LEADER-

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌. 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎

         here is a small collection of tiny detail questions to ask about someone’s muse, some questions have multiple parts! feel free to add/change as you see fit <3 potentially nsfw. if a multi, please specify the muse!!

how long are their nails? do they paint them?

what is their hair texture? do they take good care of it, if they have any?

what are their favorite fabrics? least favorite?

what is their skin texture?

do they have a skincare routine? if yes, how involved is it?

what does their sweat smell like?

body hair; do they crop anything short? let it grow naturally? wax?

name two or more things your muse can’t leave the house without.

does your muse usually carry around a bag/purse/backpack? or do they prefer to keep only what they can fit in their pockets?

do they get hay fever? if so, how bad?

do they have any sensitivities to smells?

do they have any sensitivities to tastes?

do they have any sensitivities to textures?

is there a sound that drives them crazy? ( like the sound of nails on a chalkboard, styrofoam rubbing together, cardboard boxes, etc?)

what is their favorite genre of music?

what is their favorite flavor in food?

what is their favorite scent? (candles, perfume, food, etc.)

what household chore do they absolutely hate doing?

what household chore do they like doing?

do they have a “comfort outfit” or a go to look? if so, why did they choose those pieces?

in a relationship, are they the ones stealing their partners’ clothing? or are they the ones having their clothes stolen?

do they have bumper stickers on their car? if so, what kind? (bonus points for pictures!)

do they have a comfort movie? book? tv show?

if forced to wear socks, what kind do they prefer? ( ankle? crew cut? patterned? plain? )

what do they do when they are deep in thought? ( bite their nails? twirl a strand of hair? lick their lips? just look off to the side? nothing too exciting because this is a highly specific question? lol )

what is their favorite snack food?

what do their hair care products smell like?

how dedicated are they to their favorite color? must everything they own be that color? do they even care that much?

what does their perfume smell like, and how much do they put on?

Keep it together, Danny.

The Blight. That's someone he can't bargain with, can't hold a conversation with even if he wanted to. "Talbot," he grinds out the name. Talbot Grimes is so far gone, been in the realm so long that he's barely human any more, can't speak, doesn't know anything but the hunt and the kill.

It makes Danny wonder how much longer he has left. What he'll look like when the entity has blended his form like water on ink.

Of course, it's always about other people when Dwight talks. Danny's met plenty like him, selfless types, always wanting the best for others. Really, it's only a matter of seeing how much pressure he can add until they snap. Everyone's selfish down at their core — everyone's rotten. It's just a fact of life.

When Danny spits out the name it makes him wince. A phantom pain shooting through him, the body remembering the blow from whatever it was that that thing carried around to terrorize them with. Remembered how easy it had been to dig it in. Dwight blinks away a few tears as he tries to calm the writhing in his core, dipping his head down, not wanting to be picked apart. It didn’t matter that it happened to him, everyone else was fine, right? That’s what mattered-- at least that’s what he told himself.

Because they’d do it for him, right? ….right?

And it isn’t until that gentleness that it really digs into him, further than any weapon could reach. There’s no avoiding it now, the tears that had been so carefully gathering at the corners of his eyes cascade down dirtied, bruised cheeks. He leans ever so slightly into the touch, doesn’t mean to, especially when he’s trying his damnedest to not cry and failing miserably at it. He really was just a fool, wasn’t he? He tries to shake his head no, barely getting any motion in as Danny holds his chin. Dwight couldn’t admit it out loud-- this is how this always seemed to play out. A self made martyr. Always them and never him, how it’s always been.

So he lies, tells himself he doesn't want so see Dwight hurt, so he can really ham it up. Make Dwight feel like there's someone in this shithole who's willing to look out for him, protect him even.

Because wouldn't that be nice?

He's so fucking vulnerable, it's pathetic.

No one gets to treat you like this.

 It echoes in his mind as he releases his hold on Danny. Dwight swallows whatever lump had formed in his throat, nervously avoiding staring up into the ghastly mask looming over him. It takes him a while to work himself up to even speak between harbored breaths and knowing his stutter was about to come forth full force. He cast his gaze aside, a grimace tugging at his lips.

“There was… Something happened with another--” With one of you. He bites back on the sentence, forcing the pause before starting up again after sucking in a breath. But he does manage to croak out a name at the very least. “Blight-- It, it was the Blight.”

“Can you walk?”

“That looks broken.“

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“Why are you bleeding?“

“That’s not just a scratch.”

“I thought you were dead!”

“Don’t you pass out on me!”

“Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?“

“You got hurt, again? Again?”

“Just sit up and breathe, ok?“

“Holy crap, you look like hell.”

“What happened to your leg?“

“Thank god you’re breathing…”

“You should get that looked at.”

“You can barely walk. Sit down.”

“I’m going to carry you, now, ok?”

“Is it bleeding? It’s still bleeding?”

“Where’d you get those bruises?”

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!“

“We need to get you to a hospital.“

“You were really hurt. Really hurt…”

“Oh, that’s going to leave a bruise.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?“

“Here, press this against the wound.”

“Here, lean on me. I’ll help you walk.”

“Hold still, I have to bandage this up.”

“Don’t move, I’m getting a first-aid kit.”

“Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?”

“How the hell did you do this to yourself?“

“Shush, just concentrate on staying awake.”

“This is going to hurt, but I need to clean that.”

“Oh, god. Please be alive. Please still be alive!”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?“

“That looks pretty bad. I think you need stitches.”

“What do you mean you’re fine? You are not fine!”

“You should lay down, you hit your head pretty hard.”

“Well… I hope you at least gave as good as you got.”

“That’s a really nasty looking bruise. Need some ice?”

“I got you. It’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“I don’t know how you’re even conscious at this point.”

“Stop being so stubborn and just let me patch you up!”

“You’re going to stay in bed and heal. I’ll handle things.”

“I’m going to find you did this to you, and I’m going to kill them.”

“’Don’t do that’, I said. ‘You’ll get hurt’, I said. And what did you do?”

“So, you tried bandaging this up, and you… well, you did your best.”

“Oh, thank god, you’re finally awake. Thought I lost you for a minute there.”

“I found you laying out there in the cold. Had to fight to keep you breathing.”

“Okay, no, I’m not laughing. Not laughing. Are you okay? That must’ve hurt.”

“Who did this to you? And, no, I’m not going to believe this was an accident.”

“Of course I’m worried about you. You keep getting hurt, and keep not letting people look after you.”