𝕳𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭 || 𝕴𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖙ꪗ

[phoenixduelist]

𝓡𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼 & 𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 | 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖔

𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐧 & 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 +𝟐𝟏

+𝟐𝟏 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 & 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐠 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐎𝐂 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 & 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝.

𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞; 𝐎𝐂, 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲

𝕸𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 𝖙𝖔:

@solarbladewinged - Sci fi verse

@warwicked - mercenary verse

@lightningdamned - after death

𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗

🗡 𝕴𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

🩸 𝓥𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖘

🗡 𝖂𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

🩸 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: the storm personified/beautifully violent force of nature, unquenchable vengeance & unbreakable resilience, the duelist captain, both the hunter and the hunted, sociopathy in its finest, viciously sharp intellect, holding onto values as they are slowly fading away, Hungarian history as always, honor or survival, disgraced nobility, batshit questionable naval maneuvers/strategies, a handful of people against the world, a journey of blood, smoke, steel & revenge

𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓙𝓪𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮

[mardatann]

[twinsfawn]

i died like 5 years ago my body just kept going

[yellowlikelemons]

The kind of sex I want requires like 3 layers of psychological manipulation

[monstroussuggestion]

I want to lick your pulse and make you wonder if I’ll bite.

[phoenixduelist]

@ashortdropandasuddenstop

[devils-queen]

✞ 666 ✞

[partywithponies]

The best ship dynamic is actually just. "I love you and it terrifies me. I'm terrified how much I need you and how much I want you to need me. I'm terrified I'm no good for you and I'm going to hurt you and ruin you and I'm terrified of how I feel when you're around me but I can't bear to push you away completely because I'm terrified to be without you so now we're stuck in limbo and that's terrifying too. I'm terrified that if I lost you now it'd destroy me and I'm terrified that it's too late to do anything about it. I love you. And it's terrifying."

[phoenixduelist]

@ashortdropandasuddenstop

[phoenixduelist]

I've been rewatching the Resident Evil movies -I KNOW THE LORE GOT FUCKED & DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.-, just finished the 3rd (where the lore is still good), and all the whining complaints about Alice being an OP mary sue are bullshit.

She is a fleshed out character. She doesn't even become badass at least 1 hour into the first movie. She's lost. Confused. Scared. Jumpy. Emotional. At the end of the second movie, she wouldn't have escaped the facility she was held in, if not for her friends risking their lives to smuggle her out. She would've DIED in the third, if not for an intervention. I think a lot of people still can't stand badass women. Hell, the shit I've seen about Maggie from the Walking Dead & Dead City; like lord forbid a woman holding a grudge against the guy who enthusiastically beat her husband to death in front of her while she was pregnant. Alice is mutated, of course a normal human/zombie isn't a challenge. Yet she's still put in plenty of situations where she struggles, and wins/escapes thanks to her wits, adaptation skills, luck or outside help. Her mutation isn't treated as special -besides by the scientist obsessed with her (Tumblr you're missing out a canon villain being an absolute freak about the hero; isn't this one of the favorite topics here?)-, but a burden without making her a crybaby, instead focuses on how disconnected she feels from humanity & how lonely she is. Yes, she's hot as hell. Yes, she's capable of things normal humans can't. Is she invincible? No. Without faults? No. Has a personality besides being a badass zombie slayer chick in sexy clothes? (Seriously, that 3rd desert fit is 🔥) Y.E.S.

And the only reason I'm not putting this into the Resident Evil tag is because I don't have time nor mood for the possible shitstorm. Oh and she has a cooler crossbow trick than Daryl Dixon (no it wasn't ripped off, TWD was 3 years after this stunt :) )

....aCTUALLY. What if I make a Resident Evil verse on my mercenary blog & say Project Alice was modeled after Rozy.

