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“I don’t speak for the trees, I just listen to ‘em.”
Indie RP blog for Ash Briarwood, a dendrokinetic OC | FC: Chad Michael Murray | penned by Jay (she/they/he, 30+) | follows back from @foxytonic | please read rules and about before interacting
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Closed Starter | DC Verse | @just-asimple-brunette
Exhausted and ready to go home after a long day of classes and work, Ash was hardly paying attention to what was going on around him. Probably not a good idea in Gotham, but he couldn’t help it. The poor druid was beyond out of it. At some point in his delirium, however, he’d taken a wrong turn, and now nothing looked familiar. On top of that, it was getting dark out, both because of the setting sun and because of the dark, angry clouds rolling in overhead. A clap of distant thunder was enough to make his anxiety spike. He tried to pull out his phone and use it as a gps, hands shaking, but fumbled it and sent it clattering to the ground. Cursing under his breath, he bent down to retrieve it, and was dismayed to find that the screen had shattered upon hitting the pavement.
“Damn it! Just what I needed today…,” he hissed, straightening back up, only to be startled by nearly running into a familiar face. “Ah, shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to- Oh. It’s you.” The secretary who’d kicked him out due to thinking that he was a reporter. At least he’d been kind enough to return the pendant Ash had left behind in his haste to get out. It hung heavy around his neck as he stared back at James awkwardly, nerves frayed. “Sorry. Again. I’m not stalking you, I swear, just…tired and horribly lost. I don’t even know how I got here. Do you happen to know where this building is?” He asked, rattling off the address of his apartment complex and trying not to jump as thunder cracked the sky once more.
James was about to respond—something half-smart about bilingual essays and professors—but the sky chose that moment to split wide open. A heavy sheet of rain came down all at once, no polite drizzle to warn them. In seconds they were both soaked through.
“Ah, for fuck’s sake—!” James barked out, throwing up an arm as if it could shield them from the downpour. His trench coat hung over Ash, leaving him marginally less drenched, but James himself didn’t stand a chance. His white button-up clung to his chest and shoulders, plastered tight against his skin. Every line of muscle and the curve of old scars became visible in the weak glow of the streetlamps. His hair, usually neatly pushed back, now fell in dark strands across his forehead, dripping into his eyes.
He huffed, looking down at himself, then at Ash, and shook his head with a crooked grin. “So much for the ‘gentleman’ act. Guess I took the bullet for you, huh?” His tone was teasing, but his eyes lingered on Ash’s face, watching how the younger man looked at him in turn.
“Coffee’s gonna be a necessity now,” James went on, wiping a hand down his face, water dripping from his chin. “Hot, strong, and maybe with half the sugar in the city dumped in just to make up for this shit.” He gestured at his shirt, tugging it away from his skin with a grimace, though he didn’t seem overly embarrassed—just cold, wet, and resigned.
Still, he kept his steady hand at Ash’s back, guiding him onward through the flooded sidewalk. “Let’s move before you end up like me,” he said, though there was a subtle, almost daring edge in his grin as he glanced sideways. “Not that I’d mind the company.”
Another crack of thunder rolled overhead, but James didn’t flinch this time. His focus was on the young man beside him, the one who hadn’t let go of his coat, who still carried that tiny smile even in the middle of Gotham’s chaos.
“C’mon, Ash,” he said softly, voice threading between the rain. “Almost home.”
The view of a highly attractive man in a white shirt getting soaked to the skin and cracking jokes all the while was almost enough to make Ash forget his fear. Almost. His grip on the hem of James’s overcoat and the cuffs of his own hoodie tightened as thunder roared overhead, but he forced himself to breathe. Focus. He wasn’t alone. They’d be home soon, anyway. Out of the cold, the gloom, and the rain. Warmth and comfort were only a few more steps away, and right now, he couldn’t think of anyone else he’d rather share them with.
He laughed despite himself, small and barely audible over the rain, then spoke up. “That can definitely be arranged! I could also probably cook something for you, if you want, but I’ll have to see what I have. Least I can do to thank you for helping me out.” Severe as she was, his mother had ingrained hospitality in all of her children from a young age, and Ash was no different. Besides, it was an opportunity to get James to stay longer, to spend more time with him. “And I’d still call you a gentleman. Not many guys would go out of their way to guide a lost soul home in the middle of a storm.”
As soon as he uttered the word ‘home’ they turned a corner, and Ash’s nervous gaze landed on a familiar building. Relief flooded his features when he saw his apartment complex down the road, though from the opposite direction that he was used to approaching it from. Just how turned around had he managed to get himself? Making a mental note to pay more attention during his daily commute, he turned to James again. “Seriously, thank you, man. You’re a lifesaver!”
