JUST • KILLING • TIME

I'M STILL AWAKE • I WON'T GO AWAY • IT'S GONNA TAKE MORE THAN YOU CAN BRING • CALLING MY NAME • HEAVEN IS CALLING MY NAME • • • BUT I'M NOT DEAD YET • SO WATCH ME BURN • • •

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MUSES

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MORTAL KOMBAT Kitana Mileena Sindel Bi-Han

FATE GRAND ORDER Medb Olga-Marie Animusphere Reines El-Melloi BB Meltryllis Jeanne d'Arc Mordred Ushiwakamaru Robin Hood Cu Chullain Suzuka Gozen Ibaraki-douji Shuten-douji Minamoto no Raikou Tamamo-no-mae Carmilla Tristain

GARDEN OF SINNERS Fujino Asagami Touko Aozaki Azaka Kokutou

TWISTED WONDERLAND Jade Leech Floydd Leech Leona Kingscholar Ruggie Bucchi Rook Hunt Cater Diamond Riddle Rosehearts

ARCANE Sevika Caitlyn Kiramman Jayce Talis Ekko

GOD OF HIGH SCHOOL Q Han Daewi Mira Yoo Taek Jegal

BLACK SURVIVAL: IMMORTAL SOUL Rozzi Silvia Piquet Jang Hyunwoo

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fearxtoxfreedom asked: Gemma @ Tara : Fucking myself, wanna see? (text message)

Still at work -- Long days just didn’t seem to end anymore. Maybe because she no longer looked forward to going home? Wasn’t as if Jax would be home. She’d chased away Gemma. And there was a non-zero chance the walking reminder that Abel WASN’T. HER. SON. Would come waltzing around with another empty threat of a CUSTODY BATTLE that that bitch could ONLY lose. Was lonely at home alone. All she could hear was those thoughts in her head. Biting, scratching, clawing at her psyche, screaming out in her mind. JUST WHO ARE YOU NOW?! And she never had an answer. All she could do was tear her hair out, trash the kitchen, curl up in the shower naked, and cry. …

She usually coped with that through alcohol and weed. NOT UNLIKE A CERTAIN OTHER WOMAN SHE KNEW. And the times it all just became too much? She just wanted to walk away. Run away. DRIVE AWAY. Just her and the night. How had things gone so awry? She’d only ever had the best of intentions… Buzz of her phone and her eyes flicked. GEMMA? Glance out the window, tongue flicking at her teeth and she sighed, checking the message. Eyes snapped wide in an instant. Oh? Looks like Gemma got her message… And had one of her own to deliver. Bite of her lip. Clit throbbed and she shuffled in her office chair.

( sms. Teller-Morrow )  So that bitch in my office today? ( sms. Teller-Morrow )  Tell me what was she doing before you paid her for your little power play? ( sms. Teller-Morrow )  Two dicks in her ass like Luann? ( sms. Teller-Morrow )  Lyla’s thirteenth pussy of the month? ( sms. Teller-Morrow )  No. I got it. Another Crow-Eater for SAMCRO to ruin and sell off to Belfast? ( sms. Teller-Morrow )  Whose was it this time? Ratboy? Phil? And how many times did you bust her nose until she learned her place?

Thank God they were talking over a screen right now. No shot could she hide lust darkened eyes or the intense focus she had on the conversation if Gemma was here IN PERSON. And there was no shot she could hold herself back if she was watching Gemma FUCK HERSELF in person, either. She had to maintain her composure. Gemma was just WANTING HER to slip the fuck up right about now.

( sms. Teller-Morrow )  The fuck yourself wasn’t LITERAL, y’know?

And yet…

( sms. Teller-Morrow )  But something tells me you’re gonna show me anyway. ( sms. Teller-Morrow )  Just wish you wouldn’t pull these little stunts while I’m at work…

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fearxtoxfreedom asked: @ Wendy & Tara, why do you keep fucking Jax if Gemma is clearly a better lay?

Tara looked up from her desk, well her OLD desk. She wasn’t going to be a doctor here much longer. And this wasn’t going to be her office. Dark eyes pierced the other as if trying to peer into their soul, cogs turning within her mind, questioning how they even know about Gemma. This HAD to be one of that twisted bitch’s taunts… “What I do with Jax is my business. And if what I do with Gemma is your business. Then I suggest you ask HER.” Cold reply, voice unwavering and she turned back away. Still the question dug into her mind like a leucotome being pushed through her eye socket for a transorbital lobotomy. The truth was? Far too complicated to hash out with a random cunt bitch in her office at the hospital. And in deeper truth? She hadn’t entirely even hashed it out with her own CONSCIENCE & SUBCONSCIOUS.

