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OOPS! ALL ANGST! PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

when were you going to tell me the truth?

so you're telling me everything has been a lie.

i never should have trusted you.

you've done nothing but lie.

i had to make you believe me in order to get you to come.

there's nothing you can do for me now.

go! i'll fight them off! get to safety!

i'm done with this place.

we were never meant to be together.

there's nothing you can say to convince me otherwise.

i put my faith in you, and this is how you repay me?

you should have known better than to trust me.

is that all this is? a ploy? a game? is that what i am to you?

you've been playing with my heart this whole time.

was any of it real?

i'm never coming back here again.

i have a message from your father.

you were a waste of my time.

so that's it then? you're leaving?

we always knew this was a one way trip.

it's been an honor serving with you.

how long have you known?

did you ever love me? i mean really love me?

they made me a better offer.

it's not my fault you fell in love.

i need you to promise me you'll do everything in your power to fight.

what are you talking about? i'm not leaving you here!

there's nothing we can do now.

it's useless to try and fight.

i always thought there was more to you. turns out i was wrong.

you betrayed me for nothing.

you made me a promise.

it's no use. i've tried everything.

i can't believe you fell for that.

everything you've ever known is a lie.

do you want to hear what really happened?

i should have told you this a long time ago.

you're going to want to sit down for this.

i'm not sure you're ready for the honest truth.

i have a message from your mother.

get out of my house!

i'm never speaking to you again.

i'm not going to repeat myself.

i told you to never contact me again.

i warned you this would happen.

you're really good at fucking things up.

don't worry. you'll never hear from me again.

you were wrong about everything.

you already missed your chance.

i never asked for much.

i've loved you since the day we met.

i don't want you to be here when it happens.

you're such a disappointment.

i can't go on without you.

you have ruined my life!

we should run.

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george: LUCY NO lockwood and lucy: LUCY YES

LOCKWOOD & CO. 1.02

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Domestic Bickering Sentences

(Sentences for problems - big, small, serious, and light - between muses in a relationship. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"I'm telling you this because I don't want to have any secrets from you. I don't want there to be any lies between us."

"I can't find my dress shoes! What have you done with them?"

"It was a rehearsal! It's not like I missed the actual wedding!"

"When you didn't come home last night, I thought the worst."

"Don't you know yet? I could forgive you anything."

"Stop being sexy."

"And what is your excuse for not telling me this until now?"

"As usual, you're overreacting."

"And what time do you call this?"

"I don't like the people you're working with."

"Are you sulking?"

"Where were you last night?"

"You could have talked to me. That's what couples are supposed to do."

"I love you, but I also hate you sometimes."

"Are you jealous? It's most unbecoming."

"You're always at work!"

"That's a good story, but I've heard a lot of good stories lately."

"I did it because I love you!"

"Whatever excuse you have, it isn't good enough. It hasn't been good enough for weeks!"

"Don't be an arse, darling."

"It's not the first time, it won't be the last, but I'm in the doghouse again."

"You feel you can lie as freely to me as to yourself."

"Please, let's not make a long night feel any longer."

"Can we talk about this over dinner? Please?"

"My whole life doesn't revolve around you, you know."

"Are you cross with me?"

"I'm sorry. Please, can we start again?"

"How dare you! I'm your wife!"

"What is it you want me to understand? The secrets or the lies?"

"I'm not even going to grace that statement with a reply."

"Oh, stop looking so cross!"

"Are you ashamed of me?"

"Don't be so stubborn. You know I'm right."

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"TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for demanding answers, adjust as necessary

say it again, slower this time.

i don't have much time to explain, but i'll try.

you need to tell me what's going on.

i can't help you if i don't know what's happening.

you said something earlier, but i think i missed it.

i'm not hiding anything. i'm just trying to protect you.

what were you trying to say to me?

there must be more to the story than this.

you're not telling me the full story. you're leaving things out.

why do you have to be so secretive about this?

i wish i could tell you the truth. i really do.

why can't we discuss this now?

what's preventing you from telling me the truth?

you know what happened, yet you're just going to keep it from me.

don't i have a right to know?

i'll never forgive you if you keep this from me.

you're just going to have to find out for yourself.

don't leave me in the dark.

since you don't want to tell me, you leave me no choice.

i want you to talk to me, tell me what happened.

i don't like it when you're evasive.

you're hiding something.

all right, i'll tell you what i know.

you have to promise to take this with a grain of salt.

if i could tell you the truth, i would.

some things are better left unsaid.

you wouldn't believe me if i told you.

i don't know the truth.

i can't remember what they told me.

the last time i tried to explain it, you laughed in my face.

there's no getting through to you, is there?

tell me what's happening. tell me what's going on.

i can't do anything without your information.

you're the only one who knows how to fix this.

there's always something more, isn't there?

what else did they tell you?

what did they whisper to you when you were leaving?

you're keeping something from me.

you've never been a good liar.

look into my eyes and tell me the truth.

i wish you would just be honest with me.

something happened, and i'm going to get to the bottom of it.

if you won't tell me, i'll find someone who will.

that doesn't help me, you know.

you could try to be a little more helpful.

you never answered my question.

were you ever going to tell me the truth?

i'd like you to be honest for once in your life.

if you really loved me, you'd tell me what happened.

i won't judge you. i just need to know what happened.

just let me warn you... you're not going to like what you hear.

