I OBJECT!

Remember to specify muse for multi-muse blogs!

A - Affection: How affectionate are they during sex? Is it different with people they're romantically involved with? Can they sleep with people they aren't?

B - Body: Are they into a specific physique? Why or why not? Are they just preferences or complete turn offs?

C - Chatter: Do they like to talk during the act? If so what do they like to talk about? Is it just dirty talk or something different?

D - Dominance: Are they into those types of power dynamics? Or do they like to stick to whose topping and bottoming? If they are into it why? If they aren't why not?

E - Erotica: Do they read or watch it? Does it get them in the mood? Do they create it themselves?

F - Food: Do they believe certain foods can be aphrodisiacs? If so what foods are like that for them? Do they like using food in the bedroom or is it too messy?

G - Group sex: Have they ever tried it? Would they ever want to try it if they haven't? If they don't enjoy it why not?

H - Humiliation: Are they into it? Why or why not? How far will they go? Do they enjoy being de-humanized or is it more being made fun of?

I - Intensity: Do they like intense scenes? Or are they more a slow and take their time kind of person?

J - Jousting: Do they like having more than one object or person inside of them? If so do they prefer toys or just multiple partners? Are they curious about it?

K - Kiss and Tell: Do they talk about their sex life to others? If they do do they go into detail or are they more casual about it? Do they share photos with other people or are those private?

L - Licking: Do they enjoy using their tongue on their partners or is it too gross? If so what are their favorite places to use their tongue?

M - Masturbation: Is it a part of sex for your muse? Or is it something completely different? Do they enjoy watching their partner or being watched?

N - Nope: Do they enjoy orgasm denial or do they want to see how many times they can make their partner cum? Somewhere in-between?

O - Open: Do they enjoy having things in their mouth? If so what are their favorite oral fixations? (fingers, toys, giving oral, etc.)

P - Preference: Does size really matter to your muse? Whether it be for others or toys in general. Do they have a favorite type of toy they like to use? If so is it the same to use on other people?

Q - Quiet: Do they enjoy trying to see how long their partner can last without making a sound? Do they enjoy loud or quiet partners?

R - Risk: Are they into some risky kinks? (breath play, exhibitionism, blood play, etc.) If so what are their favorites? Do they practice them safely?

S - Suspension: Are they into being suspended like on a swing or during rope play? Or if not, what's the highest place they've ever had sex?

T - TMI: Your opportunity to talk about any dirty thing you want to talk about with your muse. Could be kinks they like or just facts.

U - Underwear: Do they enjoy lingerie or dressing up for their partner? Or is it too much of a hassle? Favorite garments to wear? Do they ever go without underwear?

V - Violation: Are there any kinks your muse flat out won't do or even people they know? Are bringing them up enough to turn your muse away from a potential partner for good? Any pet names get them like that?

W - Water: Do they enjoy shower sex or anywhere else that's wet like a pool or hot tub? Is it too awkward?

X - X Ray: What's going on under your muse's clothes? Do they have any special scars or places they like to be touched or avoided? Describe their physique and anything else you'd like to expand on.

Y - Yes: Do they have any specific turn ons? Things that will automatically make your muse say yes to sleeping with someone else. If not what are some other things that get them in a more romantic mood? Lighting? Dinner?

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

👕Appearance

What is your character's favorite physical trait they possess?

What would your character wear if they were told they had to gussy up?

Is there something about your character's appearance that they would change if possible?

Does your character have a favorite material they like to wear?

What are your character's opinion on scars?

How much interest does your character take in trends?

Is there someone your character tries to look similar to?

Does your character have a physical trait that they're known for?

What does your character smell like?

If your character could splurge on a particular garment, what would it be?

Is your character's favorite color a color they wear often?

Has your character gone through major stylistic or physical changes?

What is something your character would refuse to wear?

Is there a style your character is afraid they can’t pull off?

Would your character wear something someone else picked out for them?

Is your character's appearance more telling or deceiving?

What are your character's thoughts on wearing costumes?

Does your character have a favorite outfit?

If your character had to get a tattoo what would it be?

