so a lovely anonymous angel asked for a list of prompts relating to an unexpected pregnancy, and i made a list! i have two other lists over on my other blog that i'm gonna reblog over here, but there may be some slight overlap with these; however, unlike the other two lists, these focus exclusively on the unexpected part. DON'T ADD TO THIS LIST, DON'T CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN! but do have a tonne of fun with them!

" so, remember last week, when i had the flu and i couldn't leave my house? turns out it wasn't the flu. i'm pregnant. "

" i'm telling you about this baby because you deserve to know. that's all. i don't expect anything from you. i don't need you to step up or whatever. i just thought you ought to know. "

" i'm sure you don't need to be reminded, but... getting pregnant wasn't exactly part of the whole life plan. "

" you're sure? i mean, you did the test properly? maybe it was a false positive. or, or maybe you didn't read the results right... "

" a baby... well. that certainly complicates things, doesn't it? "

" i don't even know if i want kids. "

" could you please just stop reminding me that this isn't part of the plan?! you think i don't know that?! we're having a baby, i'm terrified enough without you reminding me! "

" look. i'm/you're not the first person to get pregnant, and i/you won't be the last. we're gonna figure it out, alright? "

" my place isn't even close to being big enough for a baby... they need so much stuff. cribs, prams, diaper stations... and my neighbors complain enough as it is, they'll evict me if i have a screaming baby as well... "

" hey... why don't you move in with me? i've got plenty of space, and my walls are thick, so the baby could scream as loud as they want. you could stay as long as you like. "

" should... we get married? i mean, that's what you do, isn't it? when someone's having a baby? "

" okay, we're not getting married. i mean, i appreciate the gesture, but... there's plenty of single parents out there. what's one more, right? "

" god... we are so stupid. i mean, seriously! any idiot knows that condoms aren't 100% effective! if we're dumb enough to forget that, how are we meant to look after a baby?! "

" you... you're kidding, right? this is a joke? it's a fake pregnancy test, some weird, slightly out of touch belated april fool's prank? "

" it's honestly insane that we didn't figure it out sooner... i mean, those were some wild cravings, right? "

" when you say late... do you mean like, a few days? or are we talking... months? "

" no, no, this... it changes everything. EVERYTHING. i... i don't know if i'm ready for this, i don't think i'm parent material, i... "

" hey. you're not alone. you got that? it takes a village, right? i'm gonna help you every step of the way. we all will. this kid, if you choose to go through with it... they'd be okay. "

" you know i support you. whatever choice you end up making. i will always be by your side. okay? "

" if this is some weird idea of a joke, i have to tell you, it's not funny. i mean, you're having a baby AND i'm somehow the dad? a little much, no? "

" no, i want to step up. it took two of us to make this baby, and i want to make sure you know that, if you go ahead with this, there's gonna be two of us to raise them, too. "

" the father doesn't believe that the baby is his. "

" okay. so screw the father. i'm going to be here to help you. okay? we'll parent this kid so well, they'll never want to know who their real dad is. "

" so... you wanna tell me who the father is? "

" the surprise baby is actually not just one baby. we're having twins/triplets/etc. "

" hey, hey... don't worry, okay? it's alright. it's all going to be okay. condoms break, yeah? it's no biggie... "

" what do you mean, you think?! haven't you taken a pregnancy test yet? "

" that's a lot of pregnancy books you got there... got something you want to tell me? "

" have you told the father yet? "

" i guess, seeing how you rushed over here so fast to tell me the news, that you think the baby is mine? "

" look, we both made plans, right? and obviously shit happens, but... a baby is a pretty massive deal. "

" how many other people have you told about the pregnancy? "

Send one of the following emojis for our muses to:

👻 Explore a haunted house

🔮 Have a seance

🕯️ Use a Ouija board

📺 Watch horror movies

🌲 Get lost in the woods at night

⚰️ Spend the night in a cemetery

🏢 Explore an abandoned store/mall

🎡 Explore an abandoned theme park

🏥 Explore an abandoned hospital

📿 Perform or witness an exorcism

🐻 Try to find a cryptid (bigfoot, mothman...)

