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Immersed in the villainous underground as Dabi is, there’s not a whole lot he hasn’t done at one time or another, and not a lot he’d be unwilling to try again. That said, Dabi’s got a loose set of rules about being inebriated in any way. 

One: never around anyone he’s not sure he can take in a fight. 

Two: nothing that can impede his ability to escape from a situation if he gets caught off guard. 

Three: no mixing.

These aren’t vices he allows others to know about willy-nilly. He doesn’t view them as weaknesses, but he doesn’t want people to think that he can be bought, either. He has a network of very discrete, very blackmailed suppliers who may or may not be informants, and no one central stash. Instead He’s got a little bolt holes all over the place. 

Dabi rarely indulges in fully numbing away the pain of his scars, finding he dislikes the disconnect between mind and body. Majoritively he wants to feel, he just wants to feel less. And that’s the key difference between Dabi putting himself on the floor for four days and Dabi relaxing alone while he lets his minions rain chaos. It’s habit and practice that have kept him from turning any of them into any kind of crutch. Dabi doesn’t like to indulge often, after all, he just doesn’t see a reason not to.

He’s a villain after all. There have to be some perks to saying fuck the law.

And it isn’t like murder is legal either, and he does that much more regularly.

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Reblog if it is totally, 100% fine to send anonymous comments to your muse pertaining to the events in your RP

Example, if your muse kisses another muse, it is totally fine for you to get on anon and congratulate my muse, or to say that the other muse isn’t right for them. I will answer ic.

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koru-kogeru‌:

Shoto could have sworn the scent of something singeing emanated from below his chin, but he didn’t think his skin was burning, although it felt close to that temperature. Dabi’s fire was blue, last he remembered being told… they were much hotter than Shoto could ever get with his own — not without serious repercussions for reaching past his current limit. And even then… a self-imposed inferno only yielded white and red flames.

He stopped breathing for a moment, considering Dabi’s limits now. It would be too coincidental if those scars were from his quirk… but the phenomenon of users unable to bear their quirks wasn’t unfamiliar to him; Shoto recalled Midoriya and Aoyama.

They look an awful lot like burn scars this close up. But it wasn’t like Shoto had proof to back up his theory. For all he knew, the burns could’ve been from something else, or possibly just body modifications for some perverted aesthetic. 

The talking distracted Shoto a little from his thoughts, although it didn’t lessen the innate desire to escape from his entrapment. “…That’s all?” he asked, immediately regretting his words. Of course that wouldn’t be all, as much he could hope so. Giving just enough time for Dabi to possibly ponder crushing his wrists that suddenly felt too bony for Shoto’s comfort, he amended after a pause: “I barely talk to him.” Why does he even care?

That was… unsurprising, Dabi decided. It wasn’t like his time with family had been flush with communication. Put a little bit of a wrench in his budding plans, but not too much of one. Not too much at all.

His eyes flickered back to the mouth of the alley. He’d either have to let the kid go and call Kurogiri to get picked up or drag him away from the thoroughfare, but he didn’t want to rush it. Every second was a second that Dabi had to use carefully.

“I guess the new number one doesn’t have a whole lot of time for his progeny, even his favorite.“ Endeavor never had much patience for those people who somehow failed him. Too long in his orbit and one tended to burn.

Dabi took a long look at the kid’s face, searching out the edges of his brave mask, and flipped his fingers away from his wrists and down, almost like they were holding hands. One eyebrow ticked up, and he fought to keep his mouth from twisting out of it’s neutrality.

He cooled his hands as he gave Shoto’s fingers a quick, sharp squeeze. “And Fuyumi?“  

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back || @koru-kogeru​

Jesus. Normally plans came to him like breathing, as easy as snapping his fingers and lighting someone up. It was a testament to why he normally took a situation and ran through every possible variable that he was hesitating with Shoto in his hands. Now the options were too many, and he was left with one Todoroki in hand but not entirely the right one. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to dive face first into a fight with him, either, not when the alley was only so wide and Kurogiri wasn’t aware that he’d decided to start something.

Shit.

It’d be so easy to just knock him out and leave him in the alley. Or knock him out and then drop him on Endeavor’s doorstep, because it wasn’t like the asshole had ever fucking relocated, sat high in his fortress like some kind of king. Look how easy it is to grab your little trophy off the goddamn street, he thought, eyes narrowing.

