SUN BREATH.

[solismused]

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Written by Solis || She / They ( 30 )

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[xyumeni]

@solismused said: ❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜ ( from gintoki <3 )

subtle smut sentence starters // accepting !

"are you cold?"

it's the first thing that crosses her mind. spoken softly as she glances up from her manga. looks over at gintoki who is sitting next to her on one of his couches. but there's a more softer look in his eyes. maybe she's just imagining it, but something else clicks in her brain at that moment. like the pieces of a puzzle are slowly being put together.

and rei scoots over closer to his side. leans against him casually as if she's done it a thousand times already. the side of her head rests against his shoulder as she goes back to reading. well, more like she tires to go back to reading. his close proximity is a little distracting.

"you know." rei speaks up again. tone still holding that softer edge to it. "i don't mind if you want to use my warmth. if you like it so much." it's an open invitation. the manga in her lap is then shut and placed on the table in front of them to be forgotten about.

[solismused]

Maybe he was cold. Or maybe he just wanted an excuse to be close to her. He'd never admit it though. Not to anyone who dared to ask. But for now he just liked this quiet moment between them. Reading manga and enjoying the quiet of his office space while the kids were out hanging with Shinpachi's sister. A few bucks tossed her way to keep them entertained for the day.

The way she scoots closer to him. Her scent, her softness. It wasn't like anything he'd experienced before. Most girls dismissed him because they thought he was useless or just an overgrown kid. Rei didn't seem to think that. He would gently wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her securely to him as his cheek rested atop her head.

"That's good to know. Cause now I want it all for myself." He'd declare as he closed his eyes contently. His hands were gentle, and the contact was soft and kind. "Yep. Now your not ever allowed to leave. You're keeping me very warm and comfortable. I'm afraid your my prisoner now."

[7thfcrm]

it was inevitable that they would run into a demon while being here, it was the entire reason that they came out here in the first place after all, but it was only rumors that there was a demon, so of course zenitsu would be hoping that that's all it was.

but hearing the way that the sounds of the night turned on a dime the moment that a demon came along, zenitsu knew that they would have to fight. hand gripped upon his sword when he told the sound hashira that he believed that they were being watched, he rose to his feet when the man told him to follow along after him.

he gave a nod of his head, his heart pounding in his chest as he would stay behind tengen for now.

"got it," he voiced quietly, knowing that since he heard the presence of the demon that it wasn't a higher ranked one, so his worries did subside a little.

[solismused]

Tengen is careful as he steps down the front steps they had been sitting on. His blades are carefully drawn from his back. Oh he could see their on-looker alright. In the bordering forest he could see the brief reflection of their eyes in the moonlight. Sneaky bastard. Thinking they could get the pass on them. Nice try. He would look back to Zenitsu for a moment, before looking forward again.

His steps were careful. Calculated. One could not underestimate their enemy no matter what. Tengen also wanted to make the first move with the utmost flash of course. That was simply who he was.

"There you are!" He would shout, as he saw a projectile aimed their way from the demon. Expertly dodging the assault, and making sure that Zenitsu behind him was safe as well. Their demon wanted to play he would play too, as he navigated past, body agile and fast. Once the demon made themselves known he would grin, flashiness as always in the forefront of his mind. "I'm gonna make the first move, kid. Then come in behind to support alright?" He'd tell him as he ran forward, blade's raised towards their opponent.

[7thfcrm]

the place was packed with students, zenitsu would be having trouble just finding somewhere to sit, the loud screams and laughter from the kids around him wasn't helping with his sensitivity towards sounds either, but when he heard someone call out to him from the crowd, his head whipped around to see that it was nezuko herself!

he had a bright smile on his face as he waved to her, rushing over to see both tanjiro and inosuke as well, good, at least he wouldn't be sitting by himself during this assembly.

"you're the one who found me!" he told her as he was already taking a seat next to her. "this place is madness, i was worried i'd be by myself."

[solismused]

The high school bleachers could easily become crowded. She understood that much. Even as teachers tried to police who sat where and when. It was a lot of noise too as the cheer leaders and others got the crowds hype for the rally. Still she wouldn't have allowed Zenitsu to have been by himself at all! She wanted them to all sit together.

"Nonsense. I would've gone out of my way to try and find you." Nezuko offered him a gentle giggle. "You're apart of our group after all. We wouldn't be complete without you."

She would assure him with a gentle pat of his shoulder. The marching band was soon coming through on the gym floor, hyping up the crowd even more.

[musaeaeternae]

"There's no harm in havin' the sweater, Ichigo. Ya could always just wear it here in our dorm. S'not like I'll ever say anythin' about it." Grimmjow had no reason to embarrass his friend like that. if Ichigo didn't want people to know about the jacket then they didn't need to know. It was one of the thickest sweaters he had though. So many he'd keep it for winter when it actually got cold? With Ichigo's birthday just passing that meant his own was coming up. He had no plans for it.

