prompts based on lines from fanfics that hit different after the tenth read
Slayer, Slayer, Monster Killer//Into the den//A blazing Inferno//Defender of the Innocent
Cauterize the wound.
Blood quickly began to fill the water.
Blue tint surrounding the lips.
He'd take jazz over a symphony, rock over jazz, and a crazy buscar in the tube station creating something insane with a violin, a beat box, and a pedal drum over rock.
I also wrote a gay version, if anyone wants it.
The thinness of the shoulder bothered him.
The curse was simple but badly done; convoluted and too mixed up with his own energies to be easily removed.
"Your parents are fucked up. I'm serious, that's Fucked Up."
With a coat like blood. Like cherries. Like candy.
"...Correction...I might be bleeding."
It was the best protection he could give.
"I can't believe you just called your own behavior petty harassment."
Cleaner than he'd been in eight months.
"Go curse somebody else. He doesn't belong to you--you can't have him."
Never had to initiate a virgin before.
The thought was idle.
Imagine if you will...
"The game is over. Do you understand?"
He was pissing blood.
"You asked for respect, I'm giving it to you."
Too tired and weak to fight properly.
"I haven't felt any strong emotions since I was a kid."
"What color is the sky right now?"
"So they will be the same age. So they can have adventures."
"I'm done keeping secrets for you."
"Sure. Why not take away the last thing I have left."
'Pretend.' It rattles in his brain.
No wonder people talked.
"Although this totally explains why you were in love with me like once a year for three years in a row."
"No, I do not have a scrunchie."
He'd never been brave enough.
"It's basically a game of sexual preferences."
It wasn't the personality serum, but it was some form of mind control.
It had been so goddamn long since they had heard any sort of tune at all.
"It's one of my grounding techniques."
"Please. Never say anything like that again."
He was also good at being randomly, devastatingly kind.
"I bet I could pick you up. Wanna see if I can?"
"I will not elaborate."
Carefully lit gym thirst traps.
He bit his fist, dried his eyes, and didn't make a sound.
"Because I am through with you. You aren't worth the effort."
Sees them glimpsed in mirrors and reflective surfaces; and the newest ones most often.
"Thanks for letting me feel alright for a bit."
It was homemade, and heavy, and hurt.
"You're not afraid?"
It was just as well.
"If I planted something on him there's a chance it could get lost."
"You're too good for me."
"Please. I don't want you to disappear again."
With an awkward, coltish sort of grace that makes her look decades younger than she is.
'Strange' is a family trait.
"Just want to rest with you. This is good."
"I shot my dad when I was fifteen."
Refreshing. Invigorating--where the fuck are these words coming from?
"Go find a nice ditch to crawl into and die there, not on our floor."
"I'm used to the cold, darling. Don't worry. There are worse things to endure."
"They gave us twenty dollars for nothing."
"Amazing, for once, your remarkable ability to repulse and horrify women saves the day."
"...Okay, okay, don't look at me like that; I'm a huge asshole. But not in that way."
"Like organizing your pornography collection."
"I just need some time. Right now, I don't know what I'm feeling."
They started it out like the leads in a bad B Movie.
"I said that about Jaws. That movie was terrible by the way."
"You're still my first choice."
Three years in the womb.
To be honest, they'd expected to die.
Looking back on it now he felt like the biggest idiot for not realizing what a huge Red Flag that had been.
"You want to come with us?"
"Back then I didn't even know about consent."
"If my dad ever comes back from his 'business trip' you kill him and we're even."
They have no idea what their Tragic Backstory is, so they make up a new one every time someone asks.
Don't want to train today? Too bad, you either fight the giant centipede or DIE.
"They ain't that bad compared to some of the shit I've eaten."
"I hate being brainwashed. And mind controlled. And sold, and handled without asking, and...being a thing for people to have."
"The research I took to find the gag I was thinking of was very uncomfortable. No, Google, I don't want BDSM gags, please stop giving me that option."
"I have a room and extra blankets. You'd probably fit into a few of my shirts, too."
"You're not trying to burn my apartment down?"
'Oh. Oh, it's going to kill me.'
"You refuse to take a shot at Adolf Hitler because you are not a murderer."
"Because she totally didn't punch that guy to defend your honor, and you totally didn't swoon."
It's a perfectly common ingredient in a lot of cultures! There's blood pudding, blood soup, blood tofu--that's a real thing and it's delicious.
"Did you just make them tell us about their sexual awakening?"
It's red berry jam. It's not really blood at all. They just call it that to make their kids think they're tough blood-eating warriors.
"Now stop having a crisis about being an eldritch abomination."
And that's exactly why broken bones are a testament to their mercy.
"I've been gone a long time, haven't I?"
Seems like a normal breakfast, right?
They are not friends. And yet.
"They're innocent. They never asked for any of this."
"I thought you loved me, but you're just like everyone else."
The candies are always gone within a day.
Backpacking across the end of the world.
"I should be worth, like, at least two goats. Or even one of those cute mini pigs, maybe."
"Apparently I'm from the past and you're from the future."
"Well, I drove an ice cream truck and didn't die."
The common areas became populated with candles, dishes of salt near the doorways, little piles of pennies in crevices.
The small bruise they expected to see is not small at all. It's huge and almost black and it's spread against the entirety of the left side of the stomach.
"You mean because you beat the shit outta me? Nah. I've got a pretty high tolerance for getting beat up. Seems like I just end up friends with them, even when I lose my S/O to them."
