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#linenlies ; indie friends only multimuse for hellaverse. penned by nova. they/them. gmt+5. 21. 18+ only.
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🏠 ·₊˚ 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. — various sentence starters from the book house of leaves. ( EXHIBIT XV. )
❝ Will you ever forgive me? ❞
❝ It is completely reasonable for you to turn your back on me forever. It might even be the wisest decision. ❞
❝ Sometimes, however, I wonder if my problems originate elsewhere. In my won childhood, for example. ❞
❝ It'll be okay. It'll be alright. ❞
❝ That won't do. ❞
❝ One lifetime ago I was crouched in shadow and in the next I am with you. How profound the difference. ❞
❝ How can I not appreciate your protective instincts? ❞
❝ Open yourself to me. I will not harm your secrets. ❞
❝ I am here. Ever devoted. ❞
❝ You may want to prepare yourself for the worst. ❞
❝ It's remarkable how much I continue to improve. ❞
❝ For the first time, I feel normal. ❞
❝ It's been so long since I've traveled. ❞
❝ As it is I'm fairly annoyed. ❞
❝ I've lost all of it. To be honest I don't know where all of it went. ❞
❝ Do that for me. ❞
❝ What's the matter, ❞
❝ Go back to sleep. ❞
❝ I'm sorry I got so mad. It's not your fault. That thing just scares me. ❞
❝ Come back to bed. ❞
❝ I need to find a psychic. Or an exorcist. ❞
❝ What the hell? ❞
❝ Who knows what might have been discovered. ❞
❝ I believe there's a great deal of significance in this discovery. ❞
❝ While I would like to offer you my own interpretation I am a little high and alot drunk. ❞
❝ I'm sketching far less these days. ❞
❝ Recently though I did get this crazy idea: I decided to go out on a limb. ❞
❝ I don't know what I expected. ❞
❝ Now look who's the dumb mutant. ❞
❝ I felt like such an idiot. ❞
❝ I should of stayed away from such flights of fancy, stuck to my regular made-up stories. ❞
❝ Call me sometime, ❞
❝ You're cute. ❞
❝ I feel dead. ❞
❝ I need to get away. ❞
I stand by the notion that Vincent/Vox’s celebrity crush is John Wayne. Even in life Vincent was enamored by him and found him attractive. If he asked him to star on a Western with him he would’ve said yes before he finished his sentence. Loser.
Send 😭 for my muse to show up at your muse's door in the middle of the night, sobbing and/or injured.
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@sharedpast i'm not sure i could really trust anyone who wasn't tempted by an oreo for breakfast, on occasion. (from emmy, to cherri!)
All the days Cherri spent with Emmy were good days in her book. Whether or not both of them would be in the Doomsday District or walking around the Pentagram at their leisure, which they were doing right now, didn't change that. Emmy always brought something different to the table that otherwise made her afterlife quite boring. Emmy was the opposite of boring. Not only did she have the body and the moxie to keep thugs and others away from her, she had quite the charming character. Cherri always found herself surprised at whatever new thing Emmy brought up, even if she felt like she'd known her for forever. That was the same for what Emmy had told out, out of the blue. Cherri turned her head completely towards her, eye blinking, then squinting. Her lips weren't fully in a frown, but the rest of Cherri's expression spoke the astonishment for her. Her lips curled into a half-smile, and then she snorted. Cherri continued snickering before she shook her head, now giving a complete grin.
