You can see me?

“Another spirit…?”

she murmured, tapping her staff against the ground, sending cracks of frost blazing in every direction.

“Or just a fool who thinks they can play in my cold...”

From the shadows, a figure stepped forth. Scarlet eyes glowed, teeth flashed wider than humanly possible, and the static-laced voice cut through the night like a broadcast from nowhere.

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His form was nothing but shadow at first, stretched long and thin in the cover of the trees. Long, grotesque claws curling around the trunks as shadows seemed to spill across the earth beneath him. Red glowing dials cut through the darkness of that shadow, bright and menacing and along with it came the glow of a wide, yellow-tinted grin. The smile pulled too tight, too thin to be anything human. And it was fitted with two rows of sharp, pointed teeth. As the darkness poured into the space, so did the sound of the crackling static and the broken up laugh track that went along with it. Those glowing eyes turned down towards her, towards the frost she'd created. With that grin tightening in the shadows that it lurked in, the cracks she'd cracked in the ground suddenly burst with wriggling shadowy tendrils. Like otherworldly fingers, they squirmed from every crevice and lashed out in every direction. The sound of his static only increasing in intensity, growing louder and almost deafening all around them. And then that large shadow hit the ground a few feet from her. Separated by the infested cracks in the ground. When it misty darkness had subsided, there stood a demon, clad in red. He resembled a man - but a man that had adorned deer-like features. And the most prominent of those features were branched out from atop a mess of crimson-black dipped hair, a pair of large dark antlers.

Alastor's eyes remained in their dial form, his grin still stretched far too wide on his human face. Wide enough that thin, grin stitching had appeared at the corners of his lips, as though to ensure his mouth wouldn't split open from the strain. There was a dark aura that radiated off of him, the source of those wriggling tendrils erupting from his back as it seemed. Crimson dipped claws held a microphone staff, to which he now had placed in front of him, folding his hands on top of it. He kept his gaze fixed on the stranger, not seeming to be bothered by her chill or her presence in the slightest bit.

"Hmm,"

she hummed, her tone carrying that lilting playfulness, though there was calculation in it now.

"All this grandstanding and I don’t even know your name. You sound like a carnival act, all static and smoke—"

she waved a hand through the air, casting a draft of snowflakes that shimmered as though mocking applause,

"—but you’ve caught my attention, I’ll admit that much."

She paced lightly, graceful as falling snow, yet her movements kept just enough distance between them to betray her caution.

"See, I’ve crossed paths with a great many things that looked frightening, some that would promise drag me into my worst nightmare, some sounded frightening... even promised me horrors unending."

A grin tugged at her lips, though her voice dropped, sharpening into something colder.

"But...Most of them turned out to be more bark than bite."

The snow around her rose into vague shapes—half-formed beasts, whispering faces with hollow eyes—before melting away like mist. She watched him through the dissipating haze, her grin sly but not without restraint.

"But then again..."

she mused, playful curiosity lacing every word,

"you’re an unknown. And I do love mysteries—especially the kind that talk such a big game."

She twirled her staff once, letting the frost dance between her fingers before planting it into the ground with a sharp crack that sent icy veins crawling forward just short of his feet.Jackie tilted her head, voice bright again with mischief but edged by sincerity.

"So tell me, stranger—what are you supposed to be? A voice in the dark? A nightmare with manners? Or something worth the fight you’re promising me?"

Assorted Media Sentences, Vol. 27

(Sentences from various pieces of media. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Loss. It's a terrible thing, isn't it?"

"We're not actually the best spies, are we?"

"I think you need to give yourself a break."

"You actually want to investigate that spooky, old cinema?"

"You have a very disconcerting gaze."

"I'm going to have to arrest you. You know that."

"She looks stunning today, doesn't she?"

"What social media are you on?"

"You know me; I'll be fine. I'm always fine."

"Can't you see? Someone is trying to frame me!"

"I thought sailors were supposed to be sexy!"

"Have I taught you to make assumptions?"

"Do you remember you told me once that your arrival into people's lives brings sadness and destruction? I wasn't sure what to say at the time, but it's the wrong way of looking at it. The sadness and destruction are already there. You can't control everything or be responsible for everything."

