"So maybe its been a hot minute, but I'm hopin' the sniper is still DTF."

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@violetbrawler
"So maybe its been a hot minute, but I'm hopin' the sniper is still DTF."
Sentence Starters
“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!
ANGST
“I can’t do anything right.”
“Please don’t cry.”
“Why are you awake right now?”
“Why are you lying to me?”
“Wake up! Please wake up.”
“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”
“Don’t you ever do that again!”
“Is that blood?” “…..No?”
“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”
“Do you even still love me?”
“Nobody’s seen you in days.”
“Why are you awake?”
“I’m worried about you.”
“Can you shut up for once in your life?”
“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”
“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”
“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”
“Leave! Me! Alone!”
FLUFF
“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”
“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”
“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”
“Have you always been this beautiful?”
“OH you’re jealous!”
“Can we stay like this forever?”
“Please just kiss me already.”
“I think you might be my soulmate.”
“Sleep over? Please?”
“Are we on a date right now?”
“I think I’m in love with you.”
“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”
“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
“I missed you so much.”
“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”
“I’m here for you.”
“I wish we could live together already.”
MISC
“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”
“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”
“I think I just ripped my pants.”
“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”
“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”
“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”
“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”
“But I’ve never told you that before.”
“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”
“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”
“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?
“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”
“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”
“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”
“Give me attention.”
“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”
“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”
“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”
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Someone has given you a box of chocolates! WARNING! One chocolate lurks among them... It's... COCONUT
“This is a cursed item…”
Sniff sniff.
“…I don’t trust this at all. The energy it radiates… its vibes are rancid.”
“OKAY I’M BACK NO ONE ASK WHERE I WENT.”
“DID I MISS ANYTHING IMPORTANT?”
[one word prompt] fight
send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word - accepting
fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.
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August clenched his jaw, watching Jay’s expression carefully. He could hear some drunken bastard across from the man jeering and goading him, but August was determined to get him through this without any eyeball-scooping or other visceral fuckery.
“Leave it, Jay.” August muttered, leaning towards him, “He’s tryna get a rise out of you so he can kick your ass.”
He replies, in a low tone, also, “well, yeah, gettin’ a rise ain’t hard to do. Joke would be on him, though. Its his ass that would get kicked. And then some.” Jay’s fingers tapped on the table, itching to reach for something. “You know I could do it.”
"I know you could." August assured, trying to be the force of reason here, "But I'm telling you it's not worth the time or the effort. Someone with a mouth like that'll put his foot in it all on his own."
Noticing the fidget, August slid a hand over the bandit's own in a hope of distracting his itchy trigger fingers.
the bitter end sentence starters.
" no, no, no! don't go, please, please don't go! "
" oh jesus, that's a lot of blood... "
" hey! h... oh. oh no. oh, god, please no... come on, we won, we won! you can't die! "
" please don't die. please don't leave me, come on, please! oh, damn you, don't go! "
" hey... hey, no, no, don't do that, don't close your eyes, you gotta stay awake! "
" you stubborn jackass, keep your eyes open! please! plea-- "
" no. no, no, jesus no... you keep your eyes on me, moron, because you promised me! remember?! you promised we'd make it out okay! "
" you just HAD to be the hero, huh? you had to make that stupid dumbass sacrifice! "
" please don't leave me. please... we've got so much to do, right? come on, now, i can't do that stuff on my own! "
" i love you. you hear that, you stupid idiot?! i love you! and if you want to hear that again, you better wake up and be okay! "
" where's [NAME]? wh-- oh... "
"one last fight, remember? that's what you said! one last fight and we go home! so come home, okay? bring your dumb ass home! "
" please don't go. "
" help's on the way, okay? don't do, don't do anything stupid. "
" but... i just got you back... "
" i never got a chance to say goodbye... "
" come on... come on, we have big plans, right? we have big plans, so you need to help me carry through! "
" you idiot, why didn't you tell me sooner?! "
fight
send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word - accepting
fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.
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The great thing about Audrey was that, despite her physical prowess, she was small enough for August to pick up off the floor.
“Hey, what has gotten into you?!” August yelled, lifting her up from behind, both arms wrapped around her tight to stop her from swinging. “Would you calm down?”
[one word prompt] fight
send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word - accepting
fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.
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August clenched his jaw, watching Jay’s expression carefully. He could hear some drunken bastard across from the man jeering and goading him, but August was determined to get him through this without any eyeball-scooping or other visceral fuckery.
