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@johannariver-rp
The Ruins (2008)
↳ They don’t want us to spread it. That’s why they won’t let us leave. They’re salting the soil to keep it contained. It’s old. It has to be really old because the birds, the insects… and now, they’ve learned not to land here.
* soft angst starters
‘ stay with me tonight? ’
‘ don’t talk. save your strength. ’
‘ hey, i’ve got you. it’s okay. ’
‘ i’ll be right here. don’t worry. ’
‘ i think we’re done. ’
‘ hold my hand. ’
‘ it’s all been a lie, hasn’t it? ’
‘ we’re out of time. ’
‘ you’ll always be a friend. ’
‘ just hold me. ’
‘ i have to leave you behind. i’m sorry. ’
‘ don’t do that. it’ll only hurt. ’
‘ go on, cry. ’
‘ keep your eyes open. ’
‘ can i hug you? ’
‘ i trusted you. ’
‘ do you remember? ’
‘ i loved you. ’
Happy Birthday to Jena Malone (November 21, 1984).
❝ Did you just throw a sock ball at me!? ❞ (hope you're ok with this as an ice breaker)
“Maybe. I mean, how could I not? You’re an easy target.”
+ @darling-of-the-dangerous
With a sharp breeze through the dark sky Johanna finally found herself crossing the street to a familiar place she would spend her Friday night. Miller’s bar and bistro. It isn’t anything fancy but the booze is cheap and its one of the few places that has a smoking bar left in this shit hole. With a deep inhale she stepped inside and took in the familiar sights and sounds. “Whiskey, make it double.” she said to the bartender, tapping a cigarette out of her pack and placing it between her lips as she took a seat. she lit up her cigarette and felt a pair of eyes on her, quickly glancing to her left she saw a brunette glancing at her from a booth. Arching a brow she thought nothing of it and sipped at her whiskey.
Kveta was licking her wounds in the booth with a tall glass of vodka. She had finished a shift at Red Light Row early due to a particularly rough john. She was now sporting a black eye and split lip. Her ribs hurt too, but she was trying to drown out the pain with her drink. This was the part of living out here that she hated more than anything.
However when she glanced up, she saw a woman, perhaps not too much older than she, sitting down at the bar. She ordered a whiskey straight before pulling out a pack of cigarettes. At first Kveta didn’t want to move at all. Finally, though, her desire for one of those cancer sticks won out and she found herself moving towards the other, drink in hand.
Taking her place beside her, she nodded at the bartender, before turning to face the other. “Yews got one of t’em ta spare?” Golden hues glanced down at the cigarette in her hand. “Coul’ use one of t’em. Been a rough nigh’, ya know?”
With a another sip of her whiskey Johanna glanced back over to the stranger girl, furrowing her brows as she approached. At her request she let out a small huff and slid the pack and lighter over to the obviously wounded brunette. “I can see that. Is there any chance I can ask you how you’re pretty little face got all beat up?” Johanna said as she took a drag of her cigarette, the smoke floating up into the bar lights. “Or would that be asking too much?”
New Room Mate // Molly & Johanna
@johannariver-rp
Alice was gone. Exactly what had happened to Alice, nobody would tell her, but Molly had her own suspicions, and the girls on the ward talked. Something bad had happened to her that nobody would say (the S word had been mentioned among the other girls but never the staff). Alice had been Molly’s room mate for the first five days of her incarceration, she hadn’t talked much and Molly hadn’t really gotten to know her.
She had been informed in the morning that her new room mate would arrive in the afternoon, and she had been on tenterhooks all day.
She was sitting on her bed reading when she heard the shuffling footsteps approaching the door. Yes, that was definitely the distinctive sound of somebody being closely led by two orderlies. It sounded like nurse Grenham was with them too.
Molly closed the book and laid it on the bare bedside table, her heart seemed to flutter a bit in her chest with nerves.
Stop fighting everyone Johanna, no one deserves to get beat up Johanna.
Oh but that just wasn't the case. Johanna didn’t know when or how it started, her parents had been through enough court cases, fines, not to mention bailing Johanna out of custody once every weekend. She had issues. A lot of them. But she didn't deserve this, she didn't want to put in a room just be forgotten about with people telling her when to be happy, but unfortunately it was a better option that jail. Walking down the mundane styled halls of the building Johanna hugged her bag, brows furrowed as the very thought of being in here bothered her. Coming up to her door the men opened it and allowed her in side. “We’ll come check upon you within the hour, Molly this is your new room mate Johanna.” The orderly said with a chirpy smile before leaving a shutting the door. Johanna glanced to the blonde on the bed and offered up a half arsed wave. “Hey.” she said before walking to her bed and throwing down her bag, opening it and rummaging through it to find her cigarettes.