📚 Read out loud from a cursed book

👽 Look for UFOs

😈 Summon a demon

🧙‍♂️ Cast a curse

🔪 Get chased by a slasher killer

🧛‍♀️ Get chased by a vampire

Murder IS a viable option - Especially where the Cabal is concerned. An option that, all things were considered, was certainly the only appropriate course of action. Tired green eyes shift towards the undead gunslinger, half lidded no doubt from sleep deprivation, before there was a subtle smile pulling at her black painted lips.

Caleb chuckled, reminiscing about the fights he had in the past and future.

"I saw a necromancer of their own down there - If we are to go about this, I recommend taking out the robbed man first. The uglier one I should reiterate."

She knew specifications were the finer details on hand, especially where robbed individuals were concerned.

Caleb chuckled again, pulling out his sawed off shotgun.

Perhaps it was, for him - Caleb had always been an odd sort, at least, according to her knowledge of the 'Great Betrayer.' Either way, she's slowly moving away her coat to pull free a withered tome - One seemingly made from skin.

She just chooses to maintain herself.

Either way, she's seemingly satisfied with the end result as a garbled out scream leaves the man's throat. A pathetic noise.

Scooping up the weapon he was reaching for, she's tossing it aside before resuming to follow Caleb; The recently resurrected cultists could have him as a snack, she figured it'd make for a good morale boost.

Humming, she's flipping her fingers across the pages of her tome until stumbling upon a particular page.

Tapping her nails to her chin, she's musing over the contents of the pages.

Caleb thought for a moment

Making a mental note, Eve is sticking a hairpin into the page that holds the interest of that conversation.

Murder IS a viable option - Especially where the Cabal is concerned. An option that, all things were considered, was certainly the only appropriate course of action. Tired green eyes shift towards the undead gunslinger, half lidded no doubt from sleep deprivation, before there was a subtle smile pulling at her black painted lips.

Caleb chuckled, reminiscing about the fights he had in the past and future.

"I saw a necromancer of their own down there - If we are to go about this, I recommend taking out the robbed man first. The uglier one I should reiterate."

She knew specifications were the finer details on hand, especially where robbed individuals were concerned.

Caleb chuckled again, pulling out his sawed off shotgun.

Perhaps it was, for him - Caleb had always been an odd sort, at least, according to her knowledge of the 'Great Betrayer.' Either way, she's slowly moving away her coat to pull free a withered tome - One seemingly made from skin.

She just chooses to maintain herself.

Either way, she's seemingly satisfied with the end result as a garbled out scream leaves the man's throat. A pathetic noise.

Scooping up the weapon he was reaching for, she's tossing it aside before resuming to follow Caleb; The recently resurrected cultists could have him as a snack, she figured it'd make for a good morale boost.

Humming, she's flipping her fingers across the pages of her tome until stumbling upon a particular page.

Tapping her nails to her chin, she's musing over the contents of the pages.

Murder IS a viable option - Especially where the Cabal is concerned. An option that, all things were considered, was certainly the only appropriate course of action. Tired green eyes shift towards the undead gunslinger, half lidded no doubt from sleep deprivation, before there was a subtle smile pulling at her black painted lips.

Caleb chuckled, reminiscing about the fights he had in the past and future.

"I saw a necromancer of their own down there - If we are to go about this, I recommend taking out the robbed man first. The uglier one I should reiterate."

She knew specifications were the finer details on hand, especially where robbed individuals were concerned.

Caleb chuckled again, pulling out his sawed off shotgun.

Perhaps it was, for him - Caleb had always been an odd sort, at least, according to her knowledge of the 'Great Betrayer.' Either way, she's slowly moving away her coat to pull free a withered tome - One seemingly made from skin.

She just chooses to maintain herself.

Either way, she's seemingly satisfied with the end result as a garbled out scream leaves the man's throat. A pathetic noise.

Scooping up the weapon he was reaching for, she's tossing it aside before resuming to follow Caleb; The recently resurrected cultists could have him as a snack, she figured it'd make for a good morale boost.

