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🖋 *slam dunks this in here*

HOOTS AND HOLLERS!!!! Two points!!!

🖋 a list of plots or ideas // plot meme

Where to begin with you... hmm. I suppose I shall split these up based on the fandom aye? You have a ton of muses I'd love to plot around, so bare with me as I hit you with yet another long list 😭

DSMP

Eternalduo you saw this coming... Sorry, not sorry, I will write these lovely immortals with you any day. You have so many dynamics I could go into with these two, but I'm more than happy to try to restrain myself to only a few, lest I steal you away from everyone else...

Now hear me out on this one, Sam and Technoblade. They're a pairing I find hard to get content on where the two of them are the main focal point. Usually it's with Dream in the center of them or with them on entirely opposing sides of conflicts, but I do feel they have potential. An anarchist meets the government. Hot take: I do think these two could have been friends under the right circumstances. Yadda yadda something about opposites attracting *shrugs*

The Gods, ie. PandasPVP and DreamXD. I've got some vicious headcanons about PandasPVP and how he rebelled against DreamXD and thus ended up in a conflict that had him sealed away - crazy stuff. But I do think there is some fun god au material here we could work with!!

Punz and Purpled, ignore unfounded and give me these two (/j but seriously these two could be adorable). Just, yeah.

Obligatory DreamTeam mention here while I twirl around my puppy of a man Sapnap!!! Dream and Sapnap hold a very near and dear place in my heart so I will always offer them up. From unrequited love to best friends for life to tragic enemies, to corruption arcs. I will always kick my feet cutely at a Sapnap corruption arc where he loses what little resolve he has left and Dream swoops in to secure another ally.

Karlnap could also be an option, I've just had a difficult time with a lot of Karl writers. It's been mostly misses over hits in my experiences with them, but I'm sure you write a delicious Karl!! I wish I could add more here, but I don't have much experience writing them.

Awesamponk, need I say more? (yes I do, to clarify we don't have to do anything romantic, it can also be platonic!!!)

QSMP

Luzuriaga and Wilbur. I'll warn you right now, I tend to go off of Karmaland for my Luzu as that's where I know him from best and I came to cling to very deeply. I'm still catching up with QSMP Luzu but I do very much love these two brunettes and the chaos they could cause. Fighting for fatherhood and then becoming buddies, its a cute thought in my head.

Foolish and Leo are also mandatory!!!(/nf) Leo could ask for anything and Foolish would give it to them. Spoiled utterly ROTTEN

Honestly, just hit me with any plot ideas you can think of. These are just a few because I can't ever make up my mind with such a massive list of goodies to pick from <3<3

#Morbid — ooc asks #dcathbook

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🖋 - I WILL LITERALLY DO ANYTHING HELLO.

My only dsmp muses are Dream and Wilbur but they don't bite much /t

Hello hello!!!! Nice to meet you btw!!! I really appreciate you sending me an ask haha, I'm still nervous sneaking into everyone else's ask boxes - my muses do bite. Very hard. Sam will tear them to shreds sorry not sorry

🖋 a list of plots or ideas // plot meme

My dsmp muses are lengthy, but my highlighted ones are Awesamdude, Foolish, Sapnap, Schlatt, and Punz! So, here's what I think we could potentially look into:

Pandoraduo/Vaultduo is a pairing that I will literally always salivate over. Sam and Dream are very similar in their characters and how they approach things. As I like to always call them, my two green monsters. I will eat up any plot or dynamic when it comes to these two because they feed off of each other so well and I think it's an utter shame that there's so much content where one of them is written extreme while the other isn't and vice versa. Angst, hurt/comfort, shipping, enemies, friends, literally just slide them over and I will eat them all up.

TNTduo is another possibility! I tend to prefer writing my Quackity with my personal femme!Q headcanons, however, I'm not hard-pressed to write my girly girl if you prefer male Q more :] She's been a comfort character for a while now and I like bitchy chick and how their dynamic went on during canon and spin-offs.