“Leave it, Jay.” August muttered, leaning towards him, “He’s tryna get a rise out of you so he can kick your ass.”
some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )
goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.
secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse.
nightmare : my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.
push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.
embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly.
bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.
drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are in a drunken state.
bed : my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before.
slap : my muse slaps your muse across the face out of anger.
gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.
scream : my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side.
sleep : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave.
stalk : my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them, watching them.
sacrifice : my muse jumps in front of your muse, sacrificing their life for your muses life.
trail : my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scares, asking them about it.
love : my muse confronts your muse about why they never say ’ i love you ’ back.
piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride.
jump : my muse runs to your muse and jumps up, my muse holding yours up by their thighs.
dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.
carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.
lighter : my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette.
shot : my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses house for aid.
wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.
fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.
arrest : your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere.
hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened.
gun : my muse pulls out a gun on your muse, your muse tries to talk them into putting the gun down.
betrayal : my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them in same way and confronts them about it.
nude : my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked.
karaoke : my muse pulls your muse up on stage with them to sing some karaoke songs.
laughter : my muse hears your muse laughing uncontrollably and approaches to see if they are okay.
murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder.
wet : my muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.
Reblog if you’re open to improvisational rp and just “winging it” with threads
Whether it’s the first interactions between the muses so the chemistry is still up in the air and it’s still unknown as to whether or not they’ll click before potential plotting, or the muses have too much minds of their own and run wild the moment you set them loose in a thread, plotting is hard and occasionally your pre-planned threads jump the track and go in totally different directions than anticipated thanks to the muses’ creative differences. Reblog this to let your rp partners know that you don’t mind simply jumping straight into in-character interactions and threads.
People say that “whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” But nobody ever mentions that it could also make you more bitter, apathetic and detached from the rest of society.
Sentence Starters
“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!
ANGST
“I can’t do anything right.”
“Please don’t cry.”
“Why are you awake right now?”
“Why are you lying to me?”
“Wake up! Please wake up.”
“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”
“Don’t you ever do that again!”
“Is that blood?” “…..No?”
“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”
“Do you even still love me?”
“Nobody’s seen you in days.”
“Why are you awake?”
“I’m worried about you.”
“Can you shut up for once in your life?”
“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”
“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”
“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”
“Leave! Me! Alone!”
FLUFF
“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”
“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”
“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”
“Have you always been this beautiful?”
“OH you’re jealous!”
“Can we stay like this forever?”
“Please just kiss me already.”
“I think you might be my soulmate.”
“Sleep over? Please?”
“Are we on a date right now?”
“I think I’m in love with you.”
“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”
“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
“I missed you so much.”
“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”
“I’m here for you.”
“I wish we could live together already.”
MISC
“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”
“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”
“I think I just ripped my pants.”
“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”
“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”
“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”
“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”
“But I’ve never told you that before.”
“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”
“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”
“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?
“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”
“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”
“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”
“Give me attention.”
“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”
“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”
“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”
violetbrawler:
August offered the hunter a slightly-bashful smile; letting people in was still an uncomfortable exercise for him, but Mordecai made it as easy as breathing with his laid-back nature. It was honestly nice to have someone say that they gave a shit whether or not he lived or died, and to know they meant it.
“Heard they were sittin’ on a tidy eridium mine. The fuckin’… the lead was a bust.” August explained, shaking his head in frustration, “Next time I see Gearshift he’s getting my shotgun up his ass. Last time I take a tip off that moron.” After a moment, he let one leg drop to the floor out straight to relieve a strain in his side. “How’d you find me, anyway?”
A little of the mirth in Mordecai’s smile faded on hearing the name Gearshift. The hunter had his ears to the ground on most matters that went on in bandit territory, and this guy was new to the scene. Flaunting and bragging, when he knew less than he really did. It was all a game to get more braggers. “Let’s just say Gearshift ain’t the only one with contacts. … ya know, if ya needed intel, all ya had t’do was ask your boyfriend,” Mordecai said with a half-shrug, half-elbow into August’s side. The declaration made his heart jump a little, not knowing how the other would react and a little surprised he would even suggest it in the first place. He was admitting that he’d become attached in a sense, instead of keeping this… professionally sexual.
August grinned softly, a pleasant warm flush rising to his cheeks at the unexpected admittance from the hunter. “Hey, I like that word.” August hummed, linking his arm around Mordecai’s own in a light gesture of affection, “Let’s use that one more often, hm? Rolls off the tongue real nice.”
It was, in hindsight, a rather cack-handed plan, but August was a man of impulse more than he’d like to admit. Especially given the fact he was roughing it on his own now; much like a cub trying to chase an elk twice his size, August was overcompensating to show he could still hack it... Unfortunately, shit like this was happening more often than it should.
“I really hope no one follows my tracks from the explosion to figure out what’s going on... or at least, if someone does, I hope they’ve got coffee.” he joked lightly.
"Boo."