this is holy work.

private isaac of netflix castlevania

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                                   remi  |  he / they  |  21+  |  rules  |  also @shinanai​

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JJK VERSE:  CURSE MANIPULATION USER + REVERSE CURSED TECHNIQUE.

          Isaac is an ancient sorcerer and a former follower of Sukuna.  After the King of Curses downfall,  Isaac found himself wandering the world in search of a new purpose.  It was not easy and he readily made enemies along his way but over the centuries he began to discover himself and found both his humanity and sympathy once more.  He is powerful and knowledgeable,  easily at the Special Grade level and holds with him many long forgotten secrets of jujutsu.

          As a curse manipulation user,  he has a vast assortment of curses retained,  many who are only considered myths and legends now.  He treats them with great respect,  and considers them kindly,  for were they not born of human pain and anguish?  His desire is to reconnect the vast bridge between sorcerers and curses,  for both of them to come to an understanding.  Of course he isn’t blind to the fact that some curses cannot be entrusted with such a future,  just as he is aware neither can some sorcerers.

          Kenjaku  (plotted with @civara​)  is who attempts to bring Isaac into the fold of what is going on,  desiring him to kill Geto so that he may take over his body.  Perhaps hundreds of years ago Isaac would have been tempted to agree to such a thing but that time has come and gone.  That being said,  he is not entirely ready to throw himself into battle for the sake of those he does not know either.  Currently he is a neutral party and desires to remain as such.

[bornfreakdraws]

Dracula’s human generals sure have an interesting way of getting along :0c

(Look me up @ BornFreak on Patreon for the uncropped version & more Castlevania content)

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❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . from adrian tepes

loud and deafening silence.  ( accepting )

          It had been an accidental slip of his hand but it seemed even he was not above such a mishap,  the edge of his blade sliding across two fingers and the palm of his hand.  Isaac had dropped the fruit in his startle,  pressing against the wound in an attempt to stem the bleeding.  It was a folly effort,  as rich red seeped between the spaces of his fingers and down the length of is wrist   -   dripping onto the plate of berries and oranges in sharp contrast of color.  

          “My apologies,  I have ruined the fruit.”  He mutters,  lifting his eyes to his companion still sat upon the kitchen stool;  who seems now to be put into motion by the encouragement of his words.  Adrian rises to his feet,  pulling the white cloth Isaac had used to wipe the blade with him in his approach,  reaching out to take the forgemasters hand between his own.  Isaac dares to protest,  lips parted to tell him he ought not bother to make a mess of himself,  to remind him that he was more than capable of tending to himself but the words die out on his tongue.

          This holding reminds him of another such instance however in reverse,  thoughts briefly adrift as Adrian gently separates the clasping of his own hand.  The blood continues to drip,  now gathering at the sleeve of his shirt to certainly stain the bright blue threads a dull copper when dried.  A shame,  for he had genuinely liked this attire but at the end of the day it was nothing more than a garment.  Not worthy of Isaac to be upset over in any true way.  Instead he focuses on the work that is done,  the way Adrian wipes the excess blood from his palm before pressing the cloth against the wound in his own attempt to stop it.

          “I cut deeper than I had expected it to be.  I should have known,  the blade was just freshly sharpened.”  Isaac comments as a way to appease the crease of Adrian’s blonde brow,  bent in what he assumes must be concern.  This was nothing though,  and he had no reason to show worry despite the fact that the white turns red beneath the dhampirs hand.  “It does not hurt,  if you are worried about that.  I have had much worse.”

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❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . from adrian tepes

loud and deafening silence.  ( accepting )

          The chill of Styria air perhaps is what had drawn the two of them side by side,  sitting high up in the open tower looking out over the land.  It had been of Isaacs’ ardent suggestion that the dhampir join him in such a sight to behold.  He had seen countless dusks and countless sunsets in his time and in many places   -   but certainly the most breathtaking one was here,  high in the mountains as the light cascaded in a waterfall of warm purples,  pinks,  reds and orange tones,  disappearing into the dark forest line of eve.

