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I have moooooved!! It's no longer a side blog!

#mun talk :: ooc

I'm going to move to a main blog instead of a sideblog. I think being a side blog is limiting the interactions I have. So next week I'm going to move everything over and hopefully be able to write with more people. I have so much muse for Eddie and barely any interactions.

#mun talk :: ooc

leneemusing

WHAT DO YOU ASSOCIATE MY MUSE WITH? ( colors, animals, places, flowers, songs etc literally anything that reminds you of them or their aesthetic )

m1dn1ghtmuses.

Bingo.

There it was. A little prickle of jealousy. Eddie had no intention of dating, or even fooling around with, Chrissy’s friends. He was supposed to have flirted with one of them but had no recollection of it at all.

She stumbles and falters through half a dozen unfinished sentences while he kisses down her neck. He presses a finger to her lips, hushing the fumbled explanations because he really didn’t need one. They were just having fun.. it was nothing serious..

Except for the minor issue of a crush being harboured since middle school. No big deal.

“mmhm, that’s exactly how it wor…” Before he could finish she pulled him in for another kiss. Plenty of people have tried to shut Eddie up, but Chrissy’s method was by far his favourite.

“uhh, yeah.. about that.. totally would but they’re kinda occupied with holding me up.” He’s propped up on both forearms, keeping him just within reach of Chrissy, so she could do whatever was on her mind. Which right now was kissing and marking his neck in a different place.

“If I didn’t.. know better, I.. would think you’re.. marking your.. territory..” he hums, a smirk on his face. maybe the smirk was because he’s really into what she’s doing, (spoiler alert, he was). Or maybe it’s because she’s more territorial than she would admit.

A finger pressed against her lips and Chrissy stops abruptly in her tracks, spilled apologies coming to a stop though her face remains warm, so much so that it reaches her ears. Her eyes close, allowing herself to feel the way his lips press against her skin, the way goosebumps run down her spine. Okay, so he doesn’t care that she’d been ogling him.

Good, because she intends to do it all over again. Not only today but also every other time she comes to see him. “Huh? Wh– oh,” she pauses, so lost in the thrill of the moment that she didn’t even think about how he was positioned, “right, let me just… lie back.”

She’s done this enough times. With Jason, yes, but also a couple of other boys before him. It was far more innocent, back then, but boys brains were all the same. She waits until he lies back, giggling at the awkward movements between the two of them and straddling his lap, knees digging into the faded out colored fabric of the couch.

The view is even better from here, Chrissy thinks with a smirk, and shrugs off her blazer before she bends back down to kiss him once. “I can stop if you want me to,” she murmurs against his lips, biting his bottom lip again and kissing down to the other side of his neck. Would a third mark be too much?

The few seconds of awkwardness while they switched up positions were absolutely worth it because this was damn near perfect. And the view? Not one he was likely to forget in a hurry. She makes his pulse race in the same way it did when he was on stage. She was the kind of buzz he could become addicted to.

Instinctively his arms curl around her back as they kiss, he wasn't to keep her there for as long as possible despite their time rapidly running out. Then his hand is under her shirt, his fingers pressed into her back, the other travels to her thigh, giving her ass a playful squeeze on the way down. There are so many places he wants to touch and explore, it's almost overwhelming.

"don't remember saying.. anything about.. stopping.."

Nor does she deny that was marking her territory. He was joking when he said it, but there was no denial, she only asked him if he wanted her to stop. To which the answer was always going to be no. Never, ever stop.

"Hey Eddie! Are you gonna help us load up or what?" Footsteps and a voice approach from the other side of the flimsy door.

"Naked! Very naked! Do not come in here!" He yells the first thing which came into his head which would stop anyone opening the door. And for a second he swore his heart stopped beating out of pure panic.

"shit.. shit!" He whispers, still panicking and trying to figure out what to do. "if you open that door I'll have to kill you!"

"dude, if I open this door I'll want to kill myself."

He scrambles to get from under Chrissy, grabbing her hand and tugging her towards the door with him, moving her to the opposite side to where it slid open.

"I'm gonna need a minute.." he cracks open the door wide enough to poke his head through and hand over the keys which had been in his pocket.

"you're disgusting"

"I'm your hero."

Eddie grins, his eyes wide and manic, laughing as he slides the door closed again, successfully hiding that he felt like he was having a mild cardiac event. Eddie slumped back against the wall the instant they were alone again.

Eddie, how long have you been feuding with Jason, and what started it?

