[patchworkfables]

Highly Selective Indie Multimuse | Written by Calico (he/him, 30+)

NOTE: As of opening this blog, I have transferred across from Araedi/Compassofsouls - just in case you're wondering who this is!

Hi and welcome to the blog! Below's a link to my Carrd - please check it out! I update it whenever there’s a need but feel free to get in touch if you have any questions.

- C A R R D - I’ll also post a stripped-down version of rules under the cut in case you can't access the page, but Carrd is my most up-to-date and thorough rules page.

 General:

~ Selective blog.

~ Mun and muses are 21+

~ Canon / OC / crossover friendly. Love about pages for OC’s!

~ NSFW / triggering content is possible. Everything will be tagged or under read-mores. For nsfw, I use Suggestive Content CW (for suggestive things) and After Dark CW for full-on stuff. 

~ Only writing with muns over 18, preferably over 21.

~ All the usual rp courtesy applies!

    RP:

~ I write whichever tense matches a partners style (past is my own default; present for some asks) and try to match post lengths. I don’t format posts but have no problem if you do!

~ I don’t write greeters but will make you a starter on request! I’m very receptive to starting things with a partner who approaches me with some idea of a plot.

~ Non-exclusive atm but I have some mains. Duplicates are more than welcome and loved.

Shipping and relationships:

~ Multiship blog! Chemistry is the most important element for me in terms of muse interactions but just ask.

~ Don’t try to force a ship on myself or my muse. 

~  If you’ve ideas for hateships, friendships, ex-lovers, one night stands…basically anything, throw some ideas my way and I’m always up for discussing it.

~ Pre-established relationships and/or knowledge of one another go on a case-by-case basis, just come discuss it with me first.

[byjove]

he’s got that previously neglected shelter dog rizz. he looks like he wants to quietly sit next to you on the couch while you watch TV

[byjove]

he looks like he lets out a pathetic sad little sigh sometimes for no reason

[mantcdea]

Mindlessly, Mantis' hands wrung in front of her waist, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. The empath did not enjoy wreaking havoc, but at the end of the day she was a Guardian of the Galaxy, wasn't she? They were rebels at their core. Renegades.

Lips pulled into a smile, and Mantis nodded – her usual enthusiasm soon taking over as her hands fell to her sides.

"Okay. Okay! I mean, Knowhere is ours now. If I destroy something, no one can tell me anything. I would prefer to find a secluded place, though," she suggested. "I have no desire to accidentally hurt someone. Kraglin was a menace before he learned how to fly the Yaka arrow."

[patchworkfables]

“That’s the spirit!” Always buoyed on the excitement of a little victory, the raccoon picked up the pace as he rubbed his paws together eagerly. Truth be told as exciting as it would be to teach Mantis the fundamentals of something he was so passionate about, the freedom to indulge in it again was a thrill in itself. Just cutting loose with those he cared about…well, after the Snap he had only dreamed of clawing such days back again. Sometimes he wondered how Nebula had found it, re-adjusting to their presence again after those shared years of silence.

“Yeah don’t remind me,” he snorted in amusement at her final comment. “Swear I still got fur missin’ on my ass from when that thing was zippin’ about. You’re no Kraglin though: got a brain between your ears. You’ll pick this up no problem. We’ll start with getting the programming down and then see what you make of settin’ them off. C’mon.”

Trotting ahead of her, it took only a few minutes for Rocket to find one of his stashes, made so as to avoid commentary on his stockpiling. Digging through his collection, he began tossing various elements into what resembled an old duffel bag. There was in fact a high chance it was one of Peter’s.

In picking up one of the mines he paused, staring back at his own face reflected in the flat surface. “Hey, Mantis?” A beat. “Thanks again. I, uh…this helps. And I appreciate that.” His nise twitched. "I ain't ever been much good at emotions and I know that's really your whole deal, so...I dunno what I'm tryin' to say. I can't give you what you give me, so's maybe this is...somethin' I can," he tapped the inert ion mine with a claw, "you know?"

