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muses have been moved to @unospiritu

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send a number and a pair for a drabble

“Come back!” 

“Please, just stop talking.” 

“I just want to see you smile…” 

“I can’t believe you believed me!” 

“Wake up!” 

“God, just shut up!” 

“Stop looking at me like that, it’s your fault anyway.” 

“What, nothing?” 

“You look exhausted.” 

“Come here, you need a hug.”

“No, you don’t get a choice.” 

“I’m coming over.” 

“Do you want to be alone?”

“Open the door!” 

“Tell me the truth.” 

“You lied to me!”

“I thought I could trust you.”

“What am I to you?”

“You… you used me.” 

“Say something!” 

“Stop doing this to yourself.” 

“Oh… don’t cry…” 

“Stop, please!” 

“You never loved me, you loved what I could give you.” 

“I don’t want to be alone.” 

“Do you hate me, too?” 

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Send ✐+ a prompt for a short drabble about our muses.

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nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes ♕ : Holding hands ♖ : Having their hair washed by your muse ♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap. ♘ : Cuddling in a blanket fort ♙ : Sharing a bed ♚ : Head scratches ♛ : Sharing a dessert ♜ : Shoulder rubs ♝ : Reading a book together ♞ : Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which) ♟ : Patching up a wound ♤ : Taking a bath together ♧ : Your muse playing with their hair ♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together ♢ : Forehead or cheek kisses ♠ : Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc. ♣ : Back scratches ♥ : Your muse crying about something ♦ : Slow dancing

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Send one for a Scenario!

{Send the symbol + reverse for the opposite!}

♥ — Hug my muse!

♦ — Kiss my muse on the forehead!

♣ — Tickle my muse!

♠ — Massage my muse’s shoulders!

◘ — Stroke my muse’s hair!

♪ — Rub my muse’s back!

♫ — Kiss my muse’s neck!

☼ — Hold my muse’s hand! 

► — Lay your head in my muse’s lap!

▲ — Share a blanket with my muse!

◄ — Pull my muse to sit in your lap!

▼ — Share a bath/shower with my muse (writer or sender’s choice!)

✿ — To put a flower in my muses hair!

★ — To lean on my muse’s shoulder!

♫ — To sing to my muse!

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☼ antigone sentence starters ☼

if it has come to this what can I do, either to help or hinder?

even if you should wish to give your help i would not take it now.

if i have to die for this pure crime, i am content.

look to yourself and do not fear for me.

go and denounce me!

when I can do no more, then i will stop.

none are so foolish as to long for death.

silence! or you will anger me.

why must you probe the seat of our displeasure?

it’s bad, to judge at random, and judge wrong!

tell me briefly — i want no long speech: did you not know that this had been forbidden?

so you dared to disobey the law?

that would have caused me grief; this causes none.

there is no room for pride in one who is a slave!

everything in me displeases you.

have you no shame, not to conform with others?

but in your stormy voyage i am glad to share the danger, travelling at your side.

you shall not die with me.

save your own life. i grudge not your escape.

once a house is shaken of heaven, disaster never leaves it, from generation to generation.

let not this single thought possess you: only what you say is right, and nothing else.

those friends of yours who can must tolerate your raging madness; i will not endure it.

is it your purpose then to kill them both?

now do i make my last journey; now do i see the last sun that ever i shall behold.

unwept, unwedded and unbefriended, alone, pitilessly used, now they drag me to death.

enough of this! if tears and lamentations could stave off death they would go on for ever.

i have nothing to say, no comfort to give: the sentence is passed, and the end is here.

with this plague you are yourself infected.

you’ll rouse me to awaken my dark secret.

to yield is very hard, but to resist and meet disaster, that is harder still.

wild lament would be less ominous than this unnatural silence.

my grief crushes me.

i prayed for death; i wish for nothing else.

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Day 2: Nine’s Day

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( cue my screeching as other znt blog have found me aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa )

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diaboliis

Hands shoved in his pockets, the jock strode along the sidewalk without a care in the world. However, something did pick his attention and his nonchalant pace suddenly slowed until the Devilman came to a stop. Brown eyes flicked upward and watched the distressed girl with a risen eyebrow. “Hey!” Akira called out.

“Is everything okay over there? Need help or something?”

Her shaking hand held the phone tightly as tears fell from her eyes and onto the pavement. She finally cracked and screamed, hurling the phone - which hit the concerned individual in the face. “I can’t take it!!! What do I do?!”

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(My Twelve your Nine) “You’ve been so quiet, lately. Is there something we need to talk about?”

@savants-nine-and-twelve [ Misc. sentence & symbol starters ]

They were really doing it – again. After having lived through the shooting and the mighty forces trying to blemish them, they had taken to hiding in the city still and were staying out of sight.

Looking out the window at the night was a little custom of Nine’s since his nightmares about Five and everything that went with it as they had fought and nearly died.

“Twelve…” Nine’s voice was soft - they had to be considerate of the other sleeping with them in the next room - Lisa.

“I’ve been thinking. Would the world be alright without us?”

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Angsty Romantic Cliches I’m a Slut For 

Holding their partner’s unconscious/dead body

Sobbing into their partner’s shoulder/chest

One of them is hurt and the other falls asleep in their hospital room

The other losing their mind when their partner is hurt/killed and charging into battle recklessly

“I thought I lost you” hugs

“Don’t go where I can’t follow!” 