[laceybaskerville]

I don’t remember much from before

[phoenixduelist]

As cowardly as it was, she couldn't meet his gaze. Afraid of both changing her will and of what she would see in his after she cracked herself open, whispered secrets only her father first mate was privy to. James had this...maddening effect on her, a weakness waiting, begging to be exploited, yet she couldn't bring even her darkest part to rage against it. His first sentence made her head snap up, eyes wildly searching his for the faintest clue of mockery. She braced herself the best she could upon continuation-

Equal.

Despite everything: every difference regarding rank, law, politics, gender. Admiral James Norrington was no liar, further fueled by how intensely she tried to find the tiniest detail of betrayal; colder eyes, changed tone or timbre, wrong miniscule flash of facial expression. Rozália found none and left standing at the edge of unknown.

Confusion flickered through her face, how could he desire her after what she's put him through? She had came to right a mistake out of honor. She's heard of the famous love at first sight, but love at first swordfight? Yet here she was as well. Each gentle touch, caress and kiss both caused the need to jump out of her skin -too much, too intimate, too close to hurt in a way she was unable to defend herself- and to further melt into them until she becomes one with him, never apart anymore. No longer on a never ending warpath. Safe. Secure. Loved.

‘You are whole to me.’

And the living legend shattered like the cracked glass she was in his hold. Her chest heaved violently with a choked sob; he still continued pulling her apart with such sweetness and filling every crack with foreign warmth. She wasn't whole even to her crew, to her family. They never said anything of course, but they didn't need to. She saw it. Felt it. No matter how they tried to hide it: she knew. Although never blamed them, she was well aware what she was capable of unleashing.

A clear out. Consent. One that would never be abused nor taken back. She could say no and it would be respected. She could go back to the Vihar, to her family who shook their heads at her visitation which was a mission: a warning to not perish against Barbary pirates. He would let her.

“I-” small. Hoarse. How was she supposed to react to such words that bordered on worship?

“I can't...go through the whole act. I-I can't- I don't- I can't yet” pitiful. A voice from the depths of her mind leered at the broken, bare and terrified confession.

“I want to show you something. Allow me.” an idea, finally gaining the tiniest boldness

It took great effort both physically and emotionally to slowly slip out of his hold; even greater to not dive back into it. Always nimble fingers slowly but surely worked on her upper garments- one small pause, one last look dripping with vulnerability before she shed the last layer.

Then Rozália turned away, at last pulled herself to her full height and extended her arms to fully display the beauty etched into her chiseled back.

The inkwork was a wonder, detailed feathered wings covered her upper back and wrapped around her shoulders, biceps; a few roses hidden within the artwork. It stretched down to her waist, finishing in faint bone resemblance.

“Miklós drew it on. Viola tattooed each line.” of course it was her crew's work. Who else would've she let this intimately close to her body, let alone allow to modify it?

“If I can't be free...I can at least have the illusion.” words felt like lead on her tongue; no one had seen the glory of it before.

Head canted sideways, only daring the faintest glance.

“You are more than welcomed to touch, if you'd like” and Rozália thanked whichever demon leveled her voice enough to sound inviting instead of desperate.

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

James’ hands fell immediately to his sides, his chest tightening with the weight of her words and actions. He understood. Every tremor of fear in her posture, every hesitant glance, every pause in the movement of her fingers—he read it all. He would never take what she had not freely offered.

“Rozália…” His voice was low, steady, a promise as much as it was a statement. “You do not owe me… anything. Not your body, not your trust, not your courage.”

He shifted back slightly, giving her the space she needed. His eyes, emerald and earnest, averted respectfully as she slowly began to disrobe, every motion deliberate, careful, like a ritual he was not entitled to witness without her blessing. He felt the ache of want, yes, but it was subsumed entirely by his awareness of her vulnerability. Her comfort comes first. Always. " It's remarkable.. "

When she finally turned to him, the faintest invitation in her gaze, he swallowed.

“You… you truly wish it?” His voice was hushed, until she gave him explicit consent, her nod and words soft yet firm. Only then did he allow himself to step closer.

