✦ “You're half frozen! Just had to do a snowball fight before dinner, didn't you?”

✧ “The tree is gorgeous.”    “Isn't it? You almost can't see where it caught on fire.”

✦ “If you fall asleep before the end of the movie, I will wrap you in fairy lights.”

✧ “Can we stay up and watch for santa?”     “Of course. … What will we actually be doing?”     “Drinking eggnog and stealing the kids' cookies.”     “Eggcelent.”

✦ “It's our first christmas together. Best I ever had.”

✧ “Have you wrapped your presents yet?”    “I have!”    “…”    “I used gift bags.”

✦ “Do not peek! I swear to god, if you peak the day before christmas, I will kick your ass!”

✧ “We did it. We survived dinner with your family.”     “Barely.”     “I had 911 on speed dial when your aunt brought up Thanksgiving.”

✦ “Heard you singing christmas carols in the shower. So much for ‘not a festive person’, huh?”

✧ “You're the greatest gift I ever could have asked for.”     “Yeah?”      “Yeah. The diamonds were also nice.”      “Mhm.”

i thought i told you to stay back.

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

this affects me, too, you know.

every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.

do you have a death wish or something?

this isn't fair to me.

i deserve better than this.

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

you promised me you'd stop going out at night.

i don't like hearing this.

you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?

i said i would handle it.

what the fuck are you doing here?

you told me you'd stay put.

so much for laying low.

you remember how bad it was last time.

seems like you haven't learned anything.

i believe you promised me you'd lay low.

i can't keep doing this.

don't give me that look.

we'll discuss this later.

this stops now.

i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.

you keep throwing yourself into danger.

you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?

i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

that was really stupid of you, and you know it.

i thought you knew better than this.

what's your excuse this time?

you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?

you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.

that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.

that was completely unnecessary.

they had it handled.

you didn't need to step in like that.

why do you think you're invincible?

the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.

i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.

what are you trying to prove?

you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.

this shit hurts me, too, you know.

you're not the only one affected by this shit.

you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.

what happens if you don't come back?

you think we can just carry on without you?

you think i can handle things if you end up dead?

i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.

you're not even slick.

you think you're invincible, don't you.

quit pretending you've got everything under control.

let someone else do it for a change.

you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.

i'm done with this.

next time you do this, i'm not coming back.

promise me this is the end.

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.

let the authorities deal with it.

you're making a big mistake.

is it worth dying for?

god hears you better when you're on your knees.

don't pray for forgiveness, pray for usefulness.

we don't ask questions here, we receive answers.

if you're afraid, it means you're listening.

he chose you because you were empty.

faith isn't supposed to feel good.

pain is how devotion speaks back.

you don't need proof when you have purpose.

he watches us even when we sleep.

you were born broken so you could be remade.

doubt is a sin you confess with silence.

you don't belong to yourself anymore.

we gave that up at the door.

god doesn't love everyone.

if you leave, you take the curse with you.

you can't wash it off.

you feel guilty because you are guilty.

we save people.

you weren't chosen because you're special, it's because you'd submit.

he speaks through me now.

don't interrupt!

you don't need to understand, you need to comply.

the suffering means it's working.

you should be grateful he noticed you at all.

faith hurts before it heals.

sometimes it never heals.

god doesn't ask twice.

you volunteered the moment you stayed.

we don't use names here.

confession cleans the soul.

exposure cleans the body.

your fear smells like devotion.

if you scream, he listens harder.

you're shaking because you're close, don't pull away now.

we warned you about thinking for yourself.

obedience feels like relief once you stop resisting.

you don't miss your old life, you miss being ignorant.

he took your doubt as a kindness.

you should thank him.

the rules keep you safe from yourself.

you're not trapped, you're protected.

you don't get privacy with god

everything hidden rots.

bring it into the light.

the light burns first, then it purifies.

you can't leave until you're clean and you're not clean yet.

god loves a willing sacrifice.

don't cry, tears mean you still care about the wrong things.

you feel watched because you are.

he doesn't speak to everyone.

you don't need sleep.

you need prayer.

rest is for the faithless.

you'll thank us later, everyone does.

your body belongs to the congregation now.

we won't hurt you.

god doesn't make mistakes.

you were meant for this.

you don't hear him because you're not listening correctly.

you're safer when you don't move.

faith requires discipline, discipline requires pain.

pain requires trust, trust us.

you won't be the last.

god loves patterns, that's why we repeat ourselves.

if you question me, you question him.

you're shaking again.

we warned you about curiosity.

now look at you, open, raw, and ready.

don't cover yourself, shame is part of the process.

you don't need dignity where you're going.

you need obedience.

