ··· a collection of years-later reunions, apologies spoken & unspoken, rebuilding what broke roleplay sentence starters from the ashes of what we were. genre: hurt/comfort, hopeful, bittersweet.

• You look good. Really good. I'm... I'm glad. • I keep thinking about what I would say if I saw you again, and now you're here and I've got nothing. • Five years. Has it really been five years? • I heard you were back in town. I wasn't sure if you'd want to see me. • You cut your hair. It suits you. • I'm sorry. I know that doesn't fix anything, but I'm sorry. • Do you ever think about us? About what we were? • I don't expect you to forgive me. I just needed you to know. • You were right. About all of it. I should have listened. • I've been carrying this around for so long, and I just... I need to let it go. • Can we start over? Not forget, just... start again? • I miss you. Is that allowed? Am I allowed to miss you? • You look like you've been doing well. I'm happy for you, I mean it. • I practiced this conversation a hundred times and none of them went like this. • What if we tried again? Differently this time. • I forgive you. I don't know if you needed to hear that, but I do. • I thought I'd be angrier. But I'm just... tired. • The last time we spoke, I said things I didn't mean. Can we talk about that? • I know I don't deserve another chance, but I'm asking anyway. • You're here. You actually came. • I wasn't sure you'd remember me. • I've thought about calling you so many times. • Do you hate me? It's okay if you do. • I got your letter. It took me this long to respond. • We were kids. We didn't know what we were doing. • I should have fought for us. I didn't, and I regret it. • You deserved better than what I gave you. • I see you differently now. Clearer, maybe. • Can I buy you a coffee? Just... talk? • I've been in therapy. Working on things. Trying to be better. • You were my best friend. I lost more than I realized. • I don't know how to fix this, but I want to try. • I was wrong. I need you to hear me say that. • Do you remember the last thing you said to me? • I never stopped caring about you. That's the truth. • What would it take? For us to be okay again? • I don't need us to be what we were. I just need us to be something. • You look like you've found peace. I'm working on finding mine. • I know I hurt you. I hurt myself too. • Can we sit? Just for a minute? • I'm not the same person I was. I hope you can see that. • You have every right to walk away right now. • I kept waiting for the right time to reach out, but there's never a right time. • Tell me what you need from me. I'll do it. • I dream about the day we stopped talking sometimes.

#out // prompts.

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SAPPHIC LOVE

A compilation of sapphic starters and actions. May contain suggestive material.

