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rpsourcedmemes · 7 months
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Send 👀 for my muse to catch yours staring at them!
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thunderousmemes · 2 years
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                               ❦ ╾╾╾╾╾ PROMPTS FOR THE FEELS 
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“I thought you said you loved me?”
“I thought you were better than that.”
“How could you do this to me? You knew!”
“Trust me, you want to be in the friend zone.”
“I know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but… you need to know something.”
“For someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”
“You’re the worst. And you’re all I’ve got.”
“If you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”
“Talk to me, okay? I need to know what’s going on.”
“Don’t call me that, you don’t get to call me that anymore“ 
“You never tried and I don’t think you ever will“ 
“You are my biggest regret” 
“I never loved you, how could I?” 
“You broke us, not me, this is on you“ 
“You knew it would hurt me and you still did it“ 
“You meant nothing to me” 
“I never want to see you again.”
“I need you to stay.”
“I needed you and you just left me there” 
“I saw nothing in you” 
“Please don’t leave me, not again.”
“I’m not going to sit and watch you destroy yourself.”
“I cannot take your lies anymore, we are done” 
“Were you pretending this whole time?” 
“Glad to see this was nothing but a joke to you” 
“you don’t have to do this.”
“you’re right, i don’t have to, but I'm going to.”
“No, there is nothing anyone can do.”
“Would you know the end if you saw it?”
“Are you going to be okay?”
“Can you still love me?”
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pizzaprompts · 1 month
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Kinky Headcanon Prompts
A series of prompted asks to get you thinking about how your muse approaches sex and kink. This may contain mentions of consensual sexual activities that may be triggering to some people. Please be advised!
All prompts are 18+
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KH1 - How does your muse identify their sexuality? Does it differ from how others may perceive that sexuality? Is this intentional on your muse's part, or based on the observations of others?
KH2 - How does your muse view kink? Is it positive, negative? Have they been taught much about it, or is their understanding of it incomplete? How do they view those who choose to / not to participate in kink? Does kink necessitate intercourse to your muse?
KH3 - How does your muse feel about roleplay of a sexual nature? Do they find it cheesy, embarrassing, exciting? Do they have particular favorites, or specific roleplay scenarios they absolutely hate? Do they go all-out with costumes, or prefer to keep things simple?
KH4 - How does your muse feel about Domination and Submission? Do they identify as either of these things, or as a switch? Do they expect a Dom to always be a top and a Sub to always be a bottom? Do they follow the guidelines strictly, or are they more of a brat?
KH5 - How does your muse feel about Sadism and Masochism? Do they identify as either of these things, or both? Do they have specific boundaries where pain is concerned, or are they equally as open about hair-pulling as the drawing of blood? Do they draw a distinction between this and impact play?
KH6 - How does your muse feel about bondage? Do they enjoy being bound, or binding others? Is bondage more of an aesthetic thing to enjoy for them, or do they prefer binding to be a more sexual endeavour? Do they prefer handcuffs, ropes, or other methods of binding?
KH7 - How does your muse feel about voyeurism and exhibitionism? Do they like to watch? To be watched? Do they enjoy recording their own sexual encounters to enjoy again later, or sharing recordings with others? How do they feel about this in conjunction with kinks like cuckolding?
KH8 - How does your muse feel about Consensual Non-Consent (CNC)? Are they comfortable acting as the aggressor or as the victim? How do they feel about the inclusion of drugs or other intoxicants in a discussed scene? Are they comfortable with scenes that may involve the safe and planned loss of consciousness of one party?
KH9 - How does your muse feel about the use of particular titles during play? Are they okay with a title being used that doesn't align with their gender identity? Are they okay with derogatory titles? Do they prefer any particular titles?
KH10 - How does your muse feel about collaring in general? Do they have specific rules that require obeying with the use of collars? How do they distinguish between a collar of consideration, a training collar, and a formal collar? How do their personal aesthetics factor into the choice of a collar?
KH11 - How does your muse feel about the use of various toys? Are there some toys they prefer to others? Do they have a type of gag they prefer? Do they prefer vibrators or dildos? Do they like sounding? Do they like violet wands?
