PROMPTS FOR TOUCH-STARVED MUSES *  adjust As Necessary, Send 'reverse' For The Reversal Of Action Prompts

i've lost my memory for whatever reason and i don't know who you are but i just have a feeling that i'm supposed to trust you (said feeling is completely wrong and it's an enemy of some sorts)

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a mixed canon & original character ( . . . ) independent & private multi muse blog ! muses found from these lores [ acotar. twilight. greek myth. arcane. + more. ]

here for actual writing. 21+ lesbian. ivorie.

do not interact with me if you are actively writing with darkslautr/evenf4ll.

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Hyungsun Ju via instagram.

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keep reading, don't let me distract you.

ivory skin was flushed pink, goosebumps peppering across her entire core— up her arms, down her spine.. sera arches herself into her beloved elain. a book was in her hand, a finger pressed against the rough paper to keep her place, her blue piercing orbs dares to snatch a glance at the lover between her thighs. the woman’s words were gentle. “keep reading, don’t let me distract you.” she can’t— every time the ancient fae attempts to read a word across the paper, a kiss is planted upon her inner thigh, leaving her breathless. “don’t— stop.”

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PROMPTS FOR THE MORNING AFTER *  adjust as necessary, nsfw implied

this... isn't my bed.

i'll make us breakfast.

wait, how long have you been here?

did you stay the night?

you're so beautiful like this.

did i give you that hickey?

don't get up. stay right here.

kiss me again.

nice bedhead.

are you... wearing anything?

this was a bad idea.

i've wanted to do that forever.

did you enjoy it?

i did a number on your back. sorry about that.

is this your shirt?

maybe you should go.

i had a great time.

if you stay, i'll make us coffee.

i shouldn't have stayed over.

come back here. please?

i've never been like that with anyone before.

there's a bra on the ceiling fan.

did we... actually...?

we could do it again, if you want.

you made me feel... incredible.

was it... okay?

you look beautiful in my bed.

what do you remember?

was i too loud?

you can borrow my shirt.

i guess this makes us more than friends.

this can't be happening.

i could spend the day just like this, right here with you.

is that a hickey?

this was just for fun. it doesn't mean we're together.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

should we talk about it?

what time is it? i'm late for work.

how long have you been awake?

i remember... everything.

we should do that again sometime.

i think we cuddled.

that was the best night of my life.

what parts do you remember?

why don't you stay for breakfast?

was it good for you?

the sex was great.

how do you like your eggs?

are we still friends?

sorry, i've got morning breath.

i'd really like to keep seeing you.

i'm glad i invited you in.

finally... fucking finally.

please don't leave the bed.

don't make fun of me if i walk funny.

this doesn't mean anything.

my friends are never going to believe this.

i don't even know who i was last night.

no one's ever taken care of me like that.

let me help you clean up.

maybe we should forget this even happened.

i'm just going to... leave.

you said some wild things last night.

you're wearing my shirt.

maybe we could make this a regular thing.

am i blushing? i'm blushing, aren't i.

where did i put my glasses?

your clothes are in the living room.

i need a shower.

your hair's a mess.

you make a great pillow.

i thought we agreed this would ruin our relationship.

did i do something wrong?

we were pretty loud.

do you want me to leave?

i asked you to stay the night.

i bet your neighbors hate us.

stay like this.

well, that's one way to bounce back.

what about round two?

don't let go of me.

why don't you join me in the shower?

we can't keep doing this.

we're fucked, aren't we.

how long have i been asleep?

i tried to keep feelings out of this. i really did.

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well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

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Tillie Olsen, from her short story collection "Tell Me A Riddle," published in 1960

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ROMANTIC GESTURES : bold what applies to your muse, italicize if there's potential / depends, strike out absolute negatives! [ lucien. ]

tagged by: no one i stole this from my lovely @seerfawn tagging: whoever wants to do this cute lil thang.

holding hands · buying/creating flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two the same straw · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · stargazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument while gently guiding their hands · compliments · drawing them · self - made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight [ verbally / physically ] · joint bubble baths · dropping the l-bomb [ " i love you " ] · dedicating a song to them · wearing their clothes ( def uses the same hair ties. ) · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · grant them the last bite [ of a meal ]

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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂  𝐑𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  .  (  pt  3.  the  first  admission  )   Moments  of  hesitation,  breathless  confessions,  and  the  weight  of  words  finally  spoken    ✧  ˚₊  Themes:  vulnerability,  tension,  relief  &  the  fear  of  ruining  everything

✧      ›     𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒    &    𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓

My  muse  stumbles  over  their  words,  finally  managing  to  say,  “I…  I  think  I’ve  been  in  love  with  you  for  a  while.”