His fingers hovered briefly over the canvas of her back—the inked wings and roses—and he traced them slowly, as if he was afraid the slightest misstep might shatter her confidence in him. He marveled at the artistry, at the care and love of her crew, at the boldness of her trust. He treated her as she deserved to be treated. She was delicate, precious, sacred.

Every line, every curve of the tattoo, was met with awe and restraint. He did not rush, did not linger where she had not invited. He simply traced, memorized, and honored. The act was not carnal, not possessive—it was loving, an acknowledgment of her strength, her vulnerability, her entire being laid bare and willingly shared.

“You are more… more than I could have imagined. Beautiful, every part of you, every line and curve, every shadow and light. I will not forget this trust, nor will I betray it.”

[phoenixduelist]

She'd already fulfilled what she owed: mended the injury caused unjustly. She was above tortu- no she wasn't. Only she didn't have time to draw it out when it was deserved. Her first smile ever since the conversation had taken an...unexpected turn upon his praise. How her heart shattered, then seeped together at the level of care and consideration he was handling her and the situation.

“Yes.”

“Yes, James.” it was liberating. This wasn't an elaborate game she orchestrated. Wasn't a situation with no out. Yet she had control over it, something that was given instead of fought for, manipulated or commanded.

Her body did the unthinkable upon the first brush of fingers: relaxed. Rozália's eyes fell close as he traced delicate, carefully crafted lines threaded into skin, slight goosebumps following his trail of touch.

He was etching love into her. One that couldn't be expressed by words in any language. One that transcended every barrier between them. One that will forever shimmer beneath skin. Her back was on fire in the sweetest way possible, part of her almost believing the ink had transformed into real feathers and petals.

Of course he had to speak again. Told her such poetry despite witnessing her monstrosity. That he will bear the mental and physical scars for the rest of his life. This time, she believed him without questioning. Slowly, to not startle James into thinking he'd done something wrong, she began to turn despite her disrobed state.

Her right desired to rest on his jaw, perhaps brush over his lips- His jugular throbbed, so noticeably protruded from pristine skin. Her grip was strong enough to crush a windpipe, such delicate part of the human body at a convenient spot. Arteries, tendons; she has them all mapped and memorized. And she should open his throat to show him he was wrong. For making the mistake of vocalizing something he shouldn't. For daring to see and love her despite everything. Watch adoration to horror she deserves-

W̵̡̌̌h̷̡̍a̶t̸̀͘ ȟ̵͉a̷ve̶ Ȋ̸ b̴̉ė̸̩̗c̵̜̈́o̵̓m̶͗e̵.

Instead of any of those...intrusive thoughts, her hand changed course, the internal identity crisis easily brushed off as shock of this moment. Without breaking eye contact, Rozália gently took hold of his wrist, guiding his hands between the small space of their bodies, purposely brushing fingers against her breast as curiosity, the electric sensation that left her gasping breathlessly stalled the course for a few moments.

“I have an another” she whispered, nodding down to the rose seemingly tucked beneath her skin, straining to break free.

Faint outline of a bullet made scar that slightly disturbed the grace of the rose itself, this time she was brave enough to press his hand against her side, enough to feel the exit wound at the back.

[soulprompts]

" WILL THEY, WON'T THEY? " A LIST OF PROMPTS:

first off, mega massive thanks to my lovely and brilliant friend @whatspoilers for the EXCELLENT title!! hi my loves! so this is a list of scenarios in which the receiver has an opportunity to look at the sender in a different light, resulting in... something. a kiss? a punch? a declaration? a confession? i know you guys, i know how spicy your brains are, so spice away! i do want to stress that the outcome of the "feelings" does NOT necessarily need to be a romantic one. it could be anger, it could be a sudden revelation, a betrayal, a heartbreaking plot twist, whatever you want! i insist on making this very clear: if you send this, there is NO expectation of the receiver to make it romantic UNLESS they want to. likewise, if the feelings ARE romantic, it's not force-shipping, this is just the receiver's muse getting a minute to evaluate their relationship with the sender and how they want it to continue! and ofc DO NOT ADD TO OR EDIT THIS LIST!