          Isaac could count the people of which he had asked to join him in such a sight,  only one,  the other forgemaster to occupy this castle along his side.  Did this yearning for him to share in such an experience make Adrian Tepes his only other friend?  Or was that presumptuous of him to believe as much?  Now what felt like so long ago his father had been his only companion,  the only one whom could understand him despite the bitterness in his heart.

          The slight lean against his shoulder,  an unexpected weight,  causes the man to turn in observation as Adrian occupies the space.  It is an unfamiliar feeling that rattles its way down his shoulder blade and into his arm,  into the hand that clutches at his knee.  How strange it was that such a gesture common amongst others reminds him of how much he has both changed and still yet to change.  All in due time.

          “I often find myself forgetting that others grow weary far more often than I.”  Isaac remains unmoved as he speaks,  reddened gaze seeking out to meet gold should his companion lift his eyes from the dying sunset fires before them.  The chill that had once drawn them to sit side by side has all but vanished in this moment,  a new found warmth blossoming from within like the lighting of fresh coals.  “...  If you would like to return to your room for the evening,  please allow me to walk you there.”

          Not that Isaac felt Adrian to be incapable of finding his room but he was still new to this castle.  It did not hurt the King to offer such assistance.  Besides,  what sort of ruler would he be to neglect one staying within his walls?  Even if only temporarily.  

          “Though you are welcome to continue to rest as you are if you are enjoying the view.  Styria at night,  I have found,  is far more enchanting than I ever thought it could be.”

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Dune (2021)

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❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ( from hector )

loud and deafening silence.  ( accepting )

          There is warmth against his lips,  in the cupping of a worn hand against his cheek;  yet despite the warmth Isaac finds himself frozen in place as if the cold winds of Styria have broken through the glass and seeped past the cracks in old stone to do so.  He does not move,  he does not reciprocate   -   not out of rejection but rather because this is territory he has never entered before.  His eyes remain wide,  open,  noting the intricate lines of Hectors face at such close proximity to him.  The way his long lashes brush the tops of his cheeks when his lids fall to rest over brilliant blue;  the way silver and silken hair frames his features to emphasize the surprising softness of his face.

          IT WAS NOT AS THOUGH HE’D NOT THOUGHT OF WHAT THIS COULD BE LIKE.  In passing he had considered that perhaps it was something Hector had desired of him,  had even gone as far to note as such to the other man...  but nothing had come of it.  Which had been what he had expected in the end.  Perhaps Isaac had simply misread the brief moment between the two men,  inexperience lending a heavy hand to his misinterpretation.

                                                After all,  who would ever consider him in such a way?

          Yet now,  after all of this time,  Isaac wonders if he had truly seen something there in the underneath.  Below dark waters there lay a light,  a star   -   hidden by the blackened skies and the dark clouds of eve.  And it was now being exposed with a gust of wind,  in the pressing of their lips both gentle and firm in what was the forgemasters first kiss.

          Isaac wonders idly how many mouths Hector has met in such a way and how many more he would meet after this.  Not that he suspected the other man to be using him;  intimacy  ( or the promise of it in such an action )  was beyond him.  He was not to be found folly to the wiles of woman,  man or beast.  Still...  for the life of him he could not find reason for this.  But perhaps that was to be the case,  that Hector was acting outside of reason.  Or that Isaac,  so used to finding his own path of logic in everything,  could not understand the reckoning of him.

          Briefly,  so briefly he wonders if Hector feels it,  he presses back into the kiss   -   as though chasing the lips of his forge companion as he pulls back and away from him.  Had he been too late in thawing himself against the surprise he had felt?  Would that be held against him?  Surely the other man knew Isaac better than that...  as tentative as this moment and the courage it must have taken for him to close the gap.

          “   -   To what do I owe such unprompted action,  Hector?”  Isaac finds himself asking as the other man composes himself in some fashion,  the tint of red across his face noted but left uncommented upon.  He reaches up,  a tingling sensation rushing from where their lips had met,  three fingertips pressed against his own lips to what affect he does not know.  “The fruit I have brought you surely isn’t priced for something like this.”