She supposed she had something to prove. TO FIX. Like an obsessive compulsive dictatorship within her mind, telling her that the only scenario in which gets out of this as a GOOD PERSON would be if she was with Jax & the kids, and if she helped him escape the lifetime she’d previously ABANDONED HIM to suffer through all alone. She never should’ve left. Or maybe she never should’ve come back. Wasn’t it ironic, though? In coming back home and taking back Jax, she’d neglected to share her deepest secret. And, no, somehow she WASN’T talking about her abortion. No, no… The truth was? Tara had made the decision to leave after she’d cheated on Jax WITH GEMMA at the tender age of eighteen .She was lost and confused -- SCARED. Definitely scared. And she panicked and she believed the best thing she could do was leave this mess before it erupted right in her face.

In her mind that made HER the problem. HER the monster. She’d been the unfaithful one. And as Gemma repeatedly would tell her. She & Tara? Leaving Jax? Leaving Charming? Would RUIN HIM. So maybe Gemma only had herself to blame for Tara’s obsession with fixing what she’d broken. Oh, who was Tara kidding? That was her desperate need to appear INNOCENCE & BLAMELESS. Tara had made this mess. She knew she would. And still she left. She hadn’t even come back for Jax. She’d come back for the SAFETY he’d provide from Kohn -- The man she’d married and been impregnated by while Jax was falling apart. And once he’d killed Kohn for her? Well, how the fuck was she supposed to leave THEN? …Turned out Gemma wasn’t the only one living a tangled web of manipulative lies. Besides, perhaps they were right. After all, the truest words she’d ever spoken to Jax were that night she’d FORCED HIM to tell her he loved her. And he did. Before asking her if she loved him…

“If I could stop, I would…”

That wasn’t love. That’d be like suggesting GEMMA was still in love with CLAY just because she had residual feelings for the man that beat her half to death and put a hit out on the mother of her grandchildren. SHE DIDN’T. Just… Situations could get unholy fucking complicated sometimes. And that’s where Tara currently was: Trapped between a man she should’ve loved from the start but didn’t, and a woman she shouldn’t have loved at all, yet did. What a fucking mess she’d made of this… “Hey…” She called out to the interfering third party. “You see, Gemma? Tell her to go FUCK HERSELF. And then tell her to meet me at the dive bar on Lincoln Avenue. I wanna ask her why she keeps fucking around with me, Wendy and Rita myself. FAIR’S FAIR, RIGHT?”

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fearxtoxfreedom asked: ❛ you look good like this. ❜ (li bai)

Shangguan glanced up toward Li Bai, deadpan glare, one of distrust and disgust. “Why am I not surprised?” Judgmental droll as she shifted against her bindings, rope thoroughly wrapped around her body, pushing up her breasts, burning into bare thighs. “Just get me out of here, already. And don’t mention a WORD of this to the Empress or Magistrate…” Continued struggles as she scowled at Li Bai, seeing a deeper LUST burning in his eyes. He really DID have a BDSM streak, huh?

She’d never felt more like a PIECE OF MEAT. And she’d spent years as a political prisoner and servant after her father was incarcerated for conspiracy to overthrow the monarchy. Still… There was something… EQUALLY ALLURING in Li Bai’s eyes… She’d also never really been afforded any freedom in her own life. Political slaves weren’t exactly ALLOWED to feel love. And many nobles would, ahem… INVITE THEMSELVES to be… ‘serviced’... by many of the maids. It was only with the favor of the Empress that Shangguan herself had escaped some of the WORSE fates of her fellow maids.

But still, the threat had made itself known. Sometimes a little too intimately… What she was feeling now confused her… Or perhaps EXCITED her? A girl not allowed to live her own life, actually feeling some level of WANT for the situation she was in? For the MAN who clearly wanted her, too… Maybe she’d have encouraged him if he wasn’t such a NARCISSISTIC ASSHAT. She could never allow him to know. So she tried to control her blush. Pinched her legs together to protect her modesty in her robe and maintained that murderous glare. “What are you waiting for? Gonna paint yourself a picture? Write a poem about it? Get me up!!” She just hoped he wouldn’t make her beg. She HATED begging…

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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