Sweaterduo... get these vile men some therapy /t. Schlatt and Wilbur are just too good to let go of impo. I think they're hilarious and just have such fun quips against one another. Not to mention there are plenty of plots we can go about with canon Manburg times, EarthSMP, both of their ghosts and revival arcs. Silly goobers.

Dreamnap!!! Waves these little guys around. Sapnap is my baby, my sweetheart. Anything to do with the Dream Team will make me jitter and squeal. I'm down for any plots you wanna hit with them be it canon, aus, tropes etc. Doesn't necessarily have to be shipping (or on friendships if you had another idea in mind), just the goofy guys. I can write a little bit of George, but it's difficult for me to get into George's muse when I've got so many other asshole (/aff) muses that overshadow him.

All in all, you can probably hit me with any plot or idea you want, and I'll meet you with enthusiasm. Just slide on in, and I will grab your hands and drag you to frolic with me into the pits of rare and otherwise crazy dynamics and aus!!! I'm also pretty flexible with the muses that I can write from dsmp so if you have a certain pairing that you want to explore, just send me whichever muse you are interested in me trying and I'll let you know if I can fulfill it or not giggles

#Morbid — ooc asks #siinphony

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🐝  *  ―  send 🖋 or ( ‘PLOTS’ ) for me to tell you a couple potential plot ideas i have for our muses, whether it just be certain types of dynamics or general storylines i’d like to explore.

#heavenly — memes and prompts

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💭 + well since you so politely asked me about Eret, I'll return the favor and ask about Foolish. What was he like before coming to the DSMP? How much does he remember? Does he regret what he's done? What was he like before he meet Eret? Before the Wither Cult? (also hello i'm quietly sneaking into your box :>)

// Oml you've been so friendly since the day I first posted. I'm gonna cry - literally, the main reason I'm shaking off my newbie jitters!!! Hello, hello, glad to be here <3 Also sorry for late reply, I've been at work!

Additional info for context: I headcanoned Foolish as going by any pronouns but referring to himself with zie/hir if ever talking in the third person - but that's a whole 'nother set of headcanons for another post, haha. If you see those neos in here, that's why!

Foolish is one of my muses that I seem to love bullying, in all honesty. How I picture his story going is incredibly tragic, and it would take me ages to get to the blood and bones of what he was like before DSMP. A long while ago, I wrote a cute little soulmates fanfic that touched on how Foolish acted, so I'll keep things similarly brief (unless, of course, you wanted to hear every detail I can muster up :P).

Foolish is immortal in every sense of the word. I've always seen Totems as ageless — able to grow and never stop until their lives were traded for others. It's touched upon in c!Foolish's lore where totem children are expected to die for their parents — he just happened to be one of the few who made it well past adulthood and is now perfectly capable of maintaining and protecting himself. Seeing as he can live for centuries, he's gone through several shifts in his behaviors. From quiet and curious about the ever-changing Overworld to restless and bold, he's had time to figure out how he feels and what he deems right and wrong. 

There was a long period during this self-discovery stage when he was known as the "Totem of Death." Quick to anger, baring rows of sharp shark-like teeth, demolishing cities as if they meant nothing, and carrying a torrential downpour wherever he walked like an ominous cloud. He had no regard for life nor the sanctity of nature. His sole purpose was to control what he deemed beneath him — little bugs that could be squashed if he so pleased (a sentiment that zie still holds into the SMP but far more concealed). Everything he loved was bound to dissolve in time, and he saw no purpose in trying if they would turn to dust in the end.

He did pause to consider other immortals, or those who had centuries to live — gods, deities, children born to rule, such as Eret herself. I like to think it was more of a curiosity that rose when Foolish befriended Eret all those centuries ago. He was swimming in red while she watched on with milky white eyes. Call it admiration and mutual companionship, but Foolish did become somewhat of a guard-dog to Eret all that time ago. If anyone spoke out of turn to her, lightning struck, and he was first to snarl that they treat her with respect. If anyone got too friendly, he was a looming threat behind her, bristling and poised to protect whom he deemed his only friend. 