[ohisms]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐈𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

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isaac was horribly mistreated by the world and yet he was still eventually able to find his own humanity and sympathy again.  dracula notes:

you are the greatest of your people, isaac. you have a soul, i think.

which is truly the highest compliment?  that dracula can give someone,  especially considering his absolute hatred of humans for what they’ve done to lisa.  the fact that he can look at isaac,  who doesn’t even consider himself to have a heart any longer,  and see what lays beneath all of the suffering and trauma he has faced is so telling to the true depth of isaac’s compassion.

and it’s true,  dracula was right of course.  isaac was actually such a soft boy growing up despite his circumstances.  all he wanted was to be loved and cared for,  all he wanted was for his life to be important to someone else.  he yearned for a familial tenderness and affection that he had never been given because he had never known his parents and was thrust into orphanhood,  then slavery and servitude as soon as he was old enough to be put to work.

had his circumstances been different,  isaac would have seen the softness of his own heart so much earlier than he did.  that he was actually someone so full of empathy and sympathy that that was the reason the cruelty of the world hurt him so deeply.  and it was why he had to build such high walls around his own heart,  to protect it as he went forward into the world.  now,  this isn’t to say he wasn’t cruel or didn’t become cruel.  and cold.  and callous.  time and time again he was proven  “right”  by the world,  that there was no place for his human heart within it.  and thus he embraced the worst of himself to preserve and persevere through such a world.

but deep down he was still kind and warm and yearning to express himself as such.  and im so so so glad that he got the development that he truly deserved.  he found his heart and his soul again.  he found himself.

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[megairea]

He, like me, is haunted by his heart,

Mahmoud Darwish, from Tuesday and the Weather is Clear; If I Were Another: Selected Poems (tr. by Fady Joudah)

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❛  if  you  have  nothing  to  hide ,  what’s  the  problem ?  ❜

questioning minds.  ( accepting )

          “Having nothing to hide and being loose-tongued are entirely different affairs.”  Isaac felt there was no purpose in lying for it bore him no benefit but that did not mean he was willing to speak so freely and unrestrained.  He had seen the truth of the world,  and it gave no particular kindness for the openness of ones heart or thoughts.  No,  if anything it had showed him that to keep such things close to his chest was vital in his survival.

          “Would it bring you peace of mind to know why I move through here with my cohorts of night creatures?”  He ponders his own question as if he were in the others shoes,  as if he were the one to see such a procession pass through.  The forgemaster cannot claim to understand this strangers feelings,  however.  Was it because his own heart had been walled long ago?  Or was it the vengeance of which coursed through his veins?  Either way,  he supposed,  he should give them some sort of insight for the brevity of their ponderance.

          “In due time you shall understand the importance of what is to be done.”  As all humans would one day see:  it was the corruption of their souls that had caused this after all.  The fault laid only within them.  “For now simply know I mean no harm to those who mean no harm to me.  That is an answer that should satisfy a stranger who means no harm,  I believe.”

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i’ve seen a lot of christian aesthetics for isaac browsing tags and such but he practices tasawwuf or sufism,  with the underlying intersectional beliefs of sunni islamic traditions.

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shipping with isaac earns u the most loyal s/o to ever exist.

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❛  why  can’t  we  just  talk  like  we  used  to ?  ❜ (from hector)

questioning minds.  ( accepting )

          Isaac is uncertain how the two of them have found themselves here,  in this vulnerable moment that he had not foreseen.  Though perhaps he should have known he thinks when the question is nestled between them quietly.  After everything the two of them had gone through,  more than anything the forgemaster had desired a reconciliation of what had once been.  That was how he had decided to move through the world anew,  was it not?  With forgiveness and not the resentment he’d so long since held onto.  In his own perception he had thought he’d been doing well to untie the knots but...  was that only because it was his own wish to see it as such?

          Isaac looks up from his lap,  from the book within his hands,  towards the lounged form of Hector upon the seat across from him.  Their eyes meet steadily.  This silent moment...  was it not enough?  Should it have been enough?  Was he selfish in some sort of delusion that it was?  Isaac had never been quite good at reading others,  at least not in a way that catered to their needs for he’d never had use of such an ability.  He was perceptive to their faults and their true intentions,  a skill of survival by all means.  Yet to read between the lines of black and white,  to the muddled grey of uncertainty   -   it had never been asked of him in all his time spent alive.  No one had cared enough in return,  Dracula aside,  to expect such consideration from him.