[ DANCE ]: while the sender and receiver are slow dancing together, their close proximity and the intimacy of the situation causes feelings to rise to the surface.

[ BED ]: while the sender is sleeping beside them, the receiver has a moment to watch them and consider their own feelings, resulting in clarity and a realization.

[ CONSTELLATION ]: as the pair lie down in a field and watch the stars overhead, the receiver turns to watch the sender gazing skywards, leading to them confronting their own feelings.

[ NURSE ]: after a battle gone wrong, the receiver begins to tend to the sender's wounds, fading adrenaline and rising fear causing them to realize their feelings.

[ OBSERVATION ]: when showing the sender something they've been working on, the receiver can't help but address their feelings as the sender gazes in wonder at their work.

[ ENTRANCED ]: while the sender works on something they're passionate about, the receiver has a chance to look at them properly and consider their own feelings for them.

[ DEFENCE ]: when the sender rushes to defend the receiver against a threat of any description, the receiver takes a moment to consider how they feel about the sender.

[ COLLABORATION ]: as they work together on a project, the receiver has a moment in which they contemplate their true feelings regarding the sender.

[ CONFLICT ]: during an argument with the sender, the receiver realizes there's an unspoken depth to their feelings, and takes a second to consider them closer.

[ DEFIANCE ]: after realizing there's a situation which could threaten one of their lives in order to protect a larger group, the receiver and sender have a fierce argument in private, leading to a realization of their real feelings.

[ TRAINING ]: during a sparring session, the sender and receiver end up on the floor, leading one of them to seizing the upper hand and straddling the other. the receiver has an unexpected realization of their feelings regarding their sparring partner in the process.

[ FAMILY ]: watching the sender interacting fondly with others, the receiver (from afar) takes a moment to take a closer look at their relationship.

[ STORM ]: when the two of them get caught outside in a rainstorm, the receiver uses an umbrella/jacket as a shelter, which the sender shares with them, causing the receiver to be confronted with the truth of their relationship with the sender.

[muse-central]

[marichive]

𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌

A collection of prompts centered around love & desire, taken from various sources. Adjust gender / pronouns / wording / etc. as needed. Some prompts are highly suggestive in nature. Engage appropriately.

─── 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞

❝ It’s nothing, I just . . . I’m glad you’re here. ❞

❝ Could you stay with me? Just for a little while longer? ❞

❝ If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets. ❞

❝ I can feel your heart beating in your chest. ❞

❝ Just a kiss. That’s all I ask. ❞

❝ I will always be yours. ❞

❝ You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, ❞

❝ You make me feel safe. ❞

❝ You’ll always have a place here. ❞

❝ I’ve never felt like this before. ❞

❝ I’m afraid of what I feel. But . . . I think just that means it’s something worth feeling. ❞

❝ I have loved you from the moment I first heard my name fall from your lips. ❞

❝ Go back to sleep. I promise I will still be here when you wake. ❞

❝ Nothing and no one can hurt you. Not while I’m here. ❞

❝ I don’t want you in my life. You are my life. ❞

❝ I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to waste another moment I could spend with you. ❞

❝ I want you, just as you are. ❞

❝ You love me. Real, or not real? ❞

❝ I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you. ❞

❝ You are, and always have been, my dream. ❞

─── 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

❝ I’ve always wanted you. Only you. ❞

❝ Can’t you see what you do to me? ❞

❝ Don’t you understand? I would do anything for you. ❞

❝ You are my undoing. I cannot tell if you will be my ruin or my salvation, and I’m no longer sure if I care which it will be. ❞

❝ When I look at you, I see something divine. Something holy. ❞

❝ It’s you I want to worship. I will make supplication to your lips and offer my prayers at the altar between your knees. ❞

❝ I was a monster and you made me a man. ❞

❝ For your sake, I am debased. For you alone, I am weak. ❞

❝ I would lay the whole earth at your feet if you asked it of me. The sun, the moon, and all the stars, I would make them yours. ❞