// can someone gimme angst orrrr likeeeee
obscenely domestic starter sentences
❝ Stop man-handling the ice cream! ❞ ❝ Change the channel and I’ll kill you. ❞ ❝ You actual shit, you started without me!? ❞ ❝ Since I’m up, by default I will get your _____. ❞ ❝ Did you just throw a sock ball at me!? ❞ ❝ How about this, how about you fight the rest of the cereal by yourself and I’ll courageously make pancakes for those of us who want a little warmth in our mornings. ❞ ❝ Whiskey is a breakfast staple, anyone who says otherwise is fucking lying. ❞ ❝ My underwear are now bright pink because of you, thank you very much. ❞ ❝ Can you stop kicking me? ❞ ❝ I don’t go shopping I get and retrieve. I have a narrow focus, unlike some people. ❞ ❝ Did you walk the dog? ❞ ❝ You, me, PJ’s, pizza, bed. The PJ’s are optional. ❞ ❝ Only you could make the idea of beating up already dead meat sound attractive. ❞ ❝ I can feel you staring at me, why don’t you just come in? ❞ ❝ Good news; we have internet again! ❞ ❝ I don’t want to file taxes, why don’t you be the adult? ❞ ❝ You snuggling me over an open flame is an invitation for my nipples to disappear. ❞ ❝ I know you’re scared of my mother but contemplating arson isn’t the way to fix this. ❞ ❝ I installed a stripper pole while you were gone because it made me think of you. ❞ ❝ All I was doing was helping the barista learn to spell my name properly. The song and dance should NOT have gotten you that embarrassed. ❞ ❝ How about we just never mention this again? ❞ ❝ Have you seen my earrings/necklace/rings? ❞ ❝ You are literally the child we both want/neither of us want. ❞ ❝ Did you call the doctor about that? ❞ ❝ Let me pop it, just let me pop it, nothing bad will happen, I swear! ❞ ❝ You almost left me at the gas station! ❞ ❝ Alright look! Next time you want to barbecue with the hair dryer, just make sure I’m home! ❞ ❝ I didn’t think the sink had this much water inside of it. ❞ ❝ Don’t be mad, but _____. ❞
Bonus for multi-lingual situations: ❝ Can you translate the news for me? None of this makes sense. ❞ ❝ What is the word for this? *points at ____* I keep wanting to say ‘printer’ but I feel that is wrong. ❞ ❝ Next time she calls you a ____ you just reply with _____. ❞ ❝ I’m sorry but my pronunciation must sound really bad to you. ❞ ❝ Shit! The government doesn’t have my alphabet, put this in a way I understand! ❞ ❝ Can you finger spell that for me, I’m not quite up to that level yet. ❞ ❝ That was said so horribly wrong but you sounded very cute while trying. A for effort. ❞
rivals to lovers starters
as requested. feel free to change pronouns or anything else !
“I’m going to kis–kick your ass!”
“You can’t sleep with him/her/them! You’ll get your heart broken–and then I’ll automatically win, and that’s no fun.”
“I’m considering letting you win…”
“If you lose, you have to do anything I want.”
“Stop squirming! You can’t beat me if you have a cut like that.”
“I’d do anything to……win.”
“How did you trip over thin air, dumbass?! Be quiet, I’ll carry you somewhere.”
“I challenge you to a duel! With my tongue/mouth.”
“I bet I can kiss better than you can!”
“Wow, you’re really dumb…PFFT…bet you won’t take off your shirt…chicken.”
“I can’t believe I have to share a room with you before our competition.”
“Try to beat MY handholding skills.”
“Contest: whoever comes up with the most ways to say ‘I love you’ wins.”
“Ha! You’re definitely the fastest.”
“Scared, ___?”
“I was joking…why would you actually try to jump over that fence?”
“Don’t do anything stupid!”
“FINE. If you win, I’ll go out/sleep/make out with you.”
“You have about as much of a chance at winning as you do of getting a kiss from me.”
“I don’t want to lose to anyone else but you!”
“STRIPPING CONTEST.”
“If you get it right, I’ll let you take a break.”
“Are you too scared to skinny dip?!”
“Think you can handle my thoughtful love notes?! You’re in for a shocker.”