"What? I mean, girl I--" Cherri snickered again, shaking her head. "Where do you come up with this stuff, Emmy? Did we walk by some sorta Oreo sign that I was too distracted to pay any attention to? Or maybe I'm just so used to 'em that it didn't stand out to me." Cherri wouldn't consider Emmy being overly unfamiliar with Oreos, but the thing about Hell was that it pulled people from all kinds of different places, all kinds of different times. Emmy could've been from the 1800s and Cherri wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Though, she at least assumes she wouldn't be looking like that if she was. But Cherri doesn't see Emmy as any sort of posh lady either. "I gotta say that I agree with you, though. Who's gonna turn down a quick bit of sugar in the morning? Not even the old hags stinkin' up the place would say no. I mean, have you seen how much sugar them bitches are puttin' in their coffee n' shit? So-called Boston Tea Party in every one of their drinks." Cherri tapped her chin with her index finger. "Don't coffee places got things like Oreo-flavored donuts, or just Oreo-flavored anythin'? Yeah, don't think I could trust somebody willin' to turn it down for no reason." The hand lowered to hook at her hip. Then her stomach growled, and Cherri hiccuped. "Damn you, Emmy! Now you gotta get me a pack of 'em!"
First time properly drawing human Vox, I love this crazy white man 🫶🏻💃
questions only sentence starters
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .
who . . .
“ Who are you? ”
“ Who do you serve? ”
“ Who taught you that? ”
“ Who’s really in control here? ”
“ Who are you running from? ”
“ Who did this to you? ”
“ Who’s coming for us? ”
“ Who do you think I am? ”
“ Who else knows about this? ”
“ Who are you trying to protect? ”
what . . .
“ What are you? ”
“ What do you want from me? ”
“ What are you hiding? ”
“ What were you planning to do? ”
“ What just happened? ”
“ What did you see back there? ”
“ What did you promise them? ”
“ What happens if I don’t let you go? ”
“ What are the rules I’m not supposed to break? ”
“ What happens after the portal closes? ”
where . . .
“ Where did you come from? ”
“ Where are we? ”
“ Where are you going? ”
“ Where were you when it happened? ”
“ Where does this path lead? ”
“ Where did you get that scar? ”
“ Where is everyone else? ”
“ Where should I stand? ”
“ Where did you put the body? ”
“ Where were you hiding all this time? ”
when . . .
“ When did this start? ”
“ When were you going to tell me? ”
“ When was the last time you felt safe? ”
“ When do we leave? ”
“ When did you stop trusting me? ”
“ When does this end? ”
“ When did you realise the truth? ”
“ When do things go wrong? ”
“ When did you choose this path? ”
“ When will you look at me and be honest? ”
how . . .
“ How long have you been watching me? ”
“ How did you survive? ”
“ How much do you remember? ”
“ How are you this calm right now? ”
“ How bad is it? ”
“ How did you know my name? ”
“ How far are you willing to go? ”
“ How many lies have you told me? ”
“ How do you live with this? ”
“ How are we supposed to fix this? ”
are . . .
“ Are you human? ”
“ Are you okay? ”
“ Are you lying to me right now? ”
“ Are you scared? ”
“ Are you tired? ”
“ Are you hiding something? ”
“ Are you bound by oath or by magic? ”
“ Are you trying to start a fight? ”
“ Are you always this dramatic? ”
“ Are you going to explain or just stare? ”
do . . .
“ Do you trust me? ”
“ Do you remember your name? ”
“ Do you remember me? ”
“ Do you miss them? ”
“ Do you always talk this much? ”
“ Do you have any idea what you just did? ”
“ Do you ever sleep? ”
“ Do you want me to stay? ”
“ Do you think I’m stupid? ”
“ Do you believe in fate? ”
have . . .
“ Have you eaten yet? ”
“ Have we met before? ”
“ Have you been here long? ”
“ Have you done this before? ”
“ Have you ever killed someone? ”
“ Have you been lying to me? ”
“ Have you lost anyone? ”
“ Have you forgiven yourself? ”
“ Have you always been like this? ”
“ Have you already chosen a side? ”
is . . .
“ Is this place real? ”
“ Is something bothering you? ”
“ Is that weapon even legal here? ”
“ Is this your idea of a joke? ”
“ Is this your way of flirting? ”
“ Is someone watching us? ”
“ Is it supposed to hurt like this? ”
“ Is there a way out? ”
“ Is this what you wanted? ”
“ Is it too late to turn back? ”
can . . .