          “...  Is that what your heart desires of me,  Hector?”  His heart,  Isaac speaks of it so casually but in truth he is not sure himself what he is asking.  They had discussed,  in briefness,  of what Hector wanted going forward and free.  An answer Hector had not been able to give Isaac clearly.  Was this now an attempt of his to tell him what it truly was?  Isaac wanted to be receptive to that,  he had thought he had shown him that.

          “Or for us,  perhaps is what you mean...?”  ‘Us’,  a concept that he thought beyond his capabilities.  Though he had learned so much,  and was still learning so much about how to be a part of the world properly,  the idea that there was someone in the world who considered him in tandem with themselves;  it is foreign entirely.  His entire life had been built on the notion that he was an outsider of humanity,  something he had accepted long before any other lesson that life had given him.  Now it was Hector who tempted to shatter that reality.

          “We can talk.”  Isaac murmurs,  shutting the book within his hands and placing it beside him on the cushioned seat to show the other man has his undivided attention.  “What is it that you wish for us to speak about as we once had?”

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@muihito // "hey, who do i look like?" he put his hands to his face, rubbing it out of shape. the skin and bone shifted, like it would hurt; for a second his face contorted like an expression of torment, like pain. but pain, he wasn't afraid of. he was undeterred by pain for his body was just clay, transformed under his hands.

narrower nose, straightening the bridge and deepening the sockets under his brows; softer eyes, pushing up the cheekbones to softer eyes; shorter hair, darker complexion, more ambivalent brows ... eyes... rubbing the brown out of his right eye into clear silver. silkier, fuller lips. a grin. something not-quite-right about that smile. even if he rubbed away the seams and stitches on his face, rearranged the structure of his bones, there's a glint in his eyes that remained, hidden in that rubbed-softer face, like a shard of glass in a velvet blanket -- he was not his maker, but the spiked end of his hammer.

"did i get it?" he grinned, "is it like the face ya always see in mine?"

unprompted ask.

          Though sometimes impatient with the rest of the world,  for the night creatures Isaac feels such patience in bounds.  At first he had believed it to be because he was aware that he alone was their Master;  to him they would bow and to him they would answer.  So why would he not find it within himself to show forbearance to what he created?  That was one of the lesser prices to pay for bringing forth second life through corpse-work...  And had,  too,  it not been what he had desired so strongly himself all those years ago?  Forced into labor,  beaten down,  abused :  yet all he had wanted was to be shown the consideration of favor returned for all of his efforts.

          So that was what he practiced,  patience as a virtue,  understanding.  Kindness.  Yet even the forgemaster had his limits,  shown to him by the appearance of a particular forgemaster’s creation.  Their initial presence had brought ire,  both at the fact that he belonged to  HIM  and over the fact that he lacked the control he ought to have.  Despite their similarities,  Isaac was once more reminded of Hector and his differences.

          Would it be kinder to kill the night creature?  Or was it kinder to lend a guiding hand?  It was not their fault that their master had failed them and let them run wild...  Though perhaps that was partly projection on his own part,  seeing the faults of the other man and taking them so very personally.  After all,  his anger towards the betrayal of Dracula was still white hot.  The coal of it held in his hand until it burned flesh,  burned muscle,  burned bone.  

          However when Mahito presses his hands against his own face,  when he rearranges the appearance into the exact face Isaac does not wish to see in this moment,  he considers that perhaps it is only kinder to himself that he kill the night creature and be rid of him.  Silver hair shortens above now narrower shoulders,  skin warming and sun kissed.  His eyes,  clearer than the winter skies and cheekbones high as mountaintops,  lips full and flushed red-toned with the flow of blood beneath them.

          The uncanny expression despite the familiar face is a blessing disguised as Isaac remains impassive in his own response to such a display.  Though Mahito has not taken on Hector’s face before,  he has already shown him this little trick of his.  It has lost the factor of surprise it might have once carried with it,  a shame if the night creature were attempting to draw from him such a display.  Ah well.  Little in this world surprised Isaac anymore,  long since numb to it.

          “You capture your masters likeness well.”  There was no need to lie for the sake of grace,  Isaac’s own lips loosely touching before he carries on.  “Though I believe his lashes are longer and his hair is better maintained.”