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BREATH CAUGHT IN THROAT — Tongue darting across teeth that swiftly trapped it in place. Biting down HARD. Swallowing the moans rumbling up her throat, tickling at tonsils. Eyes rolled back into skull, she lent into the doctor's "healing touch." Nipples hard as rocks grazing across shoulder-blades. & Then there were those WET, STICKY FINGERS painting a mural of carnal lust across exposed flesh. Proof of just how turned on Tara was. Girl was dripping FOR HER — Wait... No... She was dripping for Jackson. HER SON. You'd think that would be enough to dissuade Gemma. It really should have been... Instead, engorged clit THROBBED AGONIZINGLY beneath the toy, body instinctively rocking into the other woman. Aching for MORE. She'd blame Wendy. What the hell was taking that junkie whore so long? She'd told her to make it quick. Said she wanted to bend her over Jax & Tara's bed next. Take her FROM THE BACK this time. How dare she leave Gemma horny & wanting, then expect her to what? Not fuck her husband's hot wife when she crawled into bed, practically gift-wrapped for her? Another nip at her shoulder had her body shuddering. NECK CRANING to expose more skin to that greedy little mouth. Girl had to be getting a mouthful of her hair too, right? How the hell hadn't she noticed yet? & Why the hell hadn't Gemma put a stop to this before Wendy got back & all hell broke loose?

Tara was suckling at her pulse-point. Rough enough to LEAVE A MARK. Which, even if she managed to put a stop to this before Wendy got back, was gonna be really difficult to explain. (maybe she'd think she left it? they were drunk...) — Phone on the nightstand lit up the room. Buzzing and rumbling across wood. Would that finally be enough to snap EITHER of them outta their drunken, desire-driven haze? Shoulda been another CLUE to Tara that this in fact, wasn't Jackson. He wouldn't leave his main cell at home while he was out with the club. Yet, her stroking only intensified, & as fingertips TOYED with that swollen clit through drenched panties, her son's wife made no effort to stop it. NO. Instead, she grasped DESPERATELY at Gemma's wrist, shoving her hand into her panties, begging for more. Was always the quiet, "innocent" types that were the most freaky between the sheets. (not that tara had been particularly quiet or innocent as of late)

The other's shock SAID IT ALL. Was no secret, Jackson Teller was a selfish lover. He only cared to pump his seed inside of every woman he met, getting two of them pregnant in the process, before moving onto the next. One he'd ditched while she was still pregnant with his child 'cause he couldn't HANDLE IT. & Now he had the NERVE to keep Wendy away from her baby. He was her son, & she'd love & protect him forever, but he was an asshole. Just like his daddy. Point was ; Jax didn't GIVE A SHIT about the pussy he fucked. They were bodies to him. To take out all his pent up aggression & shit. & While, they weren't much MORE to Gemma half the time, at least she could say she always finished them off. (& then some) If it needed to be Tara's BIRTHDAY for her to have her husband go down on her, or even finger her? He was a worse lover than Clay. & That was sayin' somethin' — FUCK. The way Tara whimpered, whined, & panted beneath her fingertips? Music to her ears. She slid fingers through slick folds, gasping at how wet the girl was. Her own chest HEAVING. She stroked teasingly at that bundle of nerves. Sensitive & thrumming. NEEDING MORE. But Gemma chose to torment the poor thing. Besides, it was time for the big reveal...

“Mmhh~ You ready, baby?”

Digits slipped out of folds, gripping at the waistband of pants & panties, YANKING them down to the best of her ability. Hopefully Tara would give her a hand. (well, y'know, another one) This angle strained her wrist, but she couldn't roll over yet. Not until — THERE IT WAS. Pants & panties were pushed down. Revealing that pretty pussy. With a bite of her bottom lip, she finally rolled over, tossing one leg over Tara's stomach & STRADDLING IT. Thick cock erect & pressed right against her abdomen, pushed between their bodies as Gemma settled down on top of her. Staring her DEAD IN THE EYES, with lust-darkened RAVENOUS PITS. "You sure you want this, baby~?" Words were sang tauntingly. (& slurred due to the liquor) Spoken as if she'd got one up on Tara by tricking her into CRAVING HER COCK. Hips rocked, thick head of the plastic cock poking & prodding at Tara's flat tummy. All she'd have to do is slide down a bit, line up the toy, & thrust it inside. Stuff her like a turkey on Thanksgiving. But, she wasn't gonna give this BITCH the satisfaction of fooling herself into believing it was her husband, not her husband's MOTHER. "Please tell me you're lyin' about him only makin' you cum on your birthday? Thought I raised that boy better."