Maybe he could find a date? No, he doubted that. No one he'd tried dating the past few months had worked out. Most of them ended after the second or third date, and some of them didn't even make it through the first because they were so shallow. "I don't think that she'll listen to me but I can try talkin' to her next time we visit." He liked going with Ichigo to visit. That was another thing that ended his relationships. They were jealous of Ichigo for some reason. Thought he'd cheat on them or something with his friend, who had his own relationship, and he'd never do that anyway.

"I'm gettin' the sauce started here in the pan with the meat, but for now, can ya add the dry noodles to the pot once it's boilin'? They gotta be boiled for eight minutes." Once they were done boiling, he'd let Ichigo know to toss them into the bowl of cold water nearby to stop them from continuing to cook. Then, as everything was ready, he'd layer the pan with the sauce and meat, other sauce, cheese, noodles, and repeat until they were topping it with more cheese and sticking it into the oven.

Cooking together was nice, even if other people would argue it was domestic. They weren't dating and likely never would be since he didn't know that Ichigo's luck with relationships was almost as bad as his was. They both tried and failed multiple times, but he never said anything about how his went, and he never introduced Ichigo to anyone he was seeing. Not because he worried Ichigo would feel jealous, because why would he, but he didn't want to rub anything in his face. Not that he could but that was beside the point.

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"Haha. Right. I'll wear it around here with nothing else underneath while I'm at it. Fit the theme." He would sarcastically retort but of course a part of him was immediately a little flustered. Of course he was saying this to his "friend" right? The guy he had kissed to thank him for a car. Honestly that was still pretty crazy to him. He had tried briefly dating others but again they weren't--well, what he wanted. Brief flings that fizzled out before they even started. Ichigo sighed to himself. He'd probably die unmarried & then that would surely worry his parents.

He would chuckle gently at his comment about his mom. What those two had was for sure something else. But he did enjoy bringing Grimmjow back to his family for sure. They always loved visiting with him and catching up. He would listen to his instruction and do as he was told quite happily. He liked cooking with him and honestly it helped to improve his own skills with how limited they were. Once everything was assembled and in the oven, Ichigo would help to set up the table so that they could eat once it was done. Picking out a couple of plates, and some silverware as well. Even grabbing some glasses for them as well depending on what they both wanted to drink.

"You know I think I still have some of that wine left over." He would dig through the fridge and spot the bottle in question. He would open it up and pour some of the wine into his own glass and into Grimmjow's if he so requested it. Once that was done, he would sit himself down for a moment, hands tucked behind his head as he let out an impressive whistle as Grimmjow was taking the lasagna out of the oven. "Damn that smells really good, Grimmjow."

[musaeaeternae]

"Nah, Byakuya wanted ya to have a longer break. Not sure what he did but it was all approved through the proper channels." The Kuchiki likely did some sort of threatening, maybe other captains got in on it. Grimmjow didn't know how things worked in the Soul Society but he knew that Ichigo was free for the next month. To enjoy his new married life with his husband. Kisuke had been the one to excitedly tell Grimmjow that a whole month had been approved for their honeymoon.

A thank you fruit basket? Well, he didn't know what that meant, but something told him his younger sister was going to do something nice for them before they returned and she gave him his key back. He trusted Yuzu, he knew she wouldn't do anything to their home. "If ya don't got everythin' or we need somethin' while we're on our honeymoon we can buy it." He was looking forward to having Ichigo all to himself for a full month.

Sure, they might make a few friends or something, if they decide to chat with people, but something told him they'd be spending a lot of their honeymoon tangled up with one another in their hotel bed. Not anything he'd ever complain about. Not when they were both so addicted to one another it wasn't even funny. "Somethin' special for the honeymoon huh? Lookin' forward to it, Ichi." The whole go big or go home thing he understood and it made him rather curious about his husband's very special something he packed for their honeymoon.

Getting to the airport wasn't difficult nor was the short drive to where the personal jet was waiting for them. There were no lines to go through, no bag check, so they didn't need to worry about baggage claims or anything of the sort. He let out a whistle. "Damn that's a good lookin' plane. They all look like that?" More than likely not, he supposed, since it was one of Byakuya's private jets he had in the living world.

He grabbed his bag and Ichigo's as well, before heading toward the plane. He'd never been on one, so he didn't know what to expect, but he was told that the jet was comfortable. "Comin' sexy?" He grinned over at Ichigo and kept their bags in his hands, once on the jet he'd let the suit wearing gentleman on board take them and put them away safely. The seats were huge and looked really soft.