          Not that those were important features of notice,  not that Isaac was requesting him to change.  It was a simple observation from his own memory of the other man,  and he many times of which he had observed his face,  looking for what was laid beneath as if peering into him would reveal such things.  He leans back against the shattered rubble,  other night creatures turning head to observe the pair before milling off to resume their ordered labors.

          “Do you take his appearance because you miss him?”  A question for a question,  since Isaac holds no desire to answer the one which had been directed at him.

[ohisms]

𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 .   (  an  updated  collection  of  100+  question  prompts .   feel  free  to  adjust  phrasing  /  gendered  terms  as  necessary . )

❛  you’re  leaving ?  ❜

❛  can  i  come  in ?  ❜

❛  can  you  shut  up ? ❜

❛  are  you  [ name ] ?  ❜

❛  who  am  i  to  you ?  ❜

❛  why  should  i  care ?  ❜

❛  can  i  come  inside ?  ❜

❛  did  i  do  something ?  ❜

❛  you  don’t  trust  me ?  ❜

❛  can  we  make  a  deal ?  ❜

❛  are  you  lying  to  me ?  ❜

❛  are  you  free  tonight ?  ❜

❛  are  we  going  to  die ?  ❜

❛  can  i  come  with  you ?  ❜

❛  can  we  call  it  even ?  ❜

❛  you  stay  here ,  okay ?  ❜

❛  you  think  i’m  stupid ?  ❜

❛  can  you  stitch  me  up ?  ❜

❛  are  you  doing  alright ?  ❜

❛  is  that  …  my  shirt ?  ❜

❛  who  takes  care  of  you ?  ❜

❛  have  you  seen  yourself ?  ❜

❛  what  took  you  so  long ?  ❜

❛  can’t  you  see  i’m  busy ?  ❜

❛  who  do  you  think  i  am ?  ❜

❛  why  are  you  helping  me ?  ❜

❛  are  you  happy  with  him ?  ❜

❛  are  we  having  a  moment ?  ❜

❛  are  you  listening  to  me ?  ❜

❛  how  are  you  so  arrogant ?  ❜

❛  how  did  you  afford  this ?  ❜

❛  what  are  you  doing  here ?  ❜

❛  is  this  all  in  my  head ?  ❜

❛  why  won’t  you  look  at  me ? ❜

❛  are  you  here  to  kill  me ?  ❜

❛  do  you  want  some  company ?  ❜

❛  are  you  from  around  here ?  ❜

❛  do  you  need  to  lie  down ?  ❜

❛  are  we  on  the  same  page ?  ❜

❛  why  didn’t  you  defend  me ?  ❜

❛  are  you  sure  you’re  ready ?  ❜

❛  where  is  this  coming  from ?  ❜

❛  where  were  you  last  night ?  ❜

❛  you  wanted  to  talk  to  me ?  ❜

❛  will  you  PLEASE  be  quiet ?!  ❜

❛  what  was  i  supposed  to  do ?  ❜

❛  why  do  you  look  so  guilty ?  ❜

❛  [ name ]  …  truth  or  dare ?  ❜

❛  why  did  you  bring  me  here ?  ❜

❛  are  you  looking  for  someone ?  ❜

❛  since  when  does  that  matter ?  ❜

❛  why  do  you  put  up  with  me ?  ❜

❛  THIS  is  your  breaking  point ?  ❜

❛  what  can  i  say  to  fix  this ?  ❜

❛  do  you  think  i  deserve  this ?  ❜

❛  hey ,  hey ,  are  you  with  me ?  ❜

❛  why  are  you  leaving  so  soon ?  ❜

❛  what  do  you  get  out  of  this ?  ❜

❛  [ name ] ,  what  have  you  done ?  ❜

❛  do  you  have  a  minute  to  talk ?  ❜

❛  did  you  ever  actually  love  me ?  ❜

❛  do  you  need  somewhere  to  stay ?  ❜

❛  why  don’t  you  ever  listen  to  me ?