Humming, she's flipping her fingers across the pages of her tome until stumbling upon a particular page.

"I've been feeling something strange lately…"

"I think I might be falling for you."

"I can't deny it any longer. I'm in love with you."

"I never expected it, but my heart keeps pulling me towards someone else."

"I want you to be happy."

"I've been trying to deny it, but I can't."

"I think I'm falling for someone."

"I feel the same way."

"I can't stop thinking about you. I think I might be in love with you."

"I've felt this way for a while now."

"Are you falling for them?"

"They've captured my heart."

"I never expected this, but my feelings for you have grown stronger."

"I can't deny that my feelings for you have deepened."

"I've been hesitant to admit it, but I think I'm falling in love with you."

"I've been hoping you'd realize it. I've fallen for you completely."

"I've been keeping this to myself, but I can't deny it any longer. I'm in love with someone."

"There's something I need to tell you. I think I'm falling for someone else."

"I want you to be happy, even if it means letting you go."

"I never thought it would happen, but I'm starting to have feelings for you."

"I've felt this way for a while now. I'm glad you're finally realizing it."

"I've been struggling with these emotions, but I can't deny it anymore. I'm in love with you."

"You've made me the happiest person alive."

"I've been in love with you for so long."

"There's something I need to get off my chest. I think I'm falling in love with you."

"I can't stop thinking about you."

Murder IS a viable option - Especially where the Cabal is concerned. An option that, all things were considered, was certainly the only appropriate course of action. Tired green eyes shift towards the undead gunslinger, half lidded no doubt from sleep deprivation, before there was a subtle smile pulling at her black painted lips.

Caleb chuckled, reminiscing about the fights he had in the past and future.

"I saw a necromancer of their own down there - If we are to go about this, I recommend taking out the robbed man first. The uglier one I should reiterate."

She knew specifications were the finer details on hand, especially where robbed individuals were concerned.

Caleb chuckled again, pulling out his sawed off shotgun.

Perhaps it was, for him - Caleb had always been an odd sort, at least, according to her knowledge of the 'Great Betrayer.' Either way, she's slowly moving away her coat to pull free a withered tome - One seemingly made from skin.

She just chooses to maintain herself.

Either way, she's seemingly satisfied with the end result as a garbled out scream leaves the man's throat. A pathetic noise.

Scooping up the weapon he was reaching for, she's tossing it aside before resuming to follow Caleb; The recently resurrected cultists could have him as a snack, she figured it'd make for a good morale boost.

Murder IS a viable option - Especially where the Cabal is concerned. An option that, all things were considered, was certainly the only appropriate course of action. Tired green eyes shift towards the undead gunslinger, half lidded no doubt from sleep deprivation, before there was a subtle smile pulling at her black painted lips.

Caleb chuckled, reminiscing about the fights he had in the past and future.

"I saw a necromancer of their own down there - If we are to go about this, I recommend taking out the robbed man first. The uglier one I should reiterate."

She knew specifications were the finer details on hand, especially where robbed individuals were concerned.

Caleb chuckled again, pulling out his sawed off shotgun.

Perhaps it was, for him - Caleb had always been an odd sort, at least, according to her knowledge of the 'Great Betrayer.' Either way, she's slowly moving away her coat to pull free a withered tome - One seemingly made from skin.

She just chooses to maintain herself.

thirteen ghosts  sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ;  language , blood , death

'oh, bad! that's one way to describe it. uh, 'insane' seems a little more appropriate.'

'it is my professional opinion that we should get the hell out of here. now!'

'I just need to take the edge off.'

'careful, (name). don't get too curious.'

'who are you to play god?'

'playing's for children.'

'I thought you were psychic.'

'that's not how it works and you know it!'

'perhaps we'll meet again in another life.'

'you crazy son of a bitch, what did you do?'

'you're being paranoid and overprotective.'

'I know this is gonna sound completely whacked, alright? but I need you to stay with me.'

'don't laugh at me.'

'not so fast, you gotta cater to my ego first.'