[southern-belle-outcasts]

"Ah think Emma has one. It's probably in alphabetical order," Rogue cracked with a wry face. "But yeah, no, really who has the time? Certainly not me." Honestly if the team actually did real therapy...that would take more time than any of them had or would care to put in.

Rogue's eyebrows raised at the question and she shrugged, looking from Kurt to the window. "Ah see you were real careful with the good endin' qualifier," she mused. It was playful, but she knew it was there because really how was this all going to end? Would it ever end? Would it simply be an endless cycle of same shit, different day? Or was this going to end in some catastrophic event few if any walked away from?

If she said she hadn't thought about it, she would be lying. She thought about it probably more than she had any business doing, but saying it outloud was something different. That felt almost like the commitment that she was basically allergic to. Unless you counted here, where she had received a second chance.

"Ah dunno...maybe do motorcycle repair. Ah picked up a thing or two after Ah smashed the shit out of Logan's bike years ago. And if you're workin' with your hands you don't have t'deal with people, not too much anyways." She sighed, twirling a curl of white around her finger. "Maybe kids. But that sounds...crazy, even if we don't have t'be X-Men anymore there's so many other problems with bein' a mutant, right?"

Rather than elaborate, Rogue poked Kurt. "Your turn." Then hid in her coffee without apology.

[patchworkfables]

There was something treasured in nights such as these. So long did they spend their lives on-call, always focused on their duty towards others that the simple joys in life – of peace, of vulnerability, of connection – were rarely afforded them. With no end in sight and the ever-creeping existential fear that this was the routine for the rest of time it was difficult sometimes to see outside of it. Here and now, in the quiet of the night with most of the mansion asleep, they could share in these little moments of possibility. To Kurt the possibility was always worth fighting for.

Kurt’s tail flicked lazily in the manner of a contented cat as he listened, a cheeky glimmer in golden eyes though there was a sincerity in it. It was nice to hear her speak of her interests, and he could well see her suited for such a life as she described. For now he decided not to pursue her comments on children, though unspoken empathy settled in his chest. “Mmh, I suppose customer service was never a destiny for you,” he joked. “Motorcycles, though? That sounds perfect. I could see you having one of those shops that stays open late and scares all the uptight locals.”

Looking back to the stars, he tilted his head and shrugged as his tail poked her back in turb. “Myself? I suppose the circus would call me back in some form or other. Priesthood…” He pursed his lips, caught between despair and hilarity. “That didn’t go so well, so perhaps not. Performance, though…I don’t think I could resist, as long as there would be a place for me. It does seem to have fallen out of fashion of late.”

[divinityrisen]

While Ki’ir was not surprised the man had blundered into the trap, there was a sliver of judgement expressed by a gentle lift of her brow that he knew the god he intended to rob. Her lips remained curved upwards, but the smile was empty of compassion. What radiated from her was superiority that only a drow could so effortlessly possess.

         The sword fell to her side, the damaged blade still glinting with the bubble’s magic. Ki’ir chose not to reveal how she knew of the temple.

         “The temple was lost, not forgotten,” Ki’ir corrected, walking around the trap with care. Was the energy tied to the spell coming from the four statues? They did not radiate or pulse with any sort of current, nor did they glow. If they weren’t the source, then they were simply for show. The magic was coming from elsewhere.

         She eyed the vault door. In the center of it was a war hammer, and on either side of it scales. They were imbalanced. Farther from the door were two platforms, roughly large enough for someone to stand on.

         “In the other chamber, there were the remains of the undead, burnt by fire.” Ki’ir turned to face him again. “Was that you?”

         If it was, there was a chance he had the item she sought. She peered around the room and spotted a leather bag. Without hesitation she marched for it and began to rummage through its contents. Some scrolls, a book or journal of some kind, Ki’ir paid little mind to it. Morsels of food, nothing truly of note.

         Truly, the stranger’s belongings were dull. He didn’t have the item she sought, and what he did possess was of little consequence. She dropped the bag back onto the stone floor.

         “I’d thought a man’s bag to be full of daggers, magical trinkets, potions, and whatever else your kind need to feel superior,” Ki’ir eyed him as she spoke. “You lack anything of the sort.”        

