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@shadows-edge-rp
Give this post a REBLOG (help spread the word!) if you’d be interested in writing with an 18+ mutuals-only multi-fandom / multi-muse blog. MATURE, DARK, POTENTIALLY OFFENSIVE MATERIAL will be present – do not follow if easily triggered.
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“Is– is it meant to be bleeding, that much?”
“Help me.”
“Don’t touch me!”
“You’re a monster.”
“Why are we in a graveyard?”
“How long’s it been?”
“Do you even know what you’ve done?”
“Tell me you’re sorry.”
“Do it for me.”
“They’re fast, faster than you can believe. Don’t turn your back, don’t look away, and whatever you do… don’t blink.”
“Good luck.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, yeah. It does suck when someone says one thing and does the other, doesn’t it?”
“I’m scared.”
“I need a doctor.”
“Can I help?”
“Excuse you.”
“What’ve you done?”
“What’re you doing?”
“How old are you?”
“That’s not how you use it…”
Reblog if you wouldn’t mind actually writing a full novel with your partners.
nxomusetxchnology
Levi had thought the night would be a good time for a walk. Since everyone was practically busy during the day, doing everything else. He really needed a break from all the work related things he had on his mind. He stepped out of his quarters and took a brusque walk around.
As he walked, he had thoughts going through his mind. Several doubts. Several positive things to say about his squad. In the middle of thinking about shitty glasses, he had heard steps behind him. He carefully stood and saw a figure, who could be out at this time? He sighed if it was one of those brats, he’s going to give them a punishment.
He decided to follow this person. It seemed this person was going to the…Underground. Damn, he hated that place. He made sure to keep them in his sights and made sure to keep quiet. He had to lower his presence this far to make sure they didn’t notice him.
Damn place was filthy, he thought to himself as he followed. It seemed this person had brought some dumb idiots into some sort of an alleyway. He hid by the wall, seeing everything unfold…
By now, Vivianne had been doing this for about forty years. She knew just where in the Underground to walk alone at night to attract the wrong--or, for what she wanted, the right--attention. Of course she knew when the three men--or, two men and one rather young man--started following her, and though they saw it as fortuitous that she ‘wandered’ into a particularly deserted, dark area, she led them there.
The three of them were quick to surround her, jeering about how she was too pretty to be out on her own as one of them boldly lowered her hood amidst the usual preemptive predatory comments. She let them get a few in, not really listening to what they were saying as she instead listened closer to the truth of the situation that their heartbeats told her. For example, the two older ones were going to be her targets--they were enjoying this, not a hint of hesitation, probably wasn’t the first time they’d done this. But the younger...he didn’t want to be here. He was afraid, he wanted out.
The next time one of them reached for her, Vivianne grabbed their hand and twisted with her inhuman strength, sending the man’s entire body contorting into the motion from pain, and to the ground. The other man she grabbed by the front of his shirt when he advanced to help his partner, and she kept him at arm’s length without any effort.
“Get out of here,” she told the youngest, who was staring wide eyed and frightened at her.
“Go!” she said more firmly when he didn’t immediately scamper away. She waited until he disappeared and was a decent distance away to turn to look at the two that were going to be her prey for the night. The one she had sent to and was still holding to the ground, she broke his leg with a well-aimed stomp to keep him from running. The one she was holding out in front of her, she latched onto with both hands, pinned him up against the wall...and promptly tore into his throat with a flash of fangs, eyes burning crimson in the darkness as she fed.
The one she was currently feeding off of, she easily muffled his screams with one hand, but the other was shouting terrified curses and trying to get away behind her with his broken leg. Because of his escape attempt, she had to cut her first attack short and make quick work of her first victim, before she grabbed the one who was trying to crawl out of the alley, hauled him to his feet, and tore into his neck from behind.
He was the last one, so she could take her time, make less of a mess, and actually drain him dry before she let him drop to the ground like a withered flower. Vivianne simply stood there in the middle of the alley, gazing at the two bodies as she considered what she would do with them tonight, wiping away the stray blood she may have smeared across her face with the dark red handkerchief she always kept on her--dark red being the color instead of the usual white precisely for moments such as this.
This was all just...a blur of routine for her by now. A casual, twice a month thing.
(Starter for @nxomusetxchnology)
By now, Vivianne finally had something of a safe routine she’d fall into while in the Scouts. Twice a month, Vivianne waited until--most of--the Scouts were asleep to slip outside of HQ on what she told anyone who’d noticed this habit of hers was simply night walks to help clear her head and soothe some form of insomnia. If anyone had noticed that these walks happened twice a month around the exact same time...they hadn’t said anything yet. And in a way...Vivianne wasn’t lying when she said they were simply walks she went on when she grew restless. She just left out the fact that in the middle of those walks she slipped down to the Underground and drained a criminal of her choosing dry to soothe a restless and needy thirst for human blood.