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Soft pants filled the air, a natural bodily reaction to the sounds of barely conscious pleasure spilling from her newfound partner. She and Jax had been on the rocks in recent weeks. Ever since he found out the truth about Clay and Opie... Oh, God, poor, dear Opie... Sex had always been a constant in Tara's life, a ghost in the wall, revealing the truth of her two-faced carnal instincts. She wasn't some good little doctor. She was a monster. Just like everyone else in this Godforsaken town. She buried it deep in blaming -- JUDGING -- Everyone else. It wasn't her fault. She was just an innocent girl caught in the poisonous lies and violent lives of everybody else. And yet strangely, for a doctor who often dressed well, held her tongue, believed in God, judged Gemma for having a hickey on her neck, and refused to let people see her babies while high on marijuana, she damn sure seemed to enjoy when Jax or Gemma (namely Gemma) railed her into various increasingly public walls. (And then there was her own increasingly violent mean streak.) If Tara was being honest, well, then a whole lot of her current woes wouldn’t exist now, would they? But just who would be left behind to look back in the mirror? To her original point, if she was being honest, it felt GOOD to be WANTED again… To hear the pleasure of someone else, to sense the anticipation and desperation of her partner. She hadn’t felt like this since… Well, since the LAST TIME she and Gemma had... 

Bite of her lip, and she firmly grasped at the shaft between their legs, flat of her tongue running up that neck, another tug of their ear. If only she could see in this dark, would the marks she was blotching Gemma’s skin with only make her MORE aroused than she already was? Or would she panic seeing the older woman? Would the guilt win out? Or… Or… Nah, Gemma would win. She always did. And Tara was always mad at her after. So why did it keep happening? Buzz of the phone went unheard by Tara’s dulled yet thoroughly absorbed senses. How could she pay attention to the world around her? Thomas could wake kicking, screaming, crying, and Tara honestly doubted she could have gathered enough of herself to be a GOOD MOM right about now. Fingers rubbed tight circles into her clit, stomach creasing, hips rolling, breasts quashing ever more prominently against the soft back of her lover. All the while, she held their hand beneath silky underwear, seeking friction for her swollen clit and sensitive folds, trying to guide fingers to her entrance. Whoever this was, Tara had rarely felt so alive. (Only with Gemma. Only ever with Gemma.) Boy, was she in for an existential crisis come the morning light. Though, with a certain someone on the way home... She may just have been due for that reality check far sooner than later.

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Another cigarette. How many had she burned through? Shit, she probably should’ve bought a pack at the liquor store. She’d just have to hope Gemma had a pack of her own back home. Or at least blame Gemma for Wendy not having any left. Seriously, where did Gemma get off? (Pretty much anywhere, at any time, verifiably with anyone she found hot.) Like, on a real, this bitch tries to kill her, starts to let her back in after rehab, kisses her, fucks her, sees her off to the halfway house, refuses to let her back in, fucks her again, starts to see that she had ACTUALLY CHANGED, fucks her again, opens up to her, fucks her more than a few more times, starts letting her see Abel, fucks her some more, and NOW they were having sex in Jax and Tara’s bed after spending the night together taking care of Thomas and Abel as if THEY were their legal guardians, and she somehow expected Wendy NOT to smoke a pack of 20 while she was out on their little booze run? A booze run that came with the promise of Gemma stuffing BOTH her holes when she got back? God, she hadn’t even cleaned up. She must have looked at least half a mess right now…

Beyond fixing up her hair, she didn’t give a shit about her tear stricken eyes or the juices sticking to her bare legs as she waltzed out into the cold night air wearing the same dishevelled black and orange flower print blouse and tight a-line skirt combo -- paired with a threaded denim jacket -- That had been FAR MORE APPROPRIATE at midday than midnight. (Let alone 3am.) Not like anyone would know. Just her and Gemma, and they were both probably getting off on the idea. Was telling that Wendy’s attention was more focused on the fact that Gemma -- THAT BITCH -- Hadn’t texted her back yet. Seriously, girl filled her with a cock not 30 minutes ago and couldn’t even reply to her text? Oh, that bitch was in SERIOUS SHIT when Wendy got back. Oh, who was she kidding? The alcohol and arousal would keep Gemma out of trouble, at least until the afterglow. Still, she was angry. A bite of her lip, and she puffed on her last cigarette before unscrewing the cap of her tequila and taking a swig. No shot a sheriff caught sight of her in this small ass backward town. Screwing the cap back in place, she let out a sigh, checking her phone again. “Oh, come on, you crazy bitch…” Was she talking to herself or about Gemma? (Likely both.) A sigh and she hit ‘Call’, holding the phone to her ear, lips parsed around the cigarette. “I swear to God if she’s asleep right now…”

