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finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for .

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare ,  spin the bottle ,  etc ) .

kissing your lover to show you forgive them .

neck kisses that turn into love bites .

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them .

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them .

a last kiss before one goes away .

biting your lover’s lip amidst a kiss .

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears .

a kiss while being reunited after a long time .

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy .

a kiss while slow dancing .

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger .

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight .

kissing them to shut them up .

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning .

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain .

kissing your partner to seal a marriage .

a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim .

a kiss to resolve suppressed romantic/sexual tension .

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay .

kissing the top of their head as you hold them .

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers .

stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd .

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains .

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun sets .

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand .

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out .

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps .

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss .

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them .

a kiss after joining your lover in the shower .

a kiss after receiving good news .

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends .

a kiss shared between enemies during combat .

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them .

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort .

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party .

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing .

a kiss between two people in a fake relationship .

a kiss that seals a promise .

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning .

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them .

kissing the tears from their cheeks .

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body .

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation .

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast .

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work .

dialogue prompts from the last séance: tales of the supernatural by agatha christie.

are you not well?

do not be too ready to see the devil in everything you do not understand.

you are a good, faithful creature.

something terrible is going to happen to me.

all you need is rest. rest, and quiet.

with your arms around me, i feel safe. i forget my life.

there is danger, i tell you. i can feel it. great danger.

promise me. never again.

there are things that matter more than money.

a mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world.

i hold you to your promise.

i do not break my word.

what has been happening here?

it's just a thing that happened.

i convinced myself i had had some kind of hallucination.

what would you have done, in my place?

i knew, but i couldn't change.

i wouldn't sleep alone here for anything.

miracles don't happen.

shut the door. don't stand there half the night.

your clothes will be dry by morning.

you couldn't turn out a dog in this weather.

something is wrong in this house.

you seem preoccupied.

i had to see you.

i'm a practical person. i don't imagine things.

i prayed for a miracle, and you knocked on the door.

what are your views on the supernatural?

you must not underrate the force of superstition.

it can't be anything but coincidence.

violence will be of no avail.

are you in favor of talking or sleeping?

you make me positively uncomfortable.

i have time to tell you the story, if you care to hear it.

one most keep strong and well. it is everything to keep strong and well.

i recognized you at once.

i shall not permit myself to die.

it is the will to live that matters. all of the great doctors say that, nowadays.

you hate me. you have always hated me.

you look quite different.

life was made for laughter.

i am not as stupid as i pretend to be, perhaps.

i can play many parts, and play them very well.

you are laughing at me.

there are strange things going on in this house.

there is such a thing as atmosphere.

you give me the creeps. you really do.

anything might happen to us here.

i shouldn't go in, if i were you.

tell me what you came to tell me.

i always know when bad things are coming.

my nerves are in a rotten state.

my pretty lamb. so sweet and gentle.

there's only one life one can be sure about: this one.

i'm not the 'falling in love' kind.

i thought i knew ____ so well.

you've been up to your tricks again.

what have they been doing to you?

how do i know you're ______?

'possible'? that is not a word i care to meddle with.

who is it you suspect of wanting to kill you?

have you ever been hypnotized?

i notice you're not overcome with surprise.

you are very gloomy these days.

your eyes are like pansies: velvety and soft and dark.

you've been watching me. why?

got everything you want?

i have never felt so helpless.

don't try to think. be content to forget.

you would jeer and laugh if i were dying.

i don't like killing. not even wasps.

money can't buy everything, but it can buy everything i want.

i don't believe in anything i can't see and hear and touch.

i have let myself get fond of you.

why tell me now, when it's too late?

we're pretty safe here, for the time being.

this man,  however,  could convince lucy bad luck comes in spades.  judging by all the ranting and raving and temper,  his day isn't much better.  it brings her little relief.

Her nonchalance originally taken as over-confidence in a situation where she was clearly wrong, begged to be reassessed once he heard her screech back at him through his cracked window. Leaning forward over his steering wheel, he peered through the windshield at her deflated tire. Rolling his eyes so far into the back of his head that his eyes fell closed, Richie pressed his forehead into the faux leather of the wheel. "Why not this? Sure, okay. Why not this, too?" he muttered to himself then threw open the driver's side door.

Richie marched over to the side of the car she was leaning on, eyes trained on the problem in this particular situation. "Don't suppose you got a spare tire, princess. Dare I dream for a lug wrench somewhere in your trunk?" Icy blue eyes cut across to her face for a moment before he squatted down to see how bad the damage was. Unsalvageable, of fuckin' course. "For you information, my vision is twenty-twenty. I've just had my fill of bullshit for the day. I couldn't notice anything else at that very moment."