[solismused]

Honestly the out fit he had specially packed away gave him a minor heart attack to think about. But now they were married--so of course their first official night as husbands---should be just as special. Besides he already had a knack for dressing up for Grimmjow as it was. The reactions he got out of him were always worth it. "You should be. I uh, took a lot of time trying to pick out something special." Late night googling and shop searching had really paid off. He got a custom set that he was very proud of.

"I mean, most airplanes are packed to the brim with people and very little room to sit. This is just Byakuya Kuchiki at work I think." Ichigo would admit with a small chuckle. Of course he'd have something lavish like this. He had plenty of money being a Kuchiki after all. He again would have to thank him tremendously after their return from their honey moon for certain. The inside looked pristine and well-kept with soft comfortable seating and even the sight of a mini-fridge stocked with fresh drinks and refreshments for the ride.

Once he got settled with Grimmjow he would sigh with a relaxed expression on his face. "Honestly, I think I might be forever indebted to Byakuya after all of this." He would admit as he heard the pilot announce they were ready for take-off. He would buckle in and straighten up slightly as he heard the airplane began the motions of take-off. "I think this is going to be a really perfect start to our marriage I think." And soon the jet would be in the air with a smooth transition into the air space. Once the pilot announced they would be free to explore the cabin, Ichigo would unbuckle himself and grab the freshly stocked champagne bottle he saw in the fridge. Pouring some into the tall glasses for himself and his newly married husband.

"To us?" He would toast with Grimmjow, as he took a sip relaxing his head on his husband's shoulder. "The ceremony was really nice wasn't it? I was so happy to have everyone there. I don't even think I've seen my dad cry that much before."

[musaeaeternae]

"Ya probably couldn't inconvenience me even if ya tried, really. I usually just go with the flow." As was the way of the rock star but he wasn't totally laid back, they'd seen him on stage, how active he was. Moving around and dancing, all that sort of stuff. A burger joint? He wondered if they'd have a burger he'd like. Well, he wasn't actually that picky. Grimmjow liked burgers though. The bigger and juicier the better. "Go for it. They got a menu online I can look at? I love me a good burger." Family style diners were the best when it came to burgers that was just a fact of life.

He wouldn't mind helping them upkeep their energy. "Well, swimmin' helps, plus ya can relax in the water if ya do get tired. Cardio also helps. I can show ya both some of my trainin'." If not for becoming a rock star he'd likely have become a personal trainer or something like that. He was very active and he liked staying active. "I won't push ya or nothin' like that. I can see what yer capable of before helpin' come up with somethin' to help ya work on yer stamina." Pushing them would be detrimental not helpful he knew that much without even having to read about it. He mostly knew because he'd tried pushing himself in the past when he was building up his own stamina.

"Tattoos can be expensive, but I've got a friend who does them, maybe I could get ya hooked up with him at some point. If ya really wanna get some quality ink." He had a number of friends, all from high school and before, he kept in touch with them. He never lost his roots. He cared about his friends and not all of them were assholes, just some of them. The ink he had on his skin was all done by his friend. So if they asked about his he'd let them know that. "We're always gonna be our own worst critics until the time comes where we know we're better than that. I'm sure he's just got a bit of time to work on that is all."

Maybe working with him would show Ichigo that his lyrics weren't shit. Would he trust the rock star's opinion or think he was lying to some extent? He knew that some people really believed that they weren't good enough, or what they created wasn't good enough. "We could both toss some chords in if ya think about it. I got my guitar right here. I don't really trust anyone with it." Not due to how expensive it was but because of how they looked at it. Like they wanted it for themselves. Or that they'd likely steal it or something.

"I think us workin' together would be great, honestly. Yer sound and mine work really well together already, just imagine the music we'll create." Grimmjow grinned as he spoke, showing that he was genuinely excited that they agreed to work with him. He'd pull a piece of paper out and write his address down for them. "Here, gate code is the number at the bottom. Just in case yer driver gets held back or the food takes longer to pick up." Once he knew what was available he'd have them pick up his meal too, rather than having to make two stops. He also gave them far too much money to pay for the meals and simply said to do with it what they wished. So if they wanted to give it to the family to help start fixing up the diner they could.

"I've got a full bar at my place, top shelf stuff, none of the watery shit they serve at most bars. So I'll see ya in a few. When ya arrive just let yerselves in through the front door and kick yer shoes off." He'd pat the thigh of whoever was closest to him before he stood up. The patting might have seemed unintentional since his other hand had also moved on his own lap. Little did they know when they arrived he was going to be in nothing but his pants by that point. Not to tease them but because he was comfortable that way.