"FOREVER! And it's way more than just a simple feud. It's an epic battle of good vs evil which has lasted a thousand lifetimes and will only end when one vanquishes the other in the final battle for the souls of the mortals."

#answered :: eddie

When your dumb ADHD brain has a full shut down for five minutes over the texture of bubble tea, and you were midway through writing a reply.

*slow clap*

#mun talk :: ooc

m1dn1ghtmuses.

He would like that, Chrissy becoming a regular feature of Tuesday nights at the Hideout. “You could bring along the rest of my fanclub.” Eddie grins and laughs, but also braces for some kind of reaction, maybe another shoulder slap like before. He kissed her as a sort of apology for the teasing, that was perhaps a little mean, even if she said she didn’t mind. Was it wrong of him to be curious if she would get even a little jealous?

Eddie had lost all track of the amount of time which had passed while it had been just the two of them. Time did weird things when he was with Chrissy, it seemed to last forever and also be over far too quickly simultaneously.

“so this is what it feels like to be objectified? Huh..” Eddie moves onto his side to get more comfortable, or as comfortable as he could possibly be whilst sharing a lumpy old couch with Chrissy. But from this new position it was much easier to reach her jaw, her neck, and some of her shoulder, which all now enjoyed an equal share of his attention.

“they don’t.. they don’t mean anything.” Another laugh and a shrug of his shoulders. He didn’t subscribe to the thought that tattoos had to be meaningful. “Obviously they mean I’m an awesome badass, that’s pretty damn obvious. But I’m not into the whole deep and meaningful shit.”

Without thinking, she scoffs, her eyes rolling. “I guess I could,” she says, however, and in her mind punishes herself in both embarrassment and frustration that she’d let the mask fall like that in front of him. Because, really, what is she doing? She has a boyfriend, he’s a single, attractive, talented boy. She can’t hold him back just because she likes the way his lips taste in hers.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to– I mean, it’s just– you were there and…” Chrissy blushes furiously, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes to focus in the way he kisses her jaw instead, down her neck and past the bright pink lapels of her blazer.

Happily humming, she opens her eyes halfway only to see him laughing. They don’t mean anything? Wasn’t that the whole point of tattoos? “Oh okay,” she frowns, tilting her head to look at them, fingers brushing over them, “so you just… picked whatever looked nice?” That sounds so simple, so easy. She could never do that. Shaking her head, she pulls him back down on top of her to kiss him again, one eye closed while the other one scans the room for a clock. Ten minutes.

Maybe she could leave him another hickey, make sure to mark her territory so her friends wouldn’t want to throw themselves at him. “You can touch more than my face and waist, by the way, I’ll stop you if I don’t like it,” Chrissy mumbles against his lips, biting and tugging before she kisses down onto a new spot in his neck, “five minutes.”

Bingo.

There it was. A little prickle of jealousy. Eddie had no intention of dating, or even fooling around with, Chrissy's friends. He was supposed to have flirted with one of them but had no recollection of it at all.

She stumbles and falters through half a dozen unfinished sentences while he kisses down her neck. He presses a finger to her lips, hushing the fumbled explanations because he really didn't need one. They were just having fun.. it was nothing serious..

Except for the minor issue of a crush being harboured since middle school. No big deal.

"mmhm, that's exactly how it wor..." Before he could finish she pulled him in for another kiss. Plenty of people have tried to shut Eddie up, but Chrissy's method was by far his favourite.

"uhh, yeah.. about that.. totally would but they're kinda occupied with holding me up." He's propped up on both forearms, keeping him just within reach of Chrissy, so she could do whatever was on her mind. Which right now was kissing and marking his neck in a different place.

"If I didn't.. know better, I.. would think you're.. marking your.. territory.." he hums, a smirk on his face. maybe the smirk was because he's really into what she's doing, (spoiler alert, he was). Or maybe it's because she's more territorial than she would admit.

m1dn1ghtmuses.

That figures, Jason treating her like an object rather than a person. A trophy or a status symbol, or worse, a possession. Property of Jason Carver.

A douche bag disguised as the perfect all American boy. What the hell did she see in him, besides the looks, popularity, charisma, and money? And where the hell does that tan come from? This is Hawkins not LA.

But Jason wasn’t here, and Eddie was. She was the one he was sneaking around to be with. He was the one whose neck was burning from the fresh hickey she had just given him. Whose shirt she was tugging at.

