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Note: due to the nature of RHPS, a lot of these are somewhat risque, albeit in a sorta cracky way. Nothing here has to lead to direct NSFW, but doing so would be pretty easy. (So’s Janet!)

“It’s okay. My lungs are still in my body. I’m good.”

“I have plans for your fake dick.”

“It doesn’t matter! Nothing matters! Just form a kickline!”

“Please yourselves. Not literally. At least, not on stage.”

“This is why we keep the feather boas in quarantine.”

“You- you’re a lot. I like you.”

“This is when you start to get groovy.”

“I could kiss you. I could marry you. I could buy you ice cream.”

“IT’S WEDNESDAY NIGHT. WHO’S READY TO GET SLUTTY?”

“Shit, I thought this was water polo practice.”

“Biochemical research gets me so hot.”

“This is the weirdest aerobics session I’ve ever seen.”

“I claim my prize.”

“I haven’t been this aroused since Nixon was president.”

“Where are the horses? I thought there would be horses.”

“I need you to channel your inner vodka aunt. I need you to channel your inner 10,000 vodka aunts.”

“Make it weirder. I know it’s weird. But make it weirder.”

“You’re, like, a sex god. You’re like a Nobel Prize winner sex god.”

“I like to approach all my problems crotch-first.”

“Okay, who here knows the Funky Chicken?”

“I’m so proud of you. You’re going to make me cry.”

“Anyone have a tampon?”

“Anyone have a hair band?”

“Anyone have any idea what’s going on?”

“There will be no actual nudity and no actual murder-cannibalism- at least, if everything goes according to plan.”

“Where’s the glitter and why is everyone sober?”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m having a good time.”

“You fuck with my boas, I will fuck with you.”

“It’s all cool. Nothing is on fire. Yet.”

“We’re allowed to step on you if you’re in the way.”

“OH SHIT MY TITS ARE OUT”

“I’m glad that we dream about each other in the worst possible ways.”

“It’s awful. I love it.”

“You. Me. Selfie. Now.”

“Feel this fabric. Now imagine it rubbing against your nipples. Frantically.”

“We are not responsible for any weird boners you may get this evening.”

masterlist of autumn and halloween themed sentence starters! some are original, but most are collected from other posts.

​❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞

❝ did you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? let me see it. ❞

❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞

​❝ let’s paint pumpkins. ❞

❝ hurry up! we’re going to be late for the costume party! ❞

❝ help me decorate! ❞

​❝ let’s open some windows, okay? ❞

​❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞

​❝ bring a jacket! ❞

​❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞

​❝ let’s go pick pumpkins! ❞

​❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞

​❝ you sound sick. are you sick? ❞

*sneeze* ​❝ sorry, allergies. ❞

​❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞

​❝ looks like it’s time to rake the leaves… ❞

​❝ let’s go get hot chocolate then go for a walk. ❞

​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞

❝ let’s go jump in the leaves! ❞

​❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞

​❝ it’s dark?! already?! ❞

​❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞

​❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞

​❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞

❝ did you hear about the werewolf/vampire/witch roaming around this town on halloween night? ❞

❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞

❝ i don’t get scared. i’m practically fearless. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ we have to get out of here! ❞

❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞

❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞

❝ what did you get? ❞

❝ want to trade candy? ❞

❝ i got a rock. ❞

❝ don’t blame me! it was your idea to come in here! ❞

❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞

❝ i just can’t wait for halloween! ❞

❝ you should totally buy that costume! ❞

❝ trick or treat! ❞

❝ happy halloween! ❞

❝ happy fall! ❞

❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞

❝ i’ll race you through the corn maze! ❞

❝ that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks. ❞

❝ aww come on! it was a prank! ❞

❝ please, please, PLEASE no scary movie marathon! ❞

❝ that wasn’t funny! ❞

❝ i keep tripping over my costume. ❞

❝ i’m not sure we should go down that street. ❞

❝ no fair! your costume is getting you more candy. ❞

❝ faster! we need to get to all of the houses! ❞

❝ forget being ‘too old’ to trick or treat. i’m doing this forever! ❞

❝ i don’t like these woods. ❞

❝ i just saw something! ❞

❝ look at that intestine cake! ❞

❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞

❝ do you think stuff really happens on halloween? like..supernatural stuff. ❞

❝ i made us matching costumes! ❞

❝ i think i just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us? ❞

❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞

❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞

❝ you shouldn’t go out there! ❞

    Lollygagging to fancing the women around him? Potentially making extra coin from the lie on his face? Typical Bookman procedure. Until he heard the man shout or utter “strike” in the face of one of the more beautiful patrons, this truly would be the phantom Lavi who left. Hands folded on top of the table as her gaze remained binding onto his figure. 

  He knew she was here; it wasn’t that hard to spot a brunette and her vulture-headed cane in the crowd. Especially when his fleeting glance to and fro the bar was most certainly obvious.If it were to be, playing the avoidance game wouldn’t ever be a bother for her to continue. As, well, the eldest Hatter was far too stubborn to give up. 