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"Y--Yeah they do uh, here you go." Ichigo would dig his phone out of his pocket and show him the menu on the screen. He had their app saved because they were such regulars. Though most of the time the couple already knew their orders by heart. "Ah thanks for the tips though. Yeah whatever you do to stay energetic we'd love to learn it. For real. I do try and work out regularly, I run, do some treadmill stuff, lift weights all that. But my stamina on stage leaves me exhausted by the time we're done." Of course he hears his partner want to reply with something sarcastic and shoots him a brief look.

"That'd be super nice of you yeah. Um, we were thinking from a track from your debut album. I think track number 2's chorus." He would remember briefly as Shiro simply snickered beside him. Obviously entertained by this chain of events. Who would've thought they were honestly being entertained by their inspiration. "R--Right. I guess that's just something I have to work through I suppose. I think my lyric work is alright but I guess after having you listen---maybe you can help me polish it up." Ichigo admitted his rhyming scheme and lyrical structure could use a little bit of work here and there. Usually Shiro offered his input and knowledge where he could.

Shiro would grin as they were given the address and gate code. Oh yeah this would be super fun alright. "Sounds like a super fun time for Ichigo and I then. We'll be there alright." He would stand up with a careful stretch and then nod for Ichigo to stand up beside him. The pair would bow respectfully to him and part ways, before heading out to their driver outside. They would pick up the food on their way with that overly amount of money and give the rest as tip money. As they had pulled up to his manor, Shiro would let out an impressed whistle. Once they were inside, Shiro would raise a brow at the shirtless sight of the rockstar. "Well king, ya the only one out of dress code now ya know." He'd tell him as he gently kicked off the combat boots he had been wearing. "Ya outta shed that lame tank top. It hides the real beauty beneath." He would tease him, reaching to pinch his cheek as his bandmate attempted to not ( and failed to ) oogle at the rock star's physique.

"Come on, join the shirtless party." He'd appear behind his king as he sat down the take-out on the nearby counter. Using his pale hands to lift up his tank top up and over his head. Revealing the tone yet muscled physique beneath that Shiro always admired, in plenty of ways. "Now it's a real good music party. Let's get us some drinks and get to brain stormin'."

[musaeaeternae]

Ichigo let out a small shuddery sigh as Grimmjow breathed more of his scent in. The way the man nosed the side of his throat and behind his ear always made him react like that. It wasn't a bad reaction, he knew that much, but it was strange that the host had such an effect on him in the first place. Originally, he chalked it up to being without physical affection or touch for years. It wasn't that. Not anymore.

"Y-yeah, a signing. F-for the new novel." The way he squeaked part of his words out would likely amuse Grimmjow and that was fine. The other man knew how to pull various reactions out of him it was almost absurd. People could bring in the previous novels and he'd sign them too. He had no issues with that at all. He liked doing signings but he rarely did them. "I-I'm not- not cute, you know that. I'm jus-just me." He saw nothing remarkable about himself and he found himself plain not attractive. So he didn't think of himself as cute.

"N-nothing! Nothing at all." A lie but Grimmjow had heard him, otherwise he wouldn't have asked him to repeat himself. He wasn't going to. He did like the idea of a punishment coming from Grimmjow. Maybe he was a bit of a masochist, or more than a bit, depending. Either way, he was enjoying their banter, despite how red his face and ears were already. "I'll... be real bad for you when I-I want to be. You, you know? Just really, really bad." As bad as he could be, maybe. Until he got more confidence, then he'd be even naughtier. Just wanting all of Grimmjow's attention for himself made him a bad boy.

The food being set down made him sit up a bit more properly, he'd grab chopsticks and begin eating the sushi. Not too quickly since he'd been living off of pretty much just fruit and broth. Grimmjow didn't need to know that.

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"Ah but the fact it's you its what makes it's so cute, Angel baby." He would tease him as his lips nipped gently where his pulse was. Those squeaks and blushes were really doing it for him. They always did of course though. He liked hearing him attempt to respond like he normally would to anyone else. But Grimmjow wasn't anyone else, especially not in the confines of the club. Here they were practically in their own little world. Grimmjow was just fine with that. "So tasty, Angel baby. Ya made ya self extra tasty for me today huh?"

"Ah, Ah. Ya can't lie to me Angel baby. Not in here. Or I'll have to stop bein' real sweet to ya." And of course he knew his angel baby liked having him real close---probably a touch closer than the club allowed, but Grimmjow got away with it. Because he was himself and one of the top earners at the club. Plus anything beyond this he took into the private rooms. "You think ya can be bad f' me? Oh, Angel baby. I'm real good at punishin' someone whose been bad. I got a real knack for makin' sure they can't walk or talk the next day." He would wink a sapphire hue at him, a hand gently moving to caress up and down the writer's thigh.