“Way better than the usual Tuesday night here” her mutters between hungry kisses. Whatever was happening here couldn’t go much further, not in a dank back room of an equally dank club. But she was being quite insistent that his shirt needed to go, tugging both the shirt and t-shirt over his head, messing his already messy hair further.

Eddie wasn’t built like Jason, he was tall and skinny, he’d never seen the inside of a gym outside enforced classes at school, and his skin tone seemed to repel sunlight. He was also sporadically tattooed, arms, back, chest and shoulders all having received some kind of work. The fake ID apparently worth its weight in gold to Eddie as it meant he got his first tattoo long before it was legal.

“it’s the sick tatts, right?” He teases, kissing her again the moment she’d tugged his shirt over his head. “you wanted to know how many more I had.”

Her whole life, Chrissy Cunningham has been conditioned to being seen and not heard, to being prefect in every possible way and impossible ones too. She’d learned to take criticisms and judgment as a norm, to being asked to follow rules and do as she’s told instead of fighting back.

When Jason asked her out for the first time, two years ago, showed up at her locker with a big bouquet of red roses and two tickets for a movie, she was thrilled. When he invited her over for dinner to meet his parents months later, she fought the urge to play with her food instead of eating it and waited politely until she was home to get rid of it. And when he started bossing her around, stopped listening to her stories, laughing at her jokes, when he rolled his eyes at her dreams, she accepted it. She can work with that.

“Maybe I’ll make it a habit,” she jokes, biting at his bottom lip and gasping when he pulls away to comply to her wishes that she hadn’t even voiced. Jason would’ve never done that, Chrissy thinks as she props her weight on her elbows, lips parted trying to get air back.

She’d never expected him to be like her boyfriend, Hellfire Club, a metal band, and a weed side-gig don’t really require a level of constant training like basketball does, but she doesn’t care. Her whole life her body has been judged, stared like a piece of meat or glared at with disgust. She knows better than to comment on the softness, on the paleness, because it doesn’t matter, really. “The beer, actually,” Chrissy chuckles, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, “your shirt was wet and sticking when you were playing and…” she inhales sharply, kissing him back and trailing one of her hands down his chest, “what do they mean?”

He would like that, Chrissy becoming a regular feature of Tuesday nights at the Hideout. "You could bring along the rest of my fanclub." Eddie grins and laughs, but also braces for some kind of reaction, maybe another shoulder slap like before. He kissed her as a sort of apology for the teasing, that was perhaps a little mean, even if she said she didn't mind. Was it wrong of him to be curious if she would get even a little jealous?

"so this is what it feels like to be objectified? Huh.." Eddie moves onto his side to get more comfortable, or as comfortable as he could possibly be whilst sharing a lumpy old couch with Chrissy. But from this new position it was much easier to reach her jaw, her neck, and some of her shoulder, which all now enjoyed an equal share of his attention.

"they don't.. they don't mean anything." Another laugh and a shrug of his shoulders. He didn't subscribe to the thought that tattoos had to be meaningful. "Obviously they mean I'm an awesome badass, that's pretty damn obvious. But I'm not into the whole deep and meaningful shit."

flovprompts

secret relationship prompts: getting caught & confronted

requested by: @screnwriter ; [ cw: one mention of drugs ]

“ oh my! ”

“ where were you last night ? ”

“ i saw you with that lady yesterday. ”

“ i'm fed up with your lies. ”

“ tell me the truth, now. ”

“ you are full of lies. ”

“ stop making excuses. ”

“ i saw you. i saw you two together! ”

“ what is your relationship with her? ”

“ tell me . ”

“ you're the worst at keeping secrets. how long did you think you could fool around and make ridiculous excuses without me noticing it? ”

“ you're dating them? them?! ”

“ i can't believe you're serious. ”

“ i can't believe it. ”

“ i'm disgusted by you. ”

“ are you in your right mind? ”

“ are you mad ? ”

“ tell me why you would date someone like them! ”

“ i thought... i thought you were better than that. ”

“ i can't even begin to understand why you would get into a relationship with her. ”

“ you couldn't have gone for someone better than that? ”

“ why'd you have to go for her?”