Closed Starter | DC Verse | @alreadychoking-onmy-pride
“Yeah, I’m not sure if you’re flirting or just being a jerk, but either way, I’m gonna pass, dude. I don’t do mixed signals.” Ash had wanted a fun night out to escape the pressures of college and the general stress that came with living in Gotham, but it was quickly turning sour. He supposed he just had terrible luck with guys in bars. This wasn’t the first encounter he’d had where a grade-A hottie had turned mean on him, but hey, at least he hadn’t been foolish enough to leave with him, yet. He just wished the dude wasn’t so attractive. As much as he protested, Ash admired his arrogance in a way. Perhaps that was why he couldn’t quite make himself walk away just yet.
Jordan’s low chuckle rumbled out, dark and edged, as if he’d been waiting to hear Ash say something like that all night. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped in close, closing the distance between them so the words that followed brushed hot against Ash’s ear.
“Damn right I’m gonna take you,” he murmured, voice like gravel and smoke. “And trust me, kid, you won’t be thinking about anything but me once I start.”
The detective’s hand ghosted to the small of Ash’s back as he steered them toward the exit, his touch firm without being pushy, protective in a way that came naturally to a man who lived in Gotham’s underbelly. The bar’s neon lights framed him in streaks of blue and red as they passed through, other patrons turning their heads—some curious, some wary, none daring to step in his way.
At the door, Jordan finally gave Ash’s earlier question a proper answer. He tilted his head, fixing him with that same devilish smirk. “Your place? You’re cute, kid, but I’ve been around long enough to know you don’t bring a stranger back to your own turf.” He let his gaze flick down Ash’s frame with another deliberate once-over before dragging it back up. “Besides, I’ve got everything I need at mine. Privacy. A stocked bar. And a bed that doesn’t squeak if I put you through it.”
The night air outside was cool, thick with Gotham’s usual cocktail of damp asphalt and faint gasoline. Jordan adjusted his jacket, the harness stretching over his chest as he fished out his keys. A sleek, dark sedan sat parked under a flickering streetlight—a car that looked like it had seen action but was kept meticulously clean, much like the man himself. He popped the locks and shot Ash a look that was more command than invitation.
“Get in, Ash,” Jordan said, voice dropping even lower now that they were out of earshot from the bar’s buzz. “You’ve teased me long enough. Time to see if you can handle what you just signed up for.”
The blond could feel his cheeks burning with blush, flustered by Jordan’s forwardness. He wasn’t sure if it was the admittedly small amount of alcohol that was making his head spin or the dawning reality of what he’d just agreed to, but either way, he wasn’t about to back out. Not when that strong hand felt so good against his back, guiding him outside. Not when Jordan’s words sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. ‘Put you through it.’ What the hell did that mean? How rough was Jordan going to be with him? Was he really sure he could handle it?
Anxiety surging within, he masked it with a flirty smile, obeying the command to get in the sedan without protest. The comment about his teasing made him falter a bit, though. Perhaps he should be a little more upfront. Avoid a disastrous repeat of the last time someone had deigned to take him home. “Yeah, about that…” he started nervously, “you should probably know that I’ve never really done anything like this before. I mean, I tried. Once. It didn’t go well.” Deep breath. Nothing to be ashamed of. “Point is, I’m inexperienced, and might need you to show me the ropes before things get too…intense. Is…is that okay?” Ash suddenly felt incredibly small. Jordan was intimidating in many ways, which he definitely found attractive, but in this instance, he seemed to tower over the naïve college student with his authority and expertise. Ash hoped he hadn’t dampened the mood between them, but would understand if his admission gave the man pause.
Closed Starter | DC Verse | @runyou-clever-boy
Dark eyes glanced up to regard the stranger curiously. He’d been sitting in the park, poring over some notes on the latest article he’d started writing about how Gotham’s perpetual blanket of smog had affected tree growth, but a flicker of movement had caught his eye, and now he couldn’t stay focused. It didn’t take long for him to give up entirely, closing his journal and rising to address the stranger properly. “Hey, man, are you okay?”
Zacharias looked up from his own notebook, adjusting the strap of his worn leather messenger bag as he gave Ash a cautious once-over. His sharp blue eyes softened slightly at the concern in the other’s gaze, though the edges of his mouth betrayed the faintest hint of a smirk. “Yeah… I think I’m okay,” he said, though his tone carried the practiced hesitance of someone used to brushing off curiosity. He shifted, leaning back against the park bench to take in his surroundings more fully, as if gauging whether danger might be nearby.
He ran a hand through his blonde hair, messy from a long day chasing leads across Gotham’s streets. “I just… got caught up thinking about something,” he admitted, nodding toward the scattered notes and scribbles in his notebook. “Gotham’s got a way of doing that to you, you know? One minute you’re watching the trees in a park, the next you’re wondering if the guy across the street is casing the neighborhood, or if the smog really is killing the oaks.” He chuckled lightly, a sound that was more nervous than amused.