KH12 - How does your muse feel about swinging, polyamory, or other partner-sharing situations? Are there specific rules and stipulations that they put in place? Do they approach partner-sharing differently in live-in situations than they would living separately?
KH13 - Does your muse prefer to approach kink unattached from others, or only with a specific partner? Is this how they approach sex generally, or is it specific to how they approach kink? Is kink automatically related to romantic encounters, or simply something fun and playful for them?
KH14 - How does your muse feel about marks being left? Are they fine if they're temporary? Do they enjoy permanent marks (ie: scarrification / branding) or would they prefer no marks are left at all? Do they prefer that marks are left in places that aren't visible, or do they like to show them off?
KH15 - How does your muse react to a trigger? Are there specific signs that indicate that your muse may be responding poorly to a scene, regardless of whether they've actively attempted to indicate a limit? Is your muse particularly good at communicating their boundaries, or are they likely to keep enduring something if they feel like someone else is enjoying, even if they aren't?
KH16 - What kinks has your muse always wanted to explore, but been unable to? Are there reasons they haven't explored them? Are they shy? Do they consider the kink taboo, or dangerous? Under what circumstances might they consider exploring them if given an opportunity?
KH17 - What are some of the more dangerous kinks that your muse is interested in? How do they plan ahead for a scene that may be dangerous, or a scene with a kink that they haven't explored that may be triggering? What kind of preventative measures do they take to avoid potential harm?
KH18 - Does your muse follow the Safe Sane and Consensual (SSC) ideology of kink, or Risk-Aware Consensual Kink (RACK)? What experiences may have led them to making the call on which practice better suits them?
KH19 - What are your muse's safe words? When they're unable to speak, what other safety mechanisms do they have in place to express that they're at a boundary and require either a break or an end to a scene?
KH20 - What are your muse's hard limits? What boundaries that they have differ between individuals, and how do they react when boundaries are hit, or crossed? What about their soft limits?
KH Bonus - What are the Mun's hard limits for roleplaying kink scenarios? Are there things that your muse is interested in that you are not comfortable writing? How do you prefer to approach writing a kink scene from an OOC perspective?
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spitememes · 3 months
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" TO BE EATEN ALIVE, " BY MARIAH THE SCIENTIST. PT. 2. ( lyrics taken from mariah's newest album & lightly adjusted for your writing prompt needs. )
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BOUT MINE.
and i know i don't deserve this.
promise, i won't let you forget me.
i said i want you bad.
there's no goin' back, babe.
we're goin' down tragically.
mine, mine, mine!
77 DEGREES.
nothing else up my sleeve, pride and feelings aside.
too many thoughts, too many issues.
too many nights without a kiss from you.
give it up for love and devotion.
i thought it was me that you wanted.
DIFFERENT PAGES.
i guess you left me with no choice.
a boy could never be enough.
i let myself down.
you can blame it on temptation.
i knew you never loved me.
where would we be if we just had learned to be patient?
as much as you know it pains me.
LOVESICK.
i wish it were different.
i have to commend my lover.
when i think of how it must feel to be you.
in my eyes, nobody gets it.
in my heart and my defense - i'm just the lovesick.
it's endless how this pain persists.
you know i really need you by my side.
RIDE.
i'm tryna be serious but i'm always grinning.
nothing in this world i ever wanted more.
i said what i said and i'll say it again.
i'm the best for you and it is what it is.
if you stay with me for life…
and i don't wanna lose your love.
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kissmyshockstix · 8 months
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[bed] - Sender and receiver have to share a bed.
Nat shrugged at the sight of only one bed. It wasn't the first time she and Barton had to share a bed...likely, it wouldn't be the last.
"You wanna join me or shall I sleep on the floor?" She casually asked, already divesting herself of the too tight cat suit. Clint had seen her naked before...and he probably would again. She didn't have the energy to care after running for 3 days.
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the-lunar-scribes · 5 days
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Send "?!" For me to introduce OTHER muses I have played in the past / have!
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rwrpresources · 2 years
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Send “✎” & I’ll draw your muse!