“ you've got bad taste. ”

“ you're a real mess. ”

“ how long? ” [a confused pause] “ how long have you two been in a relationship ? ”

“ and how much longer will you keep this a secret? ”

“ i’m telling mother about this. ” “ no, please don't ! ”

“ what will you do if your family finds about this, huh? ”

“ how long do you think it's going to take before your family finds out ? ”

“ i don't want them to find out, okay?! ”

FROM FAMILY:

“ tell me it's not true! spare me from depression! ”

“ i wish i'd known when you were born that you were going to betray me like this. ”

“ i never expected this from you. ”

“ have you hit your head? ”

“ are you in your senses? ”

“ are you doing drugs? ”

“ what have i done to deserve this? ”

“ i raised you like my own child and this is how you pay me back? ”

“ why would you betray us like this? ”

“ you've disgraced me. ”

“ our reputation will be ruined. ”

“ we're going to be the next talk of town. ”

“ you will make a fool out of us. ”

“ you have made a fool out of us. ”

“ have you no respect for us? ”

“ we expressly forbade you . ”

“ i'm so disgusted i can't even — ”

“ you will cut all ties with her . ”

“ no more. you will stop this now, you will stop meeting with her. ”

leneemusing

‘TOL AND SMOL’ PROMPTS

feel free to combine these with dialogue whether it’s something you make up or from other memes your partner has reblogged.

[ BEND ] for the shorter muse to tug the taller muse down so they can kiss their forehead.

[ LEAN ] for the taller muse to lean down to kiss the shorter muse’s forehead.

[ LIFT ] for taller muse to lift up the smaller one and sit them on a surface where they can be eye level.

[ CLIMB ] for the shorter muse to find somewhere to perch so they can be eye level with taller muse.

[ INTERRUPT ] for shorter muse to stop during the middle of a conversation and stand on a chair/sit on a table so they can be eye level with the taller one.

[ GIVE ] for the taller muse to place their jacket around the shorter muse’s shoulders, the garment essentially ‘swallowing them whole.’

[ TAKE ] for the taller muse to find the shorter one has ‘borrowed’ a shirt/sweater/jacket etc. which is oversized on them.

[ GO ] for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one and carry them away from a potential/just started fight.

[ RIDE ] for the taller muse to give the shorter one a piggyback ride so they don’t have to keep up.

[ SEE ] for shorter muse to insist on getting to ride on the taller one’s shoulders.

[ FIND ] for the taller muse to lift the shorter one by the waist so they can reach something.

[ EMBRACE ] for the taller muse to lift the shorter muse off the ground when they hug.

[ CATCH ] for the shorter muse to run and jump into the taller muse’s arms.

[ CARESS ] for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to kiss them.

[ GIVE ] for the shorter muse to stand or climb to sit on a higher surface to demand a kiss from the taller one.

[ PULL ] for the shorter muse to tug the taller one down by the collar to kiss them.

[ URGE ] for the taller muse to tilt the shorter one’s chin up so they can look at their face.

[ LOWER ] for the taller muse to kneel in front of the shorter one so they’re less intimidating.

[ HELP ] for the taller muse to use the advantage of their stature to shield the shorter one from something.

[ AID ] for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to lift them over something ( stairs, while hiking, a large puddle etc. ).

[ INSIST ] for the shorter muse to guide the taller one to sit so they don’t have to keep looking up.

[ COMFORT ] for the taller muse to tuck their chin atop the shorter one’s head while they hug.

[ MELT ] for the taller muse to lean down so they can bury their face into the shorter one’s shoulder.

[ GENTLE ] for the smaller muse to hug the taller one while they are seated so the taller one can hide their face against them.

[ BLOCK ] for the taller muse to stand in front of the shorter one to prevent them from having to see something.

[ CUDDLE ] for the taller muse to the big spoon.

[ HELD ] for the shorter muse to be the big spoon.

[ TENDER ] for the taller muse to kiss the shorter one’s head while they embrace.

[ GENTLE ] for the shorter muse to kiss the taller one’s chest while they hug.

[ REST ] for the shorter muse to lean forward and press their forehead against the tall one’s chest/shoulder while they stand in front of each other.

[ TOUCH ] for the taller muse to lean down and press their forehead to the shorter one’s.

[ PRESS ] for the shorter muse to take hold of the taller one’s face to pull them down so they can press their foreheads together.

[ GAZE ] taller muse is sitting and the shorter one who is standing in front of them takes their face into their hands while they talk.

#muse :: eddie #headcanons :: eddie

Eddie will occasionally refer to Jason by his nickname of Crap-tain America, because he thinks he's funny.

m1dn1ghtmuses.

Ohhh, so she was serious about him asking before picking her up. She wasn’t mad with him for doing it, but there was something about her insistence which said to him that she probably didn’t like it. “Okay,” he nods, kissing her forehead, her nose, then her lips. “I promise I’ll ask if I do that again. But I’m guessing it would be better if I didn’t do it at all.”