Zacharias tilted his head, studying Ash with a mixture of curiosity and mild wariness, the journalist instinct in him quietly assessing. “You’re not usually out here alone at this hour, are you? Most people either rush past, eyes glued to their phones, or they’ve got their own dark little corners to hide in.” He paused, then added with a shrug, “But, uh… it’s kind of nice seeing someone actually paying attention to the world for a change.” His fingers tapped absently against the cover of his notebook, restless energy lingering in the movement.
“So,” he said finally, leaning forward a little, his expression a mix of interest and caution, “what’s your story? You here just to enjoy the trees, or are you digging into something a bit more… Gotham-esque?”
The comment about smog killing the oaks gave him pause, causing him to wonder briefly if the stranger was some sort of mind reader. He dismissed the errant thought, though the fact that this man also happened to be writing in a journal was intriguing. Whomever he was, he seemed jumpy, but nice enough that Ash didn’t immediately want to vacate his presence. At the mention of the late hour, he blanched a little and checked his watch. Apparently, he’d totally lost track of time. Again. “Honestly, I didn’t even realize it was that late, but that’s pretty on par for me, yeah,” he admitted with a sheepish chuckle. “I have got to get better about that. Wait, you’re also out here alone, though.” Head cocking lightly to one side, he looked the other man over properly now, trying to determine if he was a threat or not.
Didn’t seem like it. His rambling actually eased Ash’s mind a little. Paying attention to the world. Right. He seemed harmless enough. “A little of both, actually,” he answered, finding no harm in telling the other man what he was working on. “I’m studying journalism at Gotham University, but my main focus is on environmental science. I eventually want to report on how various companies and criminal organizations are impacting what little natural life still grows here, but for now, I’m stuck writing an essay about trees and smog, and hoping that my professor doesn’t totally check out while reading it.”
A wry grin crossed his face when he finally realized how close the guy had gotten. Evidently, he’d managed to attract some intrigue, as well. He didn’t move away, too comfortable in his spot beneath the lovely shifting leaves of the wide oak, but allowed himself to lean back against it in an effort to regain a bit of personal space. “What about you? What brings you out here all by your lonesome?”
Zach’s lips twitched at the confession, half amusement, half recognition. He shifted his bag into his lap and idly thumbed through the edges of his notebook, though his eyes never left Ash. “Guess that makes two of us with terrible time management,” he said dryly. “You lose track writing about trees, I lose track chasing stories that may or may not get me killed.”
He let that hang for a moment, studying the way Ash leaned back against the oak as though anchoring himself there. It softened something in him—most people he met in Gotham were guarded to the point of paranoia, but this stranger’s openness was disarming.
“Journalism and environmental science, huh?” he echoed, tone carrying a note of approval. “That’s… gutsy. People here barely notice the sky’s turned the color of cigarette ash, and the corporations who make it that way would rather no one ever point a finger at them. You dig into that too deeply, you’re bound to make enemies. But…” He shrugged, glancing briefly at the dark skyline beyond the park. “Maybe Gotham needs more people like you who actually give a damn about something other than lining their pockets or staying alive.”
When the question was turned back on him, Zacharias’s smirk returned, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees. “Me? I write, too. Investigative stuff. Not for school, though—I make my living off it. Means I spend more time chasing shadows and making people uncomfortable with questions than I probably should.” He tapped his pen against the cover of the journal, restless again. “Tonight, I told myself I’d just… take a breather. Parks are quiet enough that I can pretend Gotham isn’t rotting from the inside out.”
His gaze lingered on Ash a moment longer, curious now in a way he didn’t bother to hide. “Funny, though. Didn’t expect to bump into another writer out here. Most nights it’s just the rats and me.” He chuckled, low and rough, before adding, “So what made you choose Gotham U for that? Could’ve gone somewhere a little less… well, Gotham.”
The terrible time management comment made him chuckle despite his nerves. It was always sort of nice to know that he wasn’t alone in the world. “I actually got diagnosed with ADHD when I was a kid. Apparently that’s one of the main symptoms?” Not something he should probably be telling a stranger, but Zach didn’t strike him as someone who would use that information to ridicule him. If anything, the man was a kindred spirit.
“You’re an investigative journalist? That’s…brave.” And dangerous as hell in a city like this. He’d already heard the other mention pursuing stories that might get him killed, and that was enough to warrant a slightly worried tone entering Ash’s voice. He barely knew this man, but already hated the thought of him getting hurt, especially while trying to help others. “I mean, yeah, I care about the world we live in, but you’re putting yourself at risk to aid the people around you, too. That’s pretty noble, if you ask me. Off-putting questions aside. It’s good that you’re taking a break, though. Can’t keep your nose to the grindstone one-hundred percent of the time.” A lesson that he’d learned the hard way several times over.