Somewhere along the line, the Wither Cult grew, creating too much carnage for Foolish to feel safe with Eret leaving his sight. Sure, she could protect herself, but Foolish is nothing if not worrying over those he dares to hold dear. It's unclear what their last straw was, but zie and her eventually raised the cult to ashes; thus marking the beginning of Foolish's mellowing out. Traveling with someone with a taste for beauty led to Foolish beginning to find more time to stop and smell the roses. He began to take up hobbies of artwork, relishing in how art was timeless and he didn't need to worry about it crumbling when he could immortalize it through such a delicate process.

Somewhere along the line, the two separated, though Foolish would hardly sit around and mope. He met others, creating... well, his own version of a cult if you tilted your head and squinted to read. Villages he used to destroy began to offer up wealth in turn for protection or monuments built by a demigod. Building was so much easier than massacring the innocent. It held more beauty — it was soothing. With an eternity to hone his skills, Foolish was soon creating structures inconceivable to the average person with a smile and a much happier stance.

Of course, he kept this attitude when he came to the DSMP. It's a conscious choice, as I've always seen Foolish as the type to record his own history. It's all along the walls of his Summer Home, written in tattered tomes deep within his temple, expressed through the sculptures and paintings littering his halls. He remembers everyone who's meant something to him, their lives — if they've been revived, then where they are now, who they are now — zie even takes the time to tend to their portraits hidden in his horde of wealth as if careful hands didn't already protect them.

Sometimes he has brushes with his anger and resentment towards mortals, calling them ants under his shoes or warning them not to piss him off. Sometimes, he laughs off his knowing looks — playing it off as if he doesn't know something is wrong or as if you had duped him. He's smarter than he gets credit for; it's hard to tell when he's genuinely ignorant of something or if he's putting up a front not to pressure information from those who might never be ready to share.

That's why when he meets up again with people like Eret, Foolish insists they know each other. He brings up details that he vividly remembers despite the confusion... and then drops it—laughing and agreeing that he must be confused, too. Maybe they should get some rest. And then he never mentions it again. His memories are very much intact (rereading your own experiences repeatedly makes recall so much easier), and his feelings are still very much real... but he knows he doesn't have the luxury of connection. He will never last in another's mind for as long as they do his... and he's okay with that.

Does he regret what he's done? To an extent. He doesn't remember the faces of those he's hurt, nor does he try to recall those events with anything more than gritted teeth and a hard chuckle. He has grown and changed. He sees no beauty in morality, but rather in the immortality he can craft. It gives him everything he was missing back when he was wild and reckless. Besides... he can atone for what he's done by being a good person now. He can sacrifice for mortals, and he can offer a gentle thumb to rub against their cheeks in times of need. It's sort of like during Sam's Warden Arc, where everyone felt like they were turning their backs on Sam, blaming him for every wrong they could possibly get their hands on— Foolish was the only one to remind him that he wasn't alone. 

"Don't bear this burden alone, Sam."

"I'm here for you, friend."

Foolish has worn many faces: Totem of Death, Demigod of the Sky and the Sea, and Totem of Undying, yet none of them will ever be entirely accurate. He's grown too accustomed to being what is needed in the fleeting time he enjoys with companions and their lives. Foolish will always cherish the past, but he's come to adore the present just as much.

Did I ramble a lot more than I thought I would? Yes. But THEN AGAIN, it's been literal months since I've gotten to ramble senselessly about my goofy goober. It turns out that I have no sense of what the word "brief" means....

#﹛a taste of immortality﹜ foolishgamers - asks #﹛the art of divinity﹜ foolishgamers - drabbles/headcanons #Anaheim — ooc rambles #dcathbook

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💭 + Dancing

Do your characters know how to dance? Who’s the best dancer, and who constantly steps on their partner’s toes? How do they ask someone to dance? What’s their favorite dance style? Etc. etc.

c!Awesamdude

Sam is definitely one of my less coordinated muses when it comes to casual dancing. Depending on whether he's a centaur or bipedal, his ability to dance shifts in many ways. He's never received any official dance lessons unless you want to count swaying from side to side while he's working his many jobs.

After the creation of Las Nevadas, however, Sam had stepped up his game to keep bringing in business and money in any way possible. It's no secret that Sam works at the Las Nevadas club or was supposed to after it was officially opened.