❝ What I feel for you is not gentle, nor meek. It is not beautiful. It wretched, it is dark and depraved with desire. And it is consuming me whole. ❞

❝ Break my heart if you wish, but the pieces will still be yours. ❞

❝ Tell me you do not feel it, and I will name you a liar. ❞

❝ You are far too good for unworthy hands like mine ❞

❝ To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. ❞

❝ I fear if I let you touch me, I will fall apart. ❞

❝ There are certain things we must not want, yet I find myself wanting them nonetheless. ❞

❝ I need you. I need to have you. I need to make you mine. ❞

❝ You ruined me in my heart long before you ever touched my skin. ❞

❝ Must I beg? Must I fall to my knees and plead for the mercy of your touch? ❞

❝ I want it to be my name that you call in the dead of night, my name that rests upon your tongue when your body shivers. Mine alone. ❞

─── 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

❝ I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. ❞

❝ You deserve better than that. ❞

❝ I lie awake at night in restless agony, wishing you were there beside me. ❞

❝ Do you not know how you haunt me? ❞

❝ In my dreams, I am yours. ❞

❝ I am to wed someone else. ❞

❝ Does he make you feel like this? ❞

❝ We both know who you’re truly thinking of when you’re with him. ❞

❝ You taste sweeter than she ever could. ❞

❝ She’s not the one I want. ❞

❝ Just because I know I can’t have you, it doesn't change what I feel for you. ❞

❝ He’s not good for you. ❞

❝ Every time I see you with him it kills me a little more inside. ❞

❝ Let me go. The more we hold on to this, the more it will hurt us both. ❞

❝ This is not allowed of us. We mustn’t – ❞

❝ Put aside your pride and admit that you want me. ❞

❝ Will I only ever be worthy of stolen moments in the shadows? ❞

❝ If he puts his hands on you again, I’ll cut them off. ❞

❝ When I’m with her, I pretend that it’s you. ❞

❝ Does he know? ❞

─── 𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐬

❝ Say you love me, and I know it will all be okay. ❞

❝ Do you know how long I have waited for this? For the day I could hold you in my arms and call you mine? ❞

❝ I fought for this. For you. ❞

❝ I never stopped loving you. I was only afraid of what you were becoming. ❞

❝ Come back. Even as a shadow. Even as a dream. ❞

❝ To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked. ❞

❝ When I desire you a part of me is gone. ❞

❝ Desire doubled is love, and love doubled is madness. ❞

❝ I suppose you do love me, in your way. ❞

❝ Love does not make me gentle or kind. ❞

❝ I desire the things which will destroy me in the end. ❞

❝ There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. ❞

❝ The gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy. ❞

❝ I should not have waited so long. I should have kissed you every night and every day. You were made to be kissed, often and well. ❞

❝ I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you. Don’t tell me to leave. ❞

❝ Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same. ❞

❝ You're mine. Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die. But first, we'll live. ❞

❝ My sword is yours. My life is yours. My heart is yours. ❞

❝ We all dream of things we cannot have. ❞

❝ Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! ❞

[chrisitsraining]

[phoenixduelist]

@ashortdropandasuddenstop

Adding a different course of a verse to the ever growing wishlist where they have this dynamic instead of hopelessly falling in love-

Probably in her Scorched Seas verse & they haven't met or something

Commander Véghváry: I am better.

Admiral Norrington: In what?

Commander Véghváry: Everything.

-

Commander Véghváry: Tell me, why did you allow me to live?

Admiral Norrington: We all make mistakes.

Commander Véghváry: Admiral~

[damnbutcher]

⚔ ✞ The Mortal Instruments (book series) ✞ ⚔

90 sentence starters from books one through six of The Mortal Instruments. send one for my muses reaction! Feel free to change anything that needs changing in order for it to make sense to have come from your muse.