He’s still trying to remember this supposed moment of flirting with her friend. He wasn’t in the habit of flirting with the upper echelons of Hawkins High student society. But then he also wasn’t in the habit of helping girls cheat on their boyfriends.

“hmmm.. I think I should stick to dating outside of your social circle. There’s less potential for.. complications.” But she was right, she couldn’t get mad if he did. He was her side guy. He could do what he wanted.

Couch, ten minutes.. if this was all they had then they should make the most of it. Though her words took a moment to register, she was focusing on his neck and giving him a hickey, and now Eddie found it near impossible to think.

Eventually he moves, if a little unsteadily, over to the couch. Awkwardly, and without letting go of Chrissy, they both make it down to the couch, even more awkwardly setting her down under him.

All huffing and puffing and strong emotions, whether positive or negative, dissipate away the moment he draws a trail of kisses down her face, whispers and pouts turning into a smile. “You… you can do it, it’s just–” Chrissy sighs, looking down slightly embarrassed for a moment, “Jason does it all the time, and he never asks, he just moves me around like a potato sack, and the jocks do it sometimes too, I don’t– I don’t know, it makes me feel like I’m not a person. Like I’m a doll or something.” How silly. Looking back up, she presses a quick kiss to his lips and smiles. Eddie isn’t like that, though, all he wanted was probably to prevent the inevitable neck pain from having to hunch down for her.

“Okay,” she chuckles, the word complications feeling so funny on his mouth. There’s already enough complications, and she’s caused pretty much all of them, but could anyone blame her?

Yeah, alright, Chrissy knew the pseudo-feud between Jason and Eddie ran back to the beginning of high school, maybe even further, and she wasn’t really sure why they hated each other so much, really. So, sure, maybe asking drugs from him was her first bad idea. Joining Hellfire Club was the second.

And now here they are. Stumbling across a janky back room in a small Hawkins bar slash club and falling onto a couch that, even now, she can tell smells like nicotine and ashtrays. Still, she presses one soft kiss over the hickey she’d given him and giggles as they fall, hands moving to both sides of his face to kiss his mouth again, legs still locked behind his back. “This is fun,” Chrissy smiles, fingers scraping through his hair and reaching for his shirt. And, God, she definitely doesn’t want to go further than this, but she wants to see what’s under that shirt so bad.

That figures, Jason treating her like an object rather than a person. A trophy or a status symbol, or worse, a possession. Property of Jason Carver.

But Jason wasn't here, and Eddie was. She was the one he was sneaking around to be with. He was the one whose neck was burning from the fresh hickey she had just given him. Whose shirt she was tugging at.

"Way better than the usual Tuesday night here" her mutters between hungry kisses. Whatever was happening here couldn't go much further, not in a dank back room of an equally dank club. But she was being quite insistent that his shirt needed to go, tugging both the shirt and t-shirt over his head, messing his already messy hair further.

Eddie wasn't built like Jason, he was tall and skinny, he'd never seen the inside of a gym outside enforced classes at school, and his skin tone seemed to repel sunlight. He was also sporadically tattooed, arms, back, chest and shoulders all having received some kind of work. The fake ID apparently worth its weight in gold to Eddie as it meant he got his first tattoo long before it was legal.

"it's the sick tatts, right?" He teases, kissing her again the moment she'd tugged his shirt over his head. "you wanted to know how many more I had."

justanotherrpmeme

Recovering from Trauma

“I don’t feel like I survived.” “I can’t talk about it.” “I need to talk about it.” “You need to talk about this.” “You’ve experienced an unimaginable pain.” “Everyone deals with pain in their own way.” “There is no timestamp on trauma.” “There is no magic trick to get from the horror to be healed.” “Be patient with yourself.” “I need you to be patient with me.” “Real healing is hard; it doesn’t always look pretty.” “I’ll never be whole again.” “You’re here today and you’re a survivor.” “Recovery is a process; it takes time and patience.” “You need to heal from what hurt you.” “So what if it’s all in your head?” “Avoiding your triggers isn’t healing.” “As broken as you may feel, you are still so strong.” “There’s something to be said for how you hold yourself together.” “Healing doesn’t mean the pain never existed.” “Healing means that the damage no longer controls our lives.” “Trauma is a fact of life but it doesn’t have to be a life sentence.” “I can’t get the thought of out my mind; I’m having nightmares about it.” “I can’t eat; I can’t sleep.” “I’m so anxious and afraid all the time.” “You seem really on edge today.” “I don’t even remember it properly but I can’t stop thinking about it.” “You deserve peace.” “You are worthy.” “You’re allowed to talk about it, you’re allowed to struggle with it.” “You are not alone.” “What happened was not your fault and it does not define you.” “You are safe.” “Be kind with yourself; you deserve to heal and feel better.” “You’re allowed to ask for help but it’s okay to not know what you need.” “You deserve to be loved and treated well.”

kuzcosources

Sharing Things!