❛ You keep looking at me like you want to kiss me, so why don’t you? ❜ ❛ I’m not scared of the dark. I’m scared of not waking up next to you. ❜ ❛ I used to think I’d end up with a guy… until you ruined that for me. ❜ ❛ Tell me the truth—was any of it real, or was I just a game to you? ❜ ❛ I’ve never wanted to hate someone as badly as I want to hate you… and I can’t. ❜ ❛ I don’t want to be your friend if I can’t be your girl. ❜ ❛ I would burn down the world if you asked me to. ❜ ❛ You’re dangerous when you smile at me like that. ❜ ❛ You kissed me like it meant something. ❜ ❛ I see the way you look at her. Do you look at me that way, too? ❜ ❛ You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel like this. ❜ ❛ We said one night. You didn’t say anything about wanting to stay. ❜ ❛ You think I’m soft, don’t you? Say that again and I’ll pin you against the wall. ❜ ❛ God, I wish I hated you. ❜ ❛ You make me feel like I could be something good. ❜ ❛ You always come back to me, even after her. Why? ❜ ❛ If you leave now, don’t ever come back. ❜ ❛ I’m not the girl you think I am. I’m worse. And I still love you. ❜ ❛ You’re warm. Stay. ❜ ❛ I don’t care what they say. I’d hold your hand in front of the whole damn world. ❜ ❛ You’re not scared of me? Even now? ❜ ❛ You deserve better than me, but I’m selfish enough to want you anyway. ❜ ❛ I want your lipstick smudged on my neck. ❜ ❛ I’d rather fight with you than be at peace with anyone else. ❜ ❛ She’ll break your heart, you know. But you’ll still go to her. ❜ ❛ Touch me like you mean it this time. ❜ ❛ I don’t need saving. I need you. ❜ ❛ I don’t think I know how to love anyone except you. ❜ ❛ You left, and I still waited for you. What does that say about me? ❜ ❛ Tell me you don’t love me, and I’ll walk away. But don’t you dare lie. ❜ ❛ You think just because you’re tough, you don’t need anyone? Fine. Then why do you keep looking at me like that? ❜ ❛ I’ve taken bullets with less damage than your silence. ❜ ❛ You're not the law down here, princess. But you're starting to look like trouble. ❜ ❛ I didn’t ask you to follow me. ❛ ❛ And yet, here I am. ❜ ❛ I know I’m not what you’re used to. But you’re not exactly soft either. ❜ ❛ Don’t act like you’ve got nothing to lose. I’ve seen how you look at me. ❜ ❛ You wear that badge like armor. But I’ve seen what’s underneath. ❜ ❛ Every time you get close, I forget I’m supposed to keep my guard up. ❜ ❛ We don’t belong in the same world… so why do I feel safer with you than anyone else? ❜ ❛ You’re the last person I should trust. But you’re the only one I do. ❜ ❛ You keep calling me trouble, but you’re the one who can’t stop staring. ❜ ❛ You going to arrest me, officer? Or were you hoping I’d resist a little first? ❜ ❛ You’re blushing. Is it the dress, or just me? ❜ ❛ For someone who says she doesn’t like me, you sure make a habit of saving my life. ❜ ❛ You’ve got that look again. Like you want to kiss me and punch me. ❜ ❛ Careful, [Name]. Keep talking like that and I might start thinking you like me. ❜ ❛ You want me to behave, but every time you touch me, I forget how. ❜ ❛ I know you’re dangerous. That’s half the reason I want you. ❜ ❛ I’ve seen how you look at me when you think I’m not watching. ❜ ❛ If you’re going to pin me to the wall, at least buy me dinner first. ❜ ❛ You keep acting like you’re above it all, but I know you like it when I get close. ❜ ❛ Admit it—you like when I get bossy. ❜ ❛ You hit like a truck. It's kind of hot. ❜ ❛ If I win, you owe me dinner. If you win… I still want dinner. ❜ ❛ You think I’m pretty when I’m angry? Good. I’m always angry. ❜ ❛ I bet you're just dying to know what lipstick I wear… want a closer look? ❜ ❛ You're the only person I’d let touch my weapons. Don’t make it weird. ❜ ❛ You keep showing off like I’m not already impressed. ❜ ❛ Try not to fall for me mid-fight. Or do. That’d be fun. ❜ ❛ We could spar… or we could do something a lot more fun and still break a sweat.❜

#out // prompts.

💿

@whatspoilers, movie recs!

orlando (dir. sally potter, 1992). england, 1600. queen elizabeth i promises orlando, a young nobleman obsessed with poetry, that she will grant him land and fortune if he agrees to satisfy a very particular request.

paheli (dir. amol palekar, 2005). kishanlal marries the beautiful lachchi, but the day after the wedding, he leaves on business for five years. when kishanlal reappears only a few days later, lachchi is delighted, but this new kishanlal is in fact a spirit who has taken the form of lachchi’s husband, after having seen her by chance and fallen in love with her. four years later, the real kishanlal returns and the townsfolk must determine who is who.

#out.#whatspoilers #okay i cheated a little (a lot) and didn't necessarily stick with one singular blog or muse but ajskd

videog4mes

CLOSE PROXIMITY PROMPTS. a series of dialogue and concept based prompts. change verbiage and pronouns as needed. (send + reverse if desired.)

dialogue.

you can take the bed, i'll sleep on the floor.

i'll take the bed, the floor is all yours.

you think you could maybe... let me squeeze in a little?

you couldn't have found a different tiny closet to hide out in?

i'm not trying to be this close to you, there's just no space in here.

is that your foot touching mine?

for what it's worth... you smell really nice.

did you even shower? ugh!

huh... i never noticed the color of your eyes before.

hurry up! just get in, sit in my lap if you have to!

i really don't want to be alone tonight…

please… stay with me?

come on, i'm not leaving you alone.

concepts.

trace. sender is much closer to receiver than usual and notices something different and gently traces their finger along that part of reciever's face. (beauty mark, scar, dimples, etc.)

couch. sender and receiver wake up after accidentally napping on the couch together.

floor. for whatever reason, sender and receiver choose not to share the same bed or couch. one party takes the floor and both keep striking up conversation, whether it is bickering or heartfelt.

twin bed. sender and receiver share a twin bed, likely too small for them and causing them to be closer than usual.

small space. sender and receiver have to hide in a closet or locker that hardly has anyroom for them. they're hiding from something or someone, but they can't help but to notice the way the other's heartbeat.