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tyrannical-sea-prince · 4 months
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Simple Extermination rp start:
"Ooooooow...."*Head's bleeding by accident during the extermination war*
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faewrities · 1 year
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THE STEPFORD WIVES (1975)
“If I am wrong, I'm insane... but if I'm right, it's even worse than if I was wrong.”
“If I were to apologize for every time I got smashed, I'd spend my life wandering around saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sorry".” 
“I just don't get it. It's like there's this contest, okay? And the housewife with the cleanest house gets Robert Redford for Christmas... but nobody will tell the rules!” 
“This is not me and what you're saying isn't you.”
“If you're going to tell me you don't like this dress, I'm sticking my head right in the oven.”
“I used to work in Disneyland.”
“You don't seem to be the kind of person that likes to make other people happy.”
“I think there's something in the water that turns us into house fraus.”
“I'll just die if I don't get this recipe.”
“I just can't waste my spare moments on something like that.”
“But you do go out sometimes don't you?”
“Oh, [Name], you're the best, you're the champ, you're the master....”
“Two things I always carry: Tampax and Ring Dings. And I don't even wanna think what that means.”
“I don't think that, uh, [Name] ever loved me.”
“Don't tell anybody, just get in your car and drive somewhere you feel safe.”
“Why?”
“Why? ... Because we can.”
“It's just perfect. Perfect for us, and perfect for you.”
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juliensolomemeta · 2 years
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julien  solomita  meme  003:   trying  celebrity  alcohol  (ft.  jason  sulli) .       feel  free  to  change  them  up  as  you  see  fit !    *cw  for  language
“ooh boy.” “what are you talking about?” “nice. nailed it.” “i’m always here, but s/he’s here now.” “i don’t know the rules.” “who let us in here?” “i just licked the air.” “what did it taste like?” “do you like my glasses? they have a visor.” “so, we’re drinking right now.” “oh boy, it’s gonna get real bad.” “i didn’t know i was making choices.” “i don’t hate it.” “no you start, you go ahead.” “it’s better than that.” “oop- second sip wasn’t as good.” “giveaway. who wants it.” “let’s bang another one out.” “what if you don’t like it?” “oh no, i already smelled it.” “is this for kids?” “this is... this is... terrible.” “i give it ‘is this for kids’ out of ten.” “if you would like to have a hangover, drink this.” “do we have a spit bucket or do we just do that on the floor?” “it’s been like... hours.” “let’s try some more stuff.” “george washington? i don’t fucking care.” “i’ve literally never said fuck.” “is it not sweet?” “finish that up, first of all.” “it looks like they messed up a little bit.” “you can just imagine where it’s from.” “do you like those? are those fancy?” “mambo number five!” “our opinions don’t matter.” “has your pallet been cleansed?” “i can lick the air, i forgot i’ve been doing that.” “i really wish i didn’t see that.” “i didn’t try it yet, uh-oh.” “it’s actually kind of not awful.” “ew it’s getting worse.” “i kind of wanna be done with that.” “wait no, the rules are you gotta clear out the cup.” “just pour it on the floor.” “no just, just sniff the air.” “they did not cancel out each other like i was taught in math.” “two negatives make a worse negative.” “no but who is it for? who’s the customer.” “turn the garbage disposal on and then pour it down.” “was that three nipples? i mean boobs.” “if you’re still with us, thank you.” “listen, here’s the thing: i have my feelings about all of what we drank tonight, but i don’t have my memories about all of what we drank tonight.” “in the moment i was like mmm but now i don’t know.” “we are quite literally very drunk.” “i’m drunk, i’m pretty sure __ is kinda drunk.” “it’s tasteful, it’s classy... right?” “just send it, don’t worry about how it’s gonna sound.” “hey, welcome to the crevice chat.” “well, normally you cleanse, but that’s fine.” “don’t say fuller body.” “it’s thick in my mouth.” “it’s too sweet.” “the smell of it’s nice.” “it’s like, uh, you know you’re driving on the street and there’s a little lemonade stand and they decided to infuse some strawberries, and then you’re like, wait a minute, is this gin? no it’s lemonade, and then they’re like, you’re an alcoholic move along.” ���that is the worst thing ever, dude!” “that is such a jabait it smells so good and it tastes like fucking gas.” “it’s so bad, dude.” “i feel like that like, violated my trust, i don’t know what it was.” “we’re gonna move on.” “i used to be able to dunk.” “it’s not bad. it’s actually not bad.” “it hits you early, and often, and then kinda backs off a little bit.” “it gives you like  nice fuckin’ punch in the nose and then is says ok, let me know how you feel.” “first they’re sour, then they’re sweet.” “you know what i like about it? is it’s not straight forward. you have to kind of dissect it.” “it doesn’t taste like a college dorm room.” “alright, so, we have tasted many, many famous people.” “that made me wanna throw up ten years ago.” “interesting, interesting, i like that there’s the complexity to it.” “would you like a hangover, please?” “s/he’s amazing, s/he’s my best friend.” “but as of now, we’re gonna finish drinking our cups of whatever the fuck is in here.” “i’m not gonna fight you because i love you.”