you're becoming holy and holiness leaves no room for ego.

you asked for meaning, this is the cost.

don't beg, he doesn't negotiate.

you can scream.

he won't stop, he never does.

you don't belong to the outside anymore.

you don't remember life before us, that's mercy.

you feel lighter because we took something essential.

faith isn't gentle, it's thorough.

you don't get to choose how you're saved.

salvation is invasive.

god prefers a broken will, it fits better in his hands.

you don't need your reflection anymore, mirrors are vanity.

you'll see him soon enough.

we don't bury bodies, we return vessels.

don't ask what comes back, you already know.

you're afraid because part of you still wants to live.

you'll be grateful when the wanting stops.

he's inside you now.

faith feels like drowning before it feels like floating.

you're not dying, you're being corrected.

don't say his name wrong.

you should have left when you had the chance, but you stayed.

you don't need forgiveness, you need erasure.

“Oh, well. Oops.”

“It’s me… bone-stilts.”

“I don’t want to kill you.”

“And I’ll tell you a thing.”

“My belt actually broke…”

“Oh, wait, it was a ghost.”

“Yes, I was dead serious.”

“Well, that’s what they get.”

“I want an exploding old lady.”

“My thing is, I don’t give a shit.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“If they end up being real, great!”

“That’s exactly why this is weird!”

“Hey, ghosts, you want some guns?”

“You’re a skyscraper in tennis shoes.”

“Maybe you’ll bond with someone’s fist.”

“I think I’m just getting a little bit braver.”

“It was like walking through a nightmare.”

“You couldn’t get less brave, at this point.”

“We gotta keep you on top of your game.”

“They think we caught a ghost on camera.”

“That kinda sounded like a whimper to me.”

“You look like the witch from SNOW WHITE.”

“Why would all grown-up ghosts want pistols?”

“The realistic answer for me is, it was a ghost.”

“I think I’m gonna buy you a punch in the face.”

“I’m not gonna roll over for any shitty evidence.”

“They get it, they get it. They don’t need anymore.”

“You hear my thing first, and then I’ll hear your thing.”

“You ever heard a little kid cry before? It’s not pleasant!”

“I think that’s a testament to you being wildly out of shape.”

“I have a healthy fear of things that should not be messed with.”

“A lot of beds are too small for me. My feet just hang off of them.”

“And they don’t teach you that in history books, which is fucked up.”

“We hitched up, slapped that horse on the ass, and let drag us through town!”

“Meanwhile, my bones are being eaten by crabs on the bottom of the ocean floor.”

It was always so rainy, in gotham, but he usually kept his window cracked, climbing onto the fire escape to look out towards the bank nearby. The top of the bank had a light on, pointing towards the sky. A call for help for Batman. He huffs. Of course this shithole of a city would rely on a cloaked figure to save them.

He goes back into the apartment, taking a moment to get suited up. He wondered if he could beat Batman there and wrap up the incident before he could. Ha! That'll be something, right?

He very quickly suits up into a tactical outfit, pulling a hood up and placing on a half mask on the bottom half of his face, effectively hiding his brand. The outfit had hints of gold in the accents, the lining of the multiple pieces of the outfit. On his back had six slots for his wings.

He opens his wings through the slots, impressive, black with golden streaks. He hums, checking himself before climbing back through the fire escape, closing it behind him before taking flight, quietly observing the ongoings before deciding to start picking off each criminal involved in the heist, before making his way inside, blocking off the exit. No criminal in or out.

He flies up above, discerning who to drop onto next. He picks off another criminal, knocking him out onto the floor, and another, and another. Well, this was going smoothly, wasn't it? Not many left..

That was, until he heard it. The sound of a gun cocked. "Not another step! Move and you're dead!" a criminal, finally deciding to be smart, spoke, and Cain turned, to face the criminal, hands up. He didn't fear the gun. He smirks under his mask.

She watched as he was threatened with a gun and answered the taunt, knowing his own immortality though the sudden appearance of wings was a surprise. They were glorious wings, though. A deep black, with flecks and hints of gold. A brand ignites, magic once again tickling her senses as she learns a little more about the figure before her. So she finally steps out, bowing politely or at least it was polite among her own pantheon, it was anyone's guess as to how polite it would be for this gentleman.

"Hail, son of the Christian pantheon." That should be enough, right? "If you don't mind one with ties to death stepping in for a moment, I can assure you of the mortal's status."

"Who are you? How much did you see?" He finally spoke, after a few moments of observation on the woman. He was quiet, now, knowing he had an audience. He turns fully to look at her, observing her now. Her appearance. And.. The flames licking at her feet. She wasn't human, that much was true. His instincts had him backing up a bit, wings puffing up a bit subconsciously, as a warning.

