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Girl dad Roy

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simple yet specific relationships!

send one of the followings emojis or prompts if you have ideas for relationships & plots when it comes to our muses! feel free to send more of them at the same time too!!

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note: with “my muse”, we mean the sender’s

NEUTRAL

🙂 a simple first meeting should work

🤭 my muse wants to know yours better

🤗 my muse doesn’t know yours, but heard of them /pos

🤔 my muse doesn’t know yours, but heard of them and has no strong feelings about them. yet.

😄 my muse is related or friend of someone your muse is friends with

😕 my muse is related or friend of someone your muse dislikes

😍 my muse is related or friend of someone your muse loves

PLATONIC & FAMILIAL

🐶 they could be friends!!!!

🐺 they were friends in the past, but lost contact with eachother

🐣 they’re family!!!

🐔 my muse is a distant relative of yours

🐴 my muse is a fan of yours

🦝 my muse is an old friend who yours didn’t see in a while

🐭 our muses are online friends

ROMANTIC & SEXUAL

❤️ my muse wants to kiss yours (in a romantic way)

💙 my muse has a one sided crush on yours

💚 our muses are exes

🧡 my muse used to have a crush on yours some time ago

💛 my muse wants to kiss yours (mostly in a sexy kind of way)

💜 our muses had a one night stand

🖤 our muses are fuckbuddies

ANTAGONISTIC & NEGATIVE

🥄 my muse doesn’t know yours, but heard of them /neg

🔨 they should beat eachother up

💣 my muse hates yours

🗡️ our muses hate eachother

🔪 my muse is scared of yours

⛏️ they were friends in the past, but they had a serious fight

🪓 my muse wants to kill yours

WORK & SCHOOL

📅 they’re forced to cooperate

📋 my muse wants yours to work for them

📚 our muses know eachother from school

📊 our muses know eachother from work

📌 my muse works for yours

📭 your muse works for mine

📖 my muse is or was your muse’s teacher

OTHER ODDLY SPECIFIC SCENARIOS

🍉 they should work together to beat someone else up

🍋 our muses are in a fake relationship

🍏 my muse needs yours to pretend to be their partner

🍒 my muse is famous, and i’d love to see yours reaction to see them

🍓 my muse is a troublemaker and yours find them after a fight

🍇 my muse is sad for any reason and crosses paths with yours

🍊 my muse catches yours doing something illegal

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Send "Stop talking" for your muse to shut mine up by kissing them

Alternatively send "Mmph!" for my muse to be the one to interrupt yours with a kiss.

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Titans Rebirth #14

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PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS *  assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary

do you remember what i told you last time?

have you been doing well since i saw you?

that's not what you told me back then.

when was the last time i saw you?

you were shorter then.

i'm picking the restaurant this time.

we've known each other since we were children.

always knew i could count on you.

that time was different. this is worse.

you're not going to let me live that down, are you?

i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.

so you changed your mind about it?

do you remember our encounter in paris?

you should know me by now.

am i the only one that knows the truth?

we had a lot of help back then.

your mom told me to look out for you.

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.

maybe don't mention my past indescretions?

this was never going to work out between us.

i told you not to get attached.

i know more about you than you think.

i was there, remember?

i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.

you told me you were going to try and make this work.

remember what i said to you?

the last time i saw you, things were good between us.

you never mentioned this before.

that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.

can i still trust you after all that?

at least we tried to make something work.

we never discussed what happened between us.

okay, but i'm driving the car this time.

i haven't forgotten what you said last week.

i'm still thinking about your comment.

i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.

you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.

there's not much for us to talk about.

we worked it out last time.

i know you far better than you know yourself.

we have a long history.

is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

what don't i know about you?

i haven't told them about us.

you were the only person i could go to.

you know me.

this is bigger than both of us.

i can't stand your driving.

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

that's not at all what you said.

didn't we agree on that?

i thought i made it very clear where i stand.

are these the same people that came after you last time?

are you still going on about it?

can we talk about it?

staying silent about it won't help.

you're the only person who knows the real me.

this is a bad time to talk about your problems.

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Roy putting pressure on Dick's neck... anyway.

Outsiders #23

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Their gazes met in a fleeting moment, a challenge met with hesitation, and Jason quickly fell back into the same old rhythm of their dance. Their lips met with familiar passion, and for all of Jason's claims that he deserved better than what the younger man had to give, Roy felt he was getting a lot more than what he actually deserved.

The hand pressed to his neck and held him at place, making the archer arch back against Jason and press even more firmly against him, a hand reaching to place itself on the back of Jason's head with equal enthusiasm. His lips parted as he panted softly, an invitation to deepen the kiss if he wanted to, or merely catch a breath.