“ Can I ask you a weird question? ”
“ Can you hear that? ”
“ Can I trust you? ”
“ Can you keep a secret? ”
“ Can we slow down? ”
“ Can you help me bury a body? ”
“ Can you look at me? ”
“ Can we talk about what happened? ”
“ Can you stop pretending? ”
“ Can you promise me something? ”
will . . .
“ Will you stay with me? ”
“ Will you tell me the truth? ”
“ Will this ever end? ”
“ Will you protect me? ”
“ Will they come back for us? ”
“ Will you remember me? ”
“ Will you choose a side? ”
“ Will you regret this? ”
“ Will you still look at me the same way? ”
“ Will you stop me if I’m wrong? ”
should . . .
“ Should I be worried? ”
“ Should we be running? ”
“ Should I follow you? ”
“ Should I be afraid of you? ”
“ Should we pretend this never happened? ”
“ Should I stay or go? ”
“ Should I believe you? ”
“ Should I be honest with you? ”
“ Should we trust them? ”
“ Should I have come here? ”
would . . .
“ Would you do it again? ”
“ Would you lie to protect me? ”
“ Would this have been different if I had stayed? ”
“ Would you really let me die? ”
“ Would you have saved them instead? ”
“ Would you still care if you knew the truth? ”
“ Would you leave if I asked? ”
“ Would this hurt less if I understood? ”
“ Would you forgive me? ”
“ Would you choose me this time? ”
could . . .
“ Could you survive without me? ”
“ Could this world exist without you? ”
“ Could this get any worse? ”
“ Could you teach me how to do that? ”
“ Could you be wrong? ”
“ Could you be lying to yourself? ”
“ Could you forgive them? ”
“ Could this be a trap? ”
“ Could you handle the truth if I told you? ”
“ Could you live with the consequences? ”
this guy sure talks a lot . . .
have you ever sat with someone as they died? (from anton to vincent!)
The feeling in the air shifted very drastically, very quickly. That was a hard thing to do, considering Herzen Castle seemed more confined that Alcatraz. As someone who hadn't been to Alcatraz (but had seen genuine images of it!), that seemed impossible, yet it still felt hard to breathe. Surely he mustn't have noticed it before Anton's smooth, gentle threat to his life escaped from his lips. Even if that wasn't the duke's intention, whatever else it could mean made the put in his stomach fall deeper. He didn't really want to know whatever this vampire meant at all, in that case. But it had to jut be a threat. It had to be. Someone living in a town so remote would have no idea. He didn't even know who he was before he showed up at Herzen Castle to investigate the rumored vampire. Why was he so worried about it, then? Why did the hand holding his wine glass tighten ever-so slightly? Why did his green eye twitch as he maintained a forced grin? This wasn't the first time Vincent Whittman had received a death threat, but this was the first one where it was worded so brilliantly that it meant something. Alas, all Anton meant to do was get under his skin. He didn't know, and he was an idiot for now showing signs that he could know something!
"What a silly thing to ask, Duke Herzen! I'm too young to have lost anybody, and I'm too old to be there when someone out of my circle dies. As sad as death is, time doesn't stop. The cameras keep rolling. And, hey, whoever passed would've wanted me to keep on stage! Maybe my broadcast will reach them in Heaven. They'll know they're loved then if I haven't made it clear enough already!" It was all performative. Believe in Heaven all he wished, he wasn't going to go out of his way to make some special shout-out on live television for someone who wasn't significant and worthy of it. It would waste valuable screen-time that would better be spent on him! "That line of questioning still keeps me on my toes, I must admit." Vincent placed the wine glass on the table and forced his hands in his lap, no longer visible to Anton's eye. They pulled at all of their fingers, hard. "Have something on your mind that must've inspired such a statement, Duke Herzen? Something you wish to be more direct about?"
on occasion, i write my own obituary. (from catti, to octavia!)