The tree’s rough bark felt soothing against his back. Warm. Reassuring. He felt no desire to bolt at the moment, having fallen into easy conversation with Zach despite his earlier misgivings, but if the other did decide to try and harm him after all, the sturdy oak would make for a quick and easy escape route. Hopefully, it wouldn’t come to that. Ash didn’t like showing off his Druidic power to others, and he had the sneaking suspicion that such a display of magic might only make him more fascinating to the journalist. He smiled when he heard Zach laugh, though, endeared by the roughness of it. “Honestly, I didn’t choose it. Would’ve rather gone to a more specialized university, like Texas A&M, but my dad graduated from Gotham U, and wanted at least one of his kids to follow in his footsteps.” Hazel eyes rolled at the memory of many arguments lost to his parents about his future. “The Briarwood name was meant for journalists, Ash, and Gotham needs another Briarwood!” he crowed, mimicking his father’s English accent perfectly before switching back to his own. “Too bad he didn’t specify what kind of journalist. I’d rather write about trees and smog than use the not-so-private business of celebrities and billionaires to boost my own ego.”
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Ash had been a total wreck for the past few weeks. At first, he thought Kit might have been ghosting him for some reason or another, which was upsetting enough, but when he’d dropped by the other’s family business to ask in person if he’d done something wrong, he was alarmed to find that Mr. and Mrs. Summers hadn’t heard from their son, either. They’d gone to the police and declared him missing that morning.
Two days turned into four, then into a week. Nothing.
By the end of week two, Ash had begun to lose hope. He’d tried to shift his journalistic talents toward investigation rather than environmental studies, following up on what few leads he’d managed to find, but his efforts were in vain. Kit was gone. Vanished without a trace.
Or so he thought, until a frantic knock on his apartment door woke him up at three in the morning. He hadn’t even been asleep for that long, maybe an hour, which meant that he was especially groggy, practically delirious, when he shuffled out to answer it. What Ash saw when he opened the door shocked him to his core: his lost paramour standing there in the flesh. He almost couldn’t believe it! Gawking at the other man owlishly, he blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating, then surged forward to throw his arms around the man. “Kit! Y-you’re alive! I was afraid I’d never see you again! Where were you?! Are you alright? Have you talked to your parents yet? I mean, they’ve been worried sick, too…” His words came out in a flood. So. Many. Questions! But he couldn’t help himself.
halloween/fall starters ! 🎃
masterlist of autumn and halloween themed sentence starters!
❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞
❝ thanks for bringing me to this fall festival. ❞
❝ let’s go to the fall carnival! ❞
❝ let’s go get a pumpkin frappucino! ❞
❝ do you wanna go walk in the leaves with me? ❞
❝ did you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? let me see it. ❞
❝ how does my pumpkin look? ❞
❝ we can go get hot chocolate after this movie? ❞
❝ want to go to this halloween party with me after school? ❞
❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞
❝ let’s paint pumpkins. ❞
❝ hurry up! we’re going to be late for the costume party! ❞
❝ help me decorate! ❞
❝ let’s open some windows, okay? ❞
❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞
❝ bring a jacket! ❞
❝ i didn’t expect it to get so cold. can i borrow your jacket? ❞
❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞
❝ let’s go pick pumpkins! ❞
❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞
❝ you sound sick. are you sick? ❞
*throws leaves on your head*
*sneeze* ❝ sorry, allergies. ❞
❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞
❝ looks like it’s time to rake the leaves… ❞
❝ let’s go get hot chocolate then go for a walk. ❞
❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞
❝ let’s go jump in the leaves! ❞
❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞
❝ it’s dark?! already?! ❞
❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞
❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞
❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞
❝ did you hear about the werewolf/vampire/witch roaming around this town on halloween night? ❞
❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞
❝ i don’t get scared. i’m practically fearless. ❞
❝ did you hear that? ❞
❝ we have to get out of here! ❞
❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞
❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞
❝ what did you get? ❞
❝ want to trade candy? ❞
❝ i got a rock. ❞
❝ don’t blame me! it was your idea to come in here! ❞
❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞
❝ i just can’t wait for halloween! ❞
❝ you should totally buy that costume! ❞
❝ trick or treat! ❞
❝ happy halloween! ❞
❝ happy fall! ❞
❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞
❝ i’ll race you through the corn maze! ❞
❝ that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks. ❞
❝ aww come on! it was a prank! ❞
❝ please, please, PLEASE no scary movie marathon! ❞
❝ that wasn’t funny! ❞
❝ i keep tripping over my costume. ❞
❝ i’m not sure we should go down that street. ❞
❝ no fair! your costume is getting you more candy. ❞
❝ faster! we need to get to all of the houses! ❞
❝ forget being ‘too old’ to trick or treat. i’m doing this forever! ❞
❝ i don’t like these woods. ❞
❝ i just saw something! ❞
❝ look at that intestine cake! ❞
❝ i’ll trade you candy. ❞
❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞
❝ do you think stuff really happens on halloween? like..supernatural stuff. ❞
❝ i made us matching costumes! ❞
❝ i think i just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us? ❞
❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞
❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞
❝ you shouldn’t go out there! ❞
❝ s-scared? me? i’m not..scared. ❞
a collection of my own writings … sentence starters a warning for dark themes and profanity
“ i still have the scars. “
“ you will not hurt me, again. “
“ and, despite it all, i survived. “
“ my innocence died with them. “
“ please, give me a reason to stay. “
“ eventually, you just get used to it. “
“ even hell would spit me back out. “
“ you’re still a fighter, right? prove it. “
“ remorse has no place in my heart. “
“ i’m sorry. i never meant to change. “
“ strike me again and you will learn… “
“ i am stronger than this. i have to be. “
“ ——– but, you said that you loved me? “
“ you point and laugh as i crack and break. “
“ is there anything left in your shallow heart? “
“ i know there’s no fixing me, i’m too far gone. “
“ how did your gentle heart become so jaded? “
“ don’t cry for me, now. don’t you dare. not you. “
“ you’ve been fighting too hard for too long, now. “
“ my halo keeps slipping down. it’s choking me, now. “
“ their lives aren’t worthless. they’re just… worth less. “
“ your touch does not need to be soft. i will not break. “
“ i’ve paid for my sins. now, i come to collect for yours. “
“ your hands looked like safety… until they turned to fists. “
“ i was too young. i didn’t know. i tried. i did try. i am sorry. “
“ there is nothing beautiful about the way i’ve been broken. “
“ but moving on means letting you go, and i’m not ready, yet. “
“ spit out the blood and keep going. be strong. they still need you. “
“ someday, i’ll be strong enough, brave enough… not today, not yet. “
” poor little lamb, so lost and afraid… bleating for help that never came. “
“ you threaten to throw me to the wolves? do it. i’ll be in better company there. “
“ in all these years, your arms are the only place that have ever felt like a home. “
“ as the flames rise, i will laugh while you choke on the ashes of all your mistakes. “
“ you were iron and i was glass. how easy it must have been to shatter me at your feet. “
“ the worst part is when i can look someone in the eye and say ‘ it’s okay, i’m used to it’. “
“ ‘ where’s your conscience? where’s your heart? ‘ they’re six feet under, dead and gone. “
“ come back to bed, my dear. you’ve woven these sheets with webs of lies… now sleep in it. “
“ i don’t know which is worse: remembering everything you did to me, or knowing that you don’t. “
“ you are whole galaxies encased behind patient smiles and a gentle heart, beautiful and infinite. “
“ you are a thunderstorm. fierce. intense. powerful. dangerous. and I wouldn’t want you any other way. “
“ somehow, without me even realizing it, you became so, so important… the most important part of my life. “
“ i was broken, again and again, melted down, remade, reforged, until nothing remained of who i’d been before. “
“ all of your pretty words cannot convince me there is a shred of beauty left in that vile, putrid wreckage you presume to call a heart. “
“ they shattered you apart, rebuilt you from the shards. and, now, when you look in the mirror… you can’t even tell who you used to be. “
“ you deserve so much more than these jagged pieces… these shards of what i used to be. because, in the end, they will only cut you down. “
hey. don't cry. how the gentle wind beckons through the leaves as autumn colors fall. okay?
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 . ( a collection of mixed action prompts. adjust phrasing as desired. potentially mature content within. )
[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away."
[ 2. ] sender teaches receiver self-defense, hands firm on their hips as they adjust their stance.
[ 3. ] sender presses their forehead to receiver's, voice breaking as they murmur, "i don't know how to fix this, but i'm not leaving."
[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.
[ 5. ] sender combs their fingers through receiver's hair in the aftermath of a traumatic event, whispering words of comfort.
[ 6. ] sender whispers, “i’ve thought about this all day,” before pinning receiver against a wall for a searing kiss.
[ 7. ] sender wipes away the receiver’s falling tears with their thumb and whispers, “i’m here."
[ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me."
[ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself."
[ 10. ] sender finds receiver drunk at a party, sighing. "let’s get you home."
[ 11. ] sender is discovered sleepwalking by receiver.
[ 12. ] sender steals receiver’s weapon and presses it to their own chest, daring: “go ahead. prove me right.”
[ 13. ] sender ‘accidentally’ flashes receiver while changing, purring, "see something you like?"
[ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood.
[ 15. ] sender takes over while receiver is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it.
[ 16. ] sender frantically grips receiver by the shoulders, "don't you dare close your eyes."
[ 17. ] sender fixes receiver’s crooked [ tie / jewelry ], teasing, "nervous?"
[ 18. ] sender shakes receiver out of a nightmare, comforting them in the aftermath. "same nightmare again?"
[ 19. ] sender brings hot tea and medication to a [ hungover / ill ] receiver.
[ 20. ] sender invites receiver to dance with them, insisting, "what? this song's perfect."
[ 21. ] sender leaves a single rose on receiver’s windshield with a note: "you’re being followed. smile."
[ 22. ] sender pins receiver’s wrists during a sparring match, grinning, "yield."
[ 23. ] sender playfully steals something from receiver, initiating a chase. "come and get it, then."
[ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."