"I know my father loves me in his own way - I just wish he liked me too."

"I don't know if you're aware of this, but it rains a lot there!"

"TIme carries no favours."

"I think it's fair to say that I'm the worst kind of hypocrite."

"I can't help thinking that maybe we are meant to be connected."

"That's rather a low blow, isn't it?"

"I'll go along with your plans, but I want you to admit the truth."

"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response!"

"He looks like a wolf, but actually he's a lamb."

"I think the older you get, the harder it is to keep adapting to change."

"Don't you dare speak to me like you think you have some natural authority over me."

"Is there something you want to tell me, or is it better I don't know?"

"This is a crime scene! Don't touch anything, please!"

"I'm not sure that was entirely necessary, but okay."

"You're acting very brave, but in my experience, bravery such as this is an ephemeral thing."

"How could someone do that to another human being? How could someone do such a terrible thing?"

"It's a little early for the big questions, isn't it?"

"I wish I could tell you that the images will soon fade. The emotions, at least, will become less raw."

"What is this? An intervention? Are you here to save my soul?"

"Hope can change the world."

"In my experience, if you've got to ask somebody if you can trust them, it likely means you already don't."

"What's that got to do with me? Why can't anyone around here sort themselves out?"

"You might not be able to control what happens, but you can control what people think about it."

“I’m not saying it’s your fault… but it is your fault.”

“You know, most people would’ve panicked by now. But not you.”

“I swear, if I survive this… I’m never listening to you again.”

“Careful. I bite… and not just metaphorically.”

“I wasn’t planning on getting involved… until you said that.”

“You really think you can sneak past me?”

“I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. But I look fabulous doing it.”

“If you leave me behind, I’ll haunt you forever. And I will enjoy it.”

“I didn’t choose this chaos. The chaos chose me.”

“Stop looking at me like that. Seriously. It’s unsettling.”

“I might forgive you… eventually… maybe… if I feel like it.”

“Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this.”

“You think this is bad? Honey, this is just the warm-up.”

“I could explain, but then I’d have to make you a part of it.”

you've crossed a line.

it ends here.

i'm not going to be with you for the rest of this journey.

you're going down a path i can't follow.

i think this is the end of the line for us.

i can't take any more of this.

don't you trust me?

i've told you time and time again, this isn't you.

who are you doing this for?

if you continue acting like this, i'm leaving.

i will never forgive you for what you've done.

i've always been your biggest supporter, but this? i can't condone this.

you've lost me.

you're not who i thought you were.

there were signs, and i just didn't see them.

they tried to warn me about you, but i just didn't listen.

that wasn't a mistake. that was a choice.

so this is it, then?

you're not going to apologize?

i never thought you were that type of person.

you could have been better.

this is where we part ways.

don't you see? i'm doing this for you.

i can make things better if you just trust me.

i've trusted you far enough.

i can't cosign this behavior.

you've gone way too far.

you're just jealous of my accomplishments.

you just want to stifle my greatness.

i see darkness in you.

this is far too dangerous for me.

i'm going the other way.

i will not sit here and watch you do this.

you're going to have to go through me.

this could have gone better.

i don't want to hurt you.

what did they tell you? it was all lies!

the choices we make have consequences.

and to think, i really believed in you.

after all this time, you're leaving me?

i thought we had something special.

now i realize it was all a fantasy.

when you crossed that line, you lost me.

that's not something we can come back from.

i'm not just going to forgive you for what you did.

there are some things that just can't be forgiven.

i warned you multiple times where my limits where.

you have no regard for boundaries.

goodbye, old friend.

you will never see me again.

have fun on your journey without me.

nothing will make this right.

there's nothing you can say to convince me otherwise. my mind is made up.

“Careful… I might be trouble. Or maybe you are.”

“You look way too calm for someone in this kind of danger.”

“Oh, don’t act like you’re not enjoying this.”

“I’d warn you… but where’s the fun in that?”

“If you think I’m serious now… you clearly don’t know me.”