“I’ve always spent so much time practicing/studying/exercising/etc. that I’ve never had a real boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other before.”
“For a newbie, you’re kinda cute.”
“Hey, stop with the puppy eyes! I won fair and square.”
“No, YOU’RE the cutest.”
“Time for a staring contest! I’m totally the king/queen/ruler of them.”
“Can we end practice? It’s really hot in here.”
“Oh you wanna trash talk huh? Well-uh–your lips–a-are really soft-looking–”
“If I win, you get to be my prize.”
+ @darling-of-the-dangerous
With a sharp breeze through the dark sky Johanna finally found herself crossing the street to a familiar place she would spend her Friday night. Miller’s bar and bistro. It isn’t anything fancy but the booze is cheap and its one of the few places that has a smoking bar left in this shit hole. With a deep inhale she stepped inside and took in the familiar sights and sounds. “Whiskey, make it double.” she said to the bartender, tapping a cigarette out of her pack and placing it between her lips as she took a seat. she lit up her cigarette and felt a pair of eyes on her, quickly glancing to her left she saw a brunette glancing at her from a booth. Arching a brow she thought nothing of it and sipped at her whiskey.
send one to see how my muse reacts / soft edition.
[ trail ] for your muse to start a trail of kisses down my muses neck.
[ shift ] for your muse to move hair off my muses face.
[ stroke] for your muse to gently stoke my muse’s face.
[ chin ] for your muse to gently grab my muses chin.
[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.
[ wrap ] for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse.
[ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream.
[ braid ] for your muse to braid mines hair.
[ sponge ] for your muse to give my muse a sponge bath.
[ drape ] for your muse to help pull off / unzip my muses clothing
Sucker Punch Aesthetics
// someone come give Johanna some love
post break-up au
i literally can’t sleep alone anymore so i’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas, can we have one more nap together, please?
we promised to stay friends but we’re doing the same stuff we did when we were a couple and i don’t wanna point it out because i don’t want it to stop
listen i know i can’t just show up at your apartment at six in the morning but i need coffee and no one makes it like you do
we broke up after i left and moved away and months later i find out you rushed to the airport to stop me but you were too late
you keep calling me over to get rid of spiders from your apartment and i’m pretending i don’t know you’re not afraid of them at all because i miss you too
we keep showing up at all the same places separately because we’ve always had similar interests
cop!au i’ve been undercover for months/years and i know i told you not to wait for me but i’m still in love with you and it’s killing me
or, i fell in love with you while i was undercover and i know you’re mad at me for lying but i have to go back to my old life (and i want you to be in it)
i know we’ve been broken up for a while but i still have those concert tickets and you’re the only person i want to share this with
i found the ring when i was moving my stuff out of your apartment and now everything makes sense
are you?? sabotaging?? my dates?!?!?
i’ve seen you hanging around my apartment and i thought it was because you missed me, turns out you’ve been using my wifi you asshole
i know you can’t cook for shit so i’ve been bringing you dinner every night, just, y’know, to keep you alive
i kissed you goodbye by accident - old habits die hard okay?!?!
roadtrip au where we need to save gas money so we take a long, awkward, tension-filled car ride
instead of dividing up the CD’s, let’s play a drinking game to determine who gets what (it may or may not end in sex)
i was so sleep-deprived after the night shift that i climbed into bed with you (and you just rolled with it)
you’re my emergency contact and i’ve been in an accident so you drop everything to come to the hospital
soon to be divorced couple obnoxiously painting the walls wacky colours every time the other paints over it
you’re pretending we’re still together because my relatives will disprove of the break up so you’re being all sweet it’s reminding me of why i fell in love with you in the first place
we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realise i’m wearing your shirt
“-Whats a pretty girl like you doing in a shit hole bar like this?”
Sexual tension sentence starters
as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall
Angry
“Make me.”
“I dare you.”
“Bite me.”
“You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”
“Wanna bet?”
“If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”
“Prove it.”
“What’s in it for me?”
“If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”
“Oh, well fuck me, then.”
“Shut up!”
“Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”
Flirty
“I wish we weren’t out in public…”
“Wow, you’re really strong.”
“Wanna go for a ride?”
“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”
“Ah, I think I need a new bed.”
“Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”
“You have really nice fingers…”
“Are we going downtown?”
“You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”
“That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”
“What do you wear to bed?”
Awkward
“Do you have to eat it like that?”
“Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”
“Hey, stop biting your lip…”
“Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”
“You’re standing a little close to me…”
“Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”
“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”
“Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”
“I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”
“*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”