"Good Good. Get some food in ya Angel baby." He would often worry about how he ate outside of their time together. Hence why he always tried to make sure he at least something substantial before he left his side. "Before ya have a taste of me later." He would add, licking around the shell of his ear. "Course ya gotta earn that, by bein' either real bad or real good f' me Angel baby."

[musaeaeternae]

Grimmjow grinned at her saying that it could be their little secret. "I like that idea, that it'll be a secret between the two of us." Maybe that would tell her that he was, in fact, made of millions; if not even more. He'd never bothered to count the zeroes in his account. Money wasn't something he lacked. Nor was power. "I don't really talk about my wealth. Ain't got a reason to. I'm not that kinda guy. Real people don't care if ya have a lotta zeroes in yer bank account or not." She could, truthfully, be a model. She'd likely make a LOT more money as one than working here but if she enjoyed her job that's all that mattered.

"Well, yer doin' real good for me. I'm enjoyin' our chat and am plannin' on stayin' for a while so long as it's allowed." He wasn't told there was a timeframe or anything like that. So maybe he could stay as long as he wanted to? Unless she had another guest come in, which would mean he had to go. That was fine, he decided. "So, gorgeous, I'm curious about how ya got started here. What made ya wanna be a hostess?" If she couldn't or didn't want to answer he was fine with that, but he was merely curious. Someone as beautiful as her shouldn't be hidden behind doors inside a club if he was being honest.

A brow lifted upward at her words. They sounded almost like a challenge to him, and he so loved challenges. "Could always find out if I can ride this ride, ya know? Ain't nothin' really to hide." She could ask him whatever, and he'd likely answer her. He'd withhold the information about being a Yakuza family head though. He didn't need her to become frightened of him. Not that he'd do anything to harm her or her workplace. He liked this club. It was comfortable. "Oh, ya think I look tasty? Ya sure yer not the one who might not be able to ride THIS ride?" He licked his lips again before focusing on the plate of food. The steak looked amazing. He'd shift and cut a piece off before bringing it to his lips and taking it into his mouth.

A small moan left him as he savored the steak. It was tender and cooked to absolute perfection. When she offered to possibly feed him he'd grin. "I wouldn't mind ya feedin' me if ya really wanna do so." He'd behave for a few bites before he'd likely start teasing her some more. It'd also depend on how much she teased him while feeding him. "What if I wanted to feed ya a bite? Ya allowed to take it?"

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"Honestly the show of wealth truthfully does nothing for me. I've been surrounded by many people, who believe the opposite though." She truthfully thought any one person was capable of impressing her. Should they have the level of confidence and appeal that she enjoyed. Grimmjow was slowly ticking those boxes for her. Thus she was more than willing to entertain him further. "You are welcome to sit with me for as long as you'd like, my dear. I often have customers that will sit with me for hours and talk about their days and such. It is quite entertaining to me." For most they didn't even need the flirtations, just her beautiful presence and gentle and patient ear.

At his question she only chuckles. It seemed like only yesterday she had left her high end job to start this one. "Truthfully I was simply looking for something that---could fulfill me. I like taking care of others you see. I have three girls of my own that I adopted when they were young. They are old enough now that they are moved out of my own house, and I am simply all by myself." An empty nester whose three girls were now entering college and living their adult lives. "And this job seemed like the perfect fit. I can flirt, share in good conversation, all of that of course. Plus this outfit---I was a little hesitant at first, but I am told the vibe is Sexy Intellectual as that's my role of course."

"Oh but my dear Guest, I would hate to seem like I am prying. It is quite rude of us to seem---nosy I guess. But of course, if we're talking about being able to--ride rides, I can assure you. I can ride nearly anything anyone has ever thrown at me." Her sex life was selective and limited especially since she had her girls. But those she choose to sleep with where nothing like Grimmjow it seemed like. He had an allure to him that she was simply captivated by so far. Making her hosting position all the easier. "But I suppose, if you insist I ask---what is it you do then? You clearly are experiencing my line of work."

"If you would love to feed me of course--I would not mind at all. It is quite allowed for us to indulge in such things." Halibel would nod gently. "It is whatever my dear customer prefers. Often my customers enjoy feeding me desserts as well. Especially the messy ones." She teased. The white vanilla cake with heavy amounts of frosting to be exact. That one was a huge hit with her clients. "But if you would enjoy sharing some with me than I cannot say no. But be careful---I am told I am like a shark sometimes, I have quite a bite to me."

[solismused]

gently tosses this out as inbox call. Reply with who'd you like & I'll send some memes and or unprompted things out.

[solismused]

@7thfcrm asked: a high school gym during a pep rally. @ nezuko (if you have a gakuen (kny high school) verse! )

RANDOM SETTINGS PROMPTS.