“Is that my shirt?”

“Keep it. It looks good on you.”

“Sorry, I accidentally spilled coffee on your tee.”

“Here, you can borrow my sweatshirt.”

“Do you want to look through my closet to find something you can wear?”

“It’s a bit large, but it’s very comfortable.”

“Your shampoo smells nice.”

“You broke my hairbrush!”

“I’ll get you a towel.”

“That’s my favorite mug, but you can use it if you want.”

“Can I use some of your makeup?”

“How do you turn on your shower? It’s impossible to use!”

“You can use my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“I couldn’t impose on you!”

“It’s not imposing at all!”

“So I used your toaster…”

“I accidentally clogged your toilet. Sorry.”

“Where did this hole in my sweater come from?”

“Could you possibly clean up your hair from the drain after you use the shower?”

“It’s not my fault I shed!”

“Here, let me help you find something to wear.”

“Stay on your side of the bed.”

“Thanks for letting me use your pool.”

“You’ve got an interesting sense of fashion.”

“You make it work, though.”

youvegotrpmemes

50 random starters

-feel free to adjust to better fit your muse’s speech!

“Yeah, about that…”

“I, um… might have… had something to, uh… do with that…”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Oh, no. I know that look. I know what that look means. Absolutely not.”

“Can you stop being weird about it for five seconds?”

“Why is the plural of moose still moose? Why not meese?”

“I almost caught myself on fire…”

“Bite me.”

“Hey! Guess what!”

“There’s nothing to worry about, but I’d stay out of the kitchen for a while.”

“Big deal - I bet I could do that with [my hands/one hand tied behind my back/blindfolded/in x amount of time/backwards].”

“I might’ve befriended a mafia boss…”

“You know what I want right now? [Sender’s favorite food].”

“Touch that and I will hit you with a spoon.”

“Do I actually want to know or will I be better off not knowing? Because I feel like I’ll be better off not knowing.”

“Do you think snails have feelings?”

“Why is Christmas such a big deal? Is it because of capitalism?”

“Have you ever had a wish come true by throwing a coin into a fountain?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Check please!”

“Hey. What’s going on with you and [name]?”

“You know… I think I should… go.”

“Nope, sorry, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“Wait. Did I say left? Heh, I meant to say right.”

“Yeah, of course I speak another language! …It just might not come in handy unless we go to a Star Trek convention…”

“Look, I know I said I could handle a lot of things, but that is not one of them.”

“Well, we have six minutes until we need to leave! …Never mind, make that four minutes. Actually, we should just leave now.”

“…Want some smoothie?”

“I’ve never felt this way before…”

“I bet I could fight a swarm of bees.”

“Have you ever gotten a stuffed animal from a claw machine?”

“Uh… surprise?”

“Sure, I can do a magic trick. I’ll make that whole tub of ice-cream disappear in ten minutes.”

“Why is it the cake that’s a lie? Why isn’t it the pie?”

“What would you do if you had a million dollars right now?”

“No, no. When I said kids, I meant kids as in goat babies. Not human babies.”

“The only thing straight about me are my grades from [middle school].”

“Yeah, I’ve been to [place]. Once. It was… the worst.”

“Don’t be ridiculous - of course you need me. Who else is going to annoy you?”

“I miss you.”

“Look, I know you probably don’t want to see me right now, but… I had nowhere else to go.”

“What are you going off about?”

“Of course you’re my hero! How could you not be?”

“Would you rather have a pet shark or a pet whale?”

“Oh, yeah? Try me.”

“Oh, wow… You… you look absolutely stunning…”

“Hypothetically speaking… what if I got a [puppy/kitten]?”

“Come on, talk to me. What’s going on? Was it something I did?”

“I’ll pay you ten bucks to fight me.”

“Congratulations! You played both of us.”

rpresourcehelp

Make assumptions about my muse in my askbox and my muse will respond to them.