(the silence after a scream, the breath before goodbye)

Loss & Leaving

❛ Please don’t make me say goodbye. Not again. ❜

❛ You promised you’d stay. Why wasn’t that enough? ❜

❛ I keep waking up thinking you’re still here. ❜

❛ I tried to forget you. I really did. ❜

❛ If I asked you to stay, would you? ❜

❛ I didn’t mean to fall in love with you. I just wanted to feel something. ❜

❛ You left me to pick up the pieces, and now you want to come back? ❜

❛ I’ve buried a lot of things, but your name still feels fresh on my tongue. ❜

❛ Don’t you dare tell me this is for my own good. ❜

❛ You always leave when I need you most. ❜

Regret & Memory

❛ I should’ve told you how I felt when I had the chance. ❜

❛ Do you ever think about what we could’ve been? ❜

❛ Every song, every scent—it’s still you. Always you. ❜

❛ You were supposed to be my forever. ❜

❛ I saw you today. You looked happy. I almost called out your name. ❜

❛ I keep replaying that last moment over and over, hoping I’ll change it somehow. ❜

❛ I wasn’t trying to hurt you—I was trying to protect you. ❜

❛ I thought I could live without you. I was wrong. ❜

❛ You haunt every place I go. ❜

❛ I still sleep on your side of the bed sometimes. It’s pathetic, I know. ❜

Broken Trust

❛ Don’t touch me. You lost that right the second you lied. ❜

❛ How long were you planning on keeping that from me? ❜

❛ You swore I could trust you. Was that a joke? ❜

❛ I’d rather you hate me than pity me. ❜

❛ You looked me in the eye and still lied. That’s what hurts the most. ❜

❛ I forgive you, but I’ll never forget. ❜

❛ I would’ve given you everything. And you knew that. ❜

❛ You made me feel safe. That’s the cruelest part. ❜

❛ You didn’t even flinch when you broke my heart. ❜

❛ Was any of it real, or was I just convenient? ❜

Love That Hurts

❛ I love you, but it’s killing me. ❜

❛ I’d rather hurt with you than heal without you. ❜

❛ You can’t save me, and I can’t stop wanting you to try. ❜

❛ You’re my favorite mistake. My worst decision. My only one. ❜

❛ It hurts to look at you, knowing what we lost. ❜

❛ We could’ve had everything. Why did we choose this instead? ❜

❛ You’re the reason I stopped believing in happy endings. ❜

❛ I don’t hate you—I wish I did. ❜

❛ Tell me you don’t love me anymore. Just… make it sound convincing. ❜

❛ Loving you feels like bleeding and pretending it’s beautiful. ❜

After the End

❛ It’s quiet now. Too quiet without you. ❜

❛ I don’t know how to stop missing you. ❜

❛ Sometimes I catch myself reaching for your hand. ❜

❛ You moved on. I’m still here, waiting for a ghost. ❜

❛ Maybe we were never meant to last. But god, I wanted to. ❜

❛ I saw you with them. And for a moment, I was happy you were smiling again. ❜

❛ You said I’d thank you one day. I’m still waiting for that day. ❜

❛ Every time I start to heal, you show up again. ❜

❛ Maybe we loved each other wrong. Maybe that’s all it was. ❜

❛ I hope you find the peace I couldn’t give you. ❜

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 1960 Alfred Hitchcock film, Psycho. change & alter as needed.

"[Name], I hate having to be with you in a place like this."

"When you're married, you can do a lot of things deliberately."

"You sure talk like a girl who's been married."

"When you can't change a situation, laugh at it."

"[Name], this is the last time."

"It's like laughing through a broken jaw."

"You make respectability sound disrespectful."

"[Name], let's go get married."

"Headaches are like resolutions. You forget them as soon as they stop hurting."

"Aren't you going to take the pills? They'll knock that headache out."

"I don't need pills. Just sleep."

"You can do anything you've a mind to. And, being a woman, you will."

"I'll be perfectly honest with you, [name]. It's not that I don't trust you, but..."

"Or do I have to tell her, because you don't have the guts? Huh, boy? You have the guts, boy?"

"I'm sorry. I wish... people could apologize for other people."

"A man should have a hobby."

"You've never had an empty moment in your whole life, have you?"

"What are you running away from?"

"You know what I think? I think we're all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch."

"If anyone ever spoke to me the way I heard she spoke to you... I don't think I could ever laugh again."

"When you love someone, you don't do that to them. Even if you hate them."

"It's just that, sometimes, she goes a little mad. We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven't you?"

"I stepped into a private trap back there, and I want to go back, and try to pull myself out. Before it's too late for me, too."

"And I say, insect or man, death should always be painless."

"We're always quickest to doubt people who have a record for being honest."

"I ought to call the police right now!"

"I need to believe something. This is the first time I've ever come up against anything I couldn't understand."

"I didn't think the police went searching for people who weren't in trouble."

"I didn't lie to you. I just have trouble keeping track of time."

"You didn't spend the night with her, did you?"

"I did question him, believe me. I think I got all there was to get."

"Sometimes, Saturday night has a lonely sound. Ever notice, [name]?"

"Patience doesn't run in my family, [name]."

"I don't know where to start... except at the beginning."

"She's not missing so much as she's run away."

"[Name], please, it's just for a few days. Just a few days, just so they won't find you."

"You must have seen an illusion, [name]. Now, I know you're not the seeing-illusions type, but..."

"Maybe I am the seeing-illusions type."