That part, people didn’t need to know.
Unfortunately, she’d been going through something of a dry spell--recent events had kept herself and others too busy for her to safely slip away without drawing unwanted attention. The return from an expedition was already a busy time, but lately, it seemed like there was always one too many people awake that could catch her sneaking out, and she didn’t want to risk it.
But now, she couldn’t wait any longer--if she did, she worried she’d hurt someone, maybe someone especially important to the Scouts. That had been her biggest fear since day one, a thought that had almost dissuaded her from joining in the first place. So far, she hadn’t had any incidents, though--and as long as she continued practicing her control and feeding regularly, it wouldn’t be a problem.
Quietly, Vivianne slipped out of her sleeping quarters in civilian clothes with a plain, heavy cloak wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her footsteps soft but quick as she made her way through the halls and out into the cool night air. Her hunger stirring restlessly inside her, Vivianne sought out her usual path that would lead her towards an entrance to the Underground, the thrill of the coming hunt already rising in her veins.
@valiaxt (Continuing From Here)
Vivianne was already sitting up, huffing in agitation at the thought of being sidelined when she was--going to be--fine. It would hurt, flying around on the 3DMG gear before she healed all the way, yes, but she would deal with it until she was healed.
If she could use her gear, that is.
“Really, Eren, I’m okay, I can get back out th--” she cut off as she tried to deploy her cables to test that her gear was still functional, and nothing happened. “Damn it...” she cursed, hand dropping to the gear on her waist as she got on one knee and tried to see if it was something she could fix.
It looked like she was grounded, but thanks to damaged gear instead of injuries.
"Shelter--protect them" (for the nonverbal starters)
Time seemed to slow down as he saw the other push him out of to prevent the blow of a Titan swing from landing on the brunet, immediately Eren screamed for Vivianne to get out of the way.
Before he could, in turn, get her out of the way keep her from taking the hit for him she was already propelled through the air.
He cursed loudly before using his 3DMG gear to find where she had landed. The titan shifter began worriedly yelling a stream of questions, basically asking over again if she was okay and asking why she would do something like that.
“You’re gonna be alright, you’re going to be alright.” If he was telling her this or himself could be debated. “Dear Maria, never do something this stupid ever again!”
@shadows-edge-rp
Vivianne could feel bones crack or snap from the force of the Titan’s blow, the breath knocked out of her in the process as she was sent hurtling towards the ground. That impact didn’t help, either, and Vivianne was dazed and in pain the few moments before Eren managed to locate her.
She had to brush it off, though--she tended to heal faster than Titan Shifters depending on the injury (Though not nearly from as /many/ injuries as they did), and she needed to play it off as not as bad as it had looked. By the time someone got the chance to actually check her over, she might not even have any bruises. And she didn’t particularly want to have to explain why if she was seen nursing something worse right now.
“Can’t make any promises.” She gasped out a laugh as she straightened up gingerly but as quickly as she could manage. She was more worried about her gear being damaged than herself, at the moment. “Just...just winded and a little...roughed up, I’m okay,” she tried to assure him.
‘Something's Wrong’ Sentence Starters
Something’s Wrong With My Muse
“Oh, God, you’re bleeding. You’re bleeding a lot.”
“Stop squirming, I’m trying to help.”
“Hang on, I got you.”
“Just lean on me, I’ll help you walk.”
“We should get that looked at.”
“Don’t tilt your head back, you’ll make your nosebleed worse!”
“Just sit up and breathe, ok?”
“Eh, you’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”
“Whatever you do, don’t go to sleep. Stay awake.”
“Oooooo. That looks painful.”
“Oh, thank God! Don’t scare me like that!”
“How the hell did you do this to yourself?”
“Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?”
“You stopped breathing.”
“Oh look, it’s alive.”
“Take deep breaths, you’ll be fine.”
“Arms shouldn’t move like that…”
“What happened to your leg?!”
“Yep, that’s broken alright. How’d you manage that?”
“Here’s some ice for that.”
“You’re welcome, by the way.”
“Yeesh, you look like shit.”
“Wait, you were mugged?!”
“Is that a stab/gunshot wound?”
“Ok, ew. I’m not cleaning that up.”
“Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head.”
“You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn’t be moving around too much if I were you.”
“I thought you were dead!”
“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?”
“Can you walk on your own?”
“You’re getting blood on my clothes!”
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
Something’s Wrong With Your Muse
“Is that three fingers you’re holding up?”
“I’m so sorry for getting blood on your clothes!”
“I’m not sure I can walk on my own.”
“On a scale of 1 to 10, my pain’s at least an 8.”
“You thought I was dead?”
“Do you think I have a concussion?”
“I hit my head; now I don’t feel so good.”
“I’m so sorry. Do you mind cleaning up?”
“I think I’ve been stabbed/shot.”
“I just got mugged!”
“Do I look as bad as I feel?”
