She  Finds  Silence  After  A  Non-committal  Hum.  Unreactive  And  Broken  Into  Far  Worse 

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ADRIA ARJONA getting ready for the LOS FRIKIS premiere at the Miami Film Festival on April 6th, 2024

DR.  MALIK  AMARI  STATUS:  DECEASED.  KEY  NOTES:  she  wears  a  lot  of  his  things;  more  specifically,  a  pair  of  his  sunglasses  and  a  braided  leather  bracelet.  there  are  many  things  of  his  she  keeps  as  mementos  (  an  bottle  of  his  cologne  she  can't  bring  herself  to  smell,  a  few  journals  )  but  most  was  given  back  to  his  family.  gloria  went  through  a  lot  of  therapy  to  come  to  terms  with  and  accept  her  grief.  While  Malik  is  someone  she  will  carry  forever,  it  does  not  keep  her  from  giving  all  of  herself  to  loving  someone  else.  she  does  not  bear  his  loss  as  a  punishment  for  anyone  who  loves  her.  she  will  never  make  a  single  comparison  or  hold  anyone  to  the  standards  set  by  malik.  he  is  a  component  of  her  dedication  to  practice  and  a  beautiful  piece  of  her.

Gloria  met  Malik  through  her  sister-in-law  (  cat  ),  as  he  was  part  of  her  graduating  class.  his  field  of  study  was  general  surgery,  but  he  changed  his  specialty  to  pediatric  surgery,  reflecting  his  character  and  the  depths  of  a  very  caring,  poetic  heart.  it  was  a  slow  start,  but  no  less  significant.

gloria  was  fresh  out  of  her  honourable  discharge  as  a  combat  medic,  nursing  internal  and  external  wounds  as  she  began  medical  school,  and  he  was  at  the  start  of  his  residency.  their  first  conversation  was  of  poetry  wherein  he  teased  her  accent  when  she  spoke  arabic,  and  she  shot  back  that  his  spanish  could  use  some  work.  malik,  in  his  smooth  matter  of  existence,  used  this  as  a  segway  to  pursue  her  because  they  would  help  one  another  speak  the  respective  languages  better.  gloria  agreed  and  from  there,  malik  taught  her  that  love  could  be  patient,  it  could  be  gentle,  but  no  less  passionate.

he  cradled  her  heartache  and  gave  it  a  safe  place  to  begin  mending.  they  were  living  together  within  eight  months  of  dating.  he  had  proposed  after  a  year  and  a  half  but  they  made  the  promise  to  wait  until  she  began  her  residency  to  get  married.  nearly  four  years  together,  a  home,  a  vast  collection  of  records,  literature,  travel  and  trinkets.

malik  completed  his  residency  and  was  offered  a  position  in  New  York,  but  he  would  accept  it  only  after  another  tour  with  Doctors  Without  Borders.  he  and  gloria  had  spent  two  summers  volunteering.  it  was  not  out  of  the  norm,  not  out  of  character  for  either.  important  for  the  proud  son  of  a  Palestinian  mother  to  offer  all  he  could  back  to  what  she  had  sacrificed.  there  were  children  around  the  world  wrapped  up  in  chaos  beyond  their  control.  malik  went,  gloria  had  stayed  behind  to  begin  her  residency  and  their  wedding  date  was  reserved  for  his  return.

malik  never  came  home.  he,  along  with  several  other  practitioners,  nurses  and  medics,  were  killed  or  injured  by  way  of  American-made  bombs  dropped  in  Syria.  gloria  would  carry  the  rest  of  her  residency  in  silent  greif,  detached  from  everyone  around  her  to  focus  on  her  job,  focus  on  others,  focus  on  every  other  person  outside  of  herself.

it  comes  from  a  place  she'll  never  have  for  herself  -   CONCERN,  sincerity  cornering  him  with  tenderness.  ❛  take  the  phone  off  the  hook  and  disappear  for  a  while.  ❜  there  with  a  gentle  palm  against  his  chest,  a  smile  that  aches.  ❛  it's  alright,  you  can  afford  to  lose  a  day  or  two.  ❜

lyrical sc // @rbnvtch

85﹕ brock  grabs  gloria  roughly  by  the  hair . @rejectory

his  fingers  curled  in  her  hair,  sharp  and  punishing,  tilting  her  head  back  with  a  force  that  dared  her  to  push  back.  the  pain  flared  in  her  scalp,  she  inhaled  slow  and  deep,  a  ritual  of  the  agony  she  graves.  gloria  held  his  gaze,  unblinking,  unmoved.  breath  hitched  in  her  throat,  not  from  fear  but  fury,  caged  and  coiled  like  a  venomous  serpent  waiting  for  its  moment.

she  smiles,  but  it's  all  teeth.  all  sickness  and  hunger.  that  familiar  rot  curled  beneath  her  skin  whenever  he  got  too  close.  her  hand  snaps,  pressing  a  thumb  just  under  his  jaw.  the  button  to  remind  that  she  could  drop  him  if  she  wanted  to—  if  she  needed  to.  pressure-honed  and  sadistic  against  the  artery's  pulse.  ❛  what's  it  going  to  be,  rumlow?  ❜  a  laugh  slithers  up  her  throat.  all  that  violence  she  tries  to  forget,  tries  to  hide  under  florals  and  martyrdom,  breathes  like  a  second  pair  of  lungs.

