Suffer for me.

send one to have our muses meet for the first time.

“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”

“I think you dropped this.”

“You look lost. Need some help?”

“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”

“You’re sitting in my spot.”

“Whoa! Careful!”

“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”

“Is that seat taken?”

“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”

“You’re blocking the doorway.”

“Were you just staring at me?”

“Excuse me, do you know the time?”

“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”

“I’ve been sent to find you.”

“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”

“Do you work here?”

“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”

“You’ve got something on your face.”

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Do you know the way to ___?”

“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”

“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”

“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”

“You look like you could use a friend.”

“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”

“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”

“I think we’re stuck in here together.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”

“Are you the new neighbor?”

“First time in town?”

“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“I think you’re in the wrong place.”

“You seem… out of place.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”

“That was a close call.”

“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”

“Mind if I walk with you?”

“You look like you’re in trouble.”

“Was that your doing back there?”

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”

“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”

“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”

“Do I want to know what just happened?”

“You might want to keep your voice down.”

“Is it always this strange around here?”

“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”

💞 - Five things my character likes about your character.

❌ - One thing my character hates about your character.

☀️ - One thing my character loves about your character.

♾️ -  A random headcanon about our characters' relationship.

✨ - One assumption my character has about your character.

🔍 - My character's first impression of your character.

📝 - My character's worst memory of your character.

🫂 - My character's response to someone assuming our characters are dating.

General Sentences, Vol. 23

(Assorted original sentences. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"How did you manage to get us an invitation to this party?"

"Are you going to be angry all evening?"

"Do you ever think of me?"

"This place is amazing!"

"I'm going to miss you while you're gone."

"How can you be so cruel?"

"You asked to see me?"

"We don't have any fun! Not like we used to!"

"You are not going out dressed like that!"

"Do you have an issue with me?"

"Keep this up and you'll be sleeping in the spare room tonight!"

"It's called work-life balance. Maybe try it sometime?"

"Kneel before me."

"Not everything is about you!"

"What's that supposed to do?"

"You can drop the sarcasm!"

"Do you have a favourite child?"

"You're drinking too much."

"Can't it wait until after dinner?"

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"Nothing lasts, except for me."

"I think your name is beautiful."

"Have you been feeling alright lately?"

"Do you like me?"

"Is this your way of apologising?"

"Why are you late?"

"When did you get so bitter?"

"You just sit there and be quiet."

"You need professional help."

"I'm not who you think I am."

"Come to bed. It'll all seem better in the morning."

"You have beautiful eyes."

"I believe you - this time."

"Are you telling me you don't love me anymore?"

"What have you been doing all day?"

"I can't imagine you having any kind of childhood."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"I don't care for history."

"Do you always talk to yourself?"

Pretentious & Poetic Sentences, Vol. 10

(Pretentious sentences from various sources for muses that like to speak in grandiose sentences. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"How many scattered corpses will you leave in your bloody wake before your life has run its course?"

"I want to liberate your truest self: the beast that prowls around your heart."

"What would we not to do defeat death?"

"We've all done things to survive. There are such sins on my back it would kill me to turn around."

"I think that time can only be fully understood by an observer with a godlike gift of infinite regression."

"They say that a man is never so weak, so defenceless against suffering, as when he is in love."

"Evil only attacks where there's a soul that's vulnerable."

"There is prodigious strength in sorrow and despair."

"The arrow of time points in one direction."

"Death can be a sublime experience."

"I'm not the man you knew. There's blood on my teeth, and in my soul, I think."

"I am not a creation of the antique pastoral world. I am modernity personified."

"The heaviness you're carrying has its own gravitational pull."

"Every Caesar must have his Brutus."

"There is a time for truth and a time, not for lies, but for silence."

"How many thousands of years has man been living an illusion?"

"Death may beget life, but oppression can beget nothing other than itself."

"You pass yourself off as a puppy in a raincoat, happily running around the yard, digging holes in the garden. Only, you're laying a minefield, not wagging your tail."

"What is a ghost? Is it a presence that prowls our bed chambers when we turn down the lights? Or is it a memory that roams the dark corridors of our mind?"

"It is often when one least expects it that fate arrives at our door. We can't foresee it any more than we can escape it. No matter how hard we run or hide, fate, like death, will always find us."

"The winner in all wars decides the truth."

"Because I murder with will and not like a blind animal, you think me a monster. Yet, how many corpse have you left in your wake?"

"We all dream of being a child again, even the worst of us. Perhaps the worst most of all."

"How did I miss the moment that you sold your soul?"

"No one can change a story once it's been told."

"It's one thing to yearn for something, but quite another to find the strength to achieve it."

"Kindness is hypocrisy."

"Oh, I wouldn't call this a waste of time." White teeth reveal themselves in the form of a callous grin. And with a gentle push, his thumb jams into the incision he has created. Sliding past sliced muscle to push right against the median nerve.

The moment his digit touches the sensitive bundle of tissue, Dicks entire forearm along with his hand would feel as if it had been set ablaze. Every nerve fibre burning to an agonising degree as the tissues are duped by the pressure exerted by his thumb. Fingers would curl, his muscles will spasm. Until his hand stiffens into a fist that burns in a twisted agony.

It came as no surprise when the thumb pressed inside the wound, but that didn't make it hurt any less. Most people would be screaming by that point, but Dick remained quiet despite the burn, teeth grinding against each other as his fingers flexed against his will.

He'd been hurt before. He'd been tortured before, but never by somebody who knew the human body so well. Who would have thought that something so minor could hurt so much? The man hadn't even had to work for it. He was barely doing anything, and already Dick was struggling to keep his breathing even.

"Hah." He forced out a pained bark of laughter in an attempt to distract himself from the pain and to appear stronger than he felt. He couldn't lose his nerve. Confidence was important, especially in situations like this. "The Court didn't go through all this trouble to get me just to let you cause irreparable damage."

Pursing his lips when the vigilante tries to call his bluff, he tests pressing a little harder. Just to note how Dick responds to added pressure.

"Hmm." He gives a simple acknowledgement of Graysons statement. With a lamentful sigh, he pulls his thumb out of the wound. Wiping away the blood in a rag that he fetches from his belt. He lets Grayson think he's correct, that no serious damage can be done. His mein twisting as if he has been woefully outsmarted.

Oh, how William loves to act.

"Let's get one thing clear, Grayson." Picking back up his scalpel, that façade fades completely into an expression of twisted confidence. He sets a hand on his forearm to keep it steady and presses the blade into the wound. Gouging deep enough to sever the median nerve completely.

Dicks arm would light up in agony. Pins and needles surge under his skin whilst other areas would numb completely. But best of all, his ability to move his forearm and his hand would become alarmingly impaired.

Slipping the scalpel free, William stands and slams a hand against the headrest by Dicks head. Looming over him as he brings the scalpel threateningly close to Dicks throat.

Send an 🍑 for my muse to catch yours staring at their ass

*punches you in the _____ *

*aims gun at you*

*slaps you*

*trips you up*

*kicks you*

*shoots you in the _____ *

*throws _____ at you*

*tries to run away*

“I don’t want to fight you”

“Stand down”

“Stop hitting me”

“Why aren’t you fighting back?”

“Ready to give up yet?”