"Zenitsu-kun!" She would call him over from her seat on the bleachers. Long, dark brown strands tipped with pink gently cascading down her slender shoulders. Her brother was seated on the other side of her along with Inoskue. A delicate hand was up in the air to signal for him to sit beside her and the others. "It's good that you found us." She'd beam a small smile at him. "Otherwise you would've had to sit somewhere else and Onii-chan found us good seats."

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@7thfcrm asked: “i think someone’s watching.” @ tengen!

At first he wants to believe he's just being paranoid. That little yellow haired kid ( Zenitsu, he has to remind himself ) could always be that way. The night had been relatively quiet for the most part. The pair stationed at an abandoned farm house, that had rumors of demons passing through it. But so far it seemed quiet. He was about to open his mouth to sarcastically retort something, but then he pauses. There was something, someone. He could sense it now as he grows quiet. "Well, Well. It looks like someone came out to play with us, huh kid? Go ahead and follow my lead okay?"

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☾ tension action prompts.

hostility, provocation, you name it. featuring both actions and scenarios where tension can fester; add +reverse to reverse the roles.

✧ sender grips receiver's wrist long enough to make a point. ✧ sender laughs in receiver's face. ✧ sender grabs receiver by the collar. ✧ sender refuses to break eye contact with receiver. ✧ sender "accidentally" bumps into receiver and doesn't apologize. ✧ sender grips receiver's jaw. ✧ sender pulls receiver back by the waistband. ✧ sender shoves receiver into a surface. ✧ sender clenches their fists at receiver. ✧ sender tilts their head condescendingly at receiver. ✧ sender straightens to their full height in front of receiver. ✧ sender follows receiver outside after a blow-up. ✧ sender gets in receiver's face and won't back off. ✧ sender cracks their knuckles while holding eye contact with receiver. ✧ sender lowers their voice when receiver raises theirs. ✧ sender blatantly sizes receiver up. ✧ sender stares silently at receiver. ✧ sender presses on receiver's bruises. ✧ sender shoulder-checks receiver hard enough to knock them off balance. ✧ sender bumps receiver's cue while lining up a shot at a pool table. ✧ sender knocks receiver's phone out of their hand. ✧ sender kicks receiver under the table. ✧ sender wipes something off receiver's face. ✧ sender corners receiver and refuses to give them space. ✧ sender drags receiver into a bathroom to talk privately. ✧ sender pins receiver while roughhousing. ✧ sender deliberately spills their drink onto receiver. ✧ sender begrudgingly tends to receiver's injury. ✧ sender challenges receiver to a drinking game. ✧ sender steps closer every time receiver tries to disengage. ✧ sender is stuck sharing a bed with receiver when the motel overbooks. ✧ sender has to work overnight watch duty with receiver. ✧ sender challenges receiver's story and makes them prove it. ✧ sender competes with receiver at a shooting range. ✧ sender argues with receiver while trying to put up a tent. ✧ sender is trapped with receiver in a stopped elevator. ✧ sender challenges receiver to arm-wrestle. ✧ sender and receiver are snowed in overnight together. ✧ sender is stuck with receiver on a stalled ferris wheel. ✧ sender tries to one-up receiver at carnival games.

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(     *     MISC. PROMPTS.

mixed bag of sentence starters/dialogue prompts. taken from reedsy.

“i love you.”

“do i know you?”

“do you remember?”

“this section is off limits.”

“we’re closing in ten minutes.”

“this isn’t what i signed up for.”

“this is all my fault.”

“that’s not what i meant.”

“have we met before?”

“are you real?”

“i didn’t mean that.”

“i’ve said too much.”

“i didn’t see that one coming.”

“is nobody going to say it?”

“i wish we could stay here forever.”

“it’s all fun and games.”

“i can’t say it.”

“you can’t run forever.”

“we have all the time in the world.”

“you’ve got this.”

“that shouldn’t be there.”

“i think someone’s listening.”

“i think someone’s watching.”

“we’re not alone.”

“i’m free!”

“maybe in another life.”

“rome wasn’t built in a day.”

“it’s the thought that counts.”

“i feel alive.”

“speak now.”

“so, what’s the catch?”

“it’s mine, and you can’t have it!”

“houston, we have a problem.”

“let’s go for a walk.”

“thank you for that.”

“i’ve got a plan.”

“move aside.”

“i’m here to investigate a crime.”

“you didn’t come to the funeral. why?”

“oh my god. don’t say that!”

“quick! act surprised!”

“are you absolutely sure that your plan is foolproof?”

“come here.”

“truth or dare.”

“tell me something i don’t know.”

“is that… is that blood all over you?”

“right, i’m leaving now.”

