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meechi. aha, sorry for all the inactivity as of late. this is a lower priority blog for me rn ; i mainly put all my focus into my Tsukasa blog, so I may be gone from here for long periods of time. i thank you for your patience with me!

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4-Word Sentence Prompts

Part I An assortment of prompts and/or starters using only four words. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ I don't need you. ”

“ Celebrate while you can. ”

“ It was too much. ”

“ I'm so, so sorry. ”

“ Let me love you. ”

“ Where have you been? ”

“ Why am I here? ”

“ I would love to. ”

“ I tried but failed. ”

“ You'll never forgive me. ”

“ I want to confess. ”

“ I will protect you. ”

“ You don't deserve me. ”

“ I don't deserve you. ”

“ You are safe here. ”

“ You choose your fate. ”

“ I have lost control. ”

“ I don't recognize myself. ”

“ You are to blame. ”

“ You lack the skills. ”

“ Be still, don't move. ”

“ Yet again you lie. ”

“ You are so beautiful. ”

“ Take it off. Now. ”

“ Look at you now. ”

“ Shoot before it escapes! ”

“ You can't do this! ”

“ Please don't leave me. ”

“ Please leave me along. ”

“ Worship me or die. ”

“ Bow before me, peasant. ”

“ Did you make this? ”

“ I can't believe this! ”

“ You are my villain. ”

“ You are my hero. ”

“ I don't take sides. ”

“ Run, don't look back. ”

“ My life is perfect. ”

“ Don't lie to me. ”

“ When is it over? ”

“ What is this madness? ”

“ Cut loose, have fun! ”

“ I hate you all. ”

“ I love you, dear. ”

“ You drive me crazy. ”

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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.

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"I love your dress!" For Velvette from Ruby. Unprompted

" of course you love it! i've designed it! "

She didn't need the compliment, but it was well - received all the same. The proud smile and satisfied tilt of her head said as much. " well, i can't say you don't have good taste, though. you've got an eye, i'll give you that. "

At this, Velvette took a moment to survey the little girl. Her fashion was . . . well, out - dated, but it didn't seem completely hopeless. Velvette had to admit she had a soft spot for the gothic and dark, even if it was a little much at points.

her outfit balances out, though. maybe a little too plain, but that can be remedied. at least she can color coordinate.

" you're not on a bad start yourself, honey. you've got potential. if you want some tips, i could get you started on really shining in that outfit of yours. "

unprompted / @glccmydayz

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meechi. not for me to plug another blog of mine BUT i have a fun Hellaverse AU over on my Tenma Tsukasa blog. if you're interested in fallen virtues angry with god & apprenticing under Overlords while running his own theater & troupe, accepting 'deals' taking on the other person's memories/feelings/experiences while creating a space home to fellow outcasts & freaks, then i would highly recommend checking him out!

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Send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours

○○○○○ | ATTRACTION ○○○○○ | AFFECTION ○○○○○ | INTEREST ○○○○○ | LOYALTY ○○○○○ | TRUST

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

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@antisatiric // continued from [ x ]

" wait, you . . . want to stay here? "

Whatever embarrassment Charlie might have felt from her impromptu soliliquy, it quickly melted away at the reveal of this young man's intent. He wants . . . a room? At the hotel? At her hotel?!

Her heart quickened its pace, and she couldn't help the giddy expression now arising to her face. A smile split from ear to ear, she bounded to the Sinner's side and quickly took his hand, shaking it with a sudden friendly energy just moments ago missing. " ohmygodohmygodohmygod, yes! i mean, ahem -- "

Suddenly remembering her place, Charlie let go and stepped back, her smile turning somewhat sheepish but still energetic as she continued. " yes, yes, of course! there will always be a room open for wayward souls, such as yourself! come in, come in! we'll get you situated! ohhhh, this is so ex - cit - ing!! " She was almost on the brink of bursting out into song as she led the young man into the lobby.

" our hotel had recently gone under renovation, thanks to the whole angel's extermination thing, ahaha, but! it couldn't be built better or stronger as ever! and not to mention, the beds! we've upgraded to memory foam! yes, you couldn't ask for a more sure and comfortable stay on your path to redemption! oh! "

Realizing she may have been going too fast in conversation, she suddenly stopped and turned around. " i'm sorry, i hadn't catch your name! i'm Charlie! it's nice to meet you, mister . . . ? " She held out her hand, awaiting a response.

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Day 6: Morning Routine

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❛  here, you look like you need this more than me right now.  ❜ (for Carmilla. Get that stressed out woman a drink)

Carmilla looked at the glass. For a second, she almost turned him down. Even an Overlord of her status knew better than to accept an offering from the likes of the Radio Demon. However . . . Alastor was as much a friendly acquaintance as he was a danger to her well - being. She sincerely doubted whatever he might've put in that drink was strong enough to take her down anyway.

not that alastor would have. poisoning a drink seems too little and too boring, for a showman like him.

" -- thank you. " Her gratitude was short - spoken as she took the drink, swirling a bit in her hands. This was no longer about the prospect of poison. A woman of her standing knew the qualities of what made a good drink, though. Well, even if it was terrible, Carmilla's stomach could handle it. A part of her almost wanted it to be ; memories of life on Earth, knocking back moonshine tequila with her friends, their faces either red or puckered, flooded from her heart. It would be nice to experience something like that again -- a simple life with no worry of death or consequence, where one tomorrow seemed like a single lifetime away . . .

but, she thought, i am no longer that girl.

Carmilla's face hardened. She knocked back the whiskey, her tongue barely tasting any of the liquor as it passed through her lips. It left a satisfying burn, though, as she placed down the glass. A pleasant, familiar warmth settled into her stomach. It was . . . fine.

