WIT & CHARM

The New Pope Sentences

(Sentences from The New Pope (2020). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You're wrong. I don't resemble anyone."

"You keep saying my actions are dangerous, but there's only one dangerous thing for you here today: me knowing everything."

"Why is it that you and I have never been able to tolerate each other?"

"Are there ghosts here?"

"I feel lonely all of a sudden."

"If I let you come in now, we'll feel even more lonely later."

"You made the right decision. Pleasure leads to pain."

"So, here we are, faced with the frightful task of having to converse."

"That joke is terribly funny, even though I did not laugh."

"It must not be easy being you."

"That's a question a lover would ask."

"Quite frankly, I'm astounded at the method you chose to make me such a proposal!"

"Do you know what I crave?"

"Love is an abstract concept, but a necessary one."

"You've all abandoned me."

"You know the answer. Don't ask such obvious questions."

"Do you find me bombastic?"

"I am aware of the opinion you've formed of me."

"Whenever you are unsure which choice to make, if you wish, I am here to help you."

"This will be a long war, though it will end as they all do: with my victory."

"It's never too early for a gin and tonic."

"This is a highly unusual choice for a first date!"

"I detest politics and gossip in equal measure."

"What's wrong? You look different. You look lifeless."

"I don't need to intimidate you. You're already intimidated by me, and do you know why? Because you're incredibly turned on by me. Just try to deny it."

"I didn't ask for this. I did not ask for this."

"Do you have any evening dresses? You would look magnificent in an evening dress."

"That bathrobe doesn't suit you."

"I do not perform miracles. I simply find myself at the centre of coincidences."

"I don't manage a single thing. I merely offer advice now and then."

"I was scared, and I still am."

"We can work best behind the scenes, you and I."

"I would have much preferred our first encounter to be under more pleasant circumstances."

"You don't need to trust me; you need to entrust yourself to me."

"I am not modern. I am ancient."

"Shut up and listen to me!"

"Even though I do what I can to dissuade people, in the end, they always develop a soft spot for me."

"Do you know what's so beautiful about questions? It's that we don't have the answers."

this is exactly what it is so ya know consume kink content at your own discretion.  general content warning for blood consumption, cannibalistic implications and knife cutting. *blows a kiss* this ones for all you monster fuckers out there. 

[ CUT ]  for sender to use a knife on receiver,  making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay. 

[ SLIT ]  for receiver to use a knife on sender,  making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay.  

[ BITE ]  for sender to bite receiver hard enough to draw blood during sex. 

[ BITTEN ]  for receiver to bite sender hard enough to draw blood during sex. 

[ CLING ]  for after battle sex with both muses covered in blood. 

[ TASTE ]  for sender to bite receiver’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood. 

[ TASTED ]  for receiver to bite sender’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood. 

[ SAMPLE ]  for sender to wipe at smeared blood on receiver that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger. 

[ SAMPLED ]  for receiver to wipe at smeared blood on sender that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger. 

[ TAKE ]  sender has a small injury and receiver wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand. 

[ TAKEN ]  receiver has a small injury and sender wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand. 

[ CONSUME ]  sender needs to feed on human blood,  receiver makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of. 

[ CONSUMED ]  receiver needs to feed on human blood,  sender makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of. 

[ OFFERING ]  sender lets receiver feed on their blood through whatever means is natural for them. 

[ OFFERED ]  receiver lets sender feed on their blood through whatever means is natural for them. 

[ GIVE ]  sender wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to receiver’s mouth for them to lick clean. 

[ GIVEN ]  receiver wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to sender’s mouth for them to lick clean. 

[ MUFFLED ]  for sender to bite receiver during sex to muffle themselves but end up drawing blood. 

[ MUFFLING ]  for receiver to bite sender during sex to muffle themselves but end up drawing blood. 

[ DRINK ]  sender feeds off receiver’s blood by biting their breasts. 

[ DRINKING ]  receiver feeds off sender’s blood by biting their breasts. 

[ SAVOR ]  sender is giving receiver oral then bites their thighs to lick at their blood. 

[ SAVORING ]  receiver is giving sender oral then bites their thighs to lick at their blood.

[ PAIN ]  sender makes cuts in receiver’s thighs before or during oral. 

2nd base: exist in a public space together

3rd base: you witness me have a real, candid emotion

┊ ⋆ @selfishisuppose howled: let  them  stare.  i'd  stare  at  me,  too.

dorian's used to this sort of thing. of course he is. gods themselves would fashion themselves in his form if they could. anything blessed with sight and sense would look upon him until their retinas went fallow, and gladly go blind if he were the last thing they saw. it's a given that he draws the attention of anything and everything around him. it's a fact valko has come to terms with, and done so with a modicum of pride over the man who chooses to walk beside him.

attention is one thing. valko doesn't mind the attention. but dorian's hardly aware of the kinetic shift around him, the frequency of rushing blood cells hastening at a frenetic pace, and how the energy transforms into electric amperes and kelvins because even in molecular ways does he affect the people around him. all for valko to hear, to smell, to see.

and valko's mastered just enough discipline not to scowl at those discerning eyes around them. not enough to stop the way he reaches out to pull dorian to him by his belt, until their hips crash into each other with a carelessness that marks everything valko commits.