He stood up straight and with one hand on his hip and the other extended out, he frowned deeply as he spoke more politely than earlier. Though, there was still an unshakable edge to his Chicago accent. "I'm Richie, by the way. I'll be your roadside assistant this afternoon. Flattery does not count as a tip, but it is still highly appreciated."

who did this to you?! from Quincey / @vampyrvalley

"Pardon me, Madame. I understand a great deal more than one might assume." In his travels, he'd seen more than he'd read about in his family's archived journals. He toured continents with the Professor Van Helsing, and he came across many mysteries the Modern Age of Science would deny in their laboratories. "You must admit, you are quite extraordinary."

DIALOGUE

blood tastes different under moonlight.

i don't need permission from the dark.

that scar wasn't from feeding.

you hear footsteps. i hear veins.

you should stop trusting monsters.

i prefer alleys. less witnesses.

i hate how much i want you.

this is the part where you're supposed to be afraid.

i don't need your blood. i want it.

i don't turn people lightly.

i don't chase unless i mean to kill.

you smell different when you're afraid.

i never feed where i live.

nightfall is my beginning.

you're not afraid enough.

hunger doesn't make me cruel. it makes me honest.

i hunt by instinct, not thought.

i can't remember the last time i watched the sun rise.

you won't survive loving me.

stay still. i'm trying to be gentle.

you're warm. god, you're warm.

i won't feed unless you ask me to.

i haven't tasted fresh blood since yesterday.

i could hear your heart from across the room.

the night forgives nothing, it only hides it.

the night remembers what the sun forgets.

you'd make a terrible vampire.

you're not prey if i choose you.

i can hear your pulse speeding up.

i hear you even when you're quiet.

that's not hunger you're feeling.

you glow when you're alive.

i fed poorly tonight. i'm still starving.

the night belongs to us.

don't move. you'll only make it worse.

you don't know what you're offering.

you taste like you want to be kept.

don't bare your throat at me like that.

i don't hunt children. i don't hunt lovers.

prey always thinks it has time.

the city exhales at night.

running only makes the blood warmer.

i feed quickly. mercy is efficiency.

i could make this hurt. i won't.

i don't sleep anymore. i wait.

i mark my territory in subtler ways.

i fed already. this is something else.

don't ask me to choose between you and hunger.

you bleed so easily.

you should be running.

cities sound different after midnight.

you're safe. for now.

you won't look at me the same after this.

i only hunt when the moon is high.

the dark knows me.

night hides sins better than daylight ever could.

i hunt better when i'm hungry.

i don't need blood often. i need it precisely.

blood is louder than screams.

don't look back. it excites me.

hunger sharpens everything.

i can taste fear in the air.

you don't survive centuries without learning restraint.

i don't hunt every night. that's how monsters are made.

i can smell you before i see you.

i could drain you. i won't.

you feel different when you're asleep.

i've killed for less than this.

every heartbeat is a countdown.

i don't drink from people i care about.

if i wanted you dead, you wouldn't be talking.

i hunt alone for a reason.

do you trust me, or are you just out of options?

i warned you not to fall asleep near me.

you invited me in. you knew what that meant.

don't look at my mouth like that.

i only drink enough to keep my hands steady.

i've stalked quieter cities than this.

silence makes prey careless.

i remember my first kill.

you're safer when you don't smell like adrenaline.

i can follow your pulse through walls.

i haven't fed in days. you shouldn't stand so close.

you shouldn't wander after dark.

ACTIONS

( ambush ) : for SENDER to ambush RECEIVER from the shadows.

( protect ) : for SENDER to shield RECEIVER from another vampire.

( bare ) : for SENDER to expose their throat to RECEIVER in trust.

( hunger ) : for SENDER to struggle visibly with thirst near RECEIVER.

( chase ) : for OUR MUSES to run through empty streets at night.

( breathe ) : for SENDER to steady themselves after feeding on RECEIVER.

( clean ) : for SENDER to clean blood from RECEIVER'S mouth.

( restrain ) : for SENDER to restrain RECEIVER mid-hunt.

( mark ) : for SENDER to mark up RECEIVER as theirs.

( invite ) : for SENDER to invite RECEIVER inside their secret abode.

( circle ) : for SENDER to circle RECEIVER without being seen.

( hide ) : for OUR MUSES to hide from approaching dawn.

( refuse ) : for SENDER to refuse to feed on RECEIVER.

( stalk ) : for SENDER to follow RECEIVER through the night.

( vanish ) : for SENDER to disappear before RECEIVER notices.

( bind ) : for SENDER to bind RECEIVER'S wrist for feeding.

