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( a collection of drunken confessions dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post <3 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

(mix of silly, emotional, messy, sweet, and chaotic)

"you ever think maybe we were meant to meet... like, cosmically?"

"i shouldn't say this... but i've been in love with you for forever."

"shhh. don’t tell anyone i said this but... you’re my favorite person."

"you’re so pretty. it’s actually unfair. i’m mad at you now."

"i miss you. even when you're here, i miss you."

"if you asked me right now, i’d run away with you."

"i told myself i wouldn’t cry and now look at me—i'm soggy."

"can i tell you a secret? no one knows this. not even me."

"i don't want to go home. it’s not warm there like you are."

"you smell like safety. that’s weird, right?"

"you always leave the party too early. stay longer this time. stay with me."

"i don't like them. i never did. i only said yes to make you jealous."

"you were my first love. not that you needed to know that."

"you always knew me better than anyone. it’s scary sometimes."

"every time you smile at someone else i feel sick. it’s pathetic, i know."

"i think you're the only person who's ever actually seen me."

"you promised me you’d stay. why did you lie?"

"remember when we used to dream together? god, we were so young."

"don’t laugh but... i wrote poems about you. they were bad."

"you’re everything to me. but it’s fine. you don’t have to feel the same."

"your hands are so warm. i could live here, holding you."

"you were my favorite chapter. i keep rereading you."

"i’m not drunk. okay i am. but the feelings? those are real."

"i wish i was braver when it counted."

"it’s you. it’s always been you."

"do you think we missed our chance?"

"they don’t deserve you. but i was too scared to try to be someone who did."

"stop looking at me like that. i’ll fall in love all over again."

"you said you didn’t want anything serious... but i did. i wanted you."

"i’m scared. and it’s not the booze—it’s the idea of losing you."

"i tell everyone i’m over you but then you look at me and i fall apart."

"you were the only one who stayed when everything else fell apart."

"if i tell you i love you, will you leave? please don’t."

"the world feels quieter when you're near. like everything makes sense."

"you taste like trouble and i’d still kiss you again."

"god, i hate you. i hate how much i still love you."

"every version of me has wanted every version of you."

"you were my home. i didn’t realize until i lost the key."

"don’t leave yet. just one more moment like this. please."

"i think i messed up. i picked everyone else before you."

"if i asked you to kiss me, would you?"

"remember when you held my hand like you meant it?"

"you’re my what-if. and it kills me."

"can we just stay like this? pretend it’s still us?"

"i forgive you. even though it still hurts."

"i lied. when i said i didn’t care. i always did."

"you look so good right now. it's annoying. stop it."

"you make the world feel a little less heavy."

"i saved every text. is that weird?"

"i love you. even if i forget this in the morning, i mean it right now."

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reunited (gyeong seok x charley)

squid game au wherein charley gets out and finds the man she connected with the most in the games

tagging: @imaginesbymk 💖

She was walking along where the parade usually was, heels clacking slower than usual. A few healing gashes tainted her once soft, pale skin-- one on her calf, another two on her arm, one on her other. A small bruise on her cheek. She still couldn't believe she was alive, she was out. It all seemed like a distant memory. To an innocent onlooker it probably looked like she was being thrown around by her husband behind closed doors.

Charley still didn't know why she'd agreed to come here again with the same jerk as before. Perhaps it was to gain a sense of normality again. Normal people went on dates, went outside, talked to people, and money was no longer a problem. He broke her train of thought then, standing a few paces in front of her. "You're walking a little slow still, maybe you should sit down."

"No, I-I'm fine," she shook her head and opted for a lie. "It's just my heels."

"Not the huge cut on your leg?" His face twitched with annoyance, and he placed his hands on his hips, towering over her as she approached. "You still won't tell me what those are. Or where you've been, not answering my calls."

"I can't tell you that."

He arched his brows, sighed through his nose. "You don't trust me."