 ❛ they can stare all they want, ❜ he murmurs at the corner of dorian's mouth.  ❛ it's a free country. sort of. ❜ valko's arm circles his waist in a manner that could not be anything but possessive, and neither does he have any intention of telegraphing otherwise.

There was a brief huff at the crash, but it was the whisper, lips so close to his own, and he was pretty sure he was supposed to be a puddle on the ground right now, trying to find his words as an arm snaked around him, clearly marking territory, which made him so stupidly proud.

"Valko," he tried, but his voice briefly broke, and he felt silly. "I'm pretty sure everyone knows that," Dorian managed, pulling himself together, or trying to at least. Everyone knew now, that was for sure, though considering who it was that he was dating he's pretty sure they already knew, and he wasn't sure which one of them they had been staring at.

"They know, I know," and what a wonderful thing for him to know, that someone was so crazy about him that they showed it in public with a ferocity like this that had him feel lucky that he was wearing jeans or he's sure everyone would know how affected he was of both the pulling as well as that tone.

Viago studied the man for a moment, considering him. He had never expected to be allies with anyone from Tevinter, let alone a magister. How many jobs had he completed over the years, specifically targeting magisters? He was not Lucanis, of course - he hadn't made a name and reputation for himself specifically in killing Tevene mages. But that didn't make working with one now any less strange.

The longer he had spent with Dorian, though, the more Viago had realized he was not like most of the magisters he had encountered before. He didn't trust him yet - he didn't trust most people, really. But they shared a common goal. And the man was... tolerable.

"As long as you do not give me a reason to be so, I will not be dangerous to you," Viago assured him. "We are both working with Rook now, so I hope that you do not intend to give me a reason. You seem like you could be rather dangerous yourself, though. I have seen you use your magic on our enemies."

"Here I thought your bottom line was gold, not politics, but what do I know? I've hardly spent time in Antiva, and I'd like to think I would have known if a man like you were in Minrathous, it's not like the Antivan Crows doesn't accept plenty of jobs against this or that magister," and while it plenty of times had been someone he wanted out of the game as well, he wasn't always that lucky.

"That would be my favorite kind of porno," he finally joked, and his grin was something cheeky and pleased. "Honestly, the best genre. And you would looked absolutely incredible in it, for what that's worth." He pressed a kissed against Dorian's jaw. "But please don't. I'm very selfish about all of this. About you."

"Good, I don't want to share you with the world either," he admitted, feeling so stupidly naked by saying something so vulnerable. It was true nonetheless, and if he wasn't already blushing, then he was sure it was beyond obvious now, he could feel the heat in his cheeks. "Me neither. My parents hate each other, I'm surprised they're still together. But I guess we'll learn that together, that part neither of us have role models for."

It didn’t address the underlying issue and that Jasper had no idea how to fix. No matter his assurances, Dorian was still stuck on the idea that the two of them together would only end in tragedy. A part of him growled in frustration because surely it should be him who decide how he ruined himself. It came from a place of concern and affection.

It was novel that someone was concerned about his reputation when he’d long ago sullied it all on his own.

A part of him wanted to grab Dorian and shake him. Tell him that he was enjoying the time they had together. The sex was something he loved anyways but it was creeping into more than that. Jasper knew he should have long since moved on but he didn’t want to. He wanted Dorian. He was content to have him in whatever way the mage would allow but a part of him was starting to crave more than just the way their bodies fit together.

He was an idiot.

Jasper swallowed, looking away from Dorian and pretending to be looking for his clothes instead. If that’s what the mage wanted then he didn’t want to push. Too much and Dorian might decide it was more than what he was willing to entertain. At least if he didn’t rock the boat he could keep the other man in his bed a little while longer.

"What do you want?" Perhaps he snapped, but the idea of being replaced tore at something, and while he hadn't meant to sound bitter it was how it came out, and to avoid looking like some kicked puppy he turned his back against Jasper again, fingers in the cold water that he now idly washed his chest with for some excuse to stand there without looking at him as he gathered his clothes. "Shit," he muttered, under his breath, as he had initiated the conversation he had been dancing around for what felt like eternity, and he closed his eyes for a few heartbeats to gather himself as he prepared for the inevitable 'well this was fun while it lasted' speech he'd heard many a time at home, but no one had dragged it out quite like the Inquisitor.