( scent ) : for SENDER to recognize RECEIVER by scent alone.

( awaken ) : for SENDER to wake RECEIVER at nightfall, already hungry.

( flee ) : for SENDER to run after realizing what RECEIVER is.

( feed ) : for SENDER to feed carefully from RECEIVER.

( linger ) : for SENDER to linger close to RECEIVER'S pulse.

( confess ) : for SENDER to admit they've been watching RECEIVER.

( spare ) : for SENDER to spare RECEIVER'S life at the last second.

( heal ) : for SENDER to lick RECEIVER'S wound closed.

( sunrise ) : for OUR MUSES to carefully watch from the sunrise together.

( endure ) : for SENDER to endure hunger rather than kill RECEIVER.

( turn ) : for SENDER to begin the process of turning RECEIVER.

( listen ) : for OUR MUSES to listen to the city settle into night.

( hunt ) : for SENDER to hunt RECEIVER silently through empty streets.

( pin ) : for SENDER to pin RECEIVER against a wall without feeding.

( sense ) : for SENDER to sense RECEIVER hunting nearby.

( offer ) : for SENDER to offer immortality to RECEIVER.

( stalked ) : for RECEIVER to realize they are being stalked by SENDER.

( claim ) : for SENDER to mark RECEIVER as theirs.

“What exactly is the point of Dungeons & Dragons?” Ally asks as she peers at the other with curiosity written all over her face. Eddie has been an enigma this whole time, but Ally's been curious and when a curiosity takes hold of her, it's almost like game over. Add in this thing that everyone's talking about that he's some...master of? Is that what they called him? Ally doesn't know. “Because it kinda sounds like it's right up my alley, if I'm being honest with you...”

If it had been anyone else asking him, Eddie would've heard a high pitched ringing in his ears instead of plain English. He'd serve up one of his silent but deadly looks and continued adjusting the backdrops of the stage like the lowly stagehand he was. In trade for his use of the theater department's lights for ambience during Hellfire meetings, Eddie volunteered to work behind the scenes for the school's productions. If he wasn't playing with Corroded Coffin after school hours, he even pitched in for choir performances and other little ceremonies that went on in the auditorium. Despite this, Eddie's reputation followed him everywhere. Not even the theater geeks were immune to his devil horned mystic. Except for Ally...

"It's more complicated than you might think. You don't get handed a script and practice your best character voice in the mirror. Although, that doesn't hurt," he grinned manically. "You're responsible for your entire character. The background, their stats, but you don't keep this stuff to yourself like you would here. You keep a binder and share your sheets with your team. The Dungeon Master takes care of the campaign. Imagine an epic fantasy flick or book but multiply it times a million. The DM only controls the plot, though. It's your character along with the rest of your team who's in control of how it all ends. To do that, there's dice. Each number is a measure of actions. If your character is wounded or dies, that's it. You have to earn any magic or immunity that might save you. Your teammates can save you if they roll what's needed." Eddie refocused his eyes, coming out of his DnD stupor. "Does that answer your question?"

from the singer djo . if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for . some of these could be considered usfw / nsfw .

t. rex is loud

“ Hey, it's been too long. ”

“ I'm in heaven. ”

“ Take a seat. ”

“ Gotta show you a couple of things. ”

“ Just listen, things will be okay. ”

“ I'll turn it on, baby, when we take a ride. ”

“ Please tell me that things get easier... ”

“ No, I don't need that bad information. ”

“ 'Til next time, my dear friend. ”

love can't break the spell

“ I'm sad. ”

“ I'm sad that you would say what you said yesterday... ”

“ You know I wouldn't do that kinda thing to you. ”

“ Is that you? ”

“ I'm mad. ”

“ I'm mad that you could live, and love me like you did. ”

“ I'm better without you no more. ”

“ Live and be well. ”

“ I salute the time we had. ”

“ I'm glad that you're okay. ”

“ I've got twenty cuts. ”

“ Such a pretty thing. ”

“ But love can't break the spell... ”

mr. mountebank

“ Money talks. ”

“ Blow it up! ”

“ Once they peel the skin back, let 'em see. ”

“ Not afraid. ”

“ Not for sale. ”

“ So pay me my money. ”

“ Is a weasel my friend or Mr. Mountebank? ”

“ Check the literature before you calculate. ”

“ Gotta swallow that water before the high can drate. ”

“ Show your family that the heart can ache. ”

“ Wait your turn. ”

“ Big man, who are you? ”

“ Are you gonna do what they tell you to? ”

“ Do you have regret? Let it rest. ”

“ Now my ears are burning. ”

“ Is that what you want? ”