" . . . i see you're still drinking rye whiskey. you really haven't changed these past seven years, have you, Alastor? "

random dialogue sentence starters / @harteatiing

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Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.

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Trying on mom's hat 👒💞✨

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meechi. if you ever ship with my Velvette, know the song Modern Love by Mother Mother automatically applies. js.

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meechi. struck by nature's once - a - month curse. taking damage every couple of seconds. oof. ough. ow. tch. oof. ( <- the sounds of my hp going down )

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Flirting Sentences, Vol. 1

(Sentences for flirting muses, with varying levels of brashness. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Does the offer to kiss you still stand?"

"Just about now might be a good time for a dance."

"Your lipstick's the same colour as the sunset."

"Is this demonstration of boyish agility turning you on at all?"

"Well, aren't you going to invite me in?"

"You want to make that honeymoon video now?"

"I find a dash of danger titillating."

"Is this your idea of seduction?"

"I love it when you take charge."

"Would you be surprised to learn that you've been on my mind?"

"I have to tell you, I want to kiss you."

"I like talking to you. I'm interested in you. "

"I think it's remotely plausible that someone might think you're hot."

"I'm going to allow you to buy me dinner."

"I don't want to scare you, but I think I'm madly in love with you."

"I got this for you!"

"I've been introduced to everyone here except you."

"Do you just like to watch, or would you like to join me?"

"Every time I see you, I swear my heart skips a beat."

"You do know that it's quite a turn on when a man shows himself so capable?"

"Is this what they call love at first sight?"

"Are you always this sweet?"

"Does that get your juices flowing?"

"Look, you're all about control, and I'm not doing to deny it - that's a turn on."

"Don't worry, the next date won't be like this."

"Are you doing anything tonight?"

"What is your type? For the record."

"Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?"

"You just can't keep away from me, can you?"

"I've been thinking about you."

"Wow! You look incredible!"

"Has anybody ever told you that you have perfect bone structure and buttocks like coconuts?"

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" as if we don't have more models ready to replace them at any given moment. " However, she knew Vox wasn't wrong. Although Velvette displayed none of her agitation, the comment burned into her, like a fiery brand. Whatever skin equivalent of bristling there was, Velvette would certainly be guilty of it. She was grateful, just for a moment, of having come to Hell fur - less.

" not to mention, if push comes to shove, i'd be an excellent replacement. you think just because i'm behind the scenes, i can't work the spotlight? ha! darling, you know i steal the stage every time we're on camera together! not even your hypnotic bullshit can turn eyes away from me! "

That was a bit of an exaggeration. In reality, Velvette knew if Vox meant business, nothing would stop him from getting the crowd and all of Pentagram City from taking him seriously. But, when it came to pure magnetism and natural charisma, she had it in spades. Even if her purpose was just to be some doll for everyone to fucking look at, she'll carry the Vee brand like she was fucking Atlas. Supposing it won't mess up her figure, of course.

" anyway, you could stand to think about the future a lot less. you're so fucking preoccupied with it. if you focused a bit more on the fucking moment, we wouldn't be wasting so much fucking time. we wouldn't have gotten that shoot done at all if i hadn't told you to stop with the bitching. what's the point of fussing about something like that if you're not gonna let it happen? life ain't some TV you can just pause, you know. "

She huffed, but Velvette couldn't quite help the smug smile from appearing on her lips. Even though he had gotten under her skin just a moment ago, it seemed she was coming out on top again. Ha, that should show him. Mess with the tiger, get the claws -- as they say, although she was only playing with claws sheathed. If she really wanted to mess him up, she would have obliterated him from the get - go.

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"Six hours of production time for a better shoot, Velvette, let's not overlook that! We made more fucking money off that line than the four before it combined." Vox tries not to get openly agitated, but only succeeds in coming off slightly less strained than he actually feels.

A better person would probably admit to their own wrongdoings, but Vox is in Hell for a whole host of reasons. That he respects Velvette as a businesswoman and friend doesn't make her arguments any less invalid, nor does it make Vox any more inclined to listen to her when she's talking blatant shit about him.

It's fucking lucky we manage to put up a united front in public with the kind of shit the two of them put me through.

"The animator's a low blow, first of all, and we both know it wouldn't have done much in the grand scheme of things if that contract had been slightly tilted in his favor." Vox had been frayed at the time, too, coming fresh off the replacement of his core processor. His regulation hadn't been working and the change caused him the same full-body itch they always do until he gets used to it. He was agitated; it was just a moment of weakness. "And if you want to play that game, let's revisit all the times I've stopped you from firing models mid-shoot and delaying ads by potential weeks because you can't even fucking think two seconds into the future."

The pixels that make up the corners of his eyes glitch visibly.

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meechi. also lmao i know the rpc tends towards more casual rps and one - liners, and i'm all for that! but i'm the type of person who just tends to write a lot, even when i'm aiming for something short, so if you ever get like, an exceedingly long reply from me, i almost never expect people to match length with me exactly. so long as you give me enough to work with, i'm not picky about that. i am just full of words sometimes jdvbskvdjbsk

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oh jesus fucking christ, not this shit again.

The first time Velvette had walked past him, there was a sinking feeling in her chest the idiot had gotten distracted by the lamp again. However, she had wanted to put a little more faith in her comrade and expected him to have moved by the time of her return.

Unfortunately, she should've known better than to get hopes up.

" alright, big guy, " Velvette nudged Val away from the lamp, trying to get his attention, " we don't have time for this. they've been missing you down at the shoot. there'll be more bright lights for you to stare at there. "

though that would be a great fucking inconvenience. we kinda need him at full faculties here.

" i made some killer designs for your shoot and i'm not letting you squander some of my best work for a fucking lamp. c'mon. "

He's been standing in the middle of The V Tower lobby staring directly into a lamp for about 20 minutes now.