𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛

describe a time your muse committed a justified act of violence.

describe a time your muse felt truly free.

describe a time your muse just couldn't help themself.

describe a time your muse committed a crime.

describe a time your muse discovered something about themself.

describe the earliest birthday your muse can remember.

describe a time your muse broke the rules.

describe your muse's feelings on their gender.

describe your muse's feelings on their sexuality.

describe a time your muse felt truly loved.

describe a time your muse lost their temper.

describe your muse's very first kiss.

describe the moment your muse discovered their passion in life.

describe a time your muse longed for something so deeply it tore them apart.

describe a time your muse worked themself to exhaustion.

describe a time your character was treated medically.

describe a time your muse made an unheard cry for help.

describe a time your muse couldn't care for themselves.

describe a time your muse couldn't commit to something or someone.

describe a time your muse realized they were in love.

describe a time your muse felt betrayed.

describe a time your muse learned devastating information.

describe a moment your muse reminisces about often.

describe a moment in which your muse lashed out violently.

describe the first time your muse held a weapon.

describe a time your muse blacked out.

describe a moment your muse was absolutely terrified.

describe a moment your muse went into fight or flight mode.

describe a moment your muse had a big, life-altering revelation.

describe the first time your muse took someone's life.

describe a time your muse went somewhere they shouldn't.

describe a time your muse sneaked out of the house.

describe a traumatic experience from your muse's childhood.

describe the first concert your muse ever went to.

describe your muse's dream [ engagement / wedding ].

describe an outing that went terribly, horribly wrong for your muse.

describe a time your muse found themself somewhere unexpected.

FOR PAIRINGS:

describe a time our muses slept in late together.

describe the moment receiver knew they were in love with sender.

describe the first significant fight our muses got into.

describe a time receiver thought they were going to lose sender.

describe the first time receiver realized they were comfortable around sender.

describe a moment that receiver felt betrayed by sender.

describe a private thought receiver has had about sender.

describe a time our muses went on a long scenic road trip.

describe a moment where receiver held onto sender a little tighter.

describe a moment of pure joy between our muses.

describe a moment where sender made receiver feel safe.

describe a moment of grief and mourning between our muses.

describe a moment where receiver lost their temper with sender.

describe a moment where receiver broke down in front of sender.

describe a moment receiver jumped into action to protect sender.

describe a kiss between our muses that 'shouldn't' have happened.

describe a day/night our muses lost track of time together.

describe the first date our muses ever went on.

describe the day our muses got the keys to their first place.

It was cold in Dravania, nothing like Coerthas’ constant snowstorms, but too cool nonetheless. Thancred, who was used to the bright sun of La Noscea and the deserts of Thanalan, wished he had put together something with better sleeves. Even the warmth of the fire did not help him much against the icy winds this far north.

The others were well asleep by now, huddled in their tents. Their next destination was Anyx Trine, for some such reason – Thancred had not been paying attention to the details. He had not been paying attention to much of anything since he had learned that Minfilia was missing.

Missing! He had rested easy in the knowledge that she had escaped with the Warrior of Light, but knowing that she had been left behind to deal with the guards herself – no, he knew that was not the case, but he could not help but feel some ire for the Warrior who escaped at her expense. All of this had been to protect her, to make up for the mistakes he had made in her life, to make sure that she had a fulfilled life.

And she was missing!

So deep in his brooding was he that he did not notice Sid exit his tent until the other man was sitting near him. He glanced up, focusing on Sid with his one good eye, and gave him a half smile.

And then there was Thancred.

Arriving in the knick of time, a stalwart blade rushing to their aid. He had made it, out here and in the wilds with naught but his wit and the skins on his back. He was amazing... and he looks up to him, truly! Yet... why is there an aching in his chest? Frustration begins to bud where it should not, and it only seems to grow the longer he allows himself to sit with it. I need to be stronger, to be better, if he was then maybe... maybe Minfillia wouldn't have been lost to them.

Sid casts the other that selfsame grin, lopsided as it takes its place on his face.