She didn’t sound disapproving, if anything, there was a hint of respect. A man who didn’t make a spectacle of himself. Beyond the painfully obvious, that was.

[patchworkfables]

Though Gale liked to consider himself ever the optimist, there was something in the stranger’s countenance which communicated how strained that was likely to become. He sensed little compunction for her to come to his aid save a practical means, and from what little he had gleaned of drow culture he rather suspected himself at a significant disadvantage. Rather difficult to prove ones’ worth from inside an easily-avoided trap. What a fool he must have looked.

For the moment he held his tongue on potential involvement in the other chamber, though her interest in his pack proved a swift enough distraction. “Oh, I don’t think-” No? Of course, too much to expect politeness amongst adventurers. Grimacing he watched instead as the stranger sorted through the meagre contents of his pack. Save one journal there was little of personal value to the wizard and he was grateful in that moment that he had elected to travel so light and keep anything of value within his robes. Enough encounters with bandits had seen to the importance of such matters.

One hardly thinks to bring much with them when their destination is a one-way trip. The retort sat on the tip of his tongue but today seemed a day for the miraculous: yet again he held his silence. For now the explanation seemed pointless and if anything the air of simplicity was earning him some small amount of approval. He was admittedly keen to seize on anything which would foster enough good will to gain this woman’s aid for without it death here seemed a near certainty.

“I do indeed,” he replied slowly. “I’ve little need for excess these days.” Navigating the perimeter of the bubble, he moved to stand a little closer to the drow. “Still, that doesn’t mean I’d be incapable of finding some means with which to thank you should you help me. Much as I hate to ask, I suppose I must: what would your terms be for helping me out of this little…predicament I seem to have gotten myself into?”

Considering their location he had a fair idea, but the optimism still sat in his chest. Perhaps she wouldn’t be after the same artefact necessary to stave off the arcane hunger gnawing at his insides. To betray her kindness would sit ill with his morals, but more so would the deaths of everyone around him were he not able to sate the orb.

[trickstersintime]

There was the briefest flash of bared fangs at his companion and (for now) protector as Astarion was thwarted from his intended kill. Having a Witcher on side was useful for a lot of reasons, but waiting for the next feast on unfortunate bandits sometimes tried the vampire's patience.

He was quick to close his mouth and shift his expression to one of frustration.

"He's been delivering people to the monster and picking their pockets once it's picked their bones. Naturally, I don't take issue with the stealing, but when people find out he's been selling out his own community, he'll be worse than dead and wouldn't that be a waste?"

[patchworkfables]

Geralt’s mouth remained a thin line as he listened, jaw set and expression inscrutable. It was, as ever, no simple thing to hold such a decision in his hands. Astarion made his point and were he thinking in a practical sense about his newest companion it made sense. He was preying on those who at least seemed to deserve it and continuing a cycle of life as intended – if not this man, then whom? However, he was a Witcher. Whatever that meant now was left to those few who remained to define.

“I’m not saying he deserves to live,” the Witcher replied, releasing his hold on Astarion to fold his arms, “but don’t you think those people who lost friends or loved ones deserve to decide what to do with him?” Golden eyes snapped to the man in question: theft might have meant little to the vampire, but to Geralt it was another matter. “What happened to everything you stole? Spent it, or is some of it still kept somewhere?”

@trickstersintime

[trickstersintime]

Astarion could have told Gale that climbing up a tree, or even a completely vertical wall for that matter, was as easy as walking for a vampire spawn. But where would be the fun in that? The Shadow-Cursed Lands were every bit as horrible to be travelling through as they sounded, the sun on his face he had been so briefly enjoying now hidden behind endless magical night. He would take as much joy from his companions as he could. Even if that meant taking advantage of them.

"Well, if someone wasn't being stingy on the Enhanced Leap spells, we wouldn't have this problem, would we?"

He didn't elaborate on which one of them should be providing this enchantment and left it up to Gale's imagination. At long last, with one last push from one of his boots, Astarion hopped up into the branches and got himself secure. From there, he extended his hand down.

"Now, would you like to join me for a better sniping angle, or would you rather take your chances on that broken roof?"

