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Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Brutally, horribly, bloody. Just do it.
STRANGE SENTENCE STARTERS —— for the creative writer in you. Send these in and see what your partner comes up with as a scenario!
*These are completely interchangeable, they’re just in categories to make it easier for all of y’all.
FOR AMIGOS;
“How many times are you going to do that, exactly?”
“You were right. As per usual.”
“Sometimes it’s hard to see the lines you’ve drawn until you’ve crossed them.”
“You’re surprised because you have a soft spot for hot blondes.”
“Is that – that’s a naked Scarlett Johansson on your fridge.”
“You can stay, but for no more than two nights.”
“Please don’t look in this drawer. Please.”
“I told you not to pick him up, he’s very sensitive.”
“Yes. I might have given you rabies. But in my defense, that’s ridiculous and I didn’t.”
“I’m sorry, my cell phone data coverage does not cover the bullshit zone you’re in.”
“Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.”
“No, I’m serious. Stop it right now or I won’t give you the last cookie.”
“You think I’m kidding. But I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”
“How much would a stripper cost and why so much?”
“I’m going to buy you a drink. Next week. On Thursday. When I get paid. Can you swing this one?”
“Hippos are hungry, hungry! And you are considerably larger than a small piece of lettuce!”
“When I was little, I used to be afraid of mummies. And now look at me. I love dead people!”
“I don’t even miss my ex-boyfriends/girlfriends, I just miss my glockenspiel.”
“It happens to everyone, you just sell your skirt for some coke.”
“Please do not pull your pants down in front of baby Jesus.”
“That’s not the phrasing you want to use.”
“Because nothing says heterosexuality like a gold sash.”
“Please don’t take it out on my boobs.”
“When it gets really windy I look like a bizarre combination of Marilyn Monroe and Cousin It.”
“We have to change our names and run away to Mexico. It’s the only way. Adios.”
“How much money do you have on you?”
“Please tell me that’s a raisin and not a tiny hamster shit you’re eating.”
“Life is a lot better when you put things on your head.”
“For someone who’s not very deep, I’m incredibly not shallow.”
FOR LOVERS;
“I need you to remind me what it feels like to love you.”
“I love you. What? No I don’t. Forget I said anything.”
“I need you to tickle my feet but like, sexually.”
“If we got married, would I have to take your last name? Or could we just make up a new one?”
“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
“I heard you say his/her name in your sleep last night. Want to explain or should I just leave?”
“I want to spend the night with you tonight. But I also want to sleep on your side. And without you on the bed. So technically I just want your bed.”
“Please don’t be proposing to me in an empty parking lot.”
“Stop saying you’re sorry, you stupid fucking broken record. It’s done.”
“I’m not jealous, I’m curious. About the things you were doing. With him/her. Without me.”
“Your mother’s looks could kill. Actually, are you sure they haven’t before?”
“If you’re breaking up with me tonight, can I at least eat first?”
“Stop sweating. It’s not attractive during sex, and it’s not attractive now.”
“Are you – are you checking me out? In the line for the confessional?”
“We have to go. I might have told your mom I’m pregnant. I don’t know why I said that. I’m not.”
“So what you’re saying it that you’re snorting sugar to get excited for sex.”
“My dog licks better than you do.”
“But through every stupid thing you do and say – and those are a lot, by the way – I love you.”
“I don’t care if you’re growing another head. I’ll talk to both of them. I love you.”
“And I’d take fifty years of not talking to you for just a day of doing so. I promise that’s a compliment.”
“I don’t want to hide this anymore. I’m not some dirty little secret, you American Reject.”
“This is a bit too dramatic for my taste, so can we skip it and have sex instead?”
“I don’t want you to think of me as your personal sex toy.”
“Thanks and all, but that makes me feel like a low-class escort, so.”
“A kiss in exchange for every nice thing you say about me. Deal?”
“Promise me you’re not like him/her. I need to hear it from your mouth. Promise me.”
“Look, I’ve had my heart broken before. I’m not ready to let you in just yet. Anywhere.”
“Don’t leave me here. Anywhere else, okay, but not here.”
“I wish I could say that was the worst sex I ever had, but I’ve had worse.”
“I just blew you. Could you look a little happier about it?”
“I’m attracted to shiny things, so if it looks like I’m staring at your chest, it’s because I am.”
FOR TEXTERS;
[text] This is upsetting my poop.
[text] Hey, are you up? If you’re not, can you wake up? I need some help.
[text] So it involves feces and large birds.
[text] She said that to you? Why?
[text] Please come back. I miss you.
[text] What are you good for if you’re not gonna bring me ice cream?
[text] Can you ignore that last text? It wasn’t meant for you. I’m sorry.
[text] …did you just send me a nude?
[text] FUCK OFF YOU ONE-EYED WHORE.
[text] I don’t know why I said that.
[text] Leave it to you to fuck the simplest of requests up.
[text] Do we have to go to their wedding? He’s only my first cousin.
[text] How much does ‘I love you’ mean to you?
[text] I am not stalking you. But you should do something about your bathroom, it’s gross.
[text] Please. I need this so badly.
[text] I trust you completely.
[text] I’m a genius. You’re a peasant. Everything makes sense again.
[text] Hey, buddy! Got like, five hundred bucks I can borrow? Times ten.
[text] She lost it. She completely lost it. She said her uterus was attacking her bone marrow.
[text] I will not get you donuts.
[text] Please? I love you.
[text] I think I’m gonna go to sleep now, but you keep thinking that.
[text] I can’t say this out loud. They might be listening.
[text] I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t think he’d duck when the ball came at him, I’m sorry.
[text] You’re cute.
[text] I just need you to understand how important you are to me.
[text] Fuck off.
[text] Okay. Guess we’ll leave it at that then.
my choice of being selective and or exclusive is not because i believe myself to be better than anyone or that i am aiming to be cliquey. it is because i am shy about my portrayal and writing. it is because i don’t always have the time or the muse. it is because i like to know and be comfortable with everyone i write with. never think it is because i don’t like you or think i am better than you. remember we all have our reasons or insecurities, we all have rights to write with who makes us happy and or comfortable.