"Yeah... a bit too cold still for my liking", he gives a half-hearted shrug as his arms wind themselves around his middle, a shiver courses through him then.

It's brief, but then he's looking the other way, straight ahead towards the uncertain horizon. Maybe there, he'd be able to throw it away. The guilt, the fear, the doubt. A Warrior of Light needs not hold onto such things. He hopes that their friend hasn't caught a glimpse of it yet, that Mother would do well to give him that bit of privacy. Or perhaps, if he sunk deep enough into his own shadow that they wouldn't be able to see it writ in his frame.

"... Do... do you mind that I join you?", he only thinks to ask now before he had wandered over.

"... Yeah, h- hopefully! But, let's worry about that later...", he chuckled for the both of them, his concern laying with staunching the wounds she had so that he wouldn't be saddled with the instincts and urges to bite and tear.

It's like a hunger he's never had before, something raw and tired of lurking in the depths below. Born of the pits that have long sprouted in his stomach, scratching at the lining of his stomach. They aren't gentle anymore, and soon it will demand to blossom. That's why they have to hurry. So that when she's taken care of and off his shoulders, he can sink his teeth into a packaged morsel bought from the store.

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☀◌♡ Summertime starters ♡◌☀

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🍉 – slices watermelon and offers your muse a piece.

🌊 – dives into the ocean, splashing water everywhere.

🕶️ – lowers their sunglasses to watch your muse walk by.

🧺 – sets up a picnic blanket under the sun.

🍦 – accidentally drops their ice cream cone and sulks.

🐚 – collects seashells along the shore.

🎐 – listens to a wind chime on a breezy summer evening.

🌺 – places a flower behind your muse’s ear.

🌴 – naps in a hammock between two palm trees.

🍓 – feeds your muse fresh summer berries.

🌻 – stands in a field of sunflowers, waiting for someone.

🍧 – eats too many cold treats and gets brain freeze.

📸 – snaps pictures of your muse by the water.

🎇 – watches fireworks light up the summer night sky.

🏖️ – builds a sandcastle and invites your muse to help.

🌅 – wakes up early to catch the summer sunrise.

🏄 – falls off a surfboard and laughs at themself.

🌬️ – fans your muse with a folded magazine.

🍍 – makes fruity summer drinks and hands your muse one.

💦 – starts a playful water fight with your muse.

🌤️ – complains it’s too hot and hides in the shade.

🍒 – balances a cherry on their nose and dares your muse to try.

🧴 – helps your muse apply sunscreen.

🌈 – points at a rainbow after a summer storm.

🧃 – brings your muse lemonade and sits beside in the grass.

"You were given a choice, a simple one." Quan Chi drops his expectant hand and instead stalks closer, towering over the other, encroaching more and more on his space, seeking to corner the man. "And you choose to keep what is not yours. You choose pain. You choose poorly."

Quan Chi can feel it, the anxious thrum inside the other's chest, the quivering beating of a heart, a fledgling demon presence having latched itself to the man - separation would no doubt kill him, and perhaps on some instinctual level the other realizes this… or perhaps it were still sentimental attachments alone that guided his decision.

"It will give me no pleasure to force it out of you." A bare lie, and the quirk of his lips betrays it, but there is no need to hide his intentions now. He always enjoys the initial struggle, the shock and awe and horror… how will the blade present itself under threat?

Hackles continue in their rising, both out of fear and agitation, Sid moves further back in the dark. Right until his back hits the wall, where corners meet and the other looms dangerously from above. The dwelling athame has the means to fight, never one to surrender, but the vessel is weak. With what power it held to forestall his death impending, it is certain it will not have enough to provide him with the proper strength he'd need. Furthermore, he hasn't had a 'proper' meal either. Loathsome, utterly loathsome... but it would have to do. For now.

His eyes sharpen when that hand wanders too closely to his arm, only to water at the tearing of his own skin.

This wasn't the sorcerer's doing. It had been building up to a point, focused to press and jut out over bone until finally something was born. Breaking beneath nails and forming over his soft flesh, the fissures made hissed in retaliation to the other attempting to seize him-- or rather it, the one behind the conjury. What blood that might've been spilled onto the floor begins to crystalize along the skin, forming a vein like pattern, much to Sid's dislike. It hurts terribly, but he has been through worse, and worse is still yet to come.