❛  do  you  hear  yourself  right  now ?  ❜

❛  you  knew  &  you  didn’t  tell  me ?  ❜

❛  do  you  want  something  to  drink ?  ❜

❛  when  did  you  know  you  loved  me ?  ❜

❛  when  was  the  last  time  you  ate ?  ❜

❛  what’s  your  favorite  scary  movie ?  ❜

❛  do  you  want  to  get  out  of  here ?  ❜

❛  why  is  this  so  important  to  you ?  ❜

❛  can  i  at  least  buy  you  a  drink ?  ❜

❛  how  can  you  think  this  is  funny ?  ❜

❛  are  you  sure  you’re  up  for  this ?  ❜

❛  are  you  trying  to  start  something ?  ❜

❛  what  are  we  supposed  to  do  now ?  ❜

❛  can  we  at  least  try  to  be  civil ?  ❜

❛  why  won’t  you  just  leave  me  alone ?  ❜

❛  are  you  thinking  what  i’m  thinking ?  ❜

❛  why  are  you  so  concerned  about  me ?  ❜

❛  why  can’t  you  just  stay  out  of  it ?  ❜

❛  you’re  not  bailing  on  me ,  are  you ?  ❜

❛  how  long  have  you  been  lying  to  me ?  ❜

❛  can  you  keep  your  eyes  open  for  me ?  ❜

❛  how  long  have  things  been  like  this ?  ❜

❛  why  is  this  suddenly  such  a  problem ?  ❜

❛  what ,  am  i  supposed  to  be  impressed ?  ❜

❛  do  you  ever  wish  you  could  run  away ?  ❜

❛  you’re  going  to  believe  them  over  me ?  ❜

❛  why  are  you  looking  at  me  like  that ?  ❜

❛  why  can’t  you  just  tell  me  the  truth ?  ❜

❛  why  can’t  you  ever  take  responsibility ?  ❜

❛  what  can  i  do  to  make  it  up  to  you ?  ❜

❛  can  we  put  this  whole  thing  behind  us ?  ❜

❛  i’m  coming  to  get  you ,  where  are  you ?  ❜

❛  can  you  stay ?  just  for  a  little  while ? ❜

❛  why  won’t  you  let  me  be  here  for  you ?  ❜

❛  when  are  you  going  to  forgive  yourself ?  ❜

❛  is  that  what  your  nightmares  are  about ?  ❜

❛  what  kind  of  person  does  this  make  me ?  ❜

❛  where  are  we  supposed  to  go  from  here ?  ❜

❛  are  you  TRYING  to  get  yourself  killed  ?!  ❜

❛  why  can’t  we  just  talk  like  we  used  to ?  ❜

❛  why  do  these  things  always  happen  to  me ?  ❜

❛  how  long  has  it  been  since  you’ve  slept ?  ❜

❛  can’t  we  just  enjoy  the  moment  for  once ?  ❜

❛  why  can’t  you  ever  stand  up  for  yourself ?  ❜

❛  why  haven’t  you  been  answering  your  phone ?  ❜

❛  what  was  i  supposed  to  do ,  let  you  die ?  ❜

❛  can  you  listen  &  do  what  i  say  for  once ?  ❜

❛  what  do  you  mean ,  you’re  not  coming  back ?  ❜

❛  why  don’t  you  stay  the  night ?  just  once .    ❜

❛  can  you  see  how  many  fingers  i’m  holding  up ?  ❜

❛  you’d  tell  me  if  something  was  wrong ,  right ?  ❜

❛  where  do  you  go  when  you  space  out  like  that ?  ❜

❛  you  were  going  to  leave  without  saying  goodbye ?  ❜

❛  you’ll  stand  by  my  side  no  matter  what ,  right ?  ❜

❛  what  kind  of  mess  have  you  gotten  yourself  into ?  ❜

❛  i  need  you  to  sit  up ,  can  you  do  that  for  me ?  ❜

❛  if  you  have  nothing  to  hide ,  what’s  the  problem ?  ❜

❛  can  we  all  just  act  like  we’re  winning  for  once ?  ❜

❛  can  we  talk  about  this  at  a  time  that  isn’t  now ?  ❜

❛  you  really  don’t  care  about  any  of  this ,  do  you ?  ❜

❛  can  you  just  tell  me  everything’s  going  to  be  okay ?  ❜

❛  you  know  we’re  gonna  have  to  talk  about  this  eventually ,  right ?  ❜