@compassofsouls

[patchworkfables]

At once Gale had opened his mouth to make a vociferous lecture regarding the importance of preserving energy for spells and the strategic foolishness of being too liberal in such dangerous lands. Fortunately for Astarion the pressure of his final jump jolted the wizard’s shoulder enough to, mercifully, silence him before he could begin. Grunting in discomfort Gale rolled his shoulders and savoured the feeling for a moment.

It was short-lived. He stared up at the offered hand for a moment, no small amount of uncertainty reflecting in dark eyes. He’d known this was coming, it was the entire point, but though he’d come to trust Astarion (insofar as Astarion could ever be) it was still going to nag at his pride. Prior to this misadventure he had lived for over a year in his tower where the greatest exertion had been stairs. Keeping pace on their travels through the countryside had been one matter, but scaling trees and buildings, leaping from ledge to ledge…it lacked dignity.

He grimaced at the spawn’s ultimatum, glancing to the rooftop in question. There was nothing else for it. With a sigh he grasped Astarion’s hand and with no small amount of effort began pulling himself up. "Just- hold tight."

@trickstersintime

[skurge]

Skurge froze, his hand poised over his head. Had he heard that right? His eyes searched the seal for some kind of trick—this wasn't the first time Loki would pull this kind of shit—but could find none. Maybe he'd accidentally swallowed too much salt water, or the smoke from the fire was giving him carbon dioxide poisoning.

"The seal speaks..." Said more as a statement than a question. As if he hadn't seen stranger things.

"Well, that certainly takes the guesswork out of things, doesn't it?" He inched closer, his hands roaming the creature's side until she flinched.

"Is it a deep ache or a stabbing kind of pain?"

[patchworkfables]

In the instant of the answer leaving her lips Jade had regretted it. Heart thudding in her chest the seal had expected the worst: panic or anger or some other heightened response to what was perceived as a talking beast.

It baffled her when it never came.

The large dark eyes of the seal stared back for a long moment, almost comically wide on the already broad face. For a human (for that was what she presumed him to be) he was taking this marvellously well. That was either a good sign or one that he had encountered selkie before.

Pain in her side momentarily forgotten, she made a quizzical barking sound.  “You don’t—you don’t seem to mind that I can talk?” Catching her breath sharply when his hand pressed to her flank again she gritted out another response swiftly. “-stabbing.”

[therapardalis]

She wasn't going to get any sense out of him right now. That had disappeared down the neck of whatever bottle(s) he'd been drinking from ... quite a while ago, at any sort of guess. Along with a good chunk of his filter between thinking and saying; so much so that Thera wondered if he even realised the line of guilt he was laying on now.

Most probably not. Kurt wasn't the sort of guy to deliberately throw that kind of trip. But he was disappointed - she'd disappointed him, and he wasn't in any state to recognise why or to keep it to himself.

And Thera was more than a bit irritated that it was starting to work.

"Alright. Alright!" Fingertips rubbed between her eyes, the other hand on her hip. No, no, no, she was not the bad guy for resenting having his drunken arse wake her in the middle of the night! But the longer this went on the more her temper cooled and her hackles began to ease down. "I don't mean that. It'll serve you right and I'm not nurse-maiding you, but ... ugh!"

A sigh, much closer to a groan, as she tightened her dressing gown around her and took him by one shoulder, meaning to steer him out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen. "Come on ... first step will be getting some water into you."

[patchworkfables]

In his oblivious state the mutant registered the shift as a softening and at once his pout turned to a toothy grin, exuding a sense of relief as much victoriousness.

It was indeed evident that his mind was only interested in managing the present, and with limited success at that. For the most part he was not a man given to such excess of alcohol save the odd party or similar night out where it might be expected. To come and seek Thera in particular spoke of an innate need for connection even if he was not possessed of the mind to make use of it in his current state. When sobriety would come to call in the following hours he would be able to better articulate the why for his drinking but for now she was stuck with the mess.