Unfortunately, that wasn't the worst conversation starter they've ever heard. Octavia wouldn't really consider it up there, either. It was mostly something random with some grim undertones that they experienced every day of their life anyways. At least Catti didn't mention something about cheating, or parents, or cheating parents. At this point in their life, they wouldn't be able to write an obituary in good faith. They weren't even completely sure if they could die by normal means. Angelic weapons, sure, but nothing compared to things Catti could become susceptible to. She could see them freeze up on their spot on the floor of her bedroom. The phone in their hand almost fell out of their hands, but they put it down on the ground quickly. Catti could see that they had their music app on. They didn't think to turn off their phone to turn their full body towards Catti. There was a strange look on their face, but how couldn't there be? Catti was one of their, yes, friends, they think. They worried about her well-being. Was something going on that they weren't aware of? Maybe. Octavia didn't want there to be, but it wasn't their choice in the chance that there was.
"Is that so?" Octavia began, hesitant in their words, their delivery. They let out a singular nervous, sheepish chuckle. Their hand went to rub up and down their arm. "Uhh, don't take this the wrong way girl, but... why? There's not really much of a point to do that. Once you die, you're not gonna be concerned with anything going on here. You'll know who you're all leaving behind, who can't come with you to... probably Hell, just yet." Octavia was going to say Heaven at first, but something crossed their mind. While the Goetia fully believed that Catti deserved to go to Heaven, she had been dealing and playing with things that would otherwise be considered satanic. That alone could be enough to give her an eternal sentence to the underworld. What they were thinking but, obviously wouldn't say, was that at least they'd be together when she did die. Maybe they've been able to get out of their shitty situation and, for the lack of better terms, have grown up when that happens. Hopefully. The fact this was brought up at all still has them worried. "Hey," the Goetia began, inching closer to Catti, "is there any reason why you go that route? An obituary is kinda specific, you know."
And the ongoing streak of bad luck continues, to no surprise. It's only natural that none other than the youngest overlord herself would walk in while they're in the middle of chugging from one of those crystal bottles.
… Well. If they're already caught in the act, they might as well finish the rest off, at least. Descole tips the bottle up the rest of the way.
Her threat is surprisingly unimpressive, considering her status. Did she really think everyone in this miserable little city cared about the opinions of others the way she did? Perhaps it was to be expected from an overlord of social media—but as far as Descole has seen, nearly everyone in this hellhole is scum, barely even worth the taste of their blade. They certainly wouldn't dispute that they belong here—murder and mass endangerment were a hard sell to heaven—but as far as they're concerned, their own opinion is the only one that matters.
Descole pulls the bottle from their lips enough to be able to speak.
"… Tell me, can you write without speaking aloud as you do so, or did you never progress past primary?" they drawl. "My goodness. I'd heard modern day youth were in a sorry state, but I didn't realize it had gotten so bad."
The fashionista readied her current stance in case Descole wanted to attempt anything funny. Said funny thing would be them trying to throw the bottle at her. That wouldn't have been any fun; they would've been dead following the attempt. A dead ghost doesn't exactly make for good media, since there's nothing there for real. And then she would've strained herself all for nothing! Well, Velvette wasn't a strain herself for nothing kind of lady. That was for the rest of her puppets, who would be all over this post online once she sends it. Descole didn't throw the bottle. In fact, the Sinner did worse by actively mocking her. Mocking her? Velvette? What a joke. She didn't need to see who they were in order to kick their ass if she decided to go that route for that comment alone. She should've, and maybe she could push them out of the window. It wasn't like her and the rest of the Vees didn't have the money to fix it! And, really, it would be a more tame death than whatever Val got up to every week. Hopefully the fall and colliding into the ground would be enough to crumple them and not the bullets of a gun. Velvette fake laughed. It was slow, coordinated, and very aggravated. She rose her phone back up and pressed the record button. Whether or not she posted this didn't matter to her, though she was more than likely going to anyways.
"Aww, sorry, did the voice of a youngin grate at your ears? I spelt it out to you 'cause grandparents like you don't have half the mind to use social media. I was letting you know what I was framing you as, fuckin' fossil." The fashionista could get enough from Des's voice alone that they were older when they died. Their words only seemed to confirm as much. Maybe it wasn't good news for Velvette, but she, quite honestly, didn't give a shit! "You're running out of seconds, by the way. Why are you here?!"