“Don’t get any ideas,“ he snapped, pushing flame back into the fingertips held against Shoto’s skin, ramping up the heat. A warning that’d only get more painful if he struggled. “You don’t know what my limits are. Banking on your ability to smother mine could kill you.“

Maybe not before Dabi burned himself out, but Shoto didn’t know that. At least he was keeping his head, even if Dabi could feel the rapid flutter of his heartbeat in his wrists.

“I want a lot of things, Todoroki Shoto,“ a lot more than could be enacted on one high school student. His gaze flicked toward the mouth of the alley. Ideas were taking firmer root in his head, and he smirked down at Shoto, debating. “But most importantly, I want to know how often you talk to Endeavor.”

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but how much foundation would I need to not look like I’ve cooked unevenly?

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{just futzing with tags, don’t mind me}

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‘ who the fuck do you think you are? ’

It had been just too perfect an opportunity to pass up. There Dabi had been, minding his own business, maybe lurking if you wanted to get really technical, and just. And there he’d been, a fucking ghost. Walking right across the mouth of the alley Dabi had alighted in, making goosebumps rise on his uneven skin. It’d been a sign or some shit. One of the top rookies in the country walking alone, outside, casual as you please. If Dabi had been a religious man he would have sent up a prayer to thank whatever deity looked out for murdering criminals and delinquents for providing him the opportunity.

As it was, he had some genuinely unpious actions to take.

Viper-like he’d slipped from the shadows and wrapped one hand around the kid’s mouth, the other coming to his throat, blue flame flowering across his fingers just shy of touching.

“Use your quirk and it’ll be more than just your face that gets scarred.” He growled, already towing his hostage backwards into the gloom. He was glad that it was a relatively quiet street, the closest civilian several yards ahead of the youngest Todoroki.

He slammed him up against the closest wall, shifting his grip to hold the kids’ wrists in one hand, palms pressed together so as to limit his articulation, Dabi’s opposite hand staying at his throat.

Just looking at him made Dabi’s blood boil, fingers tightening around the teen’s wrists. It was only his exclamation that stopped blue fire from curling out around both of Dabi’s hands and brought him back from the edge.

And oh, what a question. He could feel one corner of his mouth ticking up in something not at all a smile. “Someone who wants a good look at Endeavor’s prized trophy without having to, how would you put it, get scalded?”

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@periiheliion​ from this meme. ‘do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own?’

Dabi leaned back, long arms draped over the back of the bench they were seated on. The joint between his fingers smoked softly, weed smell thick in the air. He could already feel the edges of himself getting fuzzy and soft, the constant low grade pain receding at last.

“What makes you think I don’t think about you, featherdown?” he said, head rolling to the side. Smoke curled out of his nose and the corners of his mouth. The hand not holding their grass lifted to tease the ends of Hawks’ hair, and he was distracted briefly by how soft it was. What kind of fucking conditioner did the bastard use? Fuck he was pretty.

Shit, maybe the weed was stronger than he thought.

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Margaret Atwood, from Eating Fire in “Selected Poems I: 1965-1975″

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SENTENCE STARTERS | ELDER SCROLLS ONLINE ( DARK BROTHERHOOD )