If you ask Sam to slow dance with you, there is a very high chance he will step on your toes or hold onto you so tight his claws tear your shirt. If you ask Sam to show you how he likes to dance, you'll find yourself sitting down while Sam spins and twists around a pole as if it is an extension of himself.

He's far more comfortable on a stage dancing with himself than a partner, so it is incredibly rare for him to ask someone to dance unless it's in the comfort of his own home. In that case, he'll kick on some jazzy country-style tunes and spin you around with no rhyme or rhythm.

c!Luzuriaga

Luzu doesn't dance — or at least that's what he'll try to tell you. Overall, Luzu isn't necessarily good or bad at dancing. He's perfectly average. With a body built for archery and running, he has no issues dipping his partners or catching them if they stumble, but don't expect him to pull any crazy calculated moves.

Luzu's always preferred watching others dance as opposed to getting involved himself, though he has a massive soft spot for holding a partner close and swaying side to side.

He feeds off of others and their energy, so if they're jumping all around, he's guaranteed to eventually laugh and dance with at least a little more energy than before.

c!Punz

Dance is Punz's first language. It is the language they speak before opening their mouth, the language they constantly express despite their pursed lips or deep looks. As a bee hybrid, they often express their emotions and needs through body language — shimmying their shoulders, tapping their feet, and shivering with full body shakes. Dance comes as naturally to Punz as breathing.

Because dance acts more as a language than an art form for Punz, they don't mind any specific style. They can pick up on the subtle intentions between certain types of dance on top of the feelings of the dancers themselves.

Gestures, gestures, gestures, everything Punz does revolves around movements. When they speak, they have to sign it out physically, or else it doesn't seem to have the right emphasis on it. Even when they try to keep still, their wings will rub together in an antsy buzz, and they will shift on their feet.

They will never get upset if someone grabs them and starts swaying (curious, maybe, but never upset). Safe to say, Punz is dancing with everyone every chance they get!

c!Quackity

If you want to keep your toes in tack, do not dance with Quackity. She has the worst duck feet you have ever seen. There is no dancing bone in her body as she stumbles over a chorus or staggers in her heels after a quick spin.

No matter how much time you spend trying to teach Quackity how to dance, she will somehow always find a way to step on your toe or foot or will slip up over her own shoes like a newborn lamb still gathering her bearings. It's quite funny when you consider that she's never on the dance floor save for when she's handing out drinks or encouraging people to give it a shot.

Quackity is a host first and foremost. She will be a pretty face with an even prettier mouth, but don't expect much of a show on the types of dances she's capable of doing. Ballroom? She can't keep the motions. Tango? She'll fall and drag you down with her. Hip-hop? The only thing spinning with her is her eyes when she's landed on her ass in front of a crowd.

If you happen to have the patience to try to teach her, Quackity will prove to be a laughing mess who can't keep a straight face. You'll eventually land yourself jumping around like an uncoordinated toddler and having just as much fun regardless.

c!Sapnap

For the sake of this headcanon, consider that c!BBH is Sapnap's canonical father; I've always thought about how a presumed immortal demon would raise another much younger demon. Sapnap was raised to adjust to the ever-changing history and life of the Overworld. He would have been faced with monarchy sooner or later.

Because of this, Sapnap was taught how to ballroom dance from a very young age. It was one of their pastimes as father and son, spinning around in an open field while BBH hummed a tune for them to keep beat to. As a kid, he wasn't perfect, but it was an excellent way to get his wildfire energy under control.

As an adult, Sapnap doesn't find as much time to dance as he used to, especially since he's separated from his father and had to deal with several wars and the constant shifting of a monarchy to presidencies — he also just thinks no one would want to dance with him.

When he does get the chance, Sapnap is phenomenal. He tends to shift from the follower to the lead depending on his partner's comfort level, but regardless, he is smooth and graceful. He insists that it isn't just the lead who controls the dance but the follower's job to keep pace and compliment every turn to create the right feel.