@hellful continued from here.
Asmodeus wasn't the type to deny a cute thing talking about themself when given the opportunity to. It was always sweet to hear whatever it was someone had to say, especially when they looked as gorgeous as Royal did. They seemed to serve quite a place here in the casino, and why wouldn't they? From where he was concerned, Royal was the head dealer here. If they weren't, then they wouldn't have even considered talking about themself as much as they had. But even they had gone a little too far. Asmodeus threw them a bone for sure, and while he didn't mind their words (their voice especially), it was becoming a bit forward. They acted as though they were a leader, but they knew next to nothing about leadership. Did it do him any good to get an ego boost from someone he shouldn't even entertain? Well, maybe to have some eye candy and a serenade with every sentence spoken, but that was all. For now.
"Spare me the formalities now, why don't ya? You seemed to have done so enough a moment ago. There's no stopping the train that's full-steam ahead, mm?" There was a slight vexation in his tone, his arms crossing his chest and one of his legs going over and resting on the other. It waved in a slow, rhythmic manner that seemed almost hypnotic if one were to look for too long. Not that he'd blame anyone for that. "I suppose its no one's fault but mine in expecting anything different from the Pride Ring." Asmodeus hardly made his way so far up, especially with a lot of the local Sinners being... less than pleasant, to say the least. Yes, they'd been damned for a reason, but they seemed to, aha, pride themselves in becoming even worse than who they were. Well, whatever. It benefits him, whether he likes the modes in doing so or not. "Have the game ready for me, treasure," the Sin responded in a more refined manner, yet he whisked his hand in the air anyways.
i see you've called in dead.
dialogue prompts from i see you've called in dead by john kenney.
i've never seen anything quite like that.
on occasion, i write my own obituary.
it's too early for existential dread.
you look well, for a dead man.
i'll give you twenty dollars to stop talking.
i wish you'd let me cut your hair.
do you believe in god?
i don't think anything matters to you anymore. that kind of breaks my heart.
stories matter. facts matter.
the rumors of your death are exaggerated, i see.
i leave for a week and you fall apart.
you can fall in love with someone from their smile.
have you ever sat with someone as they died?
i'm kind of learning to be alone.
i'm not sure i could really trust anyone who wasn't tempted by an oreo for breakfast, on occasion.
this is going to be so wonderfully awkward. i can hardly wait.
i just go to wakes sometimes.
what happens if i can't redeem myself?
was electricity new when you were little?
how do you say 'horse's ass' in [language]?
you're sweet to ask. most people don't.
i like your face.
can you swim?
you take a lot of words to say very little.
i'm trying to change my narrative.
you're movie star handsome.
are you saying you meet me?
caskets are four-sided. coffins are six-sided, and wider at the top.
i sort of love you. i kind of care about you.
have some kids. they're the only things that keep me sane.
you strike me as someone desperate for a vacation.
we get better. we heal.
if you die, can i have your office chair?
please don't mistake this as affection or friendship.
elegance is not your strong suit.
what would you want to change, if you could?
i think my tear ducts might not actually work.
i wouldn't change a day of my life. i'd just like more of it.
do you mind if we sit for a bit?
we don't talk about death much as a society, do we?
you sound like a hallmark card.
no one likes golf. even golfers don't like it.
i'm not sure who i was trying to impress.
i worry i'm boring you.
we can change. maybe it's just a bit, but that little bit is everything.
i'm sorry. i should have said something.
i didn't expect to like you.
you should come out with a line of sad greeting cards.
i want to be forgiven.
sometimes i hear my own voice and i hate it.
you think i'm better than i am.
i'll shut up. just know i'd be lost without you.
it's your birthday. you're the king.
i've heard about you, but i've never met you.
i wanted to shoot the dude, but who is that helping?
how many days to you experience something for the first time?
there's no small talk among friends. ask.