"I wonder if we'll ever see [name] again."

"Some people are so willing to suffer for you that they suffer more if you don't let them."

"Someone was at that window. I saw the curtain move."

"We don't like the look of that sky. Looks like a bad day coming, doesn't it?"

"I've been doing all the talking so far, haven't I?"

"You are alone here, aren't you? That would drive me crazy."

"That would be a rather extreme reaction, wouldn't it?"

"I'd do just about anything to get away. Wouldn't you?"

"I'll feel better when all of this is explained... if it can be."

"When the mind houses two personalities, there is always a battle."

"These were murders of passion, not profit."

                                                                                  ❝  I shed my skin but                                                                              a  wolf  I  will  r e m a i n  ❞

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As he moves toward the doorway, he slows slightly, as if thinking better of something. “Hey,” he says, tone a bit softer now. “Zeke and Toni know you’re here. I mean, obviously they know you’re here.” A small smirk. “We weren't, like, subtle. But it’s not a thing. They don’t care.” Ray scratches at the back of his neck, gaze sweeping down over Sam’s form as she straightens out her dress. “Kids ain’t awake yet. You don’t have to feel weird about breakfast or bein’ here with me.”  That last part might’ve come out too earnest. He regrets it immediately.  To cover, he slips sideways toward the kitchen. “Y’know what, I’ll just go grab us plates. Room service incoming.”

He stops in the doorway and glances back. “And if you want me to shut up and teleport you out, I won’t be offended. But…” His mouth tugs to the side in thought. “You ever think about making the trip easier without all the ritualistic woo?”  He leans against the doorframe now, arms crossed. “You know Keeb Gandalf, right?” The question hangs in the air for a moment before Ray thinks to clarify, “Uh, the Fae Queen's old man? Weird dude, high-key hoards magic shit like a dragon librarian with ADHD?” Ray tilts his head, watching her reaction. “Anyway, guaranteed he's got something could probably simplify your border hops. Enchanted rings, memory coins, dimensional thread; maybe even a door key or two. Might be worth checking in with him before you go full nature trail.” He pauses, then adds, with pointed amusement: “Unless you’re just in it for the magic mushrooms. In which case, carry on, babe.”He disappears from the room without waiting for a reply, but his voice calls back from the kitchen after a moment:

"You can add actively hostile to some people too if it's not already on the list," not all of the Otherlands behave this way when she makes to cross the threshold, just some. The one near her hometown is as close to welcoming as a door can be. It never moves, it always lets her through. She chalks this up to being in friendly territory. It leads to Anna's lands, and Lysander and Violet's by extension. It knows her as an ally not an interloper.

"I, for one, would hate to walk into that without any preparation," she says loftily, leaning into the workaholic reputation. "Anna would be furious," she wouldn't, in fact she is more than sure that it would lead to a decidedly frantic search on the queen's part. As long as she is over the border she doesn't have much to worry about, but the border is nebulous in some places, and she has no desire to figure out how that plays out for her. Sam reaches to her neck for her best little ill gotten gift from the fae, her strand of gilded rowan berries, and lets out a small sigh of relief to find that she didn't take it off in a drunken impulse. She made the calculated risk to leave some of her iron jewelry back in her rooms (it clashed with her dress).

Blushing should be beyond her at this point with him given the ridiculous asks she made of him previously, but it manages to find a way up her neck and cheeks. He is right, they definitely did not employ any subtlety.

Stepping towards him as he retreats, she finds herself reaching for assurances she's not sure she can make. She should say it's not him, but it's not quite true. If they didn't see each other across war rooms and meetings with significantly higher stakes than a brunch at the country club this would be easier. And, because she is a consummate liar, she says it anyway, "It's not you. I had fun -- you are fun," and because it sounds a little too sappy and no one likes a clingy one night stand partner she adds as cheekily as she can manage while still the same shade as a tomato, "I'd even do it sober next round." It sounds even clingier and she wants to hit her head against a wall because it sounded so much better in her head.

It's practice that has taught her how to remain silent and not try to talk her way into further explanation. Instead, she laughs and grabs to his joke like a life line.

"Oh, no. I'd puke -- teleporting is not my preferred method of travel."

If she gets butterflies in her stomach from watching his face shift to something thoughtful when he tries to solve her problem, she quickly stomps the life out of them. Still, it is an excellent idea and one she could manage through Anna. "You're on to something there," she admits to the empty space he leaves behind, her feet leading her slowly towards the door as well.

"Yes and don't forget syrup -- and Tylenol!" she calls down in what is definitely too loud a voice for a sleeping household. Luckily, his trip away is short and she can take a sip of a heavily poured mimosa to take off the edge of her embarrassment and impending headache.

His bed sags as she takes the food and drink from him gratefully. "My hero," she says, taking a bite and then another sip of her drink.