Sapnap has always been on the more shy end of inviting others to dance. Sometimes, he'll just offer his hand; other times, he's moping and muttering that he's bored, and they "might as well show everyone up." If it genuinely means something deep to him, he'll grin like a dork and mock a bow, "Dance with me, yeah? C'mon, dude, I can't do it alone."

These are just a few of my muses! Thank you for the headcanon suggestion <3

#﹛somebody that I used to know﹜ awesamdude - asks #﹛change the formality﹜ awesamdude - drabbles/headcanons #﹛karma﹜ luzuriaga - asks #﹛backstabber﹜ luzuriaga - drabbles/headcanons #﹛theyre kinda hot though﹜ punz - asks #﹛dirty laundry﹜ punz - drabbles/headcanons #﹛pretty poison﹜ quackity - asks #﹛omerta﹜ quackity - drabbles/headcanons #﹛honeypie﹜ sapnap - asks #﹛monster energy gun﹜ sapnap - drabbles/headcanons #unfounded daydreams

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@unfounded-daydreams {continued from here.}

He was no stranger to a long night, not in his grueling line of work. Fifteen or more hours of his day were spent atop his mare, eyes drifting over three hundred, maybe even four hundred head of cattle every couple moments. It was honest work, or so Sam claimed, paying homage to his smaller ranch and the meager sum he'd be sure to gain on his lonesome. Tonight, Sam had gotten lucky to kick his boots back in an unfamiliar town, pouch far too light to nestle under fresh linens but generous enough to drink away the aches and pains against his thighs and arms.

Dusk had long since kissed the sky to rest when Sam brushed open the batwing doors into the town's favorite congregation spot. Fresh air gave way to spilt ale, a wooden bar coated dried and sugar-sticky. The cold air from outside wafted spore-laden humidity away from the cellar against the far wall, and the occasional jeer and outburst from the lingering habitué only solidified Sam's fickle comfort.

Stifling a broken yawn, Sam settles against the barstool, its footrest creaking under the weight of muck-slathered soles. Rolling up the dusty sleeves of his jacket, he rested a sun-kissed forearm against the gummed counters, lifting two fingers as if to beckon the only working attendant at such an hour. Ha, is it really that late? Perhaps. It was hard to track how many hours had passed when he was far more concerned about losing money on the trail. If only he had taken the time to secure the path around that gorge, then he wouldn't be short twenty hooves. Every hide he knicked meant he lost another dollar to his name, and indeed, it wasn't worth taking this extra trip if he couldn't secure his perfect product reputation.

But, at the same time, Sam had to reason that it was his responsibility — who was he to blame for the mistakes of the day than his own deprived brain that ran on exhaustion and the smoky taste of in-house red-eye? His night was far from over, and at the very least, Sam would find his spirit in the bottle (an increasingly comforting thought as the blonde behind the counter twisted his wrist and slid a foaming glass his way). It burnt in the best ways, Sam's head cocked back to choke down his life's blood, ears twitching as the drunken ragtime patrons attempted to serenade their fading cliques.

Sleep-addled, Sam nearly misses the hello sung from the tender, his glass thudding down as he swipes his lip with his thumb. It was a simple hello but welcomed nonetheless. Many weeks, he would go without a smile, knowing that he would be isolated to the cattle runs with only a few other cowpokes if he were lucky. It was a lonely life, being what he was, so such a model citizen paying him any mind was worthy of due interest. Sam's fingers played with the rim of his glass as he leaned forward, tilting his head inquisitively at the masked man. Emerald green glittering beneath... porcelain or perhaps the cleanest cloth he had laid eyes on, dressed to the nines to enchant a crowd of men and women with nothing better to do than dance away their livelihoods. A rare custom, perhaps. Sam had met many over the years, hearing from distant friends through their monthly letters about a new explosion in their fashion trends. A Brit? No, he didn't have the mannerisms of one.

But, what is a chivalrous man if he is to ignore a hello and stare so brazenly at a stranger? Just because he looked like he came straight from plowing a field doesn't mean he needed to act like his mama didn't raise him a good man. The dirt under his nails and the gravel buffing the rim of his hat wouldn't define his manners. "Howdy," Sam leans into his persona, his eyes betraying naught of his weariness—a deep southern drawl, rumbling as if Sam was pulled from the desert grounds themself. He doesn't bother putting more energy than respect into his tone, feeling the faint tug of an understanding smile.

