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@ifyouarelonely
MY MUSE IS NOT ALWAYS RIGHT
Please keep in mind that, however hard my muse may argue something or however confidently they make a statement, they can be wrong. It’s my muse’s opinion, and my muse talking, and their perception is skewed. Do not feel like everything out of my character’s mouth is the truth, or that I’m godmodding.
@samuraiofice
“I don’t tire in mortal combat like this. It’s killing a god that gets difficult… And yeah, I’m just kind of focusing. I’ll use less energy and recover it faster if I can maintain a balanced state.”
Jacob drew his sword, and thrust it towards the ground, leaving a perfect signature in fine lines of ice on the floor.
“Ready?”
Crys stared at him almost blankly. She still didn’t understand this whole magical powers thing. Killing a god? That was crazy.
Maybe she was high. That would explain it.
“You’re going to have to explain that to me sometime.” She tried say lightheartedly, quickly looking down at the ice.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” With that, she hopped up and climbed the next couple flights. She had built up some impressive stamina over the years. Soon, they made their way to the top.
Jacob quickly snapped the lock on the door and entered the room at the top.
“Oh, that’s cute.”
Jacob threw up a shield of ice to block the barrage of bullets as he entered the door.
“Guess I wasn’t very subtle about wanting you dead, huh? Don’t pretend that you can actually touch me though.”
Jacob burst through the shield, sending ice through his two guard’s throats while whipping the gun from his target’s hand with his rosary. He caught <insert name here> by the shirt and rolled into a throw towards Crystal.
“Knock him out!”
The sound of the bullets suddenly made her flinch, but it didn’t stop her reflexes. She whipped out her gun and ducked down, but the man was thrown at her.
The command reached her ears and by the time she registered it, the man had already swung. Her gun fell out of her hand.
“You gotta be kidding me.” She mumbled as she dodged his throw, grabbing his arm and twisting it back. He cried out. It was almost music to her ears. It disabled him for a moment before she lifted her leg up in a swift kick to his head. The beast fell to the floor, covering his nose with one hand. He mumbled something about her being a bitch, earning him a kick in the stomach. She didn’t want to hear much from him anymore. That would be for later. She picked up her gun and hit him in the head with it, knocking him out.
Sighing and running a hand through her hair, Crys gave him another little kick to make sure he was out before taking his wallet and checking his ID. “Kevin Jackson. You know, you’d think that this motherfucker would have been o the sex offenders’ registry by now, but I guess not.” “It really is cute how they try to fight back.” She mused, smirking. “I’m sure your powers come in handy, huh?”
“In handy? They’re in the job description. And no, it is not adorable in any way shape or form. When you have a pest, you get rid of it, and you do not call it cute.” Jacob sheathed his sword and picked up the body. “C'mon. Jobs not done.”
It was all she could do to not roll her eyes at him. “i didn’t mean ‘cute’ in the literal sense. I just meant that they’re stupid for trying to- you know, nevermind.” It was no use arguing when they had a job to do.
“So, at this point, what do you usually do?” She asked. She had a system, but she didn’t know how he did his job.
jealous / possessive meme pt 2
for part one click here.
“i don’t want you hanging out with her/him anymore.”
“you’re mine.”
“did he/she touch you?”
“tell me there’s nothing going on.”
“i see the way you look at him/her.”
“i see the way he/she looks at you.”
“is there something you’re not telling me?”
“were you just flirting with them?”
“is there somewhere else you’d rather be?”
“do they touch you the way i touch you?”
“do they kiss you the way i kiss you?”
“forget about him/her, let me make you forget.”
“you have a thing for him/her don’t you?”
“everyone needs to know that you’re mine.”
“are you texting her/him?”
“what are you doing home so late?”
“i’m going to make it clear to him/her that you’re mine.”
“you can never see him/her again”
Non-romantic fluff starters
“Here, I saved some for you. Try it?”
“I just really need a hug right now…”
“You. Me. Movie marathon. Get all the snacks you can carry.”
“Join me in the blanket fort. We play until dawn.”
“It’s cake, how difficult can it be?”