'don't touch me.'

'how's your head?'

'they're kids, what'd you expect?'

'just this once, don't argue with me.'

'what part of that code are you having trouble cracking?'

'I don't see any ghosts.'

'I want you to do me a favor and stop with all the haunted house nonsense. okay?'

'you don't have to scream, alright? just ... chill.'

'no, I don't think we should split up.'

'I told you, I can't see any ghosts.'

'it's a ghost! just like I've been saying all night.'

'there are ghosts around us all the time. most of them, they can't hurt is. most of them don't wanna hurt us. but there are exceptions.'

'there's no such thing as ghosts.'

'don't speak. don't move.'

'I don't think you should be teasing the ghost.'

'it looks to me like I'm saving your ass.'

'if you want help, you gotta help me first.'

'can I rely on you not to get me killed?'

'what the hell are you doing here?!'

'stop dragging your ass, man!'

'you got something to say, say it.'

'let's start with this is all your goddamn fault!'

'if you haven't noticed, I'm a little bit of a freak!'

'I touch somebody, and a whole life full of shit just flashes in front of my eyes!'

'so yeah, I'm depraved. and (name) was my friend and he accepted me!'

'he didn't accept you, you're pathetic! he used you!'

'god, I've been trying to help you.'

'love is the most powerful energy.'

'I don't read latin.'

'it doesn't add up. it doesn't make any sense. there's gotta be a better way.'

'how much of this equation makes any sense at all?'

'I sure as hell hope I don't bleed to death, 'cuz that would suck.'

'why are you so mad at me? I did everything you asked me to do.'

'you're not mad at me, are you?'

'I've been looking for a reason to like myself for a long time.'

'greatness requires sacrifice.'

'I'm nothing without you.'

'the world has no time for little people like you. it needs people who are willing to do anything for greatness.'

'I am sick of this nanny shit.'

Murder IS a viable option - Especially where the Cabal is concerned. An option that, all things were considered, was certainly the only appropriate course of action. Tired green eyes shift towards the undead gunslinger, half lidded no doubt from sleep deprivation, before there was a subtle smile pulling at her black painted lips.

Caleb chuckled, reminiscing about the fights he had in the past and future.

"I saw a necromancer of their own down there - If we are to go about this, I recommend taking out the robbed man first. The uglier one I should reiterate."

She knew specifications were the finer details on hand, especially where robbed individuals were concerned.

Caleb chuckled again, pulling out his sawed off shotgun.

Perhaps it was, for him - Caleb had always been an odd sort, at least, according to her knowledge of the 'Great Betrayer.' Either way, she's slowly moving away her coat to pull free a withered tome - One seemingly made from skin.