[ 25. ] receiver returns home only to find sender already there. "finally."
[ 26. ] after a pleasant night out together, sender asks: "can i kiss you goodnight?"
[ 27. ] sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up."
[ 28. ] sender shoves receiver against a vending machine to dodge security, breathless. "act natural."
[ 29. ] sender wakes receiver in the throes of a nightmare, reassuring them, "it's okay, it's not real."
[ 30. ] sender purposefully antagonizes receiver, hurling insults; "what are you gonna do about it?"
Send me *knock knock* for my muse’s reaction to yours showing up at their door after being missing for two weeks.
Closed Starter | DC Verse | @just-asimple-brunette
Exhausted and ready to go home after a long day of classes and work, Ash was hardly paying attention to what was going on around him. Probably not a good idea in Gotham, but he couldn’t help it. The poor druid was beyond out of it. At some point in his delirium, however, he’d taken a wrong turn, and now nothing looked familiar. On top of that, it was getting dark out, both because of the setting sun and because of the dark, angry clouds rolling in overhead. A clap of distant thunder was enough to make his anxiety spike. He tried to pull out his phone and use it as a gps, hands shaking, but fumbled it and sent it clattering to the ground. Cursing under his breath, he bent down to retrieve it, and was dismayed to find that the screen had shattered upon hitting the pavement.
“Damn it! Just what I needed today…,” he hissed, straightening back up, only to be startled by nearly running into a familiar face. “Ah, shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to- Oh. It’s you.” The secretary who’d kicked him out due to thinking that he was a reporter. At least he’d been kind enough to return the pendant Ash had left behind in his haste to get out. It hung heavy around his neck as he stared back at James awkwardly, nerves frayed. “Sorry. Again. I’m not stalking you, I swear, just…tired and horribly lost. I don’t even know how I got here. Do you happen to know where this building is?” He asked, rattling off the address of his apartment complex and trying not to jump as thunder cracked the sky once more.
James felt something in his chest unclench—an odd, domestic sort of relief that surprised him. He gave Ash’s fingers a squeeze in return, slow and careful, like he was testing the water. “Good,” he said, voice quieter than before. “Because I’m terrible at starts sometimes too. I…get nervous about screwing things up.” He let out a short, self-deprecating laugh. “So we can totally be amateurish together. Partnership by incompetence.”
A low rumble of thunder made them both look up. James shrugged out of his trench and shrugged it back on over Ash’s shoulders before the younger man could protest. The coat smelled faintly of cigarette smoke and coffee — all the comforting, tired things of a man who worked late. “Here. Keep this,” he said. “You’re soaked and you’re not going to get home frozen. I’ll walk you the rest of the way and we’ll—” he paused, considering how forward to be “—we’ll start over. No alcohol, no assumptions. Coffee? A proper apology? Your call.”
He glanced at the smashed phone in Ash’s other hand and cocked an eyebrow. “We can swap numbers when you get home if you want. Or I can drop by the precinct and give you my card—less chance of it getting lost than a cracked screen.” He teased, but there was sincerity under it. “And hey — you don’t have to explain everything all at once. Tell me one thing about you right now that isn’t crying-in-the-streets worthy. I’ll go first: I make terrible playlists and I will absolutely subject you to them if you come over.”
The rain picked up, streaking the streetlights into smeared stars. James fell into step beside him, keeping a hand lightly at the small of Ash’s back in case the wind pushed them apart. “You okay with me walking you? I know a few shortcuts that aren’t infamous for mugging. And if you get jumpy, tell me to shut up and point out the nearest safe place. I’ll behave.” His lip hooked into a half-smile, something warmer than the ribbing from earlier. “One clean start. No drama. Deal?”
Ash listened as the older man talked, finding a certain comfort in his voice. Partnership in incompetence sounded oddly refreshing. It was clear that the secretary wanted there to be no pressure between them, which he was certainly grateful for, there was also a desire for connection that mirrored what Ash had already expressed.
The thunder brought him out of his thoughts, but before it could send a chill down his spine, he felt a comforting weight settle over his shoulders. James had given him his overcoat, likely worried that the thin hoodie he wore would not be enough to ward off the chill of the rain. What a gentleman! Ash’s cheeks flushed a rosy hue as he gladly accepted the act of chivalry. “Coffee sounds amazing right about now,” he admitted with a small smile, “as does starting over with clear heads. And I can just write down your number when I get home, especially if you want to stay and talk for a while. Then I can just add it to my phone once I get the screen fixed.” That would make excellent motivation for him not to forget, if he was being completely honest.
The challenge to reveal something about himself that didn’t make him sound like a complete sad sack caught him off-guard, if only because it put into perspective just how pathetic he must have seemed. He couldn’t even feign insult, only chuckle at how foolish he’d been, though the playlist comment was equally amusing. “Alright, alright, I’ll try to lighten up!” he relented, searching momentarily for a detail to unveil. “Technically,” he started, “I have two first languages. My dad is from England, and my mother is from Austria, so I grew up speaking English and German fluently. Ich bin zweisprachig. Actually, I used to annoy my teachers because I would write my rough drafts for essays mostly in German— stream of consciousness and whatnot— and forget to translate them before turning them in for approval. Still happens occasionally, although college professors are a little more forgiving.”