“Sure, it *looks* safe, but watch what happens when I do this.”
“I had a nightmare… can you stay up with me?”
“We’re going to have to raid the neighbors if you want more pillows to turn this into a Pillow Fortress Castle.”
“This would look so cute on you!”
“Okay, but if you turn the lights off for this playthrough, I’m not being held accountable for anything I do when spooked.”
“I said we could share a blanket, but if you put your cold feet on me *one more time*…”
“You’ve been working too hard and I’m calling a Netflix intervention. Not taking no for an answer.”
“I’ve got a gallon of ice cream and if you don’t get a spoon my tummyache will be all your fault.”
“Fight me. Pillow fight. And by fight I mean cuddle.”
“My hand is cold. Unless we find somewhere to stop soon, it’s going up your back.”
“Oh my god, just pet my hair already.”
“After that movie you’re staying for a sleepover. I know you don’t want to go home and sleep alone anyway.”
“Is there a reason you’re gnawing on me?”
“C'mon, I need a Player 2.”
“I bet you can’t make it all the way through the movie without screaming at it.”
“If you put that in the microwave uncovered I swear I will beat you to death with a plastic spoon.”
“What was that flavor of cake you liked? I need to know because reasons.”
“When we get that house you’re handling the spiders.”
“Going to the mall alone is boring. Besides, I need someone to tell me how great I look in all the clothes I try on.”
“It’s not MY fault you scream like a schoolgirl on a rollercoaster.”
“It’s an arcade, do you need more reasons to go?”
“Please tell me why you were napping in my freshly dried blankets *while they’re still in the dryer*.”
“Can we please take cheesy best friend pictures in that photo booth? I promise to keep silly faces to a minimum.”
“I’m singing along to this song and you can’t stop me, so either deal with it or join me.”
“C'mon, with anyone else this would be too weird.”
“I hate this game so much. Here’s a link, you should totally play it.”
“I take no responsibility for any smells you may or may not encounter from this point forward.”
“HELP I HAVE A SPLINTER”
“Okay, but consider that if you don’t watch this show with me, I’ll still rant to you just as much about the feels it gives me.”
“If anyone turns that fan off again I swear someone’s going to bleed.”
“Help me, the computer’s making sad beeps again. Make it happy, please.”
“THIS MOVIE MAKES ME CRY EVERY TIME WHY DID YOU LET ME CHOOSE IT?!”
“I have in front of me: One DVD, seven remote controls, and an entertainment center. This will be a voyage of discovery.”
“If I die, you get my cat. So make sure I live through this.”
“I need someone to cling to in the haunted house, and you’re it.”
“Yeah, but you’re *my* nerd.”
“The remote is two feet thataway and I don’t feel like moving. We’re stuck with this.”
“You are aware this was the worst idea ever and you’re lucky you’re my best friend, or else I’d leave you alone to deal with this.”
“I’d say sorry my mom tried to adopt you again, but it was kind of my idea.”
“There is a perfectly good reason I’m eating these mini marshmallows right out of the package, I’m certain of it. Probably.”
“Okay but hear me out: Fluffy. Sharks.”
“Please keep your sick away from me and get better soon. I made you soup.”
“That sounds like a bad idea. I’m in.”
“If you don’t come up and sing with me, I will sing and point at you. The entire. Time.”
“We made a pact based on SpongeBob jokes, you can’t back out now.”
Make my muse blush in ten words or less
A Midnight Chat | Matthias & Crystal
It was probably silly for her to be surprised by his answer. He was only human, of course things must have bothered him. To be fair, though, any ounce of carelessness seemed bizarre to her. Damn, she was tense.
“I guess I relate to them more. Cats are more independent.while dogs have the title of ‘man’s best friend.’ Too more attachment. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me.” She shrugged, kicking a rock. Well, any pet at all would have made her attached. At times Crys felt ridiculous for feeling such opposition against love and attachment. Her hand shot up to touch her face to feel the dry blood on her cheek. Unfazed, she took a tissue out of her back pocket and wiped it off. She was used to it by now. “Thanks.”