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lockwood & co… brainworms activated

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i am once again drawing them cuddling

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indie / selective roleplay blog for ANTHONY LOCKWOOD & GEORGE KARIM/CUBBINS of Lockwood & Co.

❨ 21+, written by DOM. Book and show based. ❩

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lucy: *is possessed* lockwood: *is in love* LOCKWOOD & CO. | 1.02

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#locklyle LOCKWOOD & CO. | 1.05

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Scar Survey starters

"What's the story behind this scar? It looks like it has a tale to tell." "I can't help but notice the scars on your arms. They seem to have quite the history." "Every scar has a story, right?" "Did this one happen in a battle, or is there a different story behind it?" "Your scars are like a roadmap." "Where did you acquire this scar?" "I've always been curious about your scars." "This scar on your shoulder looks like it's been through something intense. What's the story?" "Scars tell a story of survival. Care to share some of yours with me?" "Scars aren't just wounds; they're badges of honor." "This scar on your hand seems different. What's the story behind it?" "Scars can be reminders of both pain and triumph." "Scars make us who we are." "Scars are like a visual history." "What's the history behind this scar on your back?" "I've been wondering about the stories behind your scars."

[SURVEY] The sender gently traces their fingers over the receiver's scars, curiosity evident in their touch. [SHARE] The sender rolls up their sleeves, revealing a collection of scars. [EXPLORE] The sender and the receiver spend an evening examining each other's scars. [TRACE] The sender leans in, delicately tracing the outline of a scar with their lips. [DISCUSS] The sender initiates a conversation, asking about a specific scar. [REVEAL] The sender opens up about the scars on their own body. [TOUCH] The sender's touch is gentle as they explore a particularly sensitive scar on the receiver's skin. [POINT] The sender points out a scar, prompting the receiver to explain the circumstances that led to its formation. [COMPARE] The sender and the receiver compare scars. [NARRATE] The sender narrates the story behind one of their scars. [LISTEN] The sender listens attentively as the receiver recounts the tales associated with each scar. [SHARE] The sender opens up about a particularly meaningful scar.

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the receiver has told the sender that they haven't slept for several days due to intense nightmares, and asks them to stay the night so that they might be able to sleep. send in " i stayed. " for the receiver to waken the next morning and find the sender to still be sitting by their bedside, having stayed the whole night to ensure they slept.

alternatively, send in " you stayed. " for the sender to waken the next morning and find the receiver is still sitting by their bedside, having stayed the whole night to ensure they slept.

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"SIXTH, I THINK..." Lockwood grumbles testily. "Last time we were in Mausoleums and Ossuaries at the left wing, when we should have been in Burial Rituals and... something or other. Rites, maybe. All the same; this place turns my head round." As if to punctuate his time at the Archives, drawing it to a not-so-well deserved close, he snaps his book shut. Its pages come together with a leafy slap, and he sets it on the table with all the delicacy and care of a disgruntled diner chef.

"Excellent idea, Luce. Your best one yet."

And just like that, a new energy surges through Lockwood's slim frame. He jumps from his chair, grasps the hand that Lucy offers, and with his other, scoops up his small pile of books. Electrified, he leads his dear associate through tangles of agents and busy researchers. Through the thrum of shelves and masses of book-laden carts.

"Now... You don't happen to remember where the return— ah, over there. I see it now, Luce." He collects the whole lot of books into his arms. "I'll take these up and we can be on our way, thank God. You mustn't ever let George talk us into doing his work for him, even in the most dire of circumstances, understand?"

The lady at the desk— somewhere in her fifties, with sharp eyes and long jowls— does not look enthused by Lockwood's newly exuberant energy. ...Nor how he's handling the books. She squares away his forms with an unenthused air about her, scribbling hard with her pen, then sending him away.

"I believe you mentioned lunch?" Lockwood says once he's tacked onto Lucy's side. "Thinking somewhere specific?"

THE QUIET MURMUR of footsteps and turning pages blankets the Archives. Few people stir about; most of them— agents and researchers alike— plant themselves in hardwood seats with noses pressed firm between the crux of a book's spine. Others putter around, foraging for new material on the Problem, on specters and phantasms, and every other metaphysical discipline one can imagine.