#out // prompts.#guilty pleasure of a trope i'll be so real

games on your list currently? 👀

fear and hunger 😭 it's been on my wishlist FOREVER and i keep wanting to get into it but alas.........

#out.#not much else lol i don't play games a hell of a lot

videog4mes

IT'S BEEN 84 YEARS ... SLOW BURN, EVERYTHING! a collection of random dialogue and action based concepts for those muses that are taking their sweet ass time or are being oblivious. some nsfw themes and strong language ahead. change verbiage and pronouns as needed. (send + reverse if desired.)

dialogue.

wait ... that's it? i've waited all this time for you and i only get a peck?

if i don't move away from you right now, i might just kiss you.

do you mind helping me with the back zipper ...?

this is never gonna happen, is it?

let's not keep wasting each other's time.

so ... are we just gonna eye-fuck all night or actually do something about this?

you have a crush on me?

do you or do you not love me? i need to know.

were you ever going to tell me?

i've been in love with you for as long as i can remember.

i never thought this would happen ... you've always been just out of my reach.

i can't wait anymore for you to open your eyes and realize i've been here all along.

why do you keep staring at my lips ...?

concepts.

hover. sender is standing so close to receiver that their lips are inches away. both are acutely aware that they keep staring at one another's lips and then eyes. does someone make a move?

at last. sender and receiver finally share their first kiss after an accidental confession of longterm feelings and it being reciprocated.

love note. sender sends receiver a letter confessing how they feel. how does receiver respond?

love in the rain. after a dramatic exchange between sender and receiver that ends with a deep kiss ruined by sudden pouring rain, receiver drags sender indoors to continue where they left off.

the zipper. sender asks receiver to help them with a zipper that's gotten stuck or is out of reach. the tension between the pair is high while receiver attempts to help.

friends don't. sender and receiver are best friends who are really comfortable around one another. sender who is in love with receiver, accidentally ends up on top of receiver during a playful moment. in that moment, it becomes obvious in the way that sender looks at receiver of what they feel for them. how does receiver respond?

#out // prompts.

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get to know me!

nickname(s): meira. my friends can think of not very polite ones.

zodiac: capricorn.

last movie i saw: thirst (2009), probably like three weeks ago

last thing i googled: situational model of inference-making. just academic shit 🙃

favourite musician: i've been listening to NIN and paramore quite a lot more this year. so?? i guess?

song stuck in my head: listening to umineko's soundtracks while studying. not exactly stuck in my head, but yk.

other blogs: god knows i'm a weeb at heart (1, 2), but i do love my horror (3, 4). i also have one (1) kim wexler blog.

do i get asks: sure.

following: somewhere in the double digits. all moots i'd love to bug if i haven't already.

amount of sleep: anywhere between 1-7 hours. i've been trying to regulate it, but my workload can and will fuck it up again and i'm back to no sleep at all and two cups of black coffee on an empty stomach ajskd

lucky number: ?? no idea.

what i’m wearing: basic-ass t-shirt and pants.

dream job: pay me to do research / test development / even just interviews for a research project, and i'll be the happiest person in the world. put me in a purely clinical setting and i will cry.

dream trip: literally anywhere new. i'm not exactly picky, and i love travelling lol

favourite food: do mangoes count?

play any instruments: my parents had me take violin lessons. and i didn't learn much at all.

languages: english, hindi, very sparse german-- though i can read it with more ease. i've only ever learned how to speak basic tamil, never read or write. picked up enough marathi and thai to know when i'm being cursed out.

favourite songs: anthems for a seventeen year old girl (broken social scene), dreams (fleetwood mac), sugar (garbage), this isn't the place (NIN).

random fact: i'd been in an all-girls boarding school during my 8th grade, and may or may not have spread a rumor regarding a ghost that persisted / escalated for a few years after.

describe yourself as aesthetic things: supremely specific DM-with-one-costume-and-too-much-coffee at your D&D session vibe. idk what to write here.

tagged by. stole this <3 tagging. you!

#out.

“you asked. and i did tell you. everything? mmn— i conveyed what was relevant.” / @stteresa, sc.

#stteresa #patrick // ic.

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