“Independent, eh?” Matthias said. He dragged on the silence, trying to keep his face inscrutable as he pondered further about their situation.
To be honest, he wasn’t sure what to say anymore. He was truly serious about making Crystal more of a friend than a patient, it seemed. At the time, they were just words without a lick of truth, but now…
Unfortunately, social situations actually made him extremely uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure why. Even as a practicing psychologist, he couldn’t step back and examine himself.
He learned all that needed to be learned. It was time to move on and draw their conversation to a close. He would have really liked to help her more, but getting seriously attached to a case would be bad news for everyone.
“Well, Crystal, it’s almost morning.” Against his better judgement, he added, “If you ever need another talk, just look up Matthias Mori. Do you want an escort home?”
The way he said that made her feel exposed. “Independent” was a less humiliating word for lonely. She looked at the ground, not wanting to see the look on his face when he said that. He must have thought she was completely and utterly stupid. As much as she tried to act like she was a tough person who didn’t give a shit what was thought about her, she care. Deep down, albeit small, a part of her cared.
Little did he know, she was just as uncomfortable as he was. Usually by now, she’d have found an excuse to leave.
The statement was an obvious attempt to leave the situation, and she understood. Yet she felt a loss. Like he had decided she was hopeless and have given up.
Not that she wanted his help anyway, of course.
Blinking, she stood up, still avoiding eye contact. “I’m probably far out of your way. Besides, I’m not going home. Thanks anyway. I’m fine.” She said blandly. The last part of that statement was more a reassurance to herself then to him.
@samuraiofice
“I don’t tire in mortal combat like this. It’s killing a god that gets difficult… And yeah, I’m just kind of focusing. I’ll use less energy and recover it faster if I can maintain a balanced state.”
Jacob drew his sword, and thrust it towards the ground, leaving a perfect signature in fine lines of ice on the floor.
“Ready?”
Crys stared at him almost blankly. She still didn’t understand this whole magical powers thing. Killing a god? That was crazy.
Maybe she was high. That would explain it.
“You’re going to have to explain that to me sometime.” She tried say lightheartedly, quickly looking down at the ice.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” With that, she hopped up and climbed the next couple flights. She had built up some impressive stamina over the years. Soon, they made their way to the top.
Jacob quickly snapped the lock on the door and entered the room at the top.
“Oh, that’s cute.”
Jacob threw up a shield of ice to block the barrage of bullets as he entered the door.
“Guess I wasn’t very subtle about wanting you dead, huh? Don’t pretend that you can actually touch me though.”
Jacob burst through the shield, sending ice through his two guard’s throats while whipping the gun from his target’s hand with his rosary. He caught <insert name here> by the shirt and rolled into a throw towards Crystal.
“Knock him out!”
The sound of the bullets suddenly made her flinch, but it didn’t stop her reflexes. She whipped out her gun and ducked down, but the man was thrown at her.
The command reached her ears and by the time she registered it, the man had already swung. Her gun fell out of her hand.
“You gotta be kidding me.” She mumbled as she dodged his throw, grabbing his arm and twisting it back. He cried out. It was almost music to her ears. It disabled him for a moment before she lifted her leg up in a swift kick to his head. The beast fell to the floor, covering his nose with one hand. He mumbled something about her being a bitch, earning him a kick in the stomach. She didn’t want to hear much from him anymore. That would be for later. She picked up her gun and hit him in the head with it, knocking him out.
Sighing and running a hand through her hair, Crys gave him another little kick to make sure he was out before taking his wallet and checking his ID. “Kevin Jackson. You know, you’d think that this motherfucker would have been o the sex offenders’ registry by now, but I guess not.” “It really is cute how they try to fight back.” She mused, smirking. “I’m sure your powers come in handy, huh?”
Emotionally shatter my muse. Break them. Hurt them. Give them a nightmare that will haunt them. Make them cry. Make me regret asking you for this!
Vulnerable Situations Sentence Meme
{ trigger warning, some nsfw and possible noncon/dubcon }
“Had a bit much to drink? You could hardly stand.”
