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Icon is not mine Faceclaim for Natasha winters Is Ali Larter more specifically her version of a Claire Redfield from the resident evil movies
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First Meetings Sentences, Vol. 2
(Sentences for muses meeting for the first time. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"May I have this dance?"
"I can't say I think much of your welcome."
"Can I have a cup of coffee, please?"
"I don't mean to pry, but is something troubling you?"
"What an honour to meet you!"
"What are you grinning at?"
"Who do you think you are?"
"I hope we shall become friends."
"Do I gather that you recognise me?"
"Who exactly are you, anyway?"
"You do know I have a first name?"
"Who are you? What do you want from me?"
"How can I help you this beautiful morning?"
"Why don't you have glass of champagne?"
"My name is not important."
"Do you really want to start off this friendship with a lie?"
"You know, you have one of those faces. The kind that's vaguely familiar."
"What did you say your name was again?"
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"Do you come to a lot of these events?"
"Won't you have a drink?"
"We've got off on the wrong foot, haven't we?"
"I regret that we met this way."
"How did you get in here?"
"Are you drinking all alone tonight?"
"How old are you?"
"I'm just passing by."
"Forgive me if I don't shake hands."
"Perhaps I could be of assistance?"
"So, do you ever do anything for fun?"
"I completely understand why you might need a moment or two to break the ice, but do you mind if we now consider it broken?"
"WHAT ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME?" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue for defense and accusation, adjust as necessary
you've been lying to me this whole time.
i don't believe a word you've said.
you need to come clean about what happened.
i've given you plenty of opportunities to tell the truth.
i need to know what really happened before i lose my mind.
why won't you just talk to me?
you're hiding something. i don't know what it is, but i'm going to find out.
this is how i find out you've lied the whole time?
i'm not supposed to give you any details.
could you just tell me what really happened?
i hate not knowing the truth.
you've been elusive this whole time.
there's more to the story, but you're not supposed to hear it.
you never answered any of my questions.
i can tell when you're lying to me.
you're really bad at lying.
that wasn't an answer.
i never planned on telling you the truth.
that was a lie, and you know it.
what ever happened to "i promise i won't lie to you?"
i thought we agreed to tell each other the truth.
they told me the truth. you can stop lying now.
you just lied straight to my face.
tell me what you know, or else.
why do you insist on keeping things from me?
i think i've earned the right to learn the truth.
some things are just better left unsaid.
i can't tell you what really happened.
this is for your own good.
it's better that you don't know the truth.
some things need to be kept from you.
you aren't capable of carrying the weight of all this.
trust me. you don't want to know.
[name], what did you do?
i'll go to [name]. they'll tell me the truth.
i meant to tell you the truth before this happened.
you should have heard the full story from me.
i never should have lied like this.
this was always meant to be a secret.
it doesn't concern you. that's why i didn't tell you.
i'm not answering the question!
if you don't tell me the truth, i'm leaving.
i'll never trust you again.
so this whole thing was a lie from the start?
when did you become a politician? why aren't you answering my question?
i would have believed you had you just came clean.
there shouldn't be any secrets between us.
i'm just going to assume the worst if you don't tell me what's going on.
I’m back
"You're in my way." The dog growls as he approaches Natasha in the woods late at night. He just wanted to pass through but there she was. @dogxcomplex
@dogxcomplex
“Sorry Pup I was here first.” She replied as she looks at the dog with a cold glare and she took a drink of her wine. She was tired and she needed the drink she had.
"In a way." After all, there were mortals who chose not to belong to a single god. But did that ever end well? That would depend on who you would ask. There were some who struggled, and others who preferred their freedom.
"If you don't have an Entity, you can choose for it to remain that way. If you already have one, you can choose to change them for someone else. If you have an Entity and want to be free... Now that will be more difficult. Only an Entity can break your connection, either your own or another. And believe me, we do not wish to break our own connections."
“And those who want one?” She inquiries and she looks at him with a soft smile. Maybe being under an entity wouldn’t be so bad. She muses to herself but she awaits his answer
[ cont. from here ] @surviving-in-the-fog
It was unusual for the Entity to be the one sought after. Most often it was him who would find the mortals in the fog, or invite them over. But he didn't mind. It was always something entertaining to do. And seeing Natasha's choice of clothes did bring a soft smirk to his face. A mix of being impressed and amused clearly there.