❝ You’ve got that look in your eyes…You’ve killed people. Or you will. ❞ ❝ No remorse, no mercy…Yes, you have the eyes of a killer! ❞ ❝ I know that you can kill. Now show me that you can obey. ❞   ❝ The lives of the innocent and the guilty alike are ours for the taking. ❞ ❝ I appreciate you finding a safe place for our meeting. ❞ ❝ Your people deserve so much greater than you. ❞ ❝ Despite your holy station, you have the same needs and desires as any other. ❞ ❝ Obey me without question and I’m sure we’ll get along just fine. ❞ ❝ You’re one of the family now…You might as well look the part. ❞ ❝ I’m blessed with good looks and a sense of humour. Just play along, dear, and enjoy~! ❞ ❝ I find life to be a complicated mess of pranks and pitfalls. ❞ ❝ Stay sharp. We’re not alone in the shadows anymore. ❞ ❝ I suggest you get used to this face, because you’re gonna be seeing a lot of me. ❞ ❝ It seems I’ll need to use something harsher than words to deal with you. ❞ ❝ It seems we’re at war with an unknown adversary… ❞ ❝ Your mead tastes like bee vomit…Think I’ll pass. ❞ ❝ You’re hunting the hunters, and that’s a game I have no desire to play. ❞ ❝ I protect my customers and their secrets. I’ve nothing more to say to you. ❞ ❝ I’ll tear your head off and mount it on my wall! ❞ ❝ I didn’t mean to cause so much trouble…or to put you in harm’s way… ❞ ❝ Make ____ feel pain before you kill him/her, alright? ❞ ❝ I assume you have a reason for approaching me while I’m working. What is it? ❞ ❝ I’m not quite sure I really want to know your trade secrets. ❞ ❝ Life is fleeting, an illusion, and everything in the end belongs to death. ❞ ❝ You’ve demonstrated skills and abilities that we’ll definitely need in the battles to come. ❞ ❝ I’m going to be a part of this mission whether you give the command or not. ❞ ❝ I’m getting a little tired of sticking to the shadows all the time… ❞ ❝ What’s a few more minutes when I get to spend it with such a deadly assassin… ❞ ❝ I’m unarmed. May we speak before you kill me? ❞ ❝ We’ll meet again, and next time I’ll be ready to deal with you! ❞ ❝ One day, your recklessness is going to get you killed. ❞ ❝ If I have to confront my past to shed light on the present, then so be it. ❞ ❝ This place may be abandoned, but such areas never stay quiet for long… ❞ ❝ What? Are those tears? Executioners aren’t supposed to cry. ❞ ❝ Were all these deaths truly what you wanted? ❞ ❝ Put away your weapon, child. We have much to discuss. ❞ ❝ You have no idea how glad I am to see a friendly face… ❞ ❝ Honestly, I’m extremely overqualified, but I’ll take whatever employment you can get. ❞ ❝ You can’t blame me for breaking a few fingers…You were touching my body, after all. ❞   ❝ Have you lifted anything heavier than a book in your entire life? ❞ ❝ If you falter in the slightest, it’ll be your blood that stains the ground. ❞ ❝ Heh…You always were a step faster than me. ❞ ❝ I’m ready to die. Let’s see if you’re good enough to kill me. ❞ ❝ You remind me of who I was. That’s why I’m going to kill you. ❞ ❝ ____ failed. Why mourn the loss of weakness? ❞ ❝ We have a certain connection, you and I…Don’t you find it to be intense? ❞ ❝ I have the kind of face everyone remembers – beautiful. ❞ ❝ Wakey wakey, darling! You can sleep when you’re dead, which will be sooner than you think! ❞ ❝ One of these nights, I’ll sneak into your room and– purely for a social visit, I assure you! ❞ ❝ A murder here, an assassination there, a girl needs to stay active! ❞ ❝ You have a way of making me act unprofessionally, you know that? ❞ ❝ That was…intense. I’m glad you showed up when you did. ❞ ❝ You’ve meddled in my affairs for the last time! ❞ ❝ I will not beg for mercy from the likes of you! ❞   ❝ Perhaps we could share a murder spree sometime soon, yes? ❞ ❝ I see your sense of humour is still in a state of disrepair. ❞ ❝ I need to ask a favour, and gold isn’t the only reward I’m willing to provide. ❞ ❝ Would you go away and leave me alone? I don’t want any trouble. ❞ ❝ Don’t you dare follow me! I’ve got some apples and I know how to use ‘em! ❞ ❝ When I said “be discreet”, this was not what I meant… ❞ ❝ I’m thinking this spy business just might not work out for you. ❞ ❝ These aren’t the most…luxurious headquarters, but I’ve had worse. ❞ ❝ Who am I to suppose I can avoid the fate that so clearly awaits me? ❞ ❝ I thought you’d realise by now that I don’t take kindly to threats. ❞ ❝ This is your fault. I never should have hired you. ❞ ❝ This place is too quiet…Almost too perfect for an ambush. ❞ ❝ One minute you’re flirting, the next minute you’re stabbing. It’s very confusing. ❞ ❝ Look who’s here! Afraid I’d leave without giving you a goodbye kiss? ❞ ❝ Don’t get all sentimental on me, hero. ❞ ❝ Step away from me or we’ll need a broom to clean up your remains. ❞ ❝ Forward? Believe me, this is my shy and unimposing side. ❞ ❝ Think you’ll find a better deal elsewhere? You’d be dead wrong. ❞ ❝ Why not take a load off? You look like you’ve been working yourself to the bone. ❞

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based on this suggestions blog.  warning:  these are pretty dark/angry  &  could be triggering to some people.  please be cautious before proceeding!!