“Were you robbed or is kinky foreplay gone wrong the reason you’re tied up?”
“My, what have we here?”
“You look nervous. What’s wrong?”
“I think you might have been drugged.”
“There’s no hiding how hot and bothered you are, darling…”
“You’re burning up and in no condition to be walking about, get to bed.”
“Are you still awake? Maybe the drug wasn’t strong enough…”
“When I saw you looking so helpless, I just couldn’t resist…”
“You shouldn’t be walking all alone this time of night. There’s dangerous people around. Who knows what might happen…”
“Heh. And how do you plan to stop me?”
“I’ll strap you down nice and tight… It’ll be fun watching you squirm.”
“Are you crying?”
“Struggle all you want, cutie.”
“I’m n-not drunk, I only had a couple of drinks.”
“Put me down, I can walk!”
“Mind untying me?”
“I feel kinda… dizzy…”
“I might be coming down with something.”
“Stay back…”
“W-why can’t I move?”
“Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”
“I don’t need your help.”
“Really, I’m fine.”
“Apparently the brownies I ate were a bit… special.”
“I can’t get up…”
“Who’s there?”
“No, don’t let them take me!”
“I can’t go back there, I can’t…”
If we are RPing together
you do not have to:
get to my thread just because you’re working on other replies
avoid posting often just because we’re both online and it’s your turn
push yourself to write something just because you see me on
I understand:
that sometimes you only get muse for certain threads
you may not know what to reply with at the moment
some threads you have are in an exciting moment and you’d rather put your focus into those
RPing is for fun. Don’t force yourself to get stuff done. Your replies are worth the wait.
Send me "§" if you'd ever consider shipping our muses
@samuraiofice
Jacob appeared behind her as she entered the window. “I’m back. Oddly, there’s no door to the main building from the garage. Must be for security. Anyway, he’s probably somewhere near the top of the building. If you want to high profile him, it shouldn’t be too hard to climb the rest of the way up to the top.” Jacob glanced back out at the side of the building, judging the protrusions. He felt the moon glowing on his face and closed his eyes for a moment, gathering focus before looking back for the girl’s answer.
She jumped slightly, surprised by his return. “I figured as such. It’s like the universe purposely doesn’t make this shit easy for us.” Crys said, sighing and glancing around her before she caught sight of Jacob’s expression. “You alright there? You’re not too tired, are you? We just got started.” She teased. It wasn’t malicious, though. A ghost of a smile had graced her features.
“I don’t tire in mortal combat like this. It’s killing a god that gets difficult… And yeah, I’m just kind of focusing. I’ll use less energy and recover it faster if I can maintain a balanced state.”
Jacob drew his sword, and thrust it towards the ground, leaving a perfect signature in fine lines of ice on the floor.
“Ready?”
Crys stared at him almost blankly. She still didn’t understand this whole magical powers thing. Killing a god? That was crazy.
Maybe she was high. That would explain it.
“You’re going to have to explain that to me sometime.” She tried say lightheartedly, quickly looking down at the ice.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” With that, she hopped up and climbed the next couple flights. She had built up some impressive stamina over the years. Soon, they made their way to the top.
@samuraiofice
Jacob glanced back and saw her relax.
Good. It’ll steady her mind and aim. Maybe she won’t do so bad after all.
“It’s going to be a bit of a walk over there. Why don’t you tell me how you became a vigilante… and how you’ve managed to survive this long.”
A smirk graced her features. Oh, he really had no idea.
Thinking about her reasons for becoming a crime fighter, about what finally made her snap, about her attacks that scarred her for life… it all almost made her tense up again. Rolling her shoulders back to get her anxiety out of her system, Crys gave a light laugh. “That is quite the long story. If I told you, I’d probably have to kill you.” She mused.
“Really now? You’ll have to go into detail for me sometime.”
Jacob took a quick left, checking around to make sure that they weren’t being watched.
“But now isn’t the time for that. You should head into the alleyway to my right. The building over there is the one that we need. I’ll check in with you in a minute. Just find a way in, and I’ll find you.”
