#murderfucker

Send me “♥” to see how my muse reacts when your muse suddenly kisses them.

Gin punches the masked figure in the gut, then moves to force them to their knees.  There’s the sound of a gun being cocked as the muzzle of a revolver is placed near their head.

“Wot part of ‘get out’ is ‘ard fer y’ta understand…?”

The revolver cocks, Gin still flopped on the bed. “Outta my room.”

“No’ now, murderfucker, ah’ve go’ ta scream inta tha void.”

Gin hums softly for a moment. “Mm…shame. Before ah could reveal their identity.” She gives a shrug, then goes back to doing Gin things.

“Didn’ I already make a threat about brain matter on tha wall…?”

“Did ‘e now?  ‘Ow did ‘e manage ‘at one, then?”

Push off a cliff

Wolfe, but only because she’s pretty sure he’d have the Skyhawk nearby to catch him.

Kiss

Gatz, which she has in that verse several times…

Marry

Terrick. Duh.

Set on Fire

Murderfuck Anon.

Wrap a Blanket around

Sylvanas. You didn’t specify that she couldn’t wrap it around her neck very tightly.

Be Roommates with

Eleanor.

“ ‘Ow do ah find tha murderfucker? Well, crazy smells like walnut brownies, so I’d follow tha’ scent. Or jus’ listen ta tha lil’ voice inside my 'ead tha’ screams louder when they’re near.”