“when has listening to you EVER worked out well for me?”

“don’t do that.”

“no, you can’t have my number.”

“i’d rather you just tell me.”

“did you also hear a knock on the door?”

“you’re not looking your best today. what happened?”

“[he/she/they] did it first.”

“well, don’t just stand there! do something!”

“run! run now!”

“hey. someone’s on the phone for you.”

“you’ll never know unless you try.”

“thank you, god. thanks an awful lot.”

“this is my worst nightmare.”

“there’s nothing much to do but wait.”

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM SETTINGS PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

a liquor store with barred windows and a bulletproof counter.

a decommissioned lodge overtaken by weeds.

a bathroom in a run-down apartment building.

a roller rink playing the same songs on loop.

a flea market at dawn, vendors still setting up.

a motel pool glowing turquoise after midnight.

a hiking trail where the signs stop making sense.

a dive bar that smells like smoke and regret.

a bridal shop filled with mirrors.

a county fair after the crowds thin.

a courthouse hallway that smells faintly of old paper and stress.

an amusement park in the rain.

a confessional booth that smells like old wood.

a high school gym during a pep rally.

a chapel with the lights off except for candles.

a fire lookout tower miles from anything else.

a laundry room humming with fluorescent lights.

a city rooftop slick with rain.

an arcade humming with old machines.

a bowling alley with sticky floors and neon lights.

a gas station at the edge of nowhere.

a fallout shelter forgotten by time.

a chairlift stalled above the slopes.

a church basement set up for a meeting.

a newsroom just before deadline.

a basement stacked with old boxes.

a desert highway shimmering with heat.

a funeral home parlor arranged too perfectly.

a brewery patio strung with cheap lights.

a physical therapy clinic that smells like antiseptic and rubber bands.

a greenhouse fogged with humidity.

a community garden at sunset.

a prison visitation room divided by glass.

a tattoo parlor buzzing late into the night.

a photography darkroom glowing red.

a summer carnival at night, lights too bright.

a power substation crackling with electricity.

a toll booth lit like an aquarium.

a half-abandoned shopping mall with only one store still open.

a city park at sunrise.

a holding cell with peeling paint.

a rest stop bathroom off a desolate highway.

a rental cabin buried in snow.

a costume shop crowded with masks.

a city planning office full of maps.

a college dorm hallway echoing with laughter and shouting.

a ghost town baking under the sun.

an underground nightclub where the bass rattles your ribs.

a security office watching too many screens.

a pawn shop cluttered with other people's memories.

a wake held in someone's living room.

a quiet cul-de-sac after a storm.

a recruitment office in a strip mall.

a courtroom bathroom where no one speaks.

a courtroom with the jury absent.

a sauna where the air is too thick.

a summer camp cabin long after the campers left.

a video rental store frozen in time.

an evidence room packed floor to ceiling.

a judge's chambers after hours.

a speakeasy hidden behind a false wall.

a cemetery at dusk, cicadas screaming.

a public restroom lit by flickering fluorescents.

a psychiatric ward common room with bolted furniture.

a tide pool exposed by low tide.

a storm cellar during a tornado warning.

a natural history exhibit after closing.

a zoo maintenance corridor behind exhibits.

a museum storage room full of artifacts.

a firing range ringing with gunshots.

a locker room echoing and empty.

an aquarium tunnel at night.

a karaoke bar at its most unhinged hour.

a suburban backyard during a barbecue.

a stairwell no one uses.

a junkyard full of stripped cars.

a hotel elevator stalled between floors.

a police station break room with stale donuts.

an abandoned warehouse tagged with graffiti.

a hockey arena during overtime, air sharp with ice and spilled beer.

a shrine built by someone who wouldn't let go.

a car wash tunnel swallowing a vehicle whole.

a haunted house attraction mid-season.

a movie theater lobby after the last showing.

a roadside attraction shaped like something absurd.

a dog park during golden hour.

a muddy riverbank after heavy rain.

a courthouse stairwell where voices echo too loudly.

a school parking lot under buzzing streetlights.

a planetarium during a private showing.

a cheap motel room with floral bedspreads and a flickering lamp.

a roadside diner at 3 a.m., neon buzzing, coffee burnt.

a city bus idling at the end of the line.

a penthouse balcony overlooking the city at night.

a wine cellar beneath a historic building.

a lifeguard tower at night.

a municipal pool pump room.

a tailor's back room full of pins and fabric.

a public swimming pool drained for repairs.

a fenced-in yard littered with dog toys.

a thrift store where the air smells like dust and old perfume.

a witness stand under harsh lights.

a crowded subway platform just before the last train.

a piercing studio that smells like disinfectant.

a beach boardwalk after tourist season ends.

a tow truck yard lit by security lamps.