Sam could tell the other wouldn't mind. The way padded shoulders sank, how the stranger's smile seemed too poised to be meaningful, down to when those eyes drifted to the sway of a distant twilight that wouldn't look his way - Sam could tell. Perhaps it was novelty or Sam's desire for company; Sam couldn't pinpoint a reason for offering up a conversation with the practiced expression and curling strands of straw that painted a man just trying to keep himself busy. "I expected to face a long night, but it seems you suffer the same fate," the cowboy reached forward, tilting his glass of whiskey in an invitation to join him, "What's on your mind?"

Yes, the man was relatively easy to read. Sam hid a smile with the rim of his alcohol once more. Forest green fluttered to a close, amusement dampened by his natural reservations. His eyes only open at the smooth deflection, honeyed words smoothing over a topic Sam wouldn't have known about had the other not kept their thoughts so close to their chest. Honesty was gifted only to those who had to rely on one another; Sam wouldn't take offense. Confiding in strangers would get a pretty townsman like this tender into brawls he likely couldn't win. Besides, Sam was sure there were plenty who had ulterior motives before the sun crested the horizon.

"That's a right shame," Sam rolls his shoulders, glancing over to the piano that had been vacated as the population dwindled, "though I'd hardly say I'm a friend with it."

Sam knocks his hat down against his brow, a tip to the kind fellow who settled to find camaraderie with him, if even for a fleeting night. "It feels more like one of those contracts — I sell my soul to the heat of the trails; the night greets me like a resentful lover. Thoughts don't settle even after the day's end."

The metallic legs of a chair scrape along the wood, and the stranger (Dream, Sam corrects) settles knee-to-knee with him. Was it customary to name children around here like that, or was it just a stage name? A new persona to escape the life he held before? It wouldn't be the first time — Sam had talked to some interesting people when they weren't trying to steal a breeder off him. Sam could see the blonde with much finer detail from this new position. The blonde was thin, well, compared to himself. The cowboy would even wager that he could carry Dream with just one arm. The fingers curled around Dream's newly acquired stool were smooth and bruised around his finger pads - far from suited for Sam's harsh life in the west. The smile offered to him this time had a touch of genuine intrigue to it (playful even), and the dotted freckles along Dream's face only served to smooth the pointed curves of his nose and teeth — Sam decided he quite liked them.

Two men from wildly different cuts of fabric, yet Sam felt as though they had far more in common than one would let on. Spending their nights wide awake, with Sam nursing his aches and pains like a true farmhand, Dream indulging in conversation while patrons frothed over passing beauties. Sam almost forgot that he would have to cut this conversation short sooner or later to find a charitable soul willing to let him sleep on a stack of hay before the weather rolled in heavy and dreary.

"No," a short chuckle rolled over teeth-scarred lips, "my herd is grazing over the hill. I don't usually come this far upstate this time of year, but a friend of mine asked if I could take on a couple of heads to the next railway market."

With a fanged smile, Sam's eyes followed Dream's expressions - surely he wasn't getting out of here without indulging in a nice night. "Are you not used to seeing a colorful crowd?" the chide sings an almost fond tune to it, equally amused and open to more questioning. Dream might not be the most open fellow, but who was Sam to complain about a friendly face? "I'd think for a town like this, you would have a lot more visitors. Since," he gestures towards his face, circling where his nose and eyes are, "you're keeping up with trends from over the pond. I've heard masquerades have picked up in popularity for the rich."

#﹛to the dark room﹜ awesamdude - ic #﹛reverie﹜ dream #﹛all hat no cattle﹜ western verse #unfounded-daydreams

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𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 — send 💭 + a topic to receive a headcanon about said topic.

#Heavenly — memes and prompts

[cherubim-of-vvkastel]

&. 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. ❜

#Heavenly — memes and prompts

[cherubim-of-vvkastel]

❝ The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.❞

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