❛  if we changed back then, we could change again.  ❜ ❛  what can i say? i'm a sucker for happy endings.  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry, are you talking to me?  ❜ ❛  i would give anything to be like that.  ❜ ❛  are we gonna have a problem?  ❜ ❛  you've come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick?  ❜ ❛  time for you to prove you're not a loser anymore.  ❜ ❛  you can join the team or you can bitch and moan.  ❜ ❛  mr. no-name kid, say who might you be?  ❜ ❛  it's fine if you don't agree, but i would fight for you if you would fight for me.  ❜ ❛  happiness comes when everything numbs.  ❜ ❛  does your mommy know you eat all this crap?  ❜ ❛  i learned to cook pasta, i learned to pay rent; i learned the world doesn't owe you a cent.  ❜ ❛  you heard it man, it's time to rage!  ❜ ❛  so wait, it's lime, then salt, then shot?  ❜ ❛  you're doing it wrong!  ❜ ❛  really? 'cause i feel great.  ❜ ❛  dreams are coming true when people laugh but not at you!  ❜ ❛  i didn't need your help.  ❜ ❛  i can't believe you actually came.  ❜ ❛  why d'you gotta be so weird all the time? people wouldn't hate you so much if you acted normal.  ❜ ❛  thirty hours to live - how shall i spend them?  ❜ ❛  sorry, but i really had to wake you.  ❜ ❛  let's go you know the drill; i'm hot and pissed and on the pill.  ❜ ❛  you say you're numb inside but i can't agree.  ❜ ❛  how'd you find my address?  ❜ ❛  no sleep tonight for you, better chug that mountain dew.  ❜ ❛  no one sees the me inside of me.  ❜ ❛  keep going. this has to be good enough to fool the cops.  ❜ ❛  i never knew about her pain.  ❜ ❛  don't talk mean like that.  ❜ ❛  what did they do to you that you hate them so?  ❜ ❛  you are the only thing that's right about this broken world.  ❜ ❛  they'll die because we say they must.  ❜ ❛  what the fuck have you done?!  ❜ ❛  let's be normal. see bad movies, sneak a beer, and watch tv.  ❜ ❛  don't you want a life with me?  ❜ ❛  if you could let me in, i could be good with you.  ❜ ❛  so what's it gonna be? i wanna be with you.  ❜ ❛  but your love's too good to lose.  ❜ ❛  you're the one i choose.  ❜ ❛  there's nowhere to hide if i say the wrong thing.  ❜ ❛  but i believe any dream worth having is a dream that should not have to end.  ❜ ❛  no, you wouldn't understand!  ❜ ❛  try me! i've experienced everything you're going through right now.  ❜ ❛  you don't know what my world looks like!  ❜ ❛  they made you blind, messed up your mind but i can set you free.  ❜ ❛  i was meant to be yours!  ❜ ❛  don't give up on me now.  ❜ ❛  i can't make this alone! finish what we've begun.  ❜ ❛  i am all that you need.  ❜ ❛  please don't leave me alone. you were all i could trust, i can't do this alone.  ❜ ❛  no one here deserves to die except for me and the monster i created.  ❜ ❛  i wish we met before they convinced you life is war.  ❜ ❛  i wish you'd come with me ...  ❜ ❛  i am damaged, far too damaged, but you're not beyond repair.  ❜ ❛  hope you'll miss me, wish you'd kiss me.  ❜ ❛  i'd be honored if you'd let me be your friend.  ❜

"Do you mind if I scoot closer? It's freezing in here."

"Let's share the warmth."

"I hope I don't snore. Let me know if I keep you up."

"Your feet are freezing! How do you manage to turn into an ice cube overnight?"

"I've never been a good sleeper, but being next to you makes it a little easier."

"Let's both try to get some rest."

"I promise not to hog the blankets. We'll each have our fair share."

"I'm a blanket thief."

"Are you a light sleeper? I tend to toss and turn."

"I'm used to sharing a bed. Your movements won't bother me."

"Is it weird that we're sharing a bed? I've never done this with a friend before."

"I have a tendency to steal the pillows. You've been warned."

"Do you mind if I turn off the lights? I can't sleep with them on."

"I hope you don't mind my bedtime rituals. I have a whole skincare routine."

"Can we agree on a 'no snoring' policy? I need my beauty sleep."

"If I accidentally kick you in my sleep, I apologize in advance."

"I brought some earplugs, just in case I snore too loudly."

"I love how we can just be ourselves around each other, even in bed."

"Can we have a midnight snack break? I'm craving some cookies."

"You have the best bedhead. It's adorable."

"Is it weird that we're sharing a bed and not dating?"

"Beds are for comfort and connection, regardless of our relationship status."

"Do you mind if I read for a bit before falling asleep?"

"Thanks for being my cuddle buddy tonight. I appreciate your friendship."

Murder IS a viable option - Especially where the Cabal is concerned. An option that, all things were considered, was certainly the only appropriate course of action. Tired green eyes shift towards the undead gunslinger, half lidded no doubt from sleep deprivation, before there was a subtle smile pulling at her black painted lips.

Caleb chuckled, reminiscing about the fights he had in the past and future.

"I saw a necromancer of their own down there - If we are to go about this, I recommend taking out the robbed man first. The uglier one I should reiterate."

She knew specifications were the finer details on hand, especially where robbed individuals were concerned.

with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.

[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.