if we cease to believe in love, why'd we want to live?

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .

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I’m dying to get my reblogs fixed but it’s not like I’ll be pausing my threads until I get my computer to do it lol

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open starter: katherine pierce | pov: you step into a small-town diner right before closing time.

The waitress was already stacking chairs, the neon “open” sign flickering weakly against the rain outside. In the corner booth, Katherine sat alone, stirring a cup of untouched coffee as though she’d been waiting far too long. Her gaze rose, steady and deliberate, locking on whoever crossed the threshold. “Finally. I was beginning to think you’d never show.”

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"You know I heard you the first time you said my name but then you got so annoying I put you on mute" Chris Deadpanned as he sat next to Katherine "so..what's so urgent you couldn't wait until I memorized a spell I needed to do?"

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Katherine let a crooked smile curl on her lips, leaning forward with her elbows resting on the table, as if every second she had waited had been part of a game only she understood.

“Putting me on mute? Bold of you, Chris. But trust me, if I wanted to, I would’ve made your little life a lot more… quiet.”

She lifted the cup to her lips, even though the coffee had long gone cold, just to draw out the tension. Her gaze never wavered from his, sharp and assessing.

“As for urgency… let’s just say it’s something you’ll want to hear before you decide whether you’d rather stick to your spell or to survival. But of course, if you’d rather keep playing hard to get…” she arched a brow, a mischievous glint in her eyes “…I can always find someone a bit more cooperative.”

[mysticaltwoface]

"cooperative or more easy to manipulate like that Bennett Witch that poisoned the moonstone before giving it to you because you kept a secret from her?" he replied before licking his lips in discreet fashion

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“Ouch. Throwing my past in my face? Really? Who put you in a mood?” She arched a brow, lips curving into that sly, knowing smile. “If this is your version of foreplay, you might want to work on your technique.”

She leaned forward then, tone softening just enough to draw him back in. “But let’s not pretend you showed up here just to trade insults. I wouldn’t waste my time if this wasn’t bigger than either of us. I need your help with the spell, and whether you like it or not… you need me too.”

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"who did it is not important at least not to /you/" he huffs before continuing "so...let's go back to business because I'm only here because well...the elusive Katherine Pierce can only survive without backup until one point so...what made you call me almost ten times on a roll?"

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“Chris, sweetie, you know when I want someone’s attention, I don’t stop until I get it.” She leaned back, swirling the coffee with a lazy grin, eyes glittering with amusement. “Don’t act so surprised, you know better than anyone that I don’t ask for help unless it’s… critical.”

Her tone softened, a dangerous kind of sweetness slipping in. “There’s something coming. Bigger than me, bigger than you. And unless you’re secretly craving a front row seat to watch me burn, you’re going to hear me out.”

She tilted her head then, eyes narrowing with playful curiosity. “But really, who managed to ruffle your feathers like that? I’d almost be jealous if I thought someone else could get under your skin the way I do.” Her smirk lingered, every word dripping with mischief. “Come on, tell me… or I’ll just assume it was me, and you know how much I love that idea.”

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open starter: katherine pierce | pov: you step into a small-town diner right before closing time.

The waitress was already stacking chairs, the neon “open” sign flickering weakly against the rain outside. In the corner booth, Katherine sat alone, stirring a cup of untouched coffee as though she’d been waiting far too long. Her gaze rose, steady and deliberate, locking on whoever crossed the threshold. “Finally. I was beginning to think you’d never show.”

[mysticaltwoface]

"You know I heard you the first time you said my name but then you got so annoying I put you on mute" Chris Deadpanned as he sat next to Katherine "so..what's so urgent you couldn't wait until I memorized a spell I needed to do?"

[got-fire]

Katherine let a crooked smile curl on her lips, leaning forward with her elbows resting on the table, as if every second she had waited had been part of a game only she understood.

“Putting me on mute? Bold of you, Chris. But trust me, if I wanted to, I would’ve made your little life a lot more… quiet.”

She lifted the cup to her lips, even though the coffee had long gone cold, just to draw out the tension. Her gaze never wavered from his, sharp and assessing.

“As for urgency… let’s just say it’s something you’ll want to hear before you decide whether you’d rather stick to your spell or to survival. But of course, if you’d rather keep playing hard to get…” she arched a brow, a mischievous glint in her eyes “…I can always find someone a bit more cooperative.”

[mysticaltwoface]

"cooperative or more easy to manipulate like that Bennett Witch that poisoned the moonstone before giving it to you because you kept a secret from her?" he replied before licking his lips in discreet fashion

[got-fire]

“Ouch. Throwing my past in my face? Really? Who put you in a mood?” She arched a brow, lips curving into that sly, knowing smile. “If this is your version of foreplay, you might want to work on your technique.”

She leaned forward then, tone softening just enough to draw him back in. “But let’s not pretend you showed up here just to trade insults. I wouldn’t waste my time if this wasn’t bigger than either of us. I need your help with the spell, and whether you like it or not… you need me too.”

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open starter: katherine pierce | pov: you step into a small-town diner right before closing time.

The waitress was already stacking chairs, the neon “open” sign flickering weakly against the rain outside. In the corner booth, Katherine sat alone, stirring a cup of untouched coffee as though she’d been waiting far too long. Her gaze rose, steady and deliberate, locking on whoever crossed the threshold. “Finally. I was beginning to think you’d never show.”

[mysticaltwoface]

"You know I heard you the first time you said my name but then you got so annoying I put you on mute" Chris Deadpanned as he sat next to Katherine "so..what's so urgent you couldn't wait until I memorized a spell I needed to do?"