"Oh darling, did you dress like that specifically for me?" He asked, as he had never seen Natasha in a dress before. Not that they met too often, meaning there could be so much he didn't know about the mortal. But at the same time, it just didn't fit her usual image. Not that he was one to complain. "May I ask what the special occasion is?"
“Maybe I decided to dress up nice for you.” Natasha replied as she smirked “I am not just a Jean wearing wonderer you know.” She smiled and she wondered why he thought it was a special occasion is but he didn’t query it and she just gives him a sweet smile
“I could make it worse if you want?”
Natasha hisses out as she was tired, if anything trials against him drained her more than she cared to admit but now she practically did not care. Every trial to her was a cat and mouse game that was never going to end and every time it was him she hated more.
“To answer your questions No I don’t observe Mori’s in trials I am normally far away from them and I don’t know why David took the Mori I’ll ask him next time I see.” She replied annoyed
"Mmm, probably for the sake of heroism." He dismissively sighs. Shaking his head as he feels the pain start to subside finally.
"Sometimes it is a matter of luck - whichever one of you crosses my path the most suffers the burden." He considers outloud as if she truly cares. As if talking about the brutal nature of the trials was a calming topic.
"At least you have the sense to not watch. Some of your peers will run right up as if they believe they can somehow stop it."
“People will do desperate things to survive Should know before all this I lived in a virus ridden wasteland.” Natasha replied as she flicked out her knife as she remembers the shit she went through. “Trials don’t matter to me but surviving does.”
Shame, she must've taken his question as rhetorical. That, or she didn't want to answer it. Never mind. He'd have others to ask most likely. But for now, he'd continue explaining the basics to her. Because obviously someone had forgotten to do their duty. As always, he had to take care of the mortals of others.
"Usually you know, because they will talk to you. But sometimes Entities abandon those they bring here. So there is a chance you do not have a god observing you." Bass could also focus on her energy and work out who she belonged to, if she even belonged to anybody. But where would be the fun in giving her an easy answers. "Do you want to belong to an Entity?"
“Do we get a choice if we do?” Natasha asks again she was debating on asking an entity so she could have somewhere to belong but she wasn’t sure. She sighs as she felt that was a bit rude if her to ask
Tell My Muse What You Want To Do To Them On Anon.
I don’t care if it’s cute, sexual, or violent. Just do it!
"There, so you are a survivor." The Entity stated now with confidence. He could be wrong, sure. But, for now, that sounded like the correct answer. "How does that make you feel?"
Bass' curiosity was starting to be triggered by Natasha. She was an amusing mortal, different to the rest. And he was starting to enjoy their conversation. He was also curious about who brought Natasha into the realms, but there was no way of asking her about it. If she didn't know what role she had, how would she know who her Entity was?
“How do you if you have an entity?” Natasha asks as she looks at bass with confusion and tiredness today has been rough and now she was curious about Bass. “You can ask me questions though.”
"Well, that rather sounds like you're one of the survivors," he answered based on his observation. Because if she only saw three other survivors then she must have been the fourth. This was the first time he heard of a mortal who was unsure what they were supposed to do, but perhaps this only showed that Natasha had something to hide.
"Do tell, did you ever kill anybody for personal pleasure?" Bass decided to continue with another question. Because if she wasn't sure which side she was on, it only could mean that Natasha was capable of both surviving and killing. "Self defence counts only if you felt satisfied after. And I'm not talking about satisfaction for surviving, but rather for taking someone's life."
Natasha swallowed nervously as it brought back a memory she thought she had buried deep down in her head.
“I did kill someone once but it was because she was going to get us killed .” Natasha confesses but that kill never brought satisfaction it brought guilt
[ hickey ] — my muse gives your muse a hickey on the neck and collar bone (Bass)
She was unsure why Bass had decided to mark her as his and she was hesitant to ask.
The only way the wasteland leader found out about the hickeys were from the bottle of sparkling wine she had hidden and the surface of it acting like a mirror. She delicately traced the marks on her neck and collarbone with a faint blush.
Thank goodness she was not on trial today because there would have been questions from nosy survivors .
Sneaking away from the campfire she went to track down the elusive entity and she decided to wear a low cut dress something she was not use to wearing, she walked along and she smiles upon seeing him and she wondered how surprised he would be.
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CW: VERY NSFW! contains potentially uncomfortable kinks like bondage, cum play, knife play, sensation play, etc. feel free to combine prompts & change pronouns/descriptors as needed. put under a read more for viewing safety, & it’s also rather lengthy as well. written from the perspective of the sender — ‘my muse’ = sender, ‘your muse’ = receiver. !!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!
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