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A desperate, pleading, gasp of needy lust as she felt that hand slip away from her clit and folds; out of her panties. Instinctive reach for their wrist, buck of her hips fucking her panty-clad pussy against the palm of their hand. But it didn't take long for Tara to TAKE A HINT, as said hand went to work yanking down her panties.  A lift of her hips, her own hand reaching to shove silk past her thigh. Shuffle of legs, squeezing thighs together, breath hitching as clit THROBBED, hungry for that touch to return once more. Knee slipped free, shuffling heels pushed panties completely-- FREEZE UP as the other's body flipped, quick like a cat, and way more fluidly than Jax had ever been capable of. She stopped breathing. “You're not Jax…” A suddenly TERRIFIED whisper choked free, and then something caught her by surprise… “GEMMA!!” She shouted out, head turning to the door. “GEMMA!!” Another call for help, without a care in the world if she woke Thomas or Abel. All she could think was getting her attacker off. … Of her*. Getting her attacker off her. 

Another return to the well as she felt her assailant's cock press into her stomach -- GOD NOW WAS NOT THE TIME TO BE WET & THROBBING. She called for help from a woman she had previously expressed to be TOO DANGEROUS to be around her kids. (Same woman she blamed for her supposed entrapment in Charming, as if escaping Charming would change the monsters within Tara & Jax - Especially in Oregon, where SAMCRO had another chapter.) “GEM--” That was when the person spoke, and the blur of vision gave way to a solid visual. “Gemma…?” Name murmured and for the slightest second, she found herself sinking into the mattress and, dare she say (no she didn't), felt a wave of relief wash over her. ‘You sure you want this, baby~?’ Heart skipped a beat and thighs pinched together as she felt a jolt of pleasure in her aching clit, anticipatory desire in her straddled stomach, eyes dipped to the cock, and she licked her lips, swallowing hard before gathering the courage (and centre focus) to reply…

“What the Hell are you doing in my bed?” She had to stay aggressive and standoffish. Especially with the way Gemma was talking right about now. That taunting guise… She was SOOO full of herself right now. She couldn't let Gemma stuff Tara full of her, too. Not when she was holding it over her like a political power play. (THAT WAS THE ONLY REASON WHY!?) Of course not, she told her subconscious. She was a loving mother and loyal wife. And she didn't trust Gemma as far as she could throw her. And if she'd learned anything about Gemma? She couldn't throw her AT ALL. Shit… Gemma was still waiting for an answer to her question… “You’re drunk. Y’know we have a daybed, right?” Hips shifted, bucked, twisted, as she tried to shuck Gemma off of her, but all it succeeded in doing was press the head of her MASSIVE COCK against her stomach and she gasped in realization. “Oh, come on, you raised him in Charming. He was doomed from the start.” Uhhh… Was that supposed to be a DEFENSE of her husband? 'Cuz… Uhh… She’d blame it on the alcohol swimming around in her veins. Though, she’d grown a little more sober from the shock. Only a little. “You planned this, didn’t you? Planned for me to… I… Oh, God…” So much for the LAST TIME being the LAST TIME. “Why didn’t you STOP ME?!”

[crownmemes]

Angry & Irritated Sentences, Vol. 21

(Angry and irritated sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Apology not accepted."

"Tell me what you're not telling me."

"Does anybody care what I think?"

"There will be a time for vengeance and a time for grieving, but it is not now!"

"Something's been bugging you all day, and that's okay. You know what? We're all allowed to have our bad days! But you know what's not fine? Blaming it all on me."

"That's the last time you don't tell me what's happening when it's happening, you got it?"

"Do you have nothing better to do?"

"You can keep asking me these questions, but I'm not going to know the answers!"

"I am not disposable!"

"What would you know about where I'm from?"

"You ascribed meaning to something that was not there. You saw what you wanted to see. You believed what you wanted to believe because that's what your emotions do."

"So, are we done shooting each other now?"

"Is this the part where you tell me there's something I should know?"

"It's not realistic to think that I wouldn't do what I came here to do."

"Who the hell are you supposed to be?"

"Has it occurred to you that perhaps I want to be alone?"