He was running on a combination of the alcohol’s effects and the giddiness her presence often brought out in him, though expressed far more appropriately. Though the mention of water was of little appeal, Kurt relented as Thera made her attempt to steer him to the kitchen. “Ffffine,” he replied, letting her guide him as he took his own weaving path out of the bedroom. Barely did he manage to curb his tongue on making a comment regarding her bedroom which he would later regret.

Prehansile tail curled around her upper arm as much for stability as anything else, golden eyes rolling back to meet hers. “Only if you drink with me, though. We can still make it fun at least, ja?”  

[patchworkfables]

Get to know the mun: ABCs edition

A. AGE: 30s.

B. BIRTHPLACE: UK.

C. CURRENT TIME: Not the same day I started this so any time between idk 10am and 3am the next morning.

D. DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Iced coffee like the stereotypical gay I am uvu

E. EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: Pirate.

F. FAVORITE CURRENT SONG(S): Abstract (Psychopomp) - Hozier, Wuthering Heights - Kate Bush, Mary On a Cross - Ghost, Alderidge Creek - Rose Betts, By-Tor and the Snow Dog - Rush.

G. GOALS: Get qualified, get a pet reptile, broaden my art skills, uuuuh...get a proper handle on crochet (tension my beloathed) and finally settle on a language to learn. Ask me again in 5 minutes and you'll get a different answer.

H. HORROR YES OR HORROR NO: Horror ambivilent. I don't seek it out but if it's good I'll watch/play (I find horror games a lot more fun than horror movies!)

I. IN LOVE: With the simple joys in life! That's as much as you're getting :B

J. JEALOUS OF PEOPLE: Not particularly, though I am human. I don't really care to dismiss any emotions, more how we choose to act on them.

K. KISSED SOMEONE RECENTLY: The top of one of my cats tiny empty heads.

L. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT OR SHOULD I WALK BY AGAIN: You're photogenically dressed, the conversation begins~

M. MIDDLE NAME: Phishing-Scam.

N. NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: One, though I have a few found-family siblings I'd happily adopt.

O. ONE WISH: More guiltless free time so I can write more! OK will sneak in another: to develop my art skills to a level I could get a tattoo apprenticeship.

P. PIZZA?: Take it or leave it. As a coeliac I'm particularly unbothered by subpar gluten free crusts bc they almost always suck and I'm not wasting money on that gamble 🥴 When it's good it's good though.

Q. QUESTIONS YOU'RE ALWAYS ASKED: Why are you so short? / Can you even reach... / Can I get a discount? / Are those tattoos? (yes come closer let me yap about them)

R: RAINY DAYS OR SUNNY DAYS?: Both, but soothing rainy ultimately wins out.

S. SONG YOU LAST SANG: He Mele No Lilo (with apologies to anyone in earshot)

T. TOP 3 FICTIONAL CHARACTERS (ASIDE FROM YOUR MUSE): How am I supposed to pick??? Knowing I'll forget other favourites, Proinsias Cassidy (specifically AMC Preacher), Stitch, and Kathryn Janeway.

U. UNEXPERIENCED OR EXPERIENCED WRITER: IDK, what's the definition of experience? I've been doing this a while so technically yes, but impostor syndrome squints at whether most of it is strictly decent.

V. VACATION: Like...where I might want to go? Would love to revisit Iceland! Absolutely stunning place. For new places would love to see Madagascar, Tasmania, New Zealand, Borneo and....NYC lol.

W. WHEN'S YOUR BIRTHDAY: In the spring!

X. X-RAYS: Are a pain in my ass.

Y. YOUR FAVORITE FOOD: Tacos, byriani, good cheese, cheesecake.

Z. ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus, if the above wasn't an indication.

Tagged by: @divinityrisen tyty! <3

Tagging: Anyone who hasn't been tagged yet! get on it!

[duruto]

Sibs :]

[southern-belle-outcasts]

@patchworkfables

[crownmemes]

Getting to Know You Sentences

(Sentences for muses to get to know each other better. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"What's your favourite book?"

"This is how you like to have fun?"

"Did you have a happy childhood?"

"How's your cooking?"

"How long have you been here?"

"What do you want more than anything?"

"Do you have a family?"

"Is there anything that doesn't bore you?"