“ Are the crusts cut, buddy? ”

“ Does the gold spoon do it the same, or was silver enough? ”

“ Can a brick wall listen? ”

“ It's too much... ”

“ Cast it out, fade away. ”

“ Tap out for you, but it's takin' everything right outta me. ”

“ In a way, who's the cuck? If I watch a good thing getting fucked. ”

“ What do you want from me? ”

“ And you won't forget me when I move away? ”

“ When you were cryin', even though you were wrong, I was there to comfort you. ”

carry the name

“ That's not that bad. ”

“ I carry your name. ”

“ It's pictures of you that I'm scared of. ”

“ I try not to blame... ”

“ Rejection's a new way to new love. ”

“ It's never the same... ”

“ Met another man. ”

“ I got a message from [ Name ], and it made me feel good. ”

“ Maybe reflection's a new way to new love. ”

“ I'm not the same... ”

it's over

“ Every night, when I lay my head, I cannot dream. ”

“ I'm stayin' up in an empty bed. ”

“ My mind goes to you. ”

“ It's over. ”

“ It's over when it's done. ”

“ No longer havin' any fun. ”

“ When mornin' comes, I don't need wakin' up. ”

“ Another sleepless night... ”

“ Why turn off the light? ”

“ I'll fold the clothes, 'cause you know where they go. ”

“ We can't be friends when this is done. ”

“ Hey, it's me... I miss you. ”

“ Why aren't you pickin' up? ”

“ I can help you with so much. ”

“ Stop... Stop. Stop! ”

“ One day here, the next she's / he's / they're gone... ”

purgatory silverstar

“ You brought me life. ”

“ It feels like a big waste of time. ”

“ Life keeps swallowin'... ”

“ That's why I learned to cook. ”

“ I'm a vacuum-sealed body bag, in a crafted metabolic way. ”

“ Salutations to the old world. ”

“ Only me, myself, and radio. ”

“ It's the end... ”

“ Bye-bye blue. ”

“ In my dreams, I'm back on you. ”

“ I took you for granted. ”

“ For the rest of my life, I'll pay my dues. ”

who you are

“ A year has passed between us... ”

“ Hurt doesn't fade, it always lingers. ”

“ Try to forget? I've tried! ”

“ So will I ever know the story? ”

“ What does it mean to love somebody? ”

“ Shouldn't loose ends come back to mend? ”

“ I was naive... unsure about it. Still am. ”

“ What did I do? ”

“ Just give it time. ”

“ Go back to the start, to see the reason why. ”

“ Through it all, I miss you, babe. ”

“ Thought I couldn't live without you, but I was wrong. ”

“ Eventually, the clock was always gonna stop. ”

“ Now you know who you are. ”

“ Don't forget where you've come from. ”

“ Reinvention fails the people who hide pain. ”

grime of the world

“ Life's funny, isn't it? ”

“ Die tryin'. ”

“ Guess I'll quit. ”

“ [ Name ] needs a replacement. ”

“ Will you please take the wheel? ”

“ We're outta control. ”

“ The food is delicious. ”

“ White powder, plus the beach. ”

“ You are what you eat. ”

“ You blame the government. ”

try me

“ It ain't gonna feel good... ”

“ That can't feel good. ”

“ I trust my information 'cause I know my source is good. ”

“ I feel for your situation, but listen to me, if you would. ”

“ Is he / she gonna love you like I would? ”

“ You told me yourself that he / she didn't love you. ”

“ Who's gonna love you like I could? ”

“ You traded in the beat-up truck for the brand-new car? ”

“ I'll be your co-star captain. ”

“ Trust me, I can fill your sails. ”

“ 'Round and around, we go. ”

“ I can't do this anymore... ”

“ Try me. ”

they don't know what's right

“ Be serious! ”

“ No, this isn't a joke! ”

“ You left the cards face-up on the table. ”

“ You're primitive. ”

“ You leave much to be desired. ”

“ Please grade my paper. ”

“ I think my teacher was a massive bully. ”

“ Why do I care what you have to say? ”

“ That must be a joke... ”

“ You think the game isn't fair? ”

“ Jesus, dude, chill. ”

“ Don't pin me down. ”

“ Don't try and show me the way. ”

“ Yeah, you can count me out. ”

“ I'm just a joker? Well, I'd rather be a joker than you. ”

“ They don't know what's right. ”

awake

“ How does it feel? ”

“ I'm awake! I'm awake. ”

“ Come on, swallow that. ”

“ Brother's off to college. Little sister's sad. ”

His voice...it was smooth like honey, and warm to her ears - like a glass of warm milk. Eyelid would close, and Aileen's mind travel to home - the small farmhouse that nestle comfortably on a small hill top; surrounded by cows, chickens, and horses. She could see her mother stepping out of the farm after fetching the eggs - waving at her, whilst her father was taking the horses in - giving Aileen a quick smile. Her father...his voice was exactly like Remmick's. Oh, despite his flaws - she missed him dearly.