‘  all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly  &  me to not flinch away without meaning to.  when will this stop affecting me?  ’ ‘  all i want is to be soft  &  gentle,  but i’m made out of steel  &  anger.  maybe in another life,  i guess.  ’ ‘  beauty is in the eye of the beholder,  so choose to see beauty in everything.  ’ ‘  burning it all to the ground  &  force them to start again.  they made you lose everything.  now return the favor.  ’ ‘  do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own?  ’ ‘  do you trust me enough?  do you trust me at all?  ’ ‘  don’t you dare abandon me.  ’ ‘  even after all you have done,  i will always want you fighting on my side.  ’ ‘  every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again.  ’ ‘  everyone i have ever loved is long gone.  i sing to the sky alone.  ’ ‘  everyone i touch gets hurt,  but i can’t stop.  i touch  &  i touch  &  i touch  &  people get hurt.  why can’t i ever stop?  ’ ‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  &  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  &  my eyes are still stretched wide  &  terrified.  ’ ‘  everything i love has been taken from me.  what do i have left to fight for?  ’ ‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’ ‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’ ‘  i am aching to hold you  &  keep you safe,  to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you.  ’ ‘  i am divine  &  you will bow before me.  ’ ‘  i am fucking divine.  ’ ‘  i am in control  &  i listen to no one.  ’ ‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’ ‘  i am not accustomed to love.  this is a learning experience.  ’ ‘  i am not worth saving  &  i am not worth redemption.  let me stay in the dark.  ’ ‘  i am so tired all the time,  all i want to do is rest.  ’ ‘  i am too tired to deal with any of this.  ’ ‘  i bow to no man.  ’ ‘  i broke into sharp pieces when i broke  &  i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together.  i’m sorry.  ’ ‘  i can give you your wings back  &  i can show you to fly once more,  if you only believe in me.  ’ ‘  i cannot be saved.  ’ ‘  i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people.  i can bear this weight on my own.  i have to.  ’ ‘  i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you,  but i loved you too much to notice.  ’ ‘  i crave affection in the simplest way.  ’ ‘  i deserve to hurt.  i deserve to bleed.  ’ ‘  i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me.  ’ ‘  i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer,  as long as it leaves your lips.  ’ ‘  i don’t fight for you anymore.  ’ ‘  i don’t want to let go of you.  not now,  not ever.  ’ ‘  i don’t want to talk about it.  i don’t want to remember.  i don’t want to heal.  all i want is for it to go away.  ’ ‘  i don’t want you to touch me.  please don’t touch me,  just go away.  ’ ‘  i feel anger deeper than my bones.  i feel anger in my very soul.  ’ ‘  i feel nothing at all,  except for when i feel everything all at once.  ’ ‘  i have fallen  &  though i may miss the sky,  i belong here now.  ’ ‘  i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine.  ’ ‘  i have no home anymore.  ’ ‘  i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand  &  then i remember nothing.  ’ ‘  i see beauty in everything,  but especially in you.  ’ ‘  i should never have fallen in love with you.  ’ ‘  i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me.  now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away.  ’ ‘  i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe.  ’ ‘  i will never amount to anything.  i am a failure in the worst type of way.  ’ ‘  i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me  &  maybe someday it will be true.  ’ ‘  if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore.  ’ ‘  if you ask me to,  i will set the whole world on fire,  my dear.  it’s all for you.  ’ ‘  is it my fault?  it’s my fault.  it’s always my fault.  ’ ‘  it’s not murder if they deserved it,  right?  ’ ‘  i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me,  choking on anger  &  suffocating on sadness.  ’ ‘  i’m in love with everything that hurts me.  ’ ‘  i’m okay.  i’m alright.  this is all in my mind.  ’ ‘  i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me.  ’ ‘  i’m so cold  &  i can’t stop shaking.  i am not who you think i am.  ’ ‘  i’m so tired all the time  &  i just want to be awake again.  ’ ‘  i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten.  i just want someone to remember me.  ’ ‘  i’m tired of fighting everything in my life.  just make it stop.  ’ ‘  i’m too tired to care.  blow up,  get angry at me.  i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it.  ’ ‘  jealousy burns within me.  ’ ‘  just let me go in peace for once in my damn life.  ’ ‘  loneliness is a disease  &  it leaves me empty  &  hollow,  like sound goes through my body  &  bounces back.  ’ ‘  made of starlight  &  sunshine,  i shine brighter than they all know.  ’ ‘  my anger is righteous  &  my actions are pure.  ’ ‘  my chest aches  &  my lungs burn.  this sickness comes from the inside.  ’ ‘  my chest hurts  &  all i need is some comfort  &  understanding.  ’ ‘  my chest hurts  &  i ache to go back to the sky.  ’ ‘  my shoulders are aching where wings used to be  &  all i want is for them to stop hurting.  ’ ‘  pull me apart  &  piece me together in your own way.  make me perfect.  ’ ‘  righteous fury throws through my veins  &  if you touch the people i love i will destroy you.  ’ ‘  rise up.  you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more.  ’ ‘  say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue.  ’ ‘  so much blood has been spilled in my name.  time to make you believe it was in yours.  ’ ‘  so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent,  but not when i scream  &  plead for help?  fuck off.  ’ ‘  sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want.  ’ ‘  stay away from my fucking friends.  stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you.  ’ ‘  stop treating me like i’m an idiot.  you aren’t better than me in any way  &  you better remember that.  ’ ‘  the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue.  ’ ‘  the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it.  ’ ‘  to love them is my divine right.  ’ ‘  voices whisper from the shadows  &  they fill my mind with thoughts of you.  ’ ‘  what did i to wrong to be so unloved?  ’ ‘  what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it?  ’ ‘  who the fuck do you think you are?  ’ ‘  why can’t i ever fucking stop crying?  ’ ‘  with a new year comes new tests  &  triumphs.  let’s try to make the most out of it.  ’ ‘  would it really kill you to be honest for once?  ’ ‘  yes,  i remember my wings breaking  &  being destroyed.  i was powerless to stop it.  ’ ‘  you are not required to love your parents,  or to even like them.  ’ ‘  you can’t hate me more than i hate myself,  but you are more than welcome to try.  ’ ‘  you may say you love me,  but you love only a part of me.  i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being.  ’ ‘  you never fucking cared about me.  don’t fucking lie about it.  not to me.  ’ ‘  you remind me of mint.  fresh,  sharp,  kind of cold,  but in a nice way.  i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite.  ’ ‘  you shine light in even the darkest parts of me.  you are my sun.  ’ ‘  you should fear me,  but you don’t.  i will be eternally puzzled,  yet grateful.  ’ ‘  you touch me  &  my skin burns  &  it burns for you,  always you.  ’