a loading dock behind a closed business.

a recording studio cluttered with cables.

a barber shop mid-conversation.

a radio tower hill overlooking everything.

a classroom long after the final bell.

a drive-in theater with a cracked screen.

a fire escape overlooking an alley.

a passenger ferry cutting through fog.

a hospital waiting room at 2 a.m.

a pharmacy open all night.

a mechanic's garage smelling of oil and metal.

a hallway between two locked doors.

a public records office that no one visits.

a pet adoption center during feeding time.

a crematorium hallway humming quietly.

a border crossing checkpoint at night.

a locker-lined hallway in a community center.

a ski lodge during a whiteout.

a courthouse records archive underground.

a water treatment facility humming endlessly.

a forest trail choked with fog before sunrise.

a playground after dark.

a train platform dusted with snow.

a radio station during the graveyard shift.

a military barracks just before lights-out.

a front porch with a single rocking chair.

a mom-and-pop ice cream parlor on a scorching summer's day.

an emergency room hallway curtained off from sight.

a small-town grocery store minutes before closing.

a farmer's market just as it opens.

a lake dock at dawn, water perfectly still.

a nail salon filled with chemical sweetness.

a bus terminal that never quite sleeps.

a library corner no one ever uses.

[raesource]

munday questions

📅 How long have you been roleplaying, and what got you started?

🌊 Do you prefer plotting everything out or going with the flow?

🪞 How similar are you to your muse(s)?

🎭 What’s your favourite genre to roleplay (angst, fluff, horror, etc.)?

💖 What’s a trope you love and will never get tired of?

🚫 What’s a trope you avoid or dislike?

🎧 Do you associate songs with your muse(s)? If so, share one!

🥹 Do you ever get emotionally affected by your threads?

🛋️ What’s your ideal RP writing environment (music, silence, chaos)?

✨ What’s your favourite thing about your muse(s)?

⏳ How long does it usually take you to reply to threads?

📝 Do you prefer short replies or long, detailed ones?

🏆 What’s your proudest thread or RP moment?

🌐 Do you enjoy crossovers with other fandoms?

🕵️ Do you stalk blogs before following them? Be honest.

💕 Who are you having the most fun writing with, at the moment?

😶 Are you shy about approaching new RP partners?

🌟 Where do you get inspiration for your writing?

🖼️ Do you make edits, moodboards, or playlists for your muse(s)?

😭 What’s the saddest scene you’ve ever written?

✈️ If your muse(s) could go anywhere, where would they go?

🎁 What’s a random fun fact about you (the mun)?

💻 Do you RP mostly on mobile or desktop?

🌙 Have you ever stayed up way too late just to reply?

🎲 Do you like doing random starter calls or planned plots more?

🤔 What’s something you’ve never tried in RP but want to?

✍️ Has your writing style changed over time? How?

🎯 Do you set personal goals for your RP (activity, improvement, etc.)?

🧪 Have you ever experimented with a completely different writing style or format?

🧑‍🎨 Do you prefer original characters, canon characters, or a mix?

📊 How much research do you do for your threads (if any)?

🔐 Do you keep secrets about your muse(s) from other writers on purpose?

✏️ Do you write outside of RP (stories, poetry, etc.)?

⛰️ What’s the hardest part of roleplaying for you?

🧱 What helps you get out of writer’s block?

📐 Do you prefer long-term threads or short interactions?

🚪 How do you usually start a new thread? Dialogue, action, or description?

⛓️‍💥 Have you ever taken a long break from RP? What brought you back?

🧠 Do you believe muses “have a mind of their own”?

✂️ How much do you edit your replies before posting?

🎬 Has any media (show/movie/game) recently inspired your RP?

🌀 Do you enjoy chaotic threads or calmer, character-focused ones?

🌱 How do you develop your muse(s) over time?

⚡ What’s something small that instantly makes you excited to reply?

📥 Have you ever adopted ideas from other writers into your own headcanon?

⚔️ Do you like conflict-heavy plots or softer dynamics more?

🪫 How do you handle losing motivation for a thread?

📦 If you had to move your RP somewhere else, where would you go?

🛑 Do you have any RP boundaries or topics you will not write?

😤 Do you have any pet peeves when it comes to RP partners or threads?

💌 Do you prefer people to DM you for plotting, or just jump into asks/starters?

🔄 How do you feel about dropping threads vs. pushing through them?

🫶 What makes you feel most appreciated as an RP partner?

👤 Do you ever write characters very different from yourself on purpose?

📚 Do you reread your old threads? Why or why not?

🎮 If your muse(s) were in a different genre (fantasy, modern, sci-fi), what would change?

[kinita375]

old art from a month ago i forgot to post it 🥲