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rpsourcedmemes · 7 months
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Send 💀 for my muses biggest fear regarding your muse
Send ‘fear’ if you can’t see the emoji
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thunderousmemes · 2 years
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                                              🪶 --- List of “Don’t” Starters 
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“Don’t say such things!” 
“Don’t you love me anymore?” 
“Don’t let them get to you it’s not worth it” 
“Don’t fear me” 
“Don’t cut me off!” 
“Don’t you think this is the last time you are going to see me” 
“Don’t bother” 
“Don’t even think about it” 
“Don’t lie to me, not again please” 
“Don’t be this way” 
“Don’t you remember the promise you made me?” 
“Don’t let those dark thoughts take over” 
“Don’t let the darkness in” 
“Don’t be so dramatic” 
“Don’t be a fool!” 
“Don’t be a hero, please” 
“Don’t you know how I feel?” 
“Don’t take this the wrong way but” 
“Don’t you see?” 
“Don’t you even know the consequences your actions have caused?” 
“Don’t... just don’t” 
“Don’t leave me please... I need you” 
“Don’t say that, you are worth more than you think” 
“Don’t die!”
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pizzaprompts · 11 days
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Our muses are playing a game of strip poker and are down to their underwear. It's the final hand...
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Send 🃏 (or "Poker") for receiver's muse to react to yours playing a winning hand!
OR
Send 🃏🎲 (or "Draw A Card") and I will randomize one of the following:
1♥ - Sender's muse plays a winning hand, but has clearly won by a long shot! Sender is still mostly dressed, while the receiver is down to their underwear.
2♦ - Receiver's muse plays a winning hand, and has clearly won by a long shot! Receiver is still mostly dressed, while the sender is down to their underwear.
3♠ - Sender's muse plays a winning hand, but the game was very close. This hand was the tiebreaker, and the receiver's muse has lost.
4♣ - Receiver's muse plays a winning hand, but the game was very close. This hand was the tiebreaker, and the sender's muse has lost.
5🃏 - Receiver's muse realizes that sender's muse won but only because they cheated!
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spitememes · 3 months
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" TO BE EATEN ALIVE, " BY MARIAH THE SCIENTIST. PT. 1. ( lyrics taken from mariah's newest album & lightly adjusted for your writing prompt needs. )
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HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH.
in the end, we regret the chances we don't take.
maybe it's best to make some mistakes.
i got shit to lose now.
all the blood, sweat, and tears put in this throne i built by hand.
stuck wit' you under blue skies.
i only promised you my love will never change.
wish you told me that it would've been this dangerous.
one day i'll be home to kiss you on your forehead and tell you that i'm sorry.
at least i held you down and played my part.
GOOD TIMES.
should've known you'd die in color.
lord knows i've tried to see if i'd see it in your eyes.
i'd be a fool to believe you'd let me rule your world.
don't wanna hear you say that you love me when i know you don't.
FROM A WOMAN.
i close my eyes and trust your plan.
i thought i seen it all before.
here's to someone i can depend on.
sent from above, i am convinced.
seems like you changed your mind, and it's showing.
i roll the dice and take a chance.
if it isn't luck, i guess love exists.