"Let's get this straight; I don't like you any more than you like me."

"Despite the thousands of questions I have in my head right now, I'm going to bite my tongue."

"I called you nine times. You didn't call me back."

"You never said sorry for shooting me."

"I can't imagine what your complaint is! I'd be well within my rights to shoot you and let you rot in the woods!"

"What the hell do you mean you lost them?"

"It's juvenile what you're doing."

"How am I supposed to concentrate when you're running around?"

"Get out of my chair."

"I have noticed that you have a habit of referring to me as if I were not in the room."

"I'm sorry, is this a discussion about professionalism?"

"You never did lose well."

"You've not been doing this very long, have you?"

"Why do I get the feeling that you're not telling me everything?"

"I don't have a relationship with him, okay?"

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[melamemea]

send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

[leneemusing]

A FEW VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS

❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞

❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞

❝ would you come with me please? i adore your company. ❞

❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞

❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞

❝ could you just think about anyone other than yourself for once? ❞

❝ i'm not going to stand here and argue with you about how much you need to get some rest. if i find you passed out on the floor i'm leaving you there. ❞

❝ would you be a dear and shut the hell up. ❞

❝ i know i need help but i'm not quite ready to ask for it. ❞

❝ do you know where we're going or are we just trying to get lost now? ❞

❝ i have confided this in you, please do not betray that trust. ❞

❝ do you like it here? with me? ❞

❝ are you still happy? with me, i mean. with us. ❞

❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞

❝ do you actually like spending time with me? because i feel like all you do is argue. ❞

❝ one of us will eventually have to have the strength to be honest with ourselves about each other. ❞

❝ i want to tell you something i just need a moment to figure out the right words. ❞

❝ if you were the religious type i would challenge god to win your devotion. ❞

❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. ❞

❝ were you ever going to tell me or were you just going to make me guess what you're thinking and feeling. ❞

[b1gtimerush]

actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

[dodgerrpmemes]

Angst Sentence Starters

starters based on songs in my “sad girl time” playlist on Spotify

“Now I’m drifting through our regular store“

“You’re the one that I love, and I’m saying goodbye.”

“Sometimes I miss your touch.”

“I promise you, it’ll all make sense again.”

“I am burned out.”

“She had monsters, too big to be demons.”

“Maybe you don’t really want me there, at your birthday party.”

“I guess if someone doesn’t love you back, it isn’t such a crime.”

“Don’t wanna feel another kiss, unless they are your lips.”

“It’s only in my mind, that I’m talking to myself and not to him.”

“I’m not that girl.”

“You were my no sleep, cried for weeks, favourite ex.”

“Can’t you just let me be.”

“I can’t be sober, I cannot sleep.”

“I’m already a ghost inside your head.”

“Do you feel the same? Am I only dreaming?”

“It was all that I wanted, now I’m living without.”

“Dreams don’t turn to gold.”

“Maybe you still think of us as me and you.”

“Cause I really thought that’d we’d be cool.”

“I was left alone.”

“Where can I turn? Covered with scars I did nothing to earn.”

“I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue.”

“How unfair, it’s just our luck.”

“You’re not even very nice.”

“You’re not alone, together we stand.”

“Sometimes it all gets a little too much.”

“We can’t be friends.”

“I give my heart and I let her damage it.”

“She gets the flowers right?”

“I’m sitting here wondering where did the love go?”

“Go easy on me.”

“Where were you when I was lonesome?”

“I thought of you when I got lonely.”

“A little fall of rain, can hardly hurt me now.”

“Don’t fall in love, there’s just too much to lose.”

[ghostmemesource]

💞 that's amore !! a collection of valentine's day symbols. it's a mix of sfw and nsfw. for multis, please include who you're sending them to/from. feel free to reverse roles.

💋 to kiss my muse

💞 to ask my muse to be their valentine

💕 to tell my muse that your muse loves them

💌 to write a valentine's day letter to my muse

💐 to give my muse flowers

🍫 to give my muse chocolate

🍷 to have a valentine's day dinner with my muse

🍿 to watch a romantic movie with my muse

🍓 to surprise my muse with breakfast in bed

💃 to slow dance with my muse

🐶 to give my muse a pet

👗 to tell my muse they look beautiful/handsome

👙 to see my muse in lingerie

😏 to see my muse undressed

🛀 to take a romantic bath with my muse

👅 to go down on my muse

👆 to finger or give my muse a handjob

😘 to leave hickeys on my muse

[midnightdreamcaps]