A dust permeates, too. One that comes with the flit of every turned page. The thick of it makes Lockwood's nose twitch. He sneezes every so often. This is not the sort of place he'd fancy, preferring to nestle into his armchair with a copy of The Times or some garishly printed pop magazine. Why entertain books on the dead when there are perfectly good stories about the living? Like that sour Fittes review he'd read last week... Yes, he'd been chuffed to find that one. Even pasted on the fridge.

This kind of research— this dipping and bobbing between innumerable shelves— is better left to George.

Unfortunately, George's bug prevents him from walking more than ten steps out of bed without doubling over into a fit of coughing. And coughing is certainly not the kind of noise one might want to bring into a library or archive or any other quiet, thoughtful place. Thus, Lockwood politely picks up his associate's sniveling slack. At least she's with him.

And speaking of she— Lucy Carlyle has managed to capture her associate's attention for a whole two uninterrupted minutes. Sun beams in through a far window, its rays catching in her hair, dancing across the gentle slope of her cheek, and illuminating her in a pearlescent morning glow. She flips with intent through a copy of Deadly Encore, a periodical from the early eighteenth century. It's not exactly the book they're looking for, but whatever it is, it's seized her fascination.

Not unlike the way she's seized his.

Right. The book.

"God, no." Lockwood breathes contemptuously, smiling. "I'm afraid I might fall asleep if you leave. And George won't be at all happy if we come back empty handed."

He bows over the archival index spread across the table. "Says here that we're... In the wrong section. Again. This is codswallop."

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in case you didn't know

for muses who need to share some intimate thoughts with one another. can be platonic, romantic, familial ... works with any kind of dynamic really. feel free to change pronouns, descriptor words, whatever you may need!

❝ you know i love and care about you, right? ❞ ❝ ... i guess i'm just scared of losing you. ❞ ❝ i don't like most people, but you're an exception. ❞ ❝ you're not alone. you'll never be alone. not as long as i'm here. ❞ ❝ by your side is where i'm meant to be. ❞ ❝ not one person is more important to me than you. ❞ ❝ i don't know what it is about you, but, you just ... you're the only one who can make me feel like this. ❞ ❝ you're amazing, you know that? ❞ ❝ who has the greatest (friend/brother/sister/sibling/parent/etc) in the world? me, that's who! ❞ ❝ i'm only managing to stand here on my two feet because of you. i made it because of you. ❞ ❝ i don't know how i'm ever going to be able to repay you. ❞ ❝ i know for a fact that you're special. i can feel it. ❞ ❝ you've actually made me feel like a person again, like i'm ... normal. ... thank you. ❞ ❝ i used to think that everyone else was just evil and cynical, guided by their own self-interest. that is, until i met you. ❞ ❝ you truly are too good for this world. ❞ ❝ i'm always blown away by just how talented you are. ❞ ❝ you deserve so much more than what you were given. ❞ ❝ nobody i've ever met has been more gifted than you. ❞ ❝ if you ever need a place to stay, let me know, okay? ❞ ❝ you always feel really comfortable and safe to be around. ❞ ❝ i think i have a new purpose in my life. to be with you. ❞ ❝ you have a kind heart. i know you don't believe me, and you try to hide it behind a facade, but i know for a fact that you do, deep down. ❞ ❝ i think you're probably the only one who understands me. ❞ ❝ you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again. ❞ ❝ i don't deserve someone as amazing as you. ❞ ❝ i was kind to you because you looked like you needed a friend. ❞ ❝ i'm never leaving you. you're stuck with me. ❞

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🐝  *  ―  𝑨𝑷𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  i'm sorry for everything i said.  ❜ ❛  i just made a stupid mistake, okay?  ❜ ❛  will you ever be able to forgive me?  ❜ ❛  i already said i'm sorry!  ❜ ❛  how many more times do you need me to apologize?  ❜ ❛  it's gonna take a lot more for me to be able to trust you again.  ❜ ❛  you can't just come in here and say sorry like it was no big deal!  ❜ ❛  i accept your apology.  ❜ ❛  i'm not the person you need to apologize to.  ❜ ❛  you don't need to apologize, i understand.  ❜ ❛  everyone makes mistakes sometimes. it's human.  ❜ ❛  don't you dare tell me you're sorry!  ❜ ❛  are you really sorry or are you just pretending?  ❜ ❛  i don't believe your apology.  ❜ ❛  do you really think a simple apology is gonna make everything okay again?  ❜ ❛  ii never meant to hurt you.  ❜ ❛  can't we just forget this whole thing and move on?  ❜ ❛  what more do you want me to say?  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry i didn't listen to you sooner.  ❜ ❛  you were right, and i'm sorry i ever doubted you.  ❜ ❛  let's just forgive and forget.  ❜ ❛  i don't think i'll ever be able to forgive you for what you've done.  ❜ ❛  someday i'll surely forgive you ... but that day is not today.  ❜ ❛  let's just forget all about it and pretend it never happened.  ❜ ❛  what else am i supposed to do or say for you to believe me?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just say you're sorry?  ❜ ❛  i'm still waiting for that apology ...  ❜ ❛  that wasn't so difficult now, was it?  ❜ ❛  i'm begging you, please forgive me.  ❜ ❛  i promise you i'll never make the same mistake again.  ❜ ❛  that was the worst apology i've ever heard.  ❜ ❛  really? that's all you have to say for yourself?  ❜ ❛  you already broke your word once, who's to say you won't do it again?  ❜ ❛  will you just apologize already?  ❜ ❛  i don't need an apology from you.  ❜ ❛  i didn't mean what i said ... i'm sorry.  ❜ ❛  you need to be honest with me.  ❜ ❛  there's nothing to apologize for.  ❜ ❛  i've already forgiven you, you idiot.  ❜ ❛  i know you probably won't believe me, but i truly am sorry.  ❜