❝ It may look like a person and talk like a person and maybe even bleed like a person, but it’s a monster. ❞ ❝ I may be a killer, but I know what I am. Can you say the same? ❞ ❝ Unfortunately we’re all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it’s either tea or nothing. ❞ ❝ The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me. ❞ ❝ If you were half as funny as you thought you were, you’d be twice as funny as you are. ❞ ❝ The most terrible things men do, they do in the name of love. ❞ ❝ I use my rapier wit to hide my inner pain. ❞ ❝ Is this when you start tearing strips off your T-shirt to bind up my wound? ❞ ❝ If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked. It would have been a lot less painful. ❞ ❝ Next time you’re planning to injure yourself to get my attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders. ❞ ❝ You could try not being charming all the time. It might be a relief for everyone. ❞ ❝ If you insist on disavowing that which is ugly about what you do, you will never learn from your mistakes. ❞ ❝ You know, most psychologists agree that hostility is really just sublimated sexual attraction. ❞ ❝ You tore my heart out years ago when you betrayed and deserted me. ❞ ❝ You’re skilled enough, but you could not kill me. You have always been softhearted. ❞ ❝ I’m pure at heart. It repels the dirt. ❞ ❝ You think charm is the same as honesty? I used to think so. I was wrong. ❞ ❝ I prefer to think that I’m a liar in a way that’s uniquely my own. ❞ ❝ Don’t bother feeding me some story about how you just happened to wander along after he spontaneously died. I know you did this. ❞ ❝ Look on the bright side, if they need a human sacrifice, you can always offer me. ❞ ❝ Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. ❞ ❝ I wish I could hate you. I want to hate you. I try to hate you. It would be so much easier if I did hate you. ❞ ❝ I admire your stubbornness. It’s so much like mine. ❞ ❝ You never got a chance to tell me the truth. I don’t trust you, I want you to know that, but I thought I’d give you the chance to tell me. ❞ ❝ We are meant for a higher purpose, you and I. The distractions of the world are just that, distractions. If we allow ourselves to be turned aside from our course by them, we are duly punished. ❞ ❝ I’ve heard the word ‘fear’, I simply choose to believe it doesn’t apply to me. ❞ ❝ I’d say it’s been nice meeting you, but, in fact, it hasn’t. It’s been quite awkward, and frankly, the next time I see you will be far too soon. ❞ ❝ I thought I’d lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while. It relaxes me. ❞ ❝ I hope you know what I mean when I say I’m sorry you’re here, but I’m glad you’re with me. ❞ ❝ You disappear so completely into your head sometimes. I wish I could follow you. ❞ ❝ But isn’t that what love is? Ownership? 'I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine,’ as the Song of Songs goes. ❞ ❝ Never believe the bad guy is dead until you see a body. That just leads to unhappiness and surprise ambushes. ❞ ❝ Every time you almost die, I almost die myself. ❞ ❝ You’re not going. If I have to tie you up and sit on you until this insane whim of yours passes, you are not going. ❞ ❝ You were just upset about being left behind, like a child, and you had a tantrum. And now we’re here. Lost. ❞ ❝ Go ahead and do whatever you want, regardless of who it hurts. You always do anyway, don’t you? ❞ ❝ You could at least pretend you were glad to see me. Even a little bit. ❞ ❝ I have a fetish for damsels in distress. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish. ❞ ❝ I know how you think you feel about me. You don’t, though. You just like me because I’m safe. There’s no risk. ❞ And then you never have to try to have a real relationship, because you can use me as an excuse. ❞ ❝ I felt like you were someone I’d always been waiting for. I saw you feel it too. Don’t tell me you didn’t. ❞ ❝ You think you only want me because you’re evil, not human. You just want something else you can hate yourself for. I won’t let you use me to prove to yourself how worthless you are. ❞ ❝ I’m tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I’m tired of watching you be in love with someone else—someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do. ❞ ❝ Anyway, I just saved you from being burned to death, so I figure you’re not allowed to be mad. ❞ ❝ I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then. ❞ ❝ I always figure