"Is there anything you ever wanted to do but you didn't do because everybody would watch you and question you?"

"What social media are you on?"

"Do you think you're a good man?"

"Is your job always like this?"

"How old are you?"

"Do you live alone?"

"Why are you so afraid to succeed?"

"Which one is your favourite?"

"Have you ever wanted any children?"

"Why do you want to be boring?"

"Was you father big in your life?"

"What were you like as a child?"

"How come you don't care where you're going?"

"How do you like to spend your free time?"

"You have an interesting accent. Where are you from exactly?"

"Can you sing?"

"Do you always talk to yourself?"

"Is that your real name?"

"Do you want a tattoo?"

"May I ask when you lost your faith?"

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .

[ratatooties]

Golden retriever in a family of black cats 🥺

[recordmemes]

༘⋆｡ things overheard at the bar starters.

WARNINGS: alcohol

no,  i'm  not  hitting  on  you.  unless  it's  working.

you're  not  doing  karaoke  again.

why  are  there  fries  in  your  purse?

what's  the  strongest  drink  on  the  menu?

no,  i  don't  remember  your  name.

you  come  here  often?

what's  your  star  sign?

if  you  tell  anyone  what  i'm  about  to  say,  i'll  key  your  car.

it's  last  call.  get  a  drink  or  go  home.

they  just  tipped  with  monopoly  money.

i  think  i'm  in  love...

i'm  saving  this  story  for  your  future  wedding  toast.

i'm  your  wingperson  tonight,  give  me  the  target.

you're  not  from  around  here,  are  you?

i'm  your  best  friend,  not  your  conscience.

say  that  again  and  i  will  make  a  scene.

you're  my  bestie  now,  i  don't  care  that  we  met  30  seconds  ago.

i'd  buy  you  a  drink  but  i'd  rather  make  you  breakfast.

this  one's  on  my  tab.

is  that  a  fake  id?

i  swear  i  only  had  two  drinks...

this  is  a  judgement  free  zone.

they  said  they were working  late... 

let's  play  pool.  if  i  win,  you  owe  me  a  real  conversation.

if  i  tip  you  $20,  will  you  say  i  was  never  here?

that  was  supposed  to  impress  them...

it's  not  a  fake,  it's  retro!

don't  test  me,  i'm  not  drunk  enough  to  forgive  you.

can  you  lie  and  say  i'm  not  allowed  tequila  anymore?

give  me  your  phone.

if  you  want  a  mojito,  you  can  muddle  the  mint.

i  don't  think  that's  your  real  name.

make  me  something  dangerous  and  don't  ask  questions.

you're  cut  off.

you  cannot  cry  on  a  stranger's  shoulder!

can  you  get  me  something  non-alcoholic?  i'm  designated  driver.

no,  i  don't  want  to  join  the  conga  line.

if  i  ask  for  a  double,  will  you  pretend  i'm  not  spiraling?

you  always  ruin  nights  like  this!

okay  but  technically,  i'm  turning  [18/21]  this  year.

i'm  not  your  therapist.  that'll  be  $14.

no,  you  don't  need  to  text  them,  that's  why  i  took  your  phone.

tell  him  i'm  your  sister  or  something.

you  ever  seen  somebody  ruin  their  own  life  in  5  minutes?  watch  this.

you  can  throw  up  now  or  in  my  car.

if  i  were  a  drink,  i'd  be  the  one  you  remember  tomorrow.

we  said  no  shots,  why  are  there  shots?!

promise  you  won't  hate  me  tomorrow?

let's  go  somewhere  quieter.

we  always  do  this.  drink,  flirt,  run...

i  don't  want  tonight  to  end.

can  we  get  pizza  after  this?

do  you  want  to  dance?  i  won't  step  on  your  feet.

don't  climb  on  the  table!

i  am  not  your  lawyer.

why  are  you  laughing  and  texting?!

drink  this  water.

[rookiebe]

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[patchworkfables]

And that's my inbox cleared! (memes got icons today; sorry the heatwave ones didn't but I was literally unable to turn my PC on and grab some xD)

I don't have many yet but feel free to throw more memes if you want: all my muses are always available!