One is mind controlled and forced to fight the other

The other refusing to harm them and getting seriously injured as consequence 

The person coming to and seeing what they’ve done

I could go on about this trope alone for 5 hours

A last desperate “I love you!” 

A tearful, hard kiss before battle, bonus points if its a confessional kiss

“Please, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

Bandaging each other’s wounds

Both of them injured, and waking up beside each other

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psa on posting speed;

i am a slow roleplayer. not only do i get distracted easily, i get overwhelmed easily. sometimes i can’t talk and do drafts at the same time so i am sorry if i ignore your message. i am deliberate and methodical with every word choice. i like to spend my time on my writing and getting to that emotional level within myself to evoke a proper response with each reply. i’m not good at whipping out thread after thread. i never have been. i’m sorry if that’s the way you roleplay and i don’t match up, but i like to think the quality of the writing makes up for my lack of speed. thank you so much!

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@diaboliis [ gets some info on the terrorists ]

A stressed, very scared girl was handing out on a set of steps. Said steps led their way up to her home- an apartment where her mother lived. The girl’s mom was not well, more like unstable. She wanted to go home mostly because her mom worried about her constantly, sending her texts on her cellphone she had to turn off. They were making her panic.

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Misc. sentence & symbol starters

Send one for my muse’s reaction (sfw & nsfw):

Feel free to change pronouns/etc, or add descriptions of what’s happening!

“It’s not so bad, once you get used to it. But once you get out? All Hell breaks loose.”

“I don’t need you to hold my hand. I can do this alone.”

“That letter you wrote–did you mean every word?”

“Come watch the sunset with me.”

“Once, just once, I’d like for someone to bring me flowers instead of corpses.”

“Everyone I’ve asked says you’re someone who can’t be trusted. What do you make of that?”

“You’ve been so quiet, lately. Is there something we need to talk about?”

“Nobody completes another person. There’s no such thing as a soulmate.”

“If we die tomorrow, I want you to know that you were the (best/worst) thing to ever happen to me.”

“Love doesn’t always involve suffering. At the very least, it shouldn’t.”

“Who taught you love was supposed to hurt?”

“I’m not asking for your deepest, darkest secrets. I’m just asking you to open up a little.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me. You can’t.”

“Does (name/pronoun) know you’re here with me?”

“When they died, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I just… got lost.”

“Rage will only get you so far.”

“There are more lives at stake here than the ones you care about! What gives you the right to decide that one person’s life weighs more than countless others?”

“You look at (name/pronoun) like you want to fuck (name/pronoun).” 

“It’s been a bad day, please pay attention to me.”

“I want to make you feel good.”

“Can you stop eye-fucking me for five minutes?”

“What I’m saying is: I want to fuck you.”

“Not that I’m complaining, but your hand keeps brushing my groin.”

“Hands to yourself until I say otherwise.”

“On your knees, there we go.”

“Everyone knows the two of you have been fucking.”

“Getting laid might help you relax a little.”

“I could kiss you all day.”

“I’m not saying I don’t love you. I’m saying I don’t trust you.”

“Don’t think for one second that there’s anything I wouldn’t do for (name/pronoun).”

“Did I ever tell you about my parents?”

“You must have done something truly awful, to end up where you are now.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you, so I didn’t. I’m sorry.”

“Stop trying to make me feel guilty.”

“Tell me something nice, please. About anything.”

“If you don’t get out of bed, I’ll pour this coffee on you.”

“I’m afraid of a lot of things. You’re not one of them.”

“If you would just let me take care of you, this would be a lot easier on us both.”

“What makes you think I’d ever help you?”

“Do you need me to kill someone?”

Symbols (add as much or as little description as you’d like!)

★ to clap a hand over my muse’s mouth and drag them out of sight

❉ to kiss my muse on the mouth (or somewhere else, if specified)

↑ to pick my muse up and carry them, for whatever reason

™ to wrap an arm around my muse’s shoulders and pull them in for a hug

♫ to playfully slap my muse’s ass

✂ to grab my muse by the throat

☛ to start shouting at my muse for something they did

♦ to slide a drink towards my muse (alcoholic or otherwise)

♠ to tend to my muse when they wake up injured and confused in your muse’s home, having been rescued by your muse

≠ to slap my muse across the face!

♡ to touch my muse any way you’d like - add a description!

Add ‘reverse’ for our muses’ roles to be reversed!

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@devils-messenger [ gets some info on the terrorists ]

It wasn’t that odd for Toji Hisami ( or Twelve as he was called back in the institution ) to be seen walking around Tokyo. He was very carefree and liked to often joke and pull little stunts - like the time he jumped the wall into the school swimming pool just because he was too hot. All the girls laughed and he just came up beaming.

He was still wearing his school uniform - with the tiny crest of the school symbolized on the right side. Pushing his hands in his pockets he smiled as people walked around him. They were all so oblivious to what he really was - he and Nine. They’s take back their freedom, one small act at a time.

He knew Nine was already working on the next project so he should be left to his own devices. And that meant Twelve could do as he pleased. Lisa was presumably at her mom’s home, once again trying all she could to appease a hysterical figure in her life. Poor girl. He felt bad for her.