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here’s some more detailed sketches of a demonic ‘Dabi’ just cause i felt like it, and my mind is already thinking ‘bout halloween.

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Rolling his eyes almost hurt, Dabi did it so hard. “Why, you gonna take some classy soft focus photos and put them on your blog?” That seemed like something his flighty acquaintance would have. Gotta be hip with the kids or whatever.

“But for your information, no.“ He said, lifting a lackadaisical finger to point at the skylight above them. Stars twinkled cheerfully, framed by the grimy shards of what had once been a pane of glass. “Someone decided to renovate, and thought the best way to make a window a door was to drop kick me through it.” He could feel the bruising on his side already smarting, but it didn’t stop him from heaving himself to his feet, dusting glass shards off his clothes.

He took two long strides across the debris, uncaring of the glass and trash he crushed underfoot, and landed right in Hawks’ space. He leaned down, peering at the traitor with calculating, hungry eyes. “And you didn’t answer my question.“

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“Man, they sure gave you the executive suite here, huh?” Hawks picked his way around all sorts of loose clutter upon entering the room, not exactly eager to be stepping in any of it lest it happened to be fucking sticky or some shit. Every piece of trash in this room had the same untrustworthy, germ-ridden look about it - including, and especially, the piece of trash that happened to be Dabi. Nasty.

He pointedly ignored the question he’d been asked, deciding he wasn’t much in the mood to be giving answers. “So, did you decorate this all yourself? It really captures your aesthetic.”

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

“And hello to you too, feather-fuck.“ Dabi said, spitting to the side. So maybe lounging on garbage bags full of paper and fabric wasn’t exactly hip with the kids these days – who the fuck was gonna tell him to his face?

Besides chicken little, of course. Dabi tongued the inside of his mouth where the staples had rubbed a patch of skin raw, the hot penny flavor familiar on his tongue. “What brings you to my office.” 

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Misc. sentence & symbol starters

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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!