"No, I don't, honestly." He stared at her silently, and she shrugged. "I'm sorry, but I just don't." "Huh. Charmed. So what now? I brought you out here even though you've been ignoring me for the last two weeks and what? You're not gonna talk to me or tell me where you've been? You ungrateful little--"

He stopped when she slammed a hand to her own mouth, eyes wide, and a squeak of a gasp came from her. Her breath hitched and she stared past him at something, eyes filling up with tears and disbelief. "Oh my God…" she breathed, suddenly feeling very faint. But he was dead?

"Out of my way," she barked, grabbing onto his expensive jacket to whip her heels off. She shoved him away and ran to the small table with the canvas and the man in the bucket hat behind it, leaving her date staring at her in annoyed confusion. "Charley!" he called, but she wasn't listening.

"Two-four-six," she said, and the two stared at one another. He had stood up abruptly as soon as she approached, his own eyes welling up. And then they collided in a wordlesss hug, the tightest one either of them had ever experienced.

246 inhaled the familiar scent of her perfume, refusing to let her go. "You-- you got out?" he breathed, burying his face into her shoulder. "Barely," she sobbed, pulling away slightly to look at him and make sure this was real. Upon confirmation she leaned into him again, tears flowing. "But… you were dead. They brought you in i-i-in a coffin, you still had a pulse!" She took a second to steady her breathing and look at him again. "I dragged your body out of it a-and the pink men threatened to shoot me. I thought they were going to just burn you."

"There's a lot to explain… one of the soldiers helped me get out," he told her, his own cheeks wet with tears. He took a deep breath, wiped his own tears away and then, hesitantly, hers. "Maybe… maybe I can explain it all over dinner one night." His stomach fluttered with anxiety asking her that, and it pooled into warmth when she smiled.

"Yes-- yes, I'd love to hear all about it," she nodded with enthusiasm, beaming. "I-I-It'll be on me."

"What? No, I insist--"

"Gyeong-seok." She pulled out her purse, his hands still hovering on her waist, and discreetly showed him the gold card. His face fell with realisation.

"What's going on?" Her date marched towards the table, agitated, staring daggers at the other man. He looked him up and down in disgust, bringing a frown from the blonde.

She quickly put away her purse and turned to look at him. "Nothing."

"Doesn't look like nothing. Are you coming?"

"I'd like to go home, if that's alright with you."

He cursed under his breath, staring at both of them suspiciously. "Come. I'll, uh, I guess I can buy you a drink and take you back."

"Thank you." She hugged Gyeong-seok again, her lips beside his ear, and whispered. "I'll come back tomorrow, I promise. Please wait for me."

"I will."

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This is what info dumping oc lore feels like

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vic:

"But until then, I'm the boss," he repeated against her lips, then traced a route with pecks and nibbles along her jawline and down her neck, "I'm the boss." He undid her towel, pulled it from under her, and got up from the chair lifting her in his arms bride-style before carrying her to the bedroom. She was beautiful like Venus and clever like a wild cat, she was everything a guy could desire and she belonged to him.

He didn't believe in Heaven or Hell, but he believed that they were made for each other, and maybe they could get old together or die together like Bonnie and Clyde. "Can you say it again?" he asked after putting her on the bed and now standing over her and admiring her naked beauty. All the pin-up girls looked pale compared with her. "I like how it sounds."

With every kiss and nibble he gave her she shuddered happily, his warm breath fanning her neck. There would never be anybody else who could make her feel this way. Charley could be standing in a crowd of a hundred people but deep down she was certain Vic would still only see her.