it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission in these sorts of situations. ❞ ❝ I want them to writhe and die on the ground. They deserve shame before they get oblivion. ❞ ❝ So now what? You’re going to kill me while I’m tied up? Does the thought of fighting me scare you that much? ❝ You keep passing out on me. It’s extremely tedious. ❞ ❝ But I thought of you—I saw you there, clearly, as if you were standing in front of me, watching me, and I knew I wanted to live, wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything, if only so that I could see your face one more time. ❞ ❝ I am a man, and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown. ❞ ❝ Oh, good. You’re starting to talk about yourself in the third person. That’s not a sign of impending megalomania or anything. ❞ ❝ Seems an odd time to start an insult contest, but if you insist, I could probably think up something good. ❞ ❝ It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense. ❞ ❝ You left me. You made a pet out of me, and then you left me. If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me. ❞ ❝ You would do anything to save him, whatever it cost you, whatever you might owe to Hell or Heaven, would you not? ❞ ❝ Latent homosexual panic will do you in every time. ❞ ❝ You villains and your creepy eugenics programs are starting to bore me. ❞ ❝ Killing them is the most merciful thing you can do. ❞ ❝ I am a woman. I will use any weapon and all weapons to get what I want. ❞ ❝ I don’t know why I had to fall in love with someone who’s more stubborn than I am. ❞ ❝ God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken. ❞ ❝ Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort. ❞ ❝ Let me break it down for you. I’m young. I’m pretty. And I’m willing to burn the whole world to the ground to get what I want. ❞ ❝ You have ruthlessness in your bones and ice in your heart. Don’t tell me any differently. ❞ ❝ Viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me. ❞ ❝ I was going to kill someone today. I just wasn’t sure who when I woke up this morning. I do love mornings, so full of possibilities. ❞ ❝ Goodness is not kindness, and there is nothing crueler than virtue. ❞ ❝ Weapons, when they break and are mended, can be stronger at the mended places. Perhaps hearts are the same. ❞ ❝ We are so much lovelier when we fall. ❞ ❝ You are mine. You have always been mine. When you were born, you were mine, though you did not know me. There are bonds that nothing can erase. ❞ ❝ Mercy is a condition of your agreement. ❞ ❝ The things you’ve done are too terrible to ever be forgiven, and you don’t even know they’re terrible. I will never forgive you. I will never love you. ❞ ❝ You lie when you tell me you’ll never love me. ❞ ❝ I’ve given you your chance to come willingly now. I’ve paid in blood and inconvenience to have you with me by your own choice. But I will take you unwilling, just the same. ❞ ❝ I only have two reactions to bad news - uncontrollable rage and then a sharp left turn into boiling self-hatred. ❞ ❝ This better be really juicy. And weird. Were bicycles involved in some kinky way? Vacuum cleaners? Umbrellas? ❞ ❝ The wishes of our hearts are weapons that can be used against us. ❞ ❝ I think they’ll probably put that on my gravestone. ‘He Was Heterosexual and Had Low Expectations.’ ❞ ❝ It was a little homoerotic, maybe, but I’m secure in my sexuality. ❞ ❝ You must love me. I never thought you’d admit anyone was prettier than you. ❞ ❝ I loved you recklessly from the moment I knew you. I never cared about the consequences. ❞ ❝ There are things we want, down under what we know, under even what we feel. There are things our souls want, and mine wants you. ❞ ❝ I can read your face like a very open, very pornographic book. I wish I couldn’t. ❞ ❝ It doesn’t matter if I hurt you because you belong to me. I can do what I want with you. ❞ ❝ I don’t want other people touching you or owning you or hurting you. I want you to be around, to admire me and to see what I’ve done, what I’ve accomplished. ❞ ❝ You have a dark heart in you, and it is a darkness we share. ❞ ❝ When I am all there is in your world, when I am all that is left, you will love me back. ❞ ❝ Hate me. Rejoice when I die. The last thing I would want now would be to bring you more grief. ❞ ❝ Ghosts are memories, and we carry them because those we love do not leave the world. ❞ ❝ We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss. ❞

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