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Send in a symbol from YOUR muse to see how MY muse will react to yours!  For the ones where YOUR muse gives or says something to mine: WILD CARD! Your muse can pick the item, sings a specific song, or says a specific thing!

Family/Platonic:

✩  Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.

✪  Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.

★  Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them.

✬  Making them their favorite hot beverage.

☼  Cuddling on the sofa next to each other.

☀  Singing them to sleep.

☆  Getting them something they need before they ask for it. 

☄ Leaning your head on their shoulder while they talk.

✥ Play fighting!

❃  Mussing their hair or tugging at their clothes (a hat, sleeve, etc.)

Shipping/Romance:

♥  Laying by their side and watching them while they sleep with a fond smile.

♡  Kissing the corner of their eyes.

❥  Running your hand over their arm and gently pulling them close.

❤  Whispering sweet nothings in their ear. 

❦  Holding hands and nuzzling somewhere ambient and low-lit.

❣  Staring deep into their eyes with adoration.

ღ  Rubbing your leg against theirs under the table.

ℒ  Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.

￡ Brushing your hand over or gently squeezing their bum.

Ω Running a hand over their collar bone or décolleté.

Sexual/NSFW:

✖  Soft nips at the neck and shoulder line.

✗  Bathing, washing, or soaking together quietly after sex.

♦  Body worshipping their naked form, slowly.

✚  Painting honey dust, edible paint, or other soft brush strokes on their body.

✦  Giving a sensual massage.

♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.

▲ Dressing them up in lingerie (or gear) with gentle attention.

▽ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

“Trust me - it’s me that’s not good enough to be around you…any of you guys and if you knew the reason you would agree.”

“Seriously? That’s… okay, no, it makes a lot of sense, actually. Practicality-wise, not suspicion-wise. I definitely wouldn’t have guessed that.”

And now he was rambling. He took a deep breath before passing the bag over.

“Yeah most people don’t until they find out and then suddenly I look exactly like my father to them.” She shrugged “It’s inevitable and i’ve accepted it.”

There was a moment of silence as she fiddled with the small bag in her hands. “Getting high and drunk at the park after dark helps numb it through.”

Her life wasn’t as she expected it would be. At least not when she was little and it was just her and her dad and everything was normal. Now here she was sixteen years old and the future seems bleak;dark and uncertain as she finds herself falling deeper into an abyss that she can’t describe. Of course to the outside world she’s funny and likable - and yet at the same time someone who could whip any guys ass at most sports with a competitive edge lacking in most of the girls she encountered in school.

It was a pointed question but offered with a lopsided smile, cutting through most of the bitterness behind it. Part of the human condition anyway, as far as he was concerned, better to own it the best you could.

Truth be told she was never afraid of becoming a victim to someone. As a girl that played hockey and could take down a man twice her size, the tomboy was pretty sure that the person who ever tried to attack her would regret it deeply. No- it was the way she was changing. Elizabeth knew she could be reckless but part of her loved being so close to death to touch it and yet evade it. She knew that there was something wrong with her but she’d be damned if she ever stepped foot in a psychiatrists office. All she’d be is a case study about psychopaths and genetics or something; truly Effie didn’t want any of that.

“Yeah, I get that,” he offered wryly. “Some nights it would probably be better to just…not go home. But yeah, now’s good.” Nowhere to be, nobody staying up for him, it was pretty much perfect.

Elizabeth slipped past him out the door. She wasn’t used to talking to people about shit that led back to her old life. Then again she wasn’t buzzed at school (most of the time anyways). After a few minutes of silently walking she spoke “It’s so weird how dead this place is at night. Fuck, In Boston that’s when shit came alive…”

He took in the words like a sponge, waiting for the right moment to add his two cents; he had plenty of bottles on hand, and sure, his dad might miss one or two but his dad also didn’t need an excuse anyway so it didn’t really matter.  But she was already out of the house before he could say anything, so he just followed after her, pulled along in her wake.

“Trust me - it’s me that’s not good enough to be around you…any of you guys and if you knew the reason you would agree.”

“Seriously? That’s… okay, no, it makes a lot of sense, actually. Practicality-wise, not suspicion-wise. I definitely wouldn’t have guessed that.”

And now he was rambling. He took a deep breath before passing the bag over.

“Yeah most people don’t until they find out and then suddenly I look exactly like my father to them.” She shrugged “It’s inevitable and i’ve accepted it.”

There was a moment of silence as she fiddled with the small bag in her hands. “Getting high and drunk at the park after dark helps numb it through.”

Her life wasn’t as she expected it would be. At least not when she was little and it was just her and her dad and everything was normal. Now here she was sixteen years old and the future seems bleak;dark and uncertain as she finds herself falling deeper into an abyss that she can’t describe. Of course to the outside world she’s funny and likable - and yet at the same time someone who could whip any guys ass at most sports with a competitive edge lacking in most of the girls she encountered in school.

It was a pointed question but offered with a lopsided smile, cutting through most of the bitterness behind it. Part of the human condition anyway, as far as he was concerned, better to own it the best you could.

Truth be told she was never afraid of becoming a victim to someone. As a girl that played hockey and could take down a man twice her size, the tomboy was pretty sure that the person who ever tried to attack her would regret it deeply. No- it was the way she was changing. Elizabeth knew she could be reckless but part of her loved being so close to death to touch it and yet evade it. She knew that there was something wrong with her but she’d be damned if she ever stepped foot in a psychiatrists office. All she’d be is a case study about psychopaths and genetics or something; truly Effie didn’t want any of that.

"Yeah, I get that," he offered wryly. "Some nights it would probably be better to just...not go home. But yeah, now's good." Nowhere to be, nobody staying up for him, it was pretty much perfect.