I think of you everyday, Pa.

A warm, fat tear crawl from her eye, bringing her mind back to reality. A quick and silent sniffle, she swipe the tear away. "Forgive me," She spoke in a soft tone, briefly flashing a shy smile. "just -- just thought of a...funny memory."

The creature had held sway over mortal mind's for some years since his rebirth. He'd seen what spells his song could cast over a tender heart, but it was rare for one to be so effected by the mere cadence of his natural accent. An inflection he took care to disguise in certain company as many did not take kindly to the kin of the Emerald Isle. His predatory gaze, thinly veiled, watched her cover her show of emotion swiftly. The smell of salt from her stray tear sent an electric pulse through his senses. He mirrored her smile with a show of dull teeth. "A funny memory, you say? Aye, well, I oft'n cry me-self t'keep from laughin'."

The innocence of his jest was lost to her suspicion. A cloud falling between them like a sudden and brutal storm. Remmick angled his chin down to stare at her through a shadowed look. "I would ask th'same of you, lass. What faerie stories have you been warmin' yer heart with these lonely nights t'o 'suspect me of superstition? I am but a weary traveler lookin' fer a safe haven t'rest me head."

Her ashtray is full, but Joyce lights another cigarette, basking in its fleeting stress-relief with every inhale and exhale. Thumb scratches absentmindedly at a spot on her brow, tongue running over dried lips, trying not to think. To worry. But worry Joyce does, notorious for it, unable to ignore her inner voice and intuition of her gut she follows blindly. Except this time… she can’t follow it. She’s forced to sit back and wait. Wait for @vampyrvalley to radio he’s in, his voice the only sound of comfort. Wait until Hopper’s returned from his Crawl when she can hold him again. When ‘Come back to me in one piece’ is a promise fulfilled.

Joyce doesn’t mean to go quiet the remaining hours before a Crawl, overthinking in her head not giving her a chance to have much enthusiasm to speak anything out loud, anxiousness leaving her restless. She helps where she can, but at this point everything is so routine Joyce gradually falls to the sidelines, hovering like a mother hen, flitting about from man to man between Hopper and her boys, doing more harm than good, knowing they’ve got their own shit and parts to worry about and a mother’s wasn’t needed for added baggage.

Shuffled footsteps force her upright in her seat, smile managed when Hop walks in to appear hopeful and positive, when Joyce is clearly feeling anything but. “Got everything you need?” She asks lightly, extinguishing her cigarette that’s burned to the filter, going for another and finding her pack empty. “This is the… what? Twentieth Crawl already? I guess that calls for a congratulations?” But still no sign of Vecna. The number, the amount of wasted of time, it’s drawn the question to Joyce’s lips, tone attempting to make the topic casual. “When… ah. When do you think we’ll… stop? Hypothetically.”

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At first, it was like being in the service again. Hop had his marching orders. He kept a clear head and followed his feet one step in front of the other. Climbing into the back of the military trucks, keeping quiet and his eyes peeled, everything moved like clockwork. When he started coming back empty handed, he could at least convince himself those missions yielded good recon. They knew where Vecna wasn't hiding. The corners he could be holed up in were beginning to get thinner and thinner. Hopper wouldn't let his guard down, but he was beginning to think they might never uncover the bastard. Every new Crawl only brought him closer to discovery by the government forces.

When he rounded the corner and saw Joyce's worry lined face and the obviously forced smile of assurance, it was like he was hit with a breath of clean, fresh air. His footsteps were lighter and carried him across the room to her. For as long as he'd known her, since they were kids, she never could master the art of looking peaceful. Not unless a joint was being passed between them. The closer she hovered next to him every time he left for another Crawl, he knew that meant her concern was only growing stronger. The boys, her boys, were growing tired of their mother's tight grip, but Jim reveled in it. He watched her fumble with her cigarette pack with a half-hitched smile on his face.

"We can't stop," he answered mournfully. "You know we can't. Not until we find him." Not until he's destroyed. His hands took her by the shoulders and massaged the tension from her muscles. Then he pulled her against his chest for a long hug. "I know it's hard for you." He knew she wouldn't be able to take much more of it. "You're going to have to trust me to do this. Will... None of us will be safe until we're sure this monster is gone. Forever." Hopper took a deep breath at the crown of her head before pulling back and looking down at her face. "How about I make you dinner?"