❛  we  fighting  or  fucking?  ❜

LOCATION  BASED  SMUT  PROMPTS

TRANSPORATION 

one muse gives the other oral while they drive. 

driver uses one hand to finger the other while on a long road trip.

muses join mile high club in an airplane restroom.

in an airplane one muse has to be quiet while the other muse plays with them in their seats.

muses tease each other in the back of a taxi cab on the way home. 

while driving home after a date,  they get too impatient and pull into a parking lot to have sex. 

while driving in the middle of a forest,  our muses pull onto the side of the road for sex. 

our muses are on a road trip but a thick fog forces them to take a break.  they have sex inside the car while waiting for it to clear. 

while at the drive in theater,  muses participate in foreplay. 

while at the drive in theater,  muses forego watching the movie to have sex. 

revenge sex in someone else’s car. 

sex in someone else’s car due to impatience and carelessness. 

a quickie while parallel parked on a busy road. 

in an empty train car while freighthopping. 

in a crowded bus,  one muse sitting in the others lap purposefully and subtly grinding to get them worked up. 

in a private jet,  on the way to a business trip. 

in a private jet,  on the way to a vacation spot. 

one muse masturbates while the other drives. 

driver instructs the passenger to touch themselves through guided masturbation. 

while one muse drives,  they describe what they want to do to the passenger who isn’t allowed to touch themselves. 

NATURE

sensual sex in a secluded meadow during a picnic. 

one muse holding the other up against a tree. 

in a cabin in the middle of a rainstorm late at night. 

in a cabin in the middle of a heavy snowstorm during the day. 

in the bed of a truck in front of hiking trails. 

in the bed of a truck while stargazing. 

a plateau overlooking the ocean on a cloudy day. 

one muse has been napping in a hammock and the other wakes them by beginning to finger them. 

muses get distracted from sunbathing and start to fool around by a poolside or lake. 

inside a gazebo while it rains. 

a little ways off from a hiking trail,  hidden by thick foliage. 

mutual masturbation while camping in a tent. 

beneath the shade of trees in the middle of an orchard. 

between rows in a vineyard. 

hidden away in the dead end of a hedge maze. 

PUBLIC

in a bar or restaurant,  one muse sneaks under table to eat out the other. 

in a bar or restaurant,  muses discuss in detail what they’re going to do to each other once they get home. 

inside the stall of restroom in a bar. 

inside a single bathroom of a place of service (restaurant,  store,  club etc.)

in a hotel room,  up against the window overlooking a busy city.

a quickie in a diner restroom before getting back on the road. 

up on a rooftop where no one is supposed to be. 

inside one muses’s office. 

inside a third party’s office they shouldn’t have access to. 

inside an empty church on a weekday. 

one muse fondling the other while they’re trying to shop. 

foreplay and teasing in the dressing room of a store. 

oral performed while hidden in a storage room or closet. 

inside an abandoned house. 

hushed sex while staying in the guest room of another’s home. 

in the middle of a park late at night. 

PRIVATE

on the floor,  in front of the fireplace to warm up after coming inside from winter storm. 

one muse on the bathroom counter while the other stands. 

in front of the bathroom mirror so they can watch themselves. 

to break in a new house or apartment,  boxes scattered about and furniture newly placed. 

bent over a table while something bakes in the oven. 

on the kitchen counter with half-eaten plates of breakfast forgotten. 

one muse spread out across the top of a grand piano,  pretty woman style. 

rushed and desperate,  messy on the couch because they were too impatient to even make it to the bedroom. 

one muse riding the other while the tv plays in the background,  movie forgotten entirely. 

on the balcony in early morning,  where neighbors might see,  but no one will likely look. 

@weaponid

You should go.

This is a bad idea.

honey  gaze  scours  the  delicate  clutter  of  tools.  all  foreign  to  her  knowledge  and  oddly  comforting,  as  if  by  some  extension  of  who  he  was  could  quell  pockets  of  unrest.  the  tightness  in  her  chest  loosened,  just  a  little.  she  keeps  so  many  horrors  there,  unearthed  like  a  vandalized  mausoleum.  gloria  follows  the  sound  of  his  voice,  leans  back  into  the  warmth  of  his  presence  behind  her.  her  fingers  hover  over  the  spools  before  settling  on  one  —  a  dusky  blue,  like  the  swirling  sky  of  a  storm.

❛ this  one.  ❜  she  murmurs,  voice  low  enough  to  keep  it  steady.  gloria  focused  on  the  feel  of  it,  every  sensation  of  lips  adorning  skin  and  distracting  racing  thoughts.  ❛ don't  go  too  easy  on  me.  ❜

@medicbled

"here, let me show you something." voice and touch are gentle yet firm as he ushers them to his work desk and tugs gloria down, wooden office chair squeaking in protest under their combined weight. before them stands a rotary vise fixed around a fishing hook and a collection of colorful threads, feathers, flash, and beads kept in organized chaos. there's a storm brewing in that head of hers and this method, distraction and redirection, has always been effective in quieting his own busy mind.

"we'll do an easy one," josef begins, reassurance offered in the form of a squeeze and pecks against the slope of her shoulder between sentences. "pick a thread."

gloria de lima edits. // mutuals may reblog representation of physical grief, exhaustion, vulnerability and the weight of what she carries. the side of her that few people have the privilege of seeing, the intimacy of these moments is built from trust and understanding or the shared experience. for someone to look at her and accept the worst and most difficult parts of her soul is to truly love her and see her.