   Drawing back to memory, the Bookman never found the difficulty of playing the observer, practically ignoring others, depending on his wants. It explained why he off and vanished in the middle of the night, not even a goodbye in person– Sophie slipped her hand down into the side pocket of her dress, clutching her phone, hand shaking for the moment. 

  For the moment she withdrew her gaze from him, her eyes closed and she inhaled deeply. Her hand retracted its touch from her phone and she shook her head. Was this event at all appropriate? Was she even in the right to fume at a now stranger who disappeared so recently? Would it be easier for her to cast him off and never bother with such problems? Disassociate while she can before the world crumbled again under her feet..–

   “–Huh?” She gently shakes her head, eyes focusing now on the table where a hand presents a glass and her eyes immediately scope to the face it belonged to. Irises dilate and her unwavering stare fixated on the redhead in front of her. Finally, Lavi encouraged himself to actually confront the mess which was abandoning people. Or, maybe he had just been made to do his work. Either way, words would be needed to be exchanged. 

    “We should probably talk.”

    Never bothering to observe the glass or its content, only aware that it was milk in it, the niceties of the Bookman were short-lived from being honored in her mind. Reiterating the fact, Sophie glanced at the glass and turned back to looking at his, brows slightly raising,

    “We need to talk. I suggest we take it outside if you can ‘remember’ how I am in your memory.” 

  Without any verification of his agreement or disapproval, the woman rose from her seat. 

     It would be a lie to say that he always thought of the Hatter. But she did come to mind quite frequently. They came more often when he’d just left, the regret still fresh in his system. Often were days where he thought, “maybe if I just went back, things could be normal again.” But realistically, it wouldn’t work. The bandaid had already been ripped off. The sting would be there until the wound healed. And the sting was definitely on both sides of the field.

     “How could I forget~?” Sophie was quite memorable, even if she didn’t realize it. From the times she’d attempt to make a quick exit after saying something strange, to the amount of love she had for her sisters, to the late hours she’d work just to make sure everything was done, after sending everyone else home. The words he wrote in that letter were the absolute truth. She was someone he couldn’t forget even if he tried.

     He hadn’t even sat down. But, he also didn’t want the drink to go to waste. “At least take the drink with you.” Lavi pushed it a little closer, before finally heading towards the door. While he was slightly dreading the inevitable yelling that would come from the short woman, it was still quite nice to see her.

    Escapism was of tales her late spoke of when it came to the fictitious ideas of redemption, justice, and happily ever after. Dawning to her at the age of eight with his debilitating health, forced to endure walking with the same vulture-headed cane Sophie held onto to this day, life’s unfairness came with the understanding of variable of instability. Life remained fragile, easily stolen. With his death came the death of trust with a world that didn’t shine a sparing light for one meant to uphold debts, contracts, and promises or a business and family. 

   Alas, what she considered once possible in Talia had been tarnished now twice. Thudding her head, face flaring with heat, her eyes stared at the name of one who disappeared two years ago without a simple face-to-face exchange. Like a thief in the night, and once again in her life, her worries had spilled over in the form of a late notice and that time, it’d been a letter at her door. 

“’Cause you’re one of those people i’ll remember for a long while. we had some good times. think of those for me, will you?” 

    Of course, the Hatter couldn’t forget. Practically extending a hand of trust to the redhead, the hold of him slipped as only a phantom remained. How many more times would she be needing to confront ghosts of the past, filling in spaces she thought were already not needed? She didn’t need to return to the thoughts of worthlessness when realizing how deserted and apparently lonely it was without them – She didn’t want to go through this again on Talia, where she was meant to run off. 

    –And how did she exactly handle this? 

    The scariest of them all glared with daggers readying towards Lavi Bookman Jr. from across the bar, hands folded on top of her lap. Truthfully, the spotting of the rambling and excessively chatty woman in the stilling silence repelled any potential patrons from coming nearby. One or two already tried making a heavy flirtation yet, she remained positively bullheaded to keep all attention burning at the bartender. 

     What could he say? Ladies dug the eyepatch. They wound up flirting, and he ate it up. Tips were tips. Plus, all the numbers he got on napkins made for good coasters at home when he was attempting to save money. There was something eating at him, though. A short woman in the corner was giving him the stink eye. He wasn’t the only one to notice it either, a coworker kept telling him to go over and talk to her. However, Lavi knew better. He knew all too well, how bad of an idea that would be.

     And so he didn’t.

     He kept doing his work, taking each customer with a smile and a nod. Lavi noted a couple of people heading over to talk to her, but it seemed she was having none of it. A small gulp would have been had if this were a cartoon. But in reality, it only worried him more.

     By the time things had slowed down, Lavi’s coworker had told him that she’d take over so that he could go talk to Sophie. Since, she’d noticed him glancing back at her as well.

     “Fine.” A sigh followed, as his expression settled. “Say, we’ve got some milk and honey back here, right?” Ah, 2%, and honey. The drink of choice for a certain Hatter. After taking some time to put it all together, he finally headed over to the table she sat at. The light clink of the glass hitting the table, followed by a small sliding sound. Silence came from him, until he looked down at the woman from his place standing next to the table.