[got-fire]

Katherine let a crooked smile curl on her lips, leaning forward with her elbows resting on the table, as if every second she had waited had been part of a game only she understood.

“Putting me on mute? Bold of you, Chris. But trust me, if I wanted to, I would’ve made your little life a lot more… quiet.”

She lifted the cup to her lips, even though the coffee had long gone cold, just to draw out the tension. Her gaze never wavered from his, sharp and assessing.

“As for urgency… let’s just say it’s something you’ll want to hear before you decide whether you’d rather stick to your spell or to survival. But of course, if you’d rather keep playing hard to get…” she arched a brow, a mischievous glint in her eyes “…I can always find someone a bit more cooperative.”

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open starter: gabrielle middleton | pov: you’re walking down the empty clinic hallway when a muffled sob echoes somewhere nearby.

The blinds allowed only a narrow beam of light to stripe the carpet. Brielle twirled her pen between her fingers until the unexpected sound froze her movements. The offices were empty, yet the echo was far too real to dismiss. “I don’t usually take patients without a file.”

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open starter: katherine pierce (19th century) | pov: you enter a candlelit ballroom just as the music stops.

The string quartet fell silent, leaving the grand hall eerily still. In the center, Katherine stood with her hand still resting on the stem of her wine glass, her dark eyes flicking toward the newcomers. The faintest smile curved her lips, sharp as glass. “Strange… the night only gets interesting once the music dies.”

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open starter: katherine pierce | pov: you step into a small-town diner right before closing time.

The waitress was already stacking chairs, the neon “open” sign flickering weakly against the rain outside. In the corner booth, Katherine sat alone, stirring a cup of untouched coffee as though she’d been waiting far too long. Her gaze rose, steady and deliberate, locking on whoever crossed the threshold. “Finally. I was beginning to think you’d never show.”

[bassettmemes]

i dont care if we have 10 threads together. i dont care if we have 20. send the meme. write the starter. scream in my inbox. lets start another one. we have six ships? make it seven. canon characters? lets give them an au. i want all. the. things.

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if you have 150+ year old characters (or any immortal AU?) and feel like doing it, hit this heart button for a flashback-like starter from Katherine!

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getting back to business with my main muse <3

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hello there

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So apparently I'm back bc we finally got to buy a decent laptop. Also, happy new year, everyone!

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Since I’m a little tachycardic today due to anxiety, imma head to bed and work on my drafts later.

See ya!

[leneemusing]

when muses are being tortured in front of each other and one of them antagonizes the torturer to keep the other from getting hurt as much (✿◠‿◠) when the other one tries to make them stop but they say it’s okay and to be quiet because they can take it (☉‿☉✿)

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plot idea:  i was just trying to have a one night stand with a stranger at the club/bar so i lied about my name and entire life when we met. but after we hooked up i kept thinking about you, so we ended up hooking up again another night and i kept lying. and it keeps happening and now i’m in too deep to tell you the truth so i’m just living this fake life whenever i see you but i really like you

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golden

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thegapbetweenmoments​:

He had her now. Vincent may not have been able to tell what it was that she was up to here, but he could tell that there was some effort being made to seem normal, for lack of a better term. Every desire she let slip felt to him like another thread to follow back to the source, and he had found the right combination of factors to keep her where he wanted for this exact moment. He was enchanted by her, that much was certain, but in his own little world that meant that he needed to unravel her and know her. He wanted her secrets and her desires, and the more he danced and prodded for information, the more alluring it all became.

“What I am suggesting is simple,” Vincent smiled, leaning in a bit closer to speak a bit more freely without drawing the attention of anyone nearby. “I imagine that you and I both wish to maintain the impression with the other guests that our actions are those of normal, upstanding individuals of noble birth. If it were known that I were courting you, we could arrive in any room of any party we so chose, avoid wasting our time with boring chatter, and go about whatever activities we felt were appropriate for those occasions, all without arousing suspicion.”

He gently took her hand, hoping that this slightly bold move would go unpunished as they stepped further from the ballroom itself. He felt as though now was the perfect moment to play his final card. “After all, I suspect that what you were sipping earlier was not wine, and I believe that in time you will find that I am the sort who can look the other way, provided that you might be willing to play my game for a bit.”

She hated him for a moment. Especially when she saw in his eyes that he was feeling victorious over her morbid curiosity, to the point of jeopardizing her recently acquired, safe new life. Katherine’s eyebrows rose, but before he could think his words were offensive to her, she merely gave it a giggle. Oh, how long since she had some fun, for a change? Maybe he could be useful, after all, more than what she thought.

Forgetting how to keep breathing for a second, Katherine felt like the entire room went silent. The smile faded from the pinkish lips as her eyes focused on his, trying to capture a veiled threat. If he didn’t fall for her carefully disposed traps, she found herself stuck in one of his. 

It felt so desperate to be in disadvantage, to not have the key to dictate the rules. Katherine would be breaking out in a cold sweat if capable of that much.

How much did he know? How far along would she have to go to keep it under the rug?

Her chest went up and down when she remembered to keep breathing, as needless as air could be for her. “Oh, but Mr. Allard.” The tip of her rosy tongue crossed her lips right before a smile spread to her face again. “You certainly should be aware of the fact that I... love a good game.” White scleras turned a bright red, for only half a second, not enough for mortal eyes to notice it without having to blink and check again. “But I am afraid I am not a good loser.”

“What do you want?“