40 DAYS N' 40 NIGHTS    / / /    FT. VORY.
it's hard enough learning to let you go.
hate the fact that i can't leave you alone.
i should've listened.
how come you never check on me?
how come you're the first thing on my mind when i'm lonely?
--- but i wasn't ready for it
does that bring back all your memories?
is that the only way you remember me?
all because of you, i can't love again.
do you ever think about what you did to me?
i ain't even good for myself these days.
oh, baby … i ain't even good.
OUT OF LUCK    / / /    WITH KAYTRANADA.
believe that i'm all out of luck, love.
baby, have you lost your mind now?
if you treat me right, you won't need another lover.
would you make me believe?
i'm all out of luck.
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How would you try to seduce Bowsette or any of the other ladies?
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slumdogd · 2 years
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@taeilyoo + "How about we don't do that." “You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he–
“How about we don’t do that. How about we just…live. Fuck... we could even just forget this all happened. Friends or not, who cares.” Taeil’s voice rings out across the car like some kind of damning force, and it’s so painful Lì could curl up in on himself. It’s cold, like a gun, sharp and cool in the parking lot as Lí sits with one leg tucked under himself. They’d just had dinner, one that was awkward and full of painful silences like they’d known this talk was coming. Like they’d both walked into a funeral parlour where a dead body lays in the open casket; impossible to ignore and yet too hard to face.
It wasn’t usual for them, to wear the weight of awkwardness on their shoulders like a slab of concrete. The awkwardness wasn’t because the two of them hated each other or anything of the sort. More like the kind that came when you’re at a loss for words. Wanting to say something and finding it on the edge of your tongue only to swallow it down with grit teeth and a shrug.
“I’m sorry.” Lì mutters, and his eyes are blurring rapidly as he looks down at his hands in his lap which now feel like foreign object to him, heavy and lumpy, reduced to blobs through his tears. He wonders what exactly he's apologising for, and maybe it's for existing altogether, unable to live up to what he wish he could be for Taeil. Do for him. Tell him.
but he ... and you feel like you’ve done something terrible like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shovelled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. 
It’s then that a sigh overcomes Taeil, a short, quick sound that comes from deep in his chest, exasperated as if to say please don't cry. “It is what is is. You gotta do what you gotta do, Lì. Same goes for me.” There’s a silence, then. One that is heavy like iron baring down on them. A silence that is relentless. It’s the most silent they’ve ever been in the entirety of ever since knowing each other. the only sound that can be heard is that of the cars passing by on the main road and the occasional chatter from a couple or three as they made way to their car to head off for the night.
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you,
“Is that all you had to say?” Taeil cuts the silence like a knife, and Lì can barely think straight anymore, his mind a whirlwind of emotions that dare to spill out and contradict everything he'd said in the last hour. His thoughts are spiralling even more when a warm, calloused hand cups his chin to raise his head. Their eyes finally meet, crescents doused with sadness. A mirror image of each other, except Lì’s face is blotched with red, and tears that stain his cheeks, hot and silky as they gather by deft fingers.
like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.
"Taeil I-..." Lì breathes, but it comes out more like a sob than anything else, and before he can say another word, they're in each others arms again. Lips tasting lips like they're thirsty, hungry. Like there's no meal in the world that could satisfy them, fill them. Nothing to satiate either of them as they collide like they always have; like stars in a kilonova.
"Stop, stop, Taeil, it's so much harder." Lì begs against lips that are slick with his own tears, but Taeil's grip is unrelenting and he doesn't try to pull away either. It lasts for what feels like minutes, hours, but is over in seconds when their foreheads are flush against each other in the aftermath of their actions, breathing jagged and harsh as their chests heave as if they'd been running a marathon. Was it because there were words hanging on their lungs that they dared not say? Neither could tell. There's no chance for Lì to say another word to find out, Taeil is gone with a swoop of fingers through his hair, and a heavy clunk of the car door.
Lì's alone again, and he never said what he should have, while he had the chance.
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