The fingers that trailed across his skin trailed paths of fire in their wake, his scars remarkably sensitive as Jason explored them swiftly in his digits' journey. They touched as long scars and wounds that have healed from trauma and anguish, bullet holes that had closed and stab marks that slowly healed. Eventually, the exploring hand came to a slow, and Roy let out a quiet, invoulntary whimper as Jason pinched his nipple.

Fuck, where did this man learn how to tease like that?

He pressed into his hand, pushing Jason's head down to meet his lips again in silent approval. His other arm stretched low, dipping down between his legs and further under them, finding Jason's bulge through the fabric of his pants.

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Roy deserved so much better, in fact, in Jason's point of view, he deserved better than Jason himself, because the younger man was a mess from head to toes and inside and out, and with Gotham being as chaotic as it had been lately he had hardly any time to spend thinking of relationships or even to consider a partnership with some extra advantages, which meant he had not much to give the archer.

Still, as the redhead turned to look over his shoulder at Jason's face, the man lowered his own to press their lips together and suckle on Roy's lower one while one of his hands moved up to hold on his neck with a light grip, more to be mildly possessive than to do anything to the archer, following a certain instinct that forced him to have some contact with any source that grounded him in the idea that yes, Roy was there, alive and well, not just some figment of his imagination.

His other arm moved too as Jason felt the hand brushing on it, his own fingertips that threatened to go under Roy's shirt now took action to do so, bringing the fabric up with his arm the higher his hand went on the rehead's front in order to reach and squeeze one half of his chest. Some of the scars found there were unknown to Jason, but he didn't mind them as well, instead, preferred to focus on how the archer's skin felt against his slightly colder hand, warm, solid and how his chest seemed to tremble a little when his fingers brushed on its nipple.

"Like this..." If Roy felt uncomfortable with his touches, he could pull and guide that arm and hand away from himself when Jason alternated between pinching on the nub with gentle care and rubbing it with circular motions.

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Roy Harper appreciation post

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Dangerous Romance Sentences

(Sentences for muses entangled in romances with an element of danger to them - spies, criminals, and more. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I can't believe you'd actually shoot somebody for me! That's one of the single most romantic things anyone's ever done for me!"

"Must we know everything about each other? Can't our pasts stay behind us?"

"You know, this past year is the longest I've ever stayed in one place."

"Don't pretend you're not enjoying this."

"I want to be mad at you, but then you're so sweet!"

"Tell me, would you ever say "stop" to me?""

"True evil is, above all things, seductive."

"Is homicidal not your type?"

"I love how delusional you are."

"Put your gun down, slowly, and take off your shirt."

"Can you accept me as I am? Can you love me?"

"Drinks and a trip to the morgue? This is the best date I've had in years!"

"Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?"

"I don't want you to make you good. I don't want you to be normal. I don't want you to be anything but who you truly are."

"You can look past your fear and see me for who I am?"

"Wow, you are pretty when you're mad!"

"Fear is an underrated aphrodisiac."

"It's a fine line between pleasure and pain."

"I will love you for who you are."

"If we're to continue, you must know how dangerous this is. How dangerous I am."

"Be careful. You're too beautiful to die."

"You have tried for so long to be who everyone wants you to be - who you thought you ought to be. Why not be who you are instead?"

"I love you no matter what."

"There's a lot I can't tell you, and I know that's upset you in the past. You felt it was because of a lack of trust of confidence, but it's because I admire you and I love you that I kept things secret from you."

"You can talk about murder on our date. It's fine!"

"It's the subterfuge that makes it all the more delicious."

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📝

what color reminds your muse of mine?

"The easy answer would probably Red, right? It's not a big mystery; I think most people associate Jason with that color. It symbolizes a lot of things about the man, other than his getup and his moniker. But sometimes I also see him in gold, or shades of emerald green. Not to get poetic or anything, it just reminds me of him sometimes."

what song reminds your muse of mine? 

"Now that's a tough one. Man, if I can only pick one for Jay... hmm... Ah, fuck it. Hell's Comin' With me by Poor Man's Poison. Listen to that and tell me that's not Jason."

what scent reminds your muse of mine? 

"A few, actually. The smell of gunpowder. The smell of oil and grease. The smell of leather, or something woody and spicy, like black pepper or sandalwood. Uhm, well, better not talk about why on the last ones, yeah? Let's keep it between you and me, heh."

what meme reminds your muse of mine? 

Roy scrolls through his phone and grins, turning the screen to show this pic:

what sound reminds your muse of mine? 

"I can think of a few here too. The sound of an engine purring, or a motor revving up. The sound of book pages turning. The sound of a heavy boot rapping, or impatient foot tapping. I would have said gunshots, but honestly? I have a few other associations with that one."

what setting reminds your muse of mine? 

"My workshop, mostly. We hang out here sometimes when we don't feel like going out and about. I help him with stuff and he helps me with mine. It's nice to not be cooped up in here most of the day alone when I'm in a working mood."

what fashion style reminds your muse of mine? 

"It's a mix of it, I think. It's sort of between grunge and punk, but very tactical. He's trying to make people think he doesn't care but I think he definitely does, for sure. I think biker style also reminds me of him, too. He's very fond of his leather jackets."

what feeling does your muse associate with mine?

"Ah... Isn't that the million dollar question, heh? Damn. It depends on the day and the moment. I can recall a hundred and more times I was so fucking done with this guy. That he pissed me off or got me real mad, and all I wanted was to shoot an arrow right into that stupid helmet of his.

But I also remember times he made me smile like no one else could. Where he was there for me when no one else was. When he listened to all my bullshit with a straight face, or told me things straight. I hate him and love him at the same time, and he gets me upset as much as he makes me happy.

I guess that's the feeling I associate with him. That odd tightrope between the two emotions. Is there a word for it? I don't know. But man, whatever it is, I'm willing to live the rest of my damn life feeling this way every day."

what animal does your muse associate with mine?

"Oh, you're gonna laugh at this one—raccoons. Yeah, yeah, I know, but listen! These animals are survivors. They can be super ferocious when they want to, and they are incredibly clever. They are extremely chaotic. They also pretend they're dead sometimes. Now do you see the similarities?"

what holiday does your muse associate with mine?

"Eh, I don't know... Halloween, I guess? Comes closest to Jason's vibes, I think."

what season does your muse associate with mine?

"Autumn. Something about the change of the weather in that season and the scenery just reminds me of him."

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Taking the moments to make sure he was fresh and clean in the bathroom, Roy did his best not to let the overwhelming urge of analyzing the situation too thoroughly take him. Of course he still had questions as to what prompted this, what brought them here, but did it really matter now that they were here?

Checking himself one last time in the mirror, Roy pushed away from the sink and walked out of the bathroom. He only managed to take a single step into his open bedroom as he noticed Wally went right for it, his lips barely parting to utter a word before he found himself up against one of the walls, expertly pinned by the speedster.

Their lips met, and it was like fireworks. Eager hands secured his to position as one dared to reach for his nape, inviting him closer, Wally's lips parting in invitation that Roy's happily accepted. One of Roy's hand placed on the back of Wallace's head as he urged him closer, tilting his head as he deepened their kiss, brows furrowing as his focus swiftly shifted. His other hand, as equally daring, reached for the redhead's shirt and fingertips slipped underneath it.

Fuck. Why did it feel like they should have done this a long time ago?

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There was no hiding the relief on those freckle splattered features. A hum so fine inside threatened to expose itself, but he tampered it down and moved at human pace inside. Having been here so many times before, the visual was not in the least bit startling, comforting actually because it was not cold like a strangers would be. The only thing Wallace had to fight was the urge to clean up for them, that not being why he was here and not wanting Roy to think he was judging. 

Damn. He really needed to get out of his own head for a bit. Hence why Wallace was here in the first place. Too much overthinking and sometimes his body just drifted places without him; a thought having him show up at one of the titan’s doorsteps unannounced. This would calm him down, would sate him for a period of time. Careful not to step on a toy, Wallace moved to Roy’s bedroom thinking it best to keep adulting in an adult space when he was unsure how it would go. 

The bag was opened so items he would need could be pulled out from condoms to certain lube that could withstand quicker paces due to the base. Then the bag was tossed into a corner and shoes removed though his t shirt and jeans remained on. They should talk about more details, figure out how this will go, but the nerves were buzzing so it might be best to get that energy down first. Also, he was over thinking it again. 

That was why the moment Roy appeared, Wallace stopped containing himself. In a blur of movement he had the archer pinned to one of his walls, hands on those hips and lips against the others. Not the smoothest warm up, but eagerness could not be withheld. One limb rose up to grab at the side of Roy’s neck, fingertips curled into the nape as lips parted for an invite to deepen it, to explore.

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send me   📝  and my muse will answer all applicable questions below: 

what color reminds your muse of mine?

what song reminds your muse of mine? 

what scent reminds your muse of mine? 

what meme reminds your muse of mine? 

what sound reminds your muse of mine? 

what setting reminds your muse of mine? 

what fashion style reminds your muse of mine? 

what feeling does your muse associate with mine?

what animal does your muse associate with mine?

what holiday does your muse associate with mine?

what season does your muse associate with mine?

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Finishing another swig from his non-alcoholic beer, Roy looked over to Jason as the bigger man deposited the refilled bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and landing on his end of the couch moments later. The archer leaned over, eyes returning to fixate on the screen as he scooped a hanful of popcorn. Just as he did, not expecting his comment to be taken as a provocation to any further action, a pair of strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him away.

Pressed to Jason's front, Roy was relieved he hadn't managed any of the popcorn he had taken yet. Those diligent hands felt him up and down with purpose, causing the archer's breath to tremble before they crossed under his chest. Pulling him impossibly closer, those fingertips threatened to slip under his loose tank top, and those lips tempted and teased at the skin of his neck with every word uttered as the vibration of the sound pressed to them.

"That so...?" Roy murmured thoughtlessly, lost in the warmth of the embrace and the desire leaking from Jason's every utterance, and how restrained the younger man held himself to be. The annoyance was clear as daylight in his voice, and Roy was annoyed for the same reasons; every time they started something, it had quickly ended by something more urgent that jumped them. It felt, at times, as if the world did not want them to take this step further.

But since when either of them was good listening to what the world had to say to them?

"You're saying it like you're gonna let it try and stop you from trying, Red." Roy teased with a small grin, a hand reaching to brush against one of those squeezing arms.

"You think I deserve better?" he turned his head, tilting it in a way he could see Jason's from over his shoulder, daring eyes searching for the other's.

"Then show me what I do deserve."

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i get it. you're not interested.

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First Roy asked him if he was threatening him with a good time when Jason whispered one of the lines of the movie they were watching together, a misunderstanding that he flew right over his head in the first moment, but after a few more minutes this came up.

Not interested, hu?

Jason cocked a brow and turned his attention from the popcorn bowl he was refilling to the TV and to Roy. Did the movie have any quotes like that? None that popped out in his mind at that moment. Was Roy joking or playing on something? It didn't seem to be the case, there was a hint of discontentment in his tone, just the smallest of inflections, the one the archer used when dismissing something that bothered him, but that he didn't want to be taken serious.

With the bowl full again, he walked back to the living room and placed it on the coffee table, then dropped his weight on the couch like a sack of potatoes and looked at Roy from the corner of his eyes before the silence bothered him enough that Jason took action himself and pulled the archer to his lap.

Both hands moved up and down Roy's sides for a moment before they crossed under his chest to pull his back against the barrel chest behind him, and Jason lowered his face to brush his lips on the curve of the archer's neck. "Every time we start, that fucking comm turns up with an emergency... or someone interrupts us..." There was annoyance in his voice when pointing that out, the frustration of all the previous iterations of this same exchange crossed his mind clear as day. "... I don't mind a quickie, but you deserve better than a fuck and go." Jason explained, and yet his hands and arms only squeezed and pulled Roy closer to feel his back muscles against his chest. "Not uninterested. Self-aware."

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the outsiders 2003 #11

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“There is a child inside you who is trying

to raise the child in me”

-Mythological Beauty by Big thief

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 .    (  a collection of  action prompts.   feel free to reverse roles as desired. this prompt will be updated.  )

[ REDWOOD ] sender lashes out at receiver when it isn't their fault.

[ WILLOW ] sender embraces receiver in a moment of extreme distress.

[ PINE ] sender fervently resists receiver's attempts to comfort / care for them.

[ BIRCH ] sender finally ends a tense argument by reaching out to apologize.

[ POPLAR ] sender mentors receiver through learning a new skill.

[ PALM ] sender and receiver avoid / ignore the stresses of real life together.

[ ELM ] sender lends receiver aid in a time of urgent need.

[ MAGNOLIA ] sender, believed to be dead, arrives at receiver's door.

[ DOGWOOD ] sender gifts receiver a token of good luck / protection.

[ MULBERRY ] sender and receiver take a long walk through nature together.

[ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds.

[ CAMPHOR ] sender suddenly pushes receiver out of danger's path.

[ CASHEW ] when they're finally alone, sender invites receiver to dance.

[ LAVENDER ] sender lays their head in receiver's lap and closes their eyes.

[ BEECH ] it comes to light that sender has betrayed receiver.

[ HIBISCUS ] sender invites receiver to go traveling with them.

[ HICKORY ] sender pushes receiver to admit that they need them.

[ MAPLE ] sender shakes receiver's shoulders, begging them to wake up.

[ CHERRY BLOSSOM ] sender revels in receiver's beauty, stunned.

[ JOSHUA ] sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash .

[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years.

[ FIG ] sender, knowing receiver is hungry, pressures them to eat.

[ YEW ] sender beckons for receiver to join them in the water.

[ CYPRESS ] sender shamelessly flirts with receiver.

[ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them.

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guys cover your eyes, don't encourage them

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