He stares, taking another step back. With that sign in the sky, he knew batman, or one of his allies, would be showing up soon. He didn't want to be caught by them. His goal was to get in, stop the issue, and get out. This was an unfortunate distraction. "What do you want with me?" He takes another quick look around. Planning an escape route, likely. "Look, if this is about Heaven, I have zero say in that. I pay my dues every day just like everyone else." And more, though he didn't say that. He catches a glimpse of red blinking lights, and his fingers twitch, disabling all cameras that could see him, using his magic.

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .

“ I never asked you to save me - I asked you to stay. ”

“ You keep saying you’re fine, but I can still see the blood on your hands. ”

“ Don’t touch me. Everyone I love ends up broken. ”

“ I forgave you the first three times. There won’t be a fourth. ”

“ You weren’t there when I needed you most, so why are you here now? ”

“ I stopped counting the days since you left - turns out forever is shorter than I thought. ”

“ All those promises you made sound like lies when I say them out loud. ”

“ I kept your side of the bed empty for a year. It’s time to admit you’re not coming back. ”

“ You look at me like I’m a ghost, but you’re the one who killed us. ”

“ I would have burned the world down for you. You wouldn’t even cross the street. ”

“ Say it. Say you never loved me so I can finally stop hoping. ”

“ The worst part isn’t that you lied - it’s that I still believed you. ”

“ I practiced smiling in the mirror so you wouldn’t notice I’m falling apart. ”

“ You taught me how to trust again. Thanks for the lesson. ”

“ Every time you walk away, a piece of me goes with you. ”

“ I didn’t lose you. You threw me away the moment someone better came along. ”

“ Stop apologizing. The damage is already done. ”

“ I still reach for you in my sleep and wake up colder than before. ”

“ You said ‘forever’ like it was easy. ”

“ I keep replaying the last time you said my name, trying to hear love in it. ”

“ The silence after you left is louder than any fight we ever had. ”

“ I was ready to die for you. You weren’t even willing to live for me. ”

“ Tell me where it hurts, so I know where to stop touching. ”

“ You moved on so fast I didn’t even get the chance to miss you properly. ”

“ I built my whole world around you, and you just walked out the door without looking back. ”

“ The worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves to survive loving you. ”

“ I finally deleted your number. My phone still autocorrects ‘I’m sorry’ to your name. ”

“ You weren’t the villain - you were just cruel with good intentions. ”

“ I hate that I still check if you’re okay when I’m the one bleeding. ”

“ We didn’t break up. We slowly tore each other apart until there was nothing left to save. ”

“ You said you’d never make me cry. Look at me now. ”

“ I keep the voicemail you left the night everything fell apart. I’ve listened to it so many times I know your pauses by heart. ”

“ Loving you feels like drowning in slow motion while you stand on the shore. ”

“ I wasn’t enough to make you stay, but I was enough to make you feel guilty about leaving. ”

“ You came back like nothing happened, but I’m still picking up pieces you don’t even see. ”

“ I stopped leaving the porch light on. You never noticed anyway. ”

“ The saddest part is I still defend you when people ask why I’m not over it. ”

“ You didn’t just break my heart - you broke my ability to believe anyone else. ”

“ I finally understand why you always said ‘don’t get attached.’ You never planned on staying. ”

“ Every happy memory we had now feels like evidence in a crime scene. ”

“ I wish I could hate you. It would hurt less than this. ”

“ You keep asking what you can do to fix this. Start by going back in time. ”

“ I smiled in all the photos so no one would know you were destroying me behind them. ”

“ The hardest part of letting go is realizing you let go first. ”

“ I still flinch when someone says your name like it’s a curse. ”

“ You weren’t a chapter - you were the whole book, and now it’s on fire. ”

“ I didn’t lose feelings. They were murdered, slowly, every time you chose not to choose me. ”

“ I hope one day you look for me in a crowded room and feel what I feel every single day. ”

“ You walked away like it was easy, but I’m still here trying to remember how to breathe without you. ”

As an Roleplayer in the Tumblr community, I’m fine with other muses commenting on posts my muse makes or reblogging asks I’ve been sent with their own take on what was posted about. In fact, I LIKE IT! It’s fun! But I’m not sure who else wants that interaction on their RP blog like this- so if you reblog this I’ll know it’s okay to interact with your character this way.

(Just remember don’t re-blog RolePlay threads that aren’t yours! Usually those are between specific people, and outside people reblogging them makes it difficult to keep track of when their partner has responded. But re-blogging general posts and asks with in-character shenanigans? Do it! Let’s have some fun!!!)