Anxious as he still was, especially now that the storm was really starting to kick up, Ash was almost starting to enjoy their little walk. James’s hand on his back sent warmth blooming in his core; they were so close, now, and he hadn’t even realized it. He’d be a fool to pull away. “Yeah, I’m fine with it. More than fine, actually. I appreciate your kindness. Feels less daunting with you guiding me.” He made the mistake of glancing over at James right as he flashed that half-grin, and it nearly made his brain short circuit. Ohhhh, that was deeply unfair! “Deal,” he answered, still reeling a bit.
Closed Starter | DC Verse | @alreadychoking-onmy-pride
“Yeah, I’m not sure if you’re flirting or just being a jerk, but either way, I’m gonna pass, dude. I don’t do mixed signals.” Ash had wanted a fun night out to escape the pressures of college and the general stress that came with living in Gotham, but it was quickly turning sour. He supposed he just had terrible luck with guys in bars. This wasn’t the first encounter he’d had where a grade-A hottie had turned mean on him, but hey, at least he hadn’t been foolish enough to leave with him, yet. He just wished the dude wasn’t so attractive. As much as he protested, Ash admired his arrogance in a way. Perhaps that was why he couldn’t quite make himself walk away just yet.
Jordan’s smirk widened into something more satisfied, a flash of triumph gleaming in those dark eyes. Not smug—no, this was the look of a man who had just gotten exactly what he wanted. He drained the last of his whiskey in one smooth motion, the amber liquid sliding down like it was nothing, then set the glass aside with a soft clink that seemed louder than it should in the bar’s murmur of noise.
The jukebox crooned some tired blues riff in the corner, neon lights buzzing overhead, catching the sheen of his leather harness where it stretched over his chest as he leaned forward. “Good,” Jordan said simply, his voice low enough that Ash felt it in his stomach more than he heard it. “I don’t do games, Ash. Not when I’ve made up my mind. And I’ve made it up about you.”
He pushed up from the booth with the kind of fluid, predatory grace that made heads turn even in Gotham’s rougher watering holes. The tailored suit jacket shifted with him, and there was no hiding how the fabric of his trousers pulled snug over the shape of his ass, every movement measured, intentional. He slid out into the aisle, pausing to let Ash follow, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips as if daring him to second-guess the decision now.
The bar seemed to hum around them, conversations dimming at the edges of Ash’s awareness. All he could really see was Jordan—his broad shoulders cutting a line through the smoke-hazed air, his badge glinting faintly on his belt like both a warning and a promise. When Jordan turned back slightly, catching Ash’s gaze over his shoulder, there was fire in his eyes.
“Come on, kid,” he murmured, voice a rough growl beneath the buzz of neon. “Let’s get you out of here before I change my mind and take you right against this booth.”
He meant it, too. That sharp edge in his tone told Ash just how thin Jordan’s patience was running—and just how badly he wanted to cash in on the promise of tonight.
If there had still been any doubt in Ash’s mind that this man wanted to totally ravish him, it would have evaporated upon hearing Jordan’s last comment. He found himself too stunned to speak, rising to follow Jordan without hesitation. The look the detective was leveling his way was downright devilish, enough to make his legs feel like jelly.
Still, he managed a grin despite himself, briefly biting his bottom lip before words finally found him. “So that’s what I have to look forward to, huh? You taking me?” It felt good to hear, and even better to say. He hadn’t realized how badly he wanted to be taken until the word left his lips. God, he couldn’t wait! What had he been apprehensive about in the first place? He couldn’t remember under the weight of Jordan’s lustful glare, having already imagined himself moaning out the other man’s name later. Part of him wondered if he was even remotely ready for what was to come, but now was not the time for doubts.
“Let’s get going, then. I’d hate to keep you waiting, but I also would prefer not to have an audience.” He was beyond ready to get the hell out of this bar as fast as humanly possible. “My place or yours?” he asked without thinking, realizing too late that his apartment was nowhere near fit for entertaining a guest.
➻ Roleplay Sentence Starters: First Interaction
Friendly / Casual
“Hi… I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m…”
“Hey there, mind if I join you?”
“You look like someone I should know… am I right?”
“Hello! I haven’t seen you around here before.”
“I was hoping I’d run into someone like you.”
“Hey, do you come here often?”
Curious / Observant
“That’s… interesting. Where did you get that?”
“I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room.”
“You seem… different from the others I’ve met.”
“Do you always walk around with that look on your face?”
“I’ve been wondering about you… what’s your story?”
“Something about you feels familiar… have we met?”