There aren't any words spoken, not that there needs to be. The silence is filled by his quickened breaths. He's trying to swallow it down, in a poor attempt to appear less like prey and more like the devil he was sure to become. His hand splay aggressively, like claws as his arm wavers as he still holds it out. Stay back.

so i got watching a ton of new tv shows lately, and it occurred to me that actually i do love it when characters are unexpectedly saved by someone who just happened to be exactly in the right place at precisely the correct moment, yk? and i failed to think of the right name, so the title of this list is entirely thanks to a very dear friend of mine who informed me! so here's a list, i hope you guys love it, DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST OR EDIT IT!!! i like to edit them over time as new ideas come to me.

[ ALIBI ]: the sender provides a false alibi to protect the receiver from legal issues.

[ HAND ]: the sender suddenly arrives to grab the receiver's hand before they fall to their death

[ CAR ]: the sender arrives on scene as the impromptu getaway driver for the receiver (who hadn't been expecting it).

[ FATAL ]: the sender unwittingly arrives on scene when the receiver is being attacked, and to protect the receiver, they kill the assailant.

[ DISTRACT ]: the sender provides a diversion so the receiver can escape a dangerous situation.

[ OUT COLD ]: the sender knocks out an assailant before they can seriously wound the receiver.

[ DUNNO ]: the sender lies about the location of the receiver in order to protect them from pursuers.

[ FAKE ]: the sender, in a situation where they're forced to kill the receiver, only pretends to kill the receiver and takes their "dead" body away in the car.

[ SACRIFICE]: the sender sacrifices their life to ensure the receiver's survival.

[ BACK-UP ]: the sender arrives just in time to help the receiver in a fight.

[ EXCUSES ]: the sender provides an excuse for the receiver to stay at an event where they shouldn't be.

[ HIDDEN ]: the sender hides the receiver from pursuers.

[ SHELTER ]: the sender finds the unconscious receiver and brings them to a safe place.

[ HERO ]: the sender tackles the receiver out of the way of an attack.

[ RUN! ]: the sender tackles the attacker so the receiver can make a safe get-away.

[ FIGHT ]: the sender fights off the assailants so the receiver can flee to safety.

[ INTERCEPT ]: the sender unexpectedly emerges and stands between the receiver and a threat.

[ MISDIRECTION ]: the sender points a group of pursuers in the opposite direction to buy the receiver some time to hide.

[ SANCTUARY ]: the sender opens the door when the receiver knocks in search of help, and brings them into their home.

[ REPUTATION ]: the sender, being somewhat infamous in the area, arrives when the receiver is being hassled, causing the assailants to flee rather than risk the consequences of crossing them.

[ RECOGNIZE ]: the sender pretends to know the receiver in order to help them avoid unwanted attention.

[ AFAR ]: the sender incapacitates, distracts or kills an assailant from a distance to protect the receiver.

[ FRIENDS ]: the sender, unable to attend directly, sends friends over to protect the receiver when they encounter a threat.

[ NEGOTIATE ]: the sender intervenes in a tense situation and manages to smoothly persuade a potential threat to leave the receiver alone.

[ BRIBE ]: the sender gives a threat a significant amount of money to leave the receiver alone.

[ ANNOUNCE ]: the sender issues a declaration that the receiver is under their protection, assuring all potential attackers that any attempts will result in a brutal retaliation from them.

VERBAL PROMPTS:

" they're with me. "

" i was with them all night. "

" hey! these guys bothering you? "

" i wouldn't do that if i were you. "

" you must've really pissed those guys off, huh? "

" follow my lead... "

" don't worry. you're safe here. i won't let anyone hurt you. "

" you're lucky i found you when i did; those people were right down the street. "

" get in the car! now! "

" i'm gonna buy you as much time as i possibly can. make it count, okay? get out of here. now! "

" you can come out now. they're long gone. "