Something between a laugh and a moan left her plump lips when he swept her into his strong arms, and she stretched out happily on the bed, breasts gently pushed together to entice him. "S-So do I," she agreed, squeezing her lush thighs together. She shifted to crawl towards him on all fours, dragging her gaze over him through those thick lashes, taunting him in every way she knew how. "You're the boss, Vic."

vic:

He rarely talked about love in direct words, but there was no possibility of denying the fact anymore. He was in love with her eyes, her smile, her sweet little stammering, her soft skin, and each of her curves. And he was completely, madly in love with her personality, tender and playful outside, strong and unbending in the core. What she did and how she acted when they had jobs together, for most guys, it would be a big turn-off. Who needs a girl that can shoot you in the head without hesitation for wronging her? But Vic, he wanted to carry her in his arms for the rest of their lives and make sure that she never had to cry, maybe just from happiness. “I’m the boss? Alright.“ His fingers slipped under the hem of her towel and made their way up along her thigh. “I’m gonna make that call. Later. There’s an urgent matter to attend to.“

The way Charley looked at Vic could only be described as pure love, infatuation, desire. A match made in heaven, some would say. Although she would be far too shy to use those exact words, she definitely felt it. A gentle exhale left her lips when his fingers met her thigh, and a smile crept onto her lips. Again, her lips met his in a sweet kiss laced with passion, and one tiny hand fumbled to paw at his crotch. Never had she met a man who made her feel this way.

“Of-o-of course you are… you should know that by now,” she giggled between kisses, gently rubbing her nose against his. “Unless you-y-you’re out taking me shopping… then I’m the boss.” She laughed again softly and ran the tip of her tongue along his lower lip.

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ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ “ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ + ᴄᴏʀᴇ” ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ 9 ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛꜱ

CHARLOTTE + CORE

tagged by; @losinmortalesperdidos ♥

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vic:

He rarely talked about love in direct words, but there was no possibility of denying the fact anymore. He was in love with her eyes, her smile, her sweet little stammering, her soft skin, and each of her curves. And he was completely, madly in love with her personality, tender and playful outside, strong and unbending in the core. What she did and how she acted when they had jobs together, for most guys, it would be a big turn-off. Who needs a girl that can shoot you in the head without hesitation for wronging her? But Vic, he wanted to carry her in his arms for the rest of their lives and make sure that she never had to cry, maybe just from happiness. “I’m the boss? Alright.“ His fingers slipped under the hem of her towel and made their way up along her thigh. “I’m gonna make that call. Later. There’s an urgent matter to attend to.“

The way Charley looked at Vic could only be described as pure love, infatuation, desire. A match made in heaven, some would say. Although she would be far too shy to use those exact words, she definitely felt it. A gentle exhale left her lips when his fingers met her thigh, and a smile crept onto her lips. Again, her lips met his in a sweet kiss laced with passion, and one tiny hand fumbled to paw at his crotch. Never had she met a man who made her feel this way.

"Of-o-of course you are... you should know that by now," she giggled between kisses, gently rubbing her nose against his. "Unless you-y-you're out taking me shopping... then I'm the boss." She laughed again softly and ran the tip of her tongue along his lower lip.

Charley ​:

“I don’t believe that for one s-second,” Charley laughed back, baby blues twinkling with a playfulness that Vic always brought out of her. There was even the slightest notion of love in her eyes, too, whether Vic felt the same way or not Charley knew he would do anything to put a smile on her face. Gaze dropped to his lips as he chewed at them, then back up to meet his piercing blue eyes. She nodded yes, “R-Ri-Right. It’ll be just wonderful.“ She paused. “But… I’d definitely h-have to say you’re the boss, out of th-the two of us.” A naughty grin flashed across her lips and she parted them against his in a sweet kiss.

He rarely talked about love in direct words, but there was no possibility of denying the fact anymore. He was in love with her eyes, her smile, her sweet little stammering, her soft skin, and each of her curves. And he was completely, madly in love with her personality, tender and playful outside, strong and unbending in the core. What she did and how she acted when they had jobs together, for most guys, it would be a big turn-off. Who needs a girl that can shoot you in the head without hesitation for wronging her? But Vic, he wanted to carry her in his arms for the rest of their