“Could I maybe get an ice pack for this?”
“Thank you, by the way.”
“I think my leg is broken.”
“I can’t feel my arm.”
“I’m going to need more than deep breathing to calm me down.”
“I’m not dead yet!”
“Oh, God, I’m bleeding. I’m bleeding a lot.”
“Are you really trying to help?”
“Please help me.”
“Can I lean on you? I don’t think I can walk.”
“I think I need to get this looked at.”
“I can’t get my nose to stop bleeding!”
“I can’t seem to catch my breath.”
“I’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”
“Please help me stay awake.”
“This hurts just as much as it looks like it does.”
“Sorry - did I scare you?”
“I don’t know how I managed to do this to myself.”
“I don’t know if I can stay awake.”
“I stopped breathing?”
Note: Revamp of an older sentence starter post found here.
Reblog if your inbox is ALWAYS open for random asks, even if you haven’t reblogged any meme
"I need you to stay here, okay? I got this." (For Levi, from the caring sentence starters)
Caring Sentence Starters~ (Specify Muse)
Levi just stared. “Why? I can’t stay here, I have a job to do dammit!” He said as he moved, his leg still injured from his last mission. Dammit, how could he be so clumsy?!
Vivianne simply moved to cut him off again, a hand up instinctually to get him to /stop/, eyeing his leg in concern. "Because if you try to do it on that leg, you'll just make it worse. What if you do permanent damage to it, what then?" She countered, throwing in a bit of logic to convince him. "Listen--I /can/ do it, really--even though I know I don't look like it. So let me do /my/ job," she finished with open honesty, meeting his gaze head on and unafraid.
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Please, do not lie about your age. It will damage us both
send “…didn’t know where else to go…”
for your muse to show up at my muses doorstep one night during a thunderstorm, shivering, bleeding & soaking wet.
⚔ the princess bride sentence starters ⚔
“ you mock my pain! ” “ life is pain. ” “ he’s only mostly dead. ” “ i’m on the brute squad. ” “ you are the brute squad. ” “ prepare to die. ” “ we’ll never survive. ” “ nonsense. you’re only saying that because no one ever has. ” “ who are you? ” “ get used to disappointment. ” “ you keep using that word. i do not think it means what you think it means. ” “ i’ll use small words so that you’ll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon. ” “ that may be the first time in my life a man dared insult me. ” “ drop. your. sword. ” “ shut up!! ” “ you’ve made your decision then? ” “ i bet my life on it! ” “ truly, you have dizzying intellect. ” “ you’re just stalling now. ” “ you guessed wrong. ” “ enough of that. ” “ surrender. ” “ you mean you wish to surrender to me? very well, i accept. ” “ i hate waiting. ” “ morons. ” “ you are wonderful. ” “ you seem a decent fellow, i hate to kill you. ” “ why are you smiling? ” “ because i know something you don’t know. ” “ goodnight. good work. i’ll most likely kill you in the morning. ” “ oh, there’s something i ought to tell you. ” “ think it’ll work? ” “ it would take miracle. ” “ hear this now — i will always come for you. ” “ this is true love, you think this happens every day? ” “ death cannot stop true love. ” “ i died that day. ” “ we may as well die here. ” “ he’s dead. he can’t talk. ” “ as you wish. ” “ why didn’t you wait for me? ” “ you can die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces. ” “ you killed my love. ” “ it’s possible. i kill a lot of people. ” “ yes, you’re very smart. shut up. ” “ you’ve been mostly-dead all day. ” “ inconceivable!! ” “ let me explain. ” “ your vote of confidence is overwhelming. ” “ what hideous sin have you committed lately? ” “ will you ever forgive me? ” “ there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours. ”
(For Levi) "What did this to you?"
Send “What did this to you?” to find my muse bloodied after an attack~ (Specify Muse)
Levi breathed heavily, standing at her door. Fuck, that was ridiculous where did those assholes come from?! They wouldn’t stop! His arm was practically dislocated, his leg broken and a lot more. He grit his teeth in pain. “Dammit...Open the damn door!!” He yelled. He didn’t know whose room this was, all he knew was that this was the closest room he knew.
The loud but familiar voice rang clearly but sharply through what had been relative silence, the urgency making Vivianne react with a speed a little beyond human capability. She could already hear the heavy breathing on the other side of the door, could smell blood, but she still wasn’t prepared for the sight of an injured Captain Levi on the other side when she did open the door, hands instinctively reaching out to help support him when she saw what state he was in.
“Captain? What--what happened?” she asked in shock, helping him in as she spoke and shutting the door firmly behind him. She was trying not to get distracted by the blood, eyes searching him for the specific injuries.
Your muse finds mine, bloodied after being brutally attacked by something inhuman. Send “What did this to you?” for a starter.
“What you need is to be trained like a dog, not like a man.”
Levi Ackerman “Humanity’s Strongest”
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