Shy / Hesitant
“Uh… hi. I’m not great at this, but…”
“I… I didn’t mean to intrude, but…”
“Hello… I wasn’t sure if I should say anything, but…”
“I guess this is awkward, but… can we talk?”
“I’m not sure how to start this, but…”
“Sorry, I just… had to say hello.”
Flirty / Playful
“Well, hello there… didn’t expect to see someone like you here.”
“Do you always make an entrance like that, or am I lucky?”
“I was hoping fate would lead me to you tonight.”
“You have the kind of face I’m going to remember.”
“I was wondering… could I tempt you into a conversation?”
“Careful… I don’t usually smile at strangers… but you might be worth it.”
Mysterious / Intriguing
“I’ve been waiting for someone like you.”
“You wouldn’t understand if I told you… but maybe I’ll try.”
“There’s something about you… I can’t quite place it.”
“I don’t usually talk to people, but you’re different.”
“Not many notice me… yet here you are.”
“I have a feeling we’re going to see each other again… sooner than you think.”
Bold / Direct
“I’ve got a feeling you and I are going to get along.”
“You look like trouble… am I right?”
“Let’s cut the small talk—what are you really about?”
“I think we need to get to know each other.”
“I don’t waste time… but I might make an exception for you.”
“Don’t look so surprised. I talk to interesting people first.”
Playful / Humorous
“I swear, if you say you’re new here, I’ll laugh… but welcome anyway.”
“Well, someone had to break the ice, might as well be me.”
“If we’re supposed to be enemies, I think you just lost that chance.”
“I’m not great at first impressions, but let’s see how this goes.”
“You seem suspiciously interesting… I approve.”
“Guess what? You’re officially my new acquaintance.”
✦･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✦
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟎𝟎𝟐
❝ angry confessions ❞ edition
✦･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✦
✦ 01 — "You want to know what's wrong? I'm in love with you, and I'm tired of pretending I'm not!"
✦ 02 — “Don't you think you're overreacting?” “I think I’m in love and I don’t know where to put it!”
✦ 03 — “Stop calling it a mistake. It wasn’t.”
✦ 04 — "Don't you dare walk away from me—not after everything—not when I'm finally telling you the truth."
✦ 05 — "God, you're so blind! Everyone can see it but you—I've been in love with you for years!"
✦ 06 — "I'm not jealous, I'm…oh, I'm in love with you, you idiot!"
✦ 07 — "You're really going to stand there and pretend you don't know? After all this time?"
✦ 08 — "I'm tired of being the one who loves more. I'm always the one who loves more."
✦ 09 — “I can live without you. I just really, really don’t want to.”
✦ 10 — “I don’t want an almost. I want you. I want you.”
✦ 11 — “Don’t make me the villain because you’re afraid of wanting me.”
✦ 12 — “You asked for honesty. Here it is: I’m in love with you and it’s ruining my life.”
✦ 13 — “You think I like this? You think I like wanting you every time you breathe?”
✦ 14 — “Stop pretending you don’t know. You’re not stupid—you’re scared.”
✦ 15 — “Stop being so damn noble and just admit you feel it, too.”
✦ 16 — "I've tried to move on—God knows I've tried—but I can't get you out of my head!"
✦ 17 — "You know what? Forget it. Forget I said anything. Forget I exist."
✦ 18 — "I can't breathe when you're near me, and I can't breathe when you're not—that's how fucked up you've made me."
✦ 19 — "I'm furious with you because I love you too much to watch you destroy yourself like this!"
✦ 20 — "I'm not angry because I hate you, I'm angry because I love you more than I've ever loved anything and it terrifies me!"
✦ 21 — "God, you're impossible! And I love you. I love you so much it makes me stupid."
✦ 22 — "Stop pushing me away! I'm not going anywhere—I'm too in love with you to leave!"
✦ 23 — "You think I'm mad about the stupid fight? I'm mad because I almost lost you!"
✦ 24 — "You infuriate me because you make me feel things I've never felt before!"
✦ 25 — "I can't think straight when you're around! Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
✦ 26 — "Yes, I'm overreacting! Because I'm in love with you and the thought of losing you makes me crazy!"
✦ 27 — “I’m not going anywhere. That’s the part you keep forgetting.”
✦ 28 — “You don’t scare me. Losing you does.”
✦ 29 — “You think you’re too much? I want all of it.”
✦ 30 — "I'm not fighting with you, I'm fighting for you! Can't you see the difference?"
✦ 31 — "You're right, I am being irrational. Love isn't rational!"
✦ 32 — "Yes, I'm making a scene! Because quiet hasn't worked, subtle hasn't worked, and I'm out of options!"
✦ 33 — "You want me to be reasonable? I'm in love with you—reason left the building months ago!"
✦ 34 — “There. I said it. Are you happy now? I love you, you complete and utter idiot.”
✦ 35 — “Yes, I’m jealous! Of course I’m jealous! How could I not be when I’m desperately in love with you?”
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feel free to use these! credits not needed but appreciated ♥