My  muse  fidgets  with  their  hands,  avoiding  your  muse’s  gaze  as  they  whisper,  “Do  you  ever  think  about  us?  Like…  more  than  just  friends?”

My  muse  lets  it  slip  without  thinking,  eyes  widening  as  they  murmur,  “God,  I  love  you—”  then  freeze.

My  muse  bites  their  lip,  hesitates,  then  finally  sighs,  “I  don’t  know  how  to  say  this,  but…  I  think  you  mean  more  to  me  than  you  should.”

My  muse  confesses  in  a  quiet  moment,  looking  down,  “I  don’t  need  you  to  say  anything  back,  I  just…  needed  you  to  know.”

My  muse  shakes  their  head  with  a  soft  laugh.  “It’s  ridiculous,  really.  I  was  scared  to  tell  you  because…  I  didn’t  want  to  lose  you.”

✧    ›     𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓     &     𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

My  muse  snaps  in  frustration,  “Do  you  really  not  see  it?  How  much  I—”  then  stops,  realizing  what  they  almost  said.

My  muse  confesses  in  a  moment  of  desperation,  gripping  your  muse’s  wrist  as  they  plead,  “Just…  tell  me  I  don’t  have  a  chance,  and  I’ll  stop.”

My  muse  looks  away,  voice  barely  above  a  whisper.  “If  I  tell  you,  everything  changes.  And  I  don’t  know  if  I  can  handle  that.”

My  muse  confesses  in  a  reckless  moment,  pulling  your  muse  close.  “I  should’ve  said  it  sooner.  I  should’ve  told  you  before  it  was  too  late.”

My  muse  breaks  the  silence  with  a  strained  voice.  “I  don’t  want  to  pretend  anymore.  I  can’t  keep  acting  like  I  don’t—like  I  don’t  feel  this  way.”

My  muse  clenches  their  fists,  staring  at  the  ground.  “I’m  in  love  with  you.  I  have  been  for  years.  And  it’s  killing  me.”

✧    ›   𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃     &     𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅

My  muse  blurts  out,  “I  think  I—”  then  immediately  shuts  their  mouth,  cheeks  burning.

My  muse  tries  to  play  it  off,  laughing  nervously.  “I  mean,  it’s  not  like  I—uh,  you  know,  like  you  like  you  or  anything—”

My  muse  nearly  confesses  but  quickly  backtracks.  “It’s  nothing.  Forget  I  said  anything.”

My  muse  starts  to  confess  but  gets  interrupted,  then  panics,  saying,  “Never  mind!  Nothing  important!”

My  muse  trips  over  their  words,  then  just  sighs  in  defeat.  “Screw  it.  Yeah.  I  like  you.”

✧    ›   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒     𝐈𝐍     𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄     𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

My  muse  whispers  it  against  your  muse’s  skin,  their  breath  warm.  “I’ve  wanted  to  say  this  for  so  long…”

My  muse  confesses  as  they  tend  to  your  muse’s  wounds,  their  hands  gentle.  “You  don’t  get  it,  do  you?  I’d  do  anything  for  you.”

My  muse  leans  in,  voice  barely  audible.  “Tell  me  I’m  wrong.  Tell  me  you  don’t  feel  it  too.”

My  muse  murmurs  it  in  the  dark,  thinking  your  muse  is  asleep.  “…I  love  you.”

My  muse  says  it  in  the  middle  of  laughter,  their  expression  softening  as  realization  dawns.  “God,  I  love  you.”

My  muse  admits  it  right  before  a  goodbye,  voice  breaking.  “I  didn’t  want  to  leave  without  telling  you.”

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Il Gattopardo (2025)

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