we hold the past in our body. it never forgets, but it can learn to let it go.
what are you still doing here? go home.
except for you almost dying, i had a lovely evening.
you're a moron. that's what i love about you.
it's remarkable what you can do, when you don't care what anyone thinks anymore.
i thought maybe i could help.
tell your father to go fuck himself.
i believed in santa until i was twelve.
i'm not sure if i believed in _____, or if i wanted to believe so much that i convinced myself.
you saved me. you did.
if this were the last time you were ever going to see me, what would you say?
i like your face.
would you come to my funeral?
if this were a movie, it would be foreshadowing.
if this were a buddy movie, i'd put my arm around your shoulders.
there's so much about you i don't like. where do i even start?
` * 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.
𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 -
01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor. 02. wringing hands together in silence. 03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still. 04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away. 05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other. 06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.
𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 -
01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word. 02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw. 03. throws an object across the room. 04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin. 05. pacing the room with heavy steps. 06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.
𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 -
01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear. 02. resting their forehead against the others. 03. cups the others face with both hands. 04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence. 05. lingering touches against the others face. 06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.
𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -
01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice. 02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs. 03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go. 04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort. 05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.
𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -
01. spins the other around without warning in a hug. 02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily. 03. provides the other with a handmade gift. 04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug. 05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.
𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 -
01. backing away slowly and looking for exits. 02. hiding behind the other and peeking around. 03. flinches at sudden movement from the other. 04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room. 05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.
𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠
01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders. 02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care. 03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat. 04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe. 05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry. 06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.
𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠
01. raises a hand but hesitates. 02. grips the others arm a bit too tightly. 03. pushes the other away with more force than necessary. 04. turns their back on the other to begin walking away without a word. 05. rips a shared photo in half without a word. 06. steps in closely with cold and narrowed eyes.
༘⋆。 stirring the pot starters
a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!
you weren't supposed to hear that.
don't look at me like i'm the only one lying.
want to tell them, or should i?
you think i don't know what you did?
i've hit people for less.
oh, i thought you already knew.
that's funny, you didn't say that last night.
say that again. i dare you.
you wanna talk about loyalty?
no offense, but if you're the last to know, that's on you.
go ahead - pretend like it wasn't your idea!
they deserve to know the truth.
you didn't hear this from me, but -
oh, so now you care?
don't flatter yourself. you were just convenient.
you crossed a line.
we had bets on how long it would last.
it's not even a secret anymore.
you don't get to cry about it now.
touch me again and see what happens.
say it again. louder this time.
you really thought nobody would find out?
don't act so innocent.
okay, but am i the villain for laughing?
tell me who else knows. right now.
this whole time, and you didn't say a word?
don't act brave now.
you're really gonna do this here?
it wasn't supposed to get this far!
you can't rewrite history.
oh, i'd never say it to their faces.
it was supposed to stay between us.
we're all thinking it, i just said it.
you're not as untouchable as you act.
do you even feel guilty?
they warned me about you.
go ahead, make it worse.
if you repeat this, i'll deny everything.
the next thing out of your mouth better be an apology.
you're about three seconds away from regretting this.
you keep pushing, and i'll push you back.
they're going to find out.
one more lie, and i walk.
they're lying to you.
you need to back off. now.
you're defending them? after everything?
don't try to hide it.
tell me, was i just a placeholder?
you really think sorry fixes this?
there's nothing left to say.
don't act like you're the one hurting.
i don't owe you any explanation.
whatever helps you sleep at night.
you should've seen this coming.
i hope it was worth it.
i told the truth. just not all of it.
you'll miss me before i miss you.
smile. you're ruining the mood.
i'd watch that tone if i were you.
it's not my fault you believed me.
you have such a talent for pretending you're innocent.
we both know this is over.
i never said i was a good person.
i thought you were different.
Hazbin scribbles! (Vox, mostly)
I’m very late to the party put I’m NOT the same person ever since the discovery of “Drawing with Valentino” video