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THE QUIET MURMUR of footsteps and turning pages blankets the Archives. Few people stir about; most of them— agents and researchers alike— plant themselves in hardwood seats with noses pressed firm between the crux of a book's spine. Others putter around, foraging for new material on the Problem, on specters and phantasms, and every other metaphysical discipline one can imagine.

A dust permeates, too. One that comes with the flit of every turned page. The thick of it makes Lockwood's nose twitch. He sneezes every so often. This is not the sort of place he'd fancy, preferring to nestle into his armchair with a copy of The Times or some garishly printed pop magazine. Why entertain books on the dead when there are perfectly good stories about the living? Like that sour Fittes review he'd read last week... Yes, he'd been chuffed to find that one. Even pasted on the fridge.

This kind of research— this dipping and bobbing between innumerable shelves— is better left to George.

Unfortunately, George's bug prevents him from walking more than ten steps out of bed without doubling over into a fit of coughing. And coughing is certainly not the kind of noise one might want to bring into a library or archive or any other quiet, thoughtful place. Thus, Lockwood politely picks up his associate's sniveling slack. At least she's with him.

And speaking of she— Lucy Carlyle has managed to capture her associate's attention for a whole two uninterrupted minutes. Sun beams in through a far window, its rays catching in her hair, dancing across the gentle slope of her cheek, and illuminating her in a pearlescent morning glow. She flips with intent through a copy of Deadly Encore, a periodical from the early eighteenth century. It's not exactly the book they're looking for, but whatever it is, it's seized her fascination.

Not unlike the way she's seized his.

Right. The book.

"God, no." Lockwood breathes contemptuously, smiling. "I'm afraid I might fall asleep if you leave. And George won't be at all happy if we come back empty handed."

He bows over the archival index spread across the table. "Says here that we're... In the wrong section. Again. This is codswallop."

‘ you make it very hard to focus on what i'm supposed to be doing. ‘ - ( Lockwood ) @lockwdco

Lucy can't quite keep herself from SMILING at his words, because...well, because the fact that he finds her distracting is something to say the least. She knows exactly how he's feeling, finds him distracting during certain times, too, but it settles a spark of warmth in her chest to know the feeling is mutual, even if neither of them speak much about it.

"I am literally just SITTING here," She points out, though the smile is still present on her lips. "Would you like me to go?"

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Concerned Sentences, Vol. 4

(Concerned sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You can't save everybody."

"This has been going on for almost a week. You want to talk about it?"

"Where did you get those cuts?"

"How long have you been up?"

"How do you live like this?"

"You must be so lonely."

"I am worried about you, okay?"

"You blame yourself for what happened to him, don't you?"

"I appreciate your concern, but I wouldn't have done that anyway."

"When was the last time anyone touched you with affection?"

"You're thinking with your heart, not your head."

"You're scaring a lot of people. You want to just calm down?"

"If you have an allergy to psychologists, I suggest you get that looked at."

"You spend so much effort shutting down your feelings that you forget how to start them up again."

"You don't have to lie. Not to me. I understand."

"I did do the right thing, didn't I?"

"I'm sorry, I can't trust your judgement right now."

"Don't you ever sleep?"

"You can't help me. No one can help me."

"If you don't work through the grief, it'll paralyse you."

"I don't know; it kind of seems like a terrible idea."

"If you keep drinking, you're going to get fired."

"You drink too much. I get why, but I wish you wouldn't."

"You can't just flip a switch and become someone else."

"My demonstration of concern would not change what has happened."

"You hide it, but you do have feelings."

"How can you love him without trusting him?"

"You set standards for yourself no one could meet."

"You could be wrong! Don't throw away your life on a mistake!"

"Don't you realise that what you intend to do will be hopeless?"

"You mustn't keep this to yourself! I want to help you!"

"Careful. Too much love is dangerous."

"How long have you been alone? Are you lonely?"