Glad she was able to get out of that one. “Alright. What are you going to do?” She asked, looking around the alley. She wasn’t exactly sure why she was letting him give her orders, but there really was no point in fighting him. They both had a job they wanted done.
“I’m going to head into the garage and slash his tires. If he tries to make a run for it, he’ll have to do so on foot.”
Jacob dashed off abruptly and disappeared through a window along the side of the building.
Before Crys could respond, he vanished.
Her casual demeanor disappeared as she made her move. With impressive ease, she hopped up onto a garbage can, hoisting herself up onto a fire escape. After sprinting up another set of stairs, she found a window that was slightly open. Crys scanned the area for a moment before spotting a long piece of metal. She stuck it between the opening before cranking it downwards. The window shot up quickly and she grinned with pride.
See, she knew what she was doing.
Jacob appeared behind her as she entered the window. “I’m back. Oddly, there’s no door to the main building from the garage. Must be for security. Anyway, he’s probably somewhere near the top of the building. If you want to high profile him, it shouldn’t be too hard to climb the rest of the way up to the top.” Jacob glanced back out at the side of the building, judging the protrusions. He felt the moon glowing on his face and closed his eyes for a moment, gathering focus before looking back for the girl’s answer.
She jumped slightly, surprised by his return. “I figured as such. It’s like the universe purposely doesn’t make this shit easy for us.” Crys said, sighing and glancing around her before she caught sight of Jacob’s expression. “You alright there? You’re not too tired, are you? We just got started.” She teased. It wasn’t malicious, though. A ghost of a smile had graced her features.
Gotham
[ I have a lot of feelings about tonight’s episode of Gotham
you don’t want to know
s o S
first of all alfred is bae
i want mORE NYGMA
i can see kristen is starting to warm up to him and that made me squeal
jerome is a shit but he’s beautiful
SARAH MY BABY
okay i need sleep
goodnight ]
Hurt my muse! See how they react!
✚: Stab with a knife / sword / blade.
♕: A kick in a very sensitive area.
✿: Insult (Insert specific insult.)
♠: Punch / slap / blow to the face.
♆: Strangle / suffocate them.
ϡ: Gash with a knife / blade /sword.
ღ: Emotionally scar them (Include how).
†: Nail them to a structure (Explain).
✄: Break off a relationship with them.
☂: Shove them into a body of water.
@samuraiofice
Jacob glanced back and saw her relax.
Good. It’ll steady her mind and aim. Maybe she won’t do so bad after all.
“It’s going to be a bit of a walk over there. Why don’t you tell me how you became a vigilante… and how you’ve managed to survive this long.”
A smirk graced her features. Oh, he really had no idea.
Thinking about her reasons for becoming a crime fighter, about what finally made her snap, about her attacks that scarred her for life… it all almost made her tense up again. Rolling her shoulders back to get her anxiety out of her system, Crys gave a light laugh. “That is quite the long story. If I told you, I’d probably have to kill you.” She mused.
“Really now? You’ll have to go into detail for me sometime.”
Jacob took a quick left, checking around to make sure that they weren’t being watched.
“But now isn’t the time for that. You should head into the alleyway to my right. The building over there is the one that we need. I’ll check in with you in a minute. Just find a way in, and I’ll find you.”
Glad she was able to get out of that one. “Alright. What are you going to do?” She asked, looking around the alley. She wasn’t exactly sure why she was letting him give her orders, but there really was no point in fighting him. They both had a job they wanted done.
“I’m going to head into the garage and slash his tires. If he tries to make a run for it, he’ll have to do so on foot.”
Jacob dashed off abruptly and disappeared through a window along the side of the building.
Before Crys could respond, he vanished.
Her casual demeanor disappeared as she made her move. With impressive ease, she hopped up onto a garbage can, hoisting herself up onto a fire escape. After sprinting up another set of stairs, she found a window that was slightly open. Crys scanned the area for a moment before spotting a long piece of metal. She stuck it between the opening before cranking it downwards. The window shot up quickly and she grinned with pride.
See, she knew what she was doing.