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Send me a name and my muse will talk about the first time they remember meeting someone that goes by it.
If I don’t reply or I take ages to:
It’s drafted
My mood doesn’t fit
I’m trying to equal your perfection
I’m brain-dead
I lost the reply
I’m easily distracted by something else
All/some of the above
and please feel free to remind me if you want…
Ghosts disappear when the lights are on, when you finally can see your way out of the darkness; humans disappear when the lights are off, when it’s too dark for you to see your own movement, when it’s full of danger and despair that’s when humans disappear, that’s when they leave you. So tell me now who should you really fear?
VàZaki Nada (via vazakinada)
Send me ┼ for my muse's reaction to walking in on your muse
Number Generator
1. Standing over a body
2. Covered in blood
3. Unconcious
4. Being attacked
5. Torturing someone
6. Struggling to breathe
7. Committing suicide
8. Having a mental breakdown
9. Wearing just a towel
10. Wearing sexy lingerie
11. Completely naked
12. Kissing someone
13. Having sex with someone
14. Watching porn
15. Masturbating
16. Taking suggestive pictures
17. Drunk
18. Practicing pick up lines
19. Asleep
20. Dancing with themselves
21. Packing their bags
22. Climbing out the window
23. Crying at a movie
24. Crying
25. Mun’s choice!
Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing

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could you guys reblog this if you don’t mind rping with nonbinary muses that use they/them pronouns? i know some people feel uncomfortable about it. but i’d like to follow some people that don’t mind!!
PSA:If you jump into my ask box repeatedly IC or OOC, or just reply to or like my posts often, I will adopt you.
Will Graham icons. I made these once upon a time and I have no use for them anymore but you’re all free to use them. Credit is not necesarry, but appreciated. I do take requests and will almost always fulfill them if you’re nice to me tbh. I was going to upload these in a text post but with tumblr’s new layout it was taking too damn long so I put em on hollow art.
count: 140 too fucking many
inhiiding:
‘ since when were we friends ? ‘
‘ Do we have to be? ‘
Less is more… (more or less).

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[ Could you please reblog/like this post if you and your muse are not only looking for romantic/sexual relationships and are really open to real friendships? I’m looking for new rp-partners too. Thank you! ]
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seduttore:
From the dashboard, the glowing interface of the clock reads an ungodly hour to be out at. She’s encountered no one on the roads, not even a single beam from a police man warning her to slow, no trucker with a midnight haul, no family up for an early road-trip towards the shore. It is an eerily quiet night, a bit foreboding, a bit foreshadowing, chasing down her dark luxurious car into the well illuminated out skirts of a gas station. It is right outside the town she has just passed through, void of any cars except the lowly car of the attendant.
It is a perfect place for a break.
Bedelia is on the run, but from what she will not say. Armed with a car full of her finest things, she has made preparations to depart from her home and feeling west, in a direction she is most unlikely to be found in. By car is much easier to remain ambiguous, a plane makes it far too easy to identify her. Out here she can run forever, if only her iron horse would go without gas. But technology was not that advanced, and there was no way around fueling up the expensive vehicle.
Out of place is an understatement to the regal woman, who, after filling the car entered the small mart, intent on find a hot tea to keep her awake with. She is sharply dressed in a fur coat and suit-like dress, low heels elevating her beyond her five foot three stature. The attendant is only caught from the corner of her eye, and when she turns back to face him with her tea in a portable cup, Bedelia offers a slight, small smile out of politeness and nothing else.
“A box of Menthols, please,” she adds once at the counter, again, the smile only of politeness and not of geniuity.
A black pen, ball point, scribbled furiously and aimlessly across a green square of scrap paper. Music played quietly out of a small, rectangular, radio. The music was fitting for the atmosphere, and ominous. The man that stood behind the counter scribbling, however, felt right at home under the greenish flourescent lights, by himself, essentially getting paid to do nothing. To wait on customers that rarely came, and if they did it was some tweaked out kid looking for a bag of chips, or maybe even Narnia. Perhaps that was why he was surprised to hear the door squeal open, but his eyes did not look up from his green square of paper, as he was intent on coloring it black with his pen. For a moment he felt eyes on him, and his own looked up. It was apparent by the way he initially looked up at her that he was annoyed by her prensence, but his annoying quickly morphed into something ---- different.
A thin layer of sweat coated the woman’s face, threatening to bead up and drip down her face. He also made note of her makeup... her strangely vintage appearance. In a way she was remarkably beatiful, but there was something lurking beneath that unique beauty. It reminded him of celophane stretched over piles of hot tar. Something boiling underneath the surface ---- fear?
Fear.
Fernando could smell the woman’s fear...
and it smelled sickly sweet.
Flashing a predatory smile, with unnaturally white teeth, Fernando’s ink stained hand hovered over the selection of cigarettes. Smoking was a vice he often engaged in, among other things. In fact, he was currently inebriated. He probably reeked of tequila, but we’re all just fortunate he chose not to pop pills. It made him weird.
‘ Camel? ‘