“Do you always flirt with disaster, or am I special?”

“One wrong move, and I might just steal your heart. Or your lunch. Depends on my mood.”

“I like a little chaos with my conversation. You’re perfect.”

“You’re either incredibly brave… or incredibly foolish. Either way, I’m intrigued.”

“Don’t look at me like that… unless you’re planning something naughty.”

“I’d play nice, but where’s the fun in restraint?”

“I could tell you a secret… but you might get distracted. And I like distractions.”

“Are you always this reckless, or do I bring it out in you?”

“Did I stutter? Men, and the company thereof. As in sex. Surely you’ve heard of it.”

“Did everyone act like this when the sword was invented? ‘Oh, my blushing butt cheeks! Round up everyone who can use these pointy things and lock them away!’”

“I always smile. People like my smile, and they should! I have excellent teeth.”

“I knew you would break my heart, you bloody bastard.”

“I prefer the company of men. My father disapproves.”

“I wanted to see you make flowers bloom with your song, just once.”

“I’m here to set things right. Also? To look dashing. That part’s less difficult.”

“I’m too pretty to die!”

“Just once, we should enter a cave and see normal-sized spiders.”

“Look at this profile. Isn’t it incredible? I picture it in marble.”

“My arse should open up a shop! Apparently it’s quite prolific.”

“Pretty, in a haunting, ‘this archway might collapse on me at any moment’ way.”

“Selfish, I suppose, not to want to spend my entire life screaming on the inside.”

“Some of my best friends are murderers.”

“Stranger things have happened. It would take work. And soap. Lots and lots of soap.”

“What a lovely forest. Kind of makes you want to retch, yes?”

“While we’re sharing surprises, you’ve done a lot less dancing naked in the moonlight than expected.”

“You tried to change me.”

“You wanted the best for you! For your fucking legacy! Anything for that!”

“Oh, I see fear in your eyes… delightful.”

“You think you have a choice? How quaint.”

“I’d offer mercy… but where’s the fun in that?”

“Every mistake you make is a gift to me.”

“I hope you enjoy this… because it’s only getting worse.”

“Your loyalty is amusing. Fragility? Delicious.”

“Run, if you can. I do love a chase.”

“You should have stayed silent… but I do enjoy the sound of your panicked voice.”

“Do you feel it? That creeping dread? That’s me.”

“I’d call it a warning… but it’s far too late for that.”

“I don’t forgive. I don’t forget. I wait.”

“This is only the beginning… and you won’t survive the end.”

“Ah, the look of hope in your eyes… soon to be replaced by despair.”

Send in a symbol from YOUR muse to see how MY muse will react to yours!  For the ones where YOUR muse gives or says something to mine: WILD CARD! Your muse can pick the item, sings a specific song, or says a specific thing!

Family/Platonic:

✩  Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.

✪  Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.

★  Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them.

✬  Making them their favorite hot beverage.

☼  Cuddling on the sofa next to each other.

☀  Singing them to sleep.

☆  Getting them something they need before they ask for it. 

☄ Leaning your head on their shoulder while they talk.

✥ Play fighting!

❃  Mussing their hair or tugging at their clothes (a hat, sleeve, etc.)

Shipping/Romance:

♥  Laying by their side and watching them while they sleep with a fond smile.

♡  Kissing the corner of their eyes.

❥  Running your hand over their arm and gently pulling them close.

❤  Whispering sweet nothings in their ear. 

❦  Holding hands and nuzzling somewhere ambient and low-lit.

❣  Staring deep into their eyes with adoration.

ღ  Rubbing your leg against theirs under the table.

ℒ  Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.

￡ Brushing your hand over or gently squeezing their bum.

Ω Running a hand over their collar bone or décolleté.

Sexual/NSFW:

✖  Soft nips at the neck and shoulder line.

✗  Bathing, washing, or soaking together quietly after sex.

♦  Body worshipping their naked form, slowly.

✚  Painting honey dust, edible paint, or other soft brush strokes on their body.

✦  Giving a sensual massage.

♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.

▲ Dressing them up in lingerie (or gear) with gentle attention.

▽ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart.