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“Need an extra set of hands?” 

Shuuhei shakes bird seed out of his hair. "To hunt the winged rats, maybe," he grunts. Fucking pigeons knocked over the feeder onto him.

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Shuuhei remembers watching Kaname bursting into a cloud of blood. Even in the midst of battle, he felt his heart collapse the way paper falls apart in water.

He doesn't get it, but he gets that everyone falls apart differently. Mukuro isn't the type to fall apart here, it seem. God knows there isn't the time.

"I wish I could feel the losses, but there's this... wall." Izuru is gone now. He cried while his captain shouted to get his shit together. But he watches people lose arms and insides and feels nothing. "We're gonna be fucked if we survive. This mess is..." he takes a long drag, "it's monumental."

Her lips wrap around the cigarette, his cigarette, and he has to look away. This isn't the time or place for that shit.

He heaves Kazeshini onto his shoulder. The other blade is propped in the mud. A little dirt won't lessen its lethality. Kazeshini is a like himself. The mess is just a fact of life, a byproduct, like how his palms sweat when he plays guitar and bloodshed in war.

Eventually, you see enough, and it's just that: just sweat, just blood, just shit, just splinters of bone and globs of gore.

"I guess you're right." He pauses to take a long puff and holds it until his lung kindly ask for air. He lets it out. "I can't even miss anyone right now. This is it." The only thing he feels now is nicotine in his blood.

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Like for an ask or starter or smth

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the priory of the orange tree  -  samantha shannon  sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ;   death ,  pregnancy 

‘all the world is a cage in a young girl’s eyes.’

‘there is great power in stories.’

‘all stories grow from a seed of truth. they are knowledge after figuration.’

‘I see through your mask. I see what’s in your heart. it’s the same as what’s in mine. ambition.’

‘have we met? don’t tell me, you’re plainly a fool, and I have no interest in befriending fools.’

‘i’ve always rather fancied an adventure.’

‘oh, come, (name). you know why this is happening. everyone tried to warn you.’

‘what I know is less important than what the world sees.’

‘all you see, in the end, is what I want you to see. such is politics.’

‘this mission may not seem survivable but you never know.’

‘you have ambition. ever apologize for that.’

‘you won’t miss me so much. when you soar above the clouds, we will all seem very small down here.’

‘where I am, I am with you.’

‘what did I do to deserve you turning up to threaten what little I have left of an existence?’

‘you’re old enough to know that not all dreams should be pursued, especially not dreams conceived on the featherbed of love.’

‘trust me. you can do nothing here but die.’

‘I have an interest in survival. I suggest you nurture one, too.’

‘we may be small, and we may be young, but we shake the world for our beliefs.’

‘now I know your secret, and it reeks far worse than mine.’

‘you have not seen death. you have only seen the mask we put on it.’

‘I prefer the taste of mercy. it lets me sleep at night.’

‘rain is water, and so are we. will water defeat you?’

‘you should do as you see fit. there will always be voices telling you what to do, and how to act, but it is you who wears the crown.’

‘you do speak comely words. I wonder if you mean them.’

‘all courts will fall prey to affection and deceit, often veiled as courtesy. but I like to believe that I speak from the heart.’

‘I suspect you fear that your skill will slip between your fingers if you loosen your grip for even a moment.’

‘remember, (name), that a sword does not need to be whetted at all hours to keep it sharp.’

‘dreams reach deep into our pasts.’

‘I do not sleep because I am not only afraid of the monsters at my door, but also of the monsters my own mind can conjure. the ones that live within.’

‘you wear so much armor by daylight that, by night, you can carry it no longer. by night, you are only flesh.’

‘in darkness, we are named our truest selves. night is when fear comes to us at its fullest, when we have no way to fight.’

‘fear will do everything it can to seep inside you. sometimes it may succeed — but never think that you are the night.’

‘balance is necessary in all things, (name) — it doesn’t not equate to disrespect.’

‘I never wanted an adventure. not even one.’

‘monsters often have soft faces. they know how to mask themselves.’

‘how is it you always know what to say to comfort me?’

‘you use the suffering of others for your own gain.’

‘I did not do it out of kindness. I did it because I wanted my life to run a smooth course.’

‘that disappoints me. that dishonors you. but not beyond forgiveness.’

‘that is not the question you must ask. you must ask what we must do.’

‘I have never had any great inclination toward marriage. not the sort of marriage those of royal blood must make — born not of love, but fear of isolation. yet if I refrain the world will stand in judgement.’

‘childing is not always easy. no one talks openly about the difficulties. the discomfort. the uncertainty. so now you feel the weight of your condition, you believe yourself alone in it.’

‘your fear is natural. let no one tell you otherwise.’

‘I am not quite sure what I did without you.’

‘just once, I wanted to be fearless. to take a risk.’

‘try not to be irritating.’

‘I fear death too much to seek it.’

‘my will was not always what it is now. once I was as molten glass, yet to be spun into shape. I sense I have taken a shape she mislikes.’

‘I told you fear was natural, but you must not let it consume you. not when there is so much at stake.’

‘I despise all of you, overweening crows. all any of you think about is what you can peck from me.’

‘you had a great burden to bear, and you bore it bravely.’

‘you have tried to turn yourself to stone. do not be afeared to find that you have not.’

‘fool. I would not be compelled by you or anyone. have I not always given you truth?’

‘you have a ghost, (name). do not become a ghost yourself.’

‘I am a meddler, not a fool.’

‘the water in you has grown stagnant, (name), but it is not beyond cleansing.’

‘you say you desire truth, but truth is a weave with many threads.’

‘I don’t know if I trust the woman you are but I trust the woman I knew.’

‘I confess I am what you would call a sorceress, but no magic is evil. it is what the wielder makes it.’

‘all of us have shadows in us. I accept yours. and I hope you will also accept mine.’

‘you told me we would meet again. I did not want to make you a liar.’

‘blood is never the way forward.’

‘no. you are another dream. you come here to torment me.’

‘fair roses have grown from twisted seeds.’

‘piety can turn the power-hungry into monsters. they can twist any teaching to justify their actions.’

‘I hope you did not keep it from me because you thought I would judge you.’

‘I think you a self-righteous fool whose head is harder than a rock. and I would not change you for the world.’

‘just because something has always been done does not mean that it ought to be done.’

‘(name), you know I love you, but the sense in your head could fit in a thimble.’

‘my mother always said it was best to receive bad news in winter, when everything is already dark. so one can heal for spring.’

‘I know you must go. to ask you to stay would be like trying to cage the wind.’

‘my heart knows your song, as yours knows mine. and I will always come back to you.’

‘for what I have done, I deserve hardship. it’s my fault (name) is dead.’

‘it has been peaceful here but my blood is the sea, and it cannot be still.’

‘do not deny yourself the privilege of living.’

‘the world is full of fools. and they are never more foolish than when they smell eternal life.’

‘who I am and who I was are none of your concern.’

‘I will not kill you this night but what you see before your is a ghost. when you least expect it, I will return to haunt you. I will hunt you to the ends of the earth.’

‘look upon my work. all this destruction is because of you.’

‘you have no choice but to trust me.’

‘to die in the service of a better world would be the highest honor.’

‘let us not think of the future this night. it is not yet dawn. we still have time for airy hopes.’

‘you impress me. I had not thought that one heart could hold such rancor.’

‘you cannot fathom the depth of the enmity I have felt for you. I have cursed your name with every sunrise.’

‘you preyed on me. I was young and afraid and I confided my deepest fear to you.’

‘you always come back. like a weed.’

‘I fell into shadow, and now I must rise, so I might be a better man.’

‘you can’t trust him. he would sell his soul for a handful of silver.’

‘I have no soul to sell. but I may yet earn one.’

‘leave me to my shadows. i’m afraid they are all I have left.’

‘being your friend is quite a strenuous affair, you know.’

‘it will hurt me, to hurt you. you are mine.’

‘I will teach my heart to beat again.’

‘some truths are safest buried. some castles best kept in the sky.’

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She hits him, and it goes from his face to his nuts. He licks blood off his teeth. This never fails to get him going. Her attitude has always had him down bad, but her penchant for bloodshed cemented it.

Her eyes drill into his. She's at a disadvantage, maybe altogether beaten, yet she's still got this silver tongue. He likes it because he can pound it out of her. It's a good feeling turning a woman from mean to pleading with his dick.

He sucks his teeth and crushes her lips on his. He leaves her wrists, already having established dominance, and opens her furisode.

She's always struggled with her scar. It's a pinkish, ugly lump against her chest, the way his scars fuck up his face. He gets the feeling. It's not his favorite thing either, how it serves as a reminder of her near death. It disappears against the gray backdrop of her breasts, though. She's got great tits under her clothes.

He squeezes her and takes one into his mouth. Her ribs, her tits, scratch his itches under the skin of his palms. His tongue drags up the top of her chest and he bites. Not hard enough to break her lovely skin, but enough he feels her curl under him.

He kisses up to her neck. There's this whimpering that comes from her and he has to roll his hips to diffuse tension building in his groin.

He snarls when he's grabbed. His shitty gums swell and fills his mouth with shitty blood. Years of gingivitis always has him bleeding. He likes when she's the cause of it.

The skin on bone contact, her fingers making his jaw creak, makes his dick dig into his underwear. He's dying to take himself out of his pants, but if he's going to do that, he's going to make Momo do it or be made to do it himself. It's part of the game. He likes to think he's good at it, with the amount of times he's made Momo come while pinned face-first in a pillow. The ego boost is incredible. One of these days, he'll fuck her on top of her douchebag ex and make him watch as he eyes roll in the back of her head.

"That's fucking cheap talk, Momo." he says. His hand pushes against her. Cartilage of her throat presses against his palm. His leverage bends her over the arm of the couch. "Pay up or shut up."

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Cooking Sentence Starters

As requested by Anonymous.

“What’cha cooking?” 

“Something smells absolutely delicious!” 

“Need an extra set of hands?” 

“Do not have me turn around see you eating my cookie batter” 

“Are you making a three-course meal for an entire army?” 

“Can you get that out of the oven please?” 

“Uh, this pot is boiling over…”

“You should flour the rolling pin before you roll the dough.”

“Don’t mind me, I’m just taste testing.” 

“Are you baking dessert?” 

“How much sugar goes into this again?” 

“Want to help me make dinner?” 

“Am I doing this right?” 

“Why is the kitchen so smoky??”

“You got flour everywhere!” 

“How on earth did you get chocolate on the ceiling?”

“Apple pie or blueberry pie?” 

“I hope you like chicken!”

“Will you please stop sampling before I’m done!” 

“I think you cut a little too much onion for this…” 

“What on earth is this weird thing?” 

“Are you making fresh pasta?” 

“Oooh! This looks tasty!”

“What kind of fruit is this?” 

“Don’t tell me I mixed up salt with sugar.”

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I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND

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I need to addend my "I'll be back after a nap" with "barring a booty call"

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I accidentally blew my spoons on porn

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"Hisagi-san! Just the man I wanted to see! You know, I get lots of people asking me for gardening tips and I wonder if it might be useful if I was allowed to publish a little gardening column in the bulletin. If you have the space, that is. "

He doesn't have to check the spread of the Bulletin these days. He doesn't have it down like Kaname did, but well enough that he knows when filler is needed.

"Oh yeah, that would be nice. Gardening is surprisingly popular out here." There are always ads for seeds. "I need something like four pages filled, if you're up for that?"

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I have spoons, finally

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[ PUSH ]:     the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

This is nothing. Just a bar fight. His eye is swollen shut but he's thirsty and he wants to wash his undercarriage so his balls won't stick to his leg anymore.

"I fucked 'em up." It's an achievement and condemnation. He's never liked this part of himself, but likes when she kisses his bruises and absolves him.

She pushes him onto his back, and he goes down, hitting the couch with a thud and bouncing. Momo's so pretty and compassionate. He kisses takes her hand while she probes his swollen eye and kisses them. She tastes like tobacco and weed. Not the nicotine in his cigarettes. It's earthy and full-bodied.

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Jesus Christ you don't have to eviscerate the guy

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𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

basically i was looking over the protective prompts and the hero prompts and it hit me that like. the unbridled angst and vibes of the whole “post-battle” scene, or a scene set after an attack or a disaster or smth, needs to be ADDRESSED!!! and so y’all get the full weight of my angst today, sprinkled with a lot of teamwork and selfless and sacrificing vibes. i hope you enjoy! do NOT add further contributions to this list!!! i will curse your potato crops!!!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ can you hear me? hey… [NAME], can you hear my voice? “

“ come on… wake up. please… please wake up… “

“ oh! oh, thank god! i thought we lost you… “

“ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “

“ go, go! save yourself! i’ll buy you some time! “

“ we both know i’m not walking out of this one. it’s okay, alright? it’s okay… just… do me a favor, will you? will you make them pay for this? i don’t care how. but… don’t let them get away with it. “

“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

“ if you can’t walk, i’m gonna have to carry you, alright? we can’t stay here. “

“ hey, look at me. i’m slowing you down, we both know it. it’s okay. i’ll hide and wait for back-up; you get yourself out of here. “

“ you’re gonna need to climb up on my back, you’re slowing us down with that injury. “

“ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “

“ what the hell are you doing here?! i told you to get out of here! “

“ you’re shivering… hey. hey, listen to me, okay? everything’s gonna be alright, i promise. here… take my jacket. don’t worry, i’m warm-blooded. “

“ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “

“ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “

“ i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? “

“ we need to get you to a hospital… “

“ hey, come on now… you’re okay. you’re good, right? “

“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “

“ quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind. “

“ you know, i hate to be the negative voice, but… did… did we just lose? “

“ look at me… i’m not gonna make it. it’s okay, i’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here. you’ve got a good long life ahead of you. and you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. so you get out of here, and you go live that life. live it for both of us. will you promise me you’ll do that? “

“ back-up isn’t coming. is it? we’re on our own, right? “

“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “

“ i don’t give two shits about the back-up; i’m just happy you’re alive. “

ACTION PROMPTS.

as always, add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles!

[ CARRY ]:     having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

[ TILT ]:     the sender gently tilts the receiver’s chin up so that they can check to see if they’re okay.

[ PULL ]:     sender takes the fallen receiver’s hands and carefully pulls them up so that they’re standing once more.

[ WAIST ]:     sender, while physically supporting and steadying the receiver, loops an arm around their waist for extra support.

[ BACK ]:     sender crouches down slightly to let the wounded receiver climb on their back, giving them a piggy-back ride to safety afterwards.

[ HAIR ]:     while in the process of checking the receiver for injuries or other signs of harm, the sender gently brushes several strands of hair from their eyes.

[ TEND ]:     sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries.

[ LEAN ]:     the wounded sender leans against the receiver for physical support.

[ SUPPORT ]:     the sender encourages the wounded receiver to lean against them for physical support.

[ PUSH ]:     the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

[ COAT ]:     sender removes their jacket and drapes it around the shoulders of the trembling receiver.

[ BLANKET ]:     just as they’re all about to go to sleep, the sender covers the receiver with their own blanket.

[ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

[ TOGETHER ]:     when the receiver awakens, they discover that the sender has been sleeping next to them, arms wrapped around one another for warmth, comfort, protection ( or something more… )

[ BANDAGE ]:     the sender sits down across from the receiver and begins to bandage their wounds.

[ DRAG ]:     unable to leave them behind, the sender drags the wounded receiver out of danger and into a safe hiding place for both of them to wait until help arrives.

[ TOUCH ]:     the sender nudges or touches the receiver to check and see if they’re alright after the attack.

[ CLEAN ]:     the sender gently and carefully begins to bathe the blood/soot/ash/dirt from the receiver’s skin during a moment of calm.

[ PRIORITY ]:     when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first.

[ PROMISE ]:     before leaving to get help/food/water/a rescue mission etc, the sender assures and promises the receiver that they’ll return safely, refusing to bring them along or to stay behind.

[ BROKEN ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return, it’s learned that the sender died during their mission. how does the receiver respond?

[ TRAPPED ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return from a mission, the receiver learns that the sender has been kidnapped or otherwise trapped, requiring a rescue mission to bring them home.

[ RESCUE ]:     the sender and receiver reunite after the sender embarked upon an infamously perilous rescue mission to save the receiver.

[ FOUND ]:     after a massive rescue mission to try and find the missing receiver, the sender is the first to find them just as the efforts are about to be abandoned.

[ HOPE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope in ever finding the sender again, a message or clue of some kind is discovered that essentially guarantees that the sender is still alive, restoring the receiver’s hope once more.

[ CLING ]:     having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder. the whole deal. make it EMOTIONAL–

[ TEARS ]:     having finally found the receiver, or having finally been found by the receiver, the sender breaks down in tears of relief, fear, and many other emotions as they officially reunite.

[ SACRIFICE ]:     knowing that the circumstances only allow one of them to survive, the sender sacrifices their life in order to guarantee the receiver’s survival and safety.

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The Raid 2: Berandal (2014) dir. Gareth Evans

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He snarls when he's grabbed. His shitty gums swell and fills his mouth with shitty blood. Years of gingivitis always has him bleeding. He likes when she's the cause of it.

The skin on bone contact, her fingers making his jaw creak, makes his dick dig into his underwear. He's dying to take himself out of his pants, but if he's going to do that, he's going to make Momo do it or be made to do it himself. It's part of the game. He likes to think he's good at it, with the amount of times he's made Momo come while pinned face-first in a pillow. The ego boost is incredible. One of these days, he'll fuck her on top of her douchebag ex and make him watch as he eyes roll in the back of her head.

"That's fucking cheap talk, Momo." he says. His hand pushes against her. Cartilage of her throat presses against his palm. His leverage bends her over the arm of the couch. "Pay up or shut up."

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His insides rumble when her belly meets his. When her breasts lay on his chest, he has to readjust his hips. He's getting caught in his pants.

Momo has said a few times they're toe-to-toe when they fuck. He likes the analogy. She's more bloodthirsty than people give her credit for, and it gives him wood. He's not one for battle, but the fierceness is satiating, like an itch finally being scratched.

"You're not in charge here," he says, leaning forward, extinguishing his doobie in his fist. The short jolt of pain makes him throb, and Momo gets this look on her face, the one she gets when someone is being insubordinate, that does the same thing.

He closes his fist around her neck and does what he can to put Momo on her back. This is best part: the struggle.

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Her lips wrap around the cigarette, his cigarette, and he has to look away. This isn't the time or place for that shit.

He heaves Kazeshini onto his shoulder. The other blade is propped in the mud. A little dirt won't lessen its lethality. Kazeshini is a like himself. The mess is just a fact of life, a byproduct, like how his palms sweat when he plays guitar and bloodshed in war.

Eventually, you see enough, and it's just that: just sweat, just blood, just shit, just splinters of bone and globs of gore.

"I guess you're right." He pauses to take a long puff and holds it until his lung kindly ask for air. He lets it out. "I can't even miss anyone right now. This is it." The only thing he feels now is nicotine in his blood.

She's cute, in the way women are cute covered in bloodshed. It does things to Shuuhei's insides that he won't share.

Resisting the urge to stick it between her teeth on his own, he holds out the crumpled pack. The exterior is bent to shit but the sticks themselves are dry and unharmed. In better shape than his clothes, at least. He's missing most of one pant leg and his chest and back bleed onto his shredded kosode. When her thumb flicks the lighter on, he holds his hand over the flame, inhales, and tastes the heat of the fire and the minty quality of menthols.

"It's the end of the world and we're having a fucking smoke break," he says while shielding the flame for this woman. He's not sure he remembers her name. There are so many he's seen live and die that they bleed into each other. Makima, maybe? Mocha? Mukino? Fuck.