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

"just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

"really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

“Trust me - it’s me that’s not good enough to be around you…any of you guys and if you knew the reason you would agree.”

“Seriously? That’s… okay, no, it makes a lot of sense, actually. Practicality-wise, not suspicion-wise. I definitely wouldn’t have guessed that.”

And now he was rambling. He took a deep breath before passing the bag over.

“Yeah most people don’t until they find out and then suddenly I look exactly like my father to them.” She shrugged “It’s inevitable and i’ve accepted it.”

There was a moment of silence as she fiddled with the small bag in her hands. “Getting high and drunk at the park after dark helps numb it through.”

Her life wasn’t as she expected it would be. At least not when she was little and it was just her and her dad and everything was normal. Now here she was sixteen years old and the future seems bleak;dark and uncertain as she finds herself falling deeper into an abyss that she can’t describe. Of course to the outside world she’s funny and likable - and yet at the same time someone who could whip any guys ass at most sports with a competitive edge lacking in most of the girls she encountered in school.

It was a pointed question but offered with a lopsided smile, cutting through most of the bitterness behind it. Part of the human condition anyway, as far as he was concerned, better to own it the best you could.

based on this suggestions blog.  warning:  these are pretty dark/angry  &  could be triggering to some people.  please be cautious before proceeding!!

{Text}: Go to bed and stop texting me. This isn’t the intended use of emojis.

“Hey, I read about this super illegal thing and I think we should do it.” 

“GET DOWN FROM THERE BEFORE I HAVE TO COME GET YOU!” 

“Do you think foods have feelings? Maybe that gumball I dropped today was sad I didn’t eat him…”

“No, we can’t buy five hundred pugs.” 

“What do you mean I’m too loud? It’s not like I’m SHOUTING IN YOUR EAR!” 

“If I go down you’re coming with me! This is a mutual effort!” 

“I’m not picking your drunk ass up at three in the morning anymore.” 

“Stop coming into my house to sleep on my couch! Someday you’re going to find the door locked.” 

“Oof, get off! You’re too heavy!” 

“I honestly think you belong in a cell, but again, I guess we’d be cellmates.” 

“Now who the fuck took my skittles? It was you, wasn’t it, you smug little-” 

“Somehow I don’t think the teacher believed our story about the sword wielding elves breaking the window…” 

“BUDDY SYSTEM IS IMPORTANT, YOU MIGHT GET LOST! NOW GIMME YOUR HAND.” 

“I don’t care if you didn’t wanna share, it’s mine now!” 

“YOU ARE A DICK. Also I’m at your door, let me in.” 

“C’mon, smile…I’ll tickle you if I have to!” 

“You’re sad. Don’t lie to me. I see the pouty thing you do.” 

“Do you need me to kill someone for you?” 

i couldn’t find any sentence starters for jojo rabbit,  so i made my own.  feel free to change pronouns as needed !

they did what they could.

nothing makes sense anymore.

i am going home to my mother. i need a cuddle.

is it dangerous out there?

i’m way too busy for a girlfriend.

you’ll meet someone and spend your days dreaming of the moments you can hold them in your arms again.

get your shit together and sort out your priorities. 

i look stupid. people will stare.

you’ve lost your mind.

you’re growing up too fast.

dancing is for people who are free.

love is the strongest thing in the world.

today, you become a man.

i guess i’m just a kid in a fat kid’s body.

are you a ghost?

get the hell out of my room.

perhaps we’re all ghosts now, and we just don’t know it.

i haven’t lived at all.

i want to know all your secrets.

we need, in love, to practice only this, letting each other go.

i’m unemployed and quite fat now.

i need you to stay alive.

there’s no time for romance. we’re at war.

there’s always time for romance.

someday you’ll meet someone special.

all the time you two are spending together, it’s making me feel very uncomfortable.

he suspects something.

do you want me to kiss you?

you are not one of them.

sometimes he’d prefer that i was dead.

now i have nothing. no one.

i cried for ages when i heard what happened.

i’m sorry for laughing.

who won the war?

is it safe to come out?

you’ve been so good to me.

@zerofkksgiven​  said :  ‘  we  didn’t  choose  this  life .  we’re  just  living it .  ’   ( TUA starter sentences )  || no longer accepting

“Trust me - it’s me that’s not good enough to be around you...any of you guys and if you knew the reason you would agree.”

"Seriously? That's... okay, no, it makes a lot of sense, actually. Practicality-wise, not suspicion-wise. I definitely wouldn't have guessed that."

And now he was rambling. He took a deep breath before passing the bag over.

“Yeah most people don’t until they find out and then suddenly I look exactly like my father to them.” She shrugged “It’s inevitable and i’ve accepted it.”

There was a moment of silence as she fiddled with the small bag in her hands. “Getting high and drunk at the park after dark helps numb it through.”

Her life wasn’t as she expected it would be. At least not when she was little and it was just her and her dad and everything was normal. Now here she was sixteen years old and the future seems bleak;dark and uncertain as she finds herself falling deeper into an abyss that she can’t describe. Of course to the outside world she’s funny and likable - and yet at the same time someone who could whip any guys ass at most sports with a competitive edge lacking in most of the girls she encountered in school.

It was a pointed question but offered with a lopsided smile, cutting through most of the bitterness behind it. Part of the human condition anyway, as far as he was concerned, better to own it the best you could.

“Trust me - it’s me that’s not good enough to be around you...any of you guys and if you knew the reason you would agree.”

"Seriously? That's... okay, no, it makes a lot of sense, actually. Practicality-wise, not suspicion-wise. I definitely wouldn't have guessed that."

And now he was rambling. He took a deep breath before passing the bag over.

“Yeah most people don’t until they find out and then suddenly I look exactly like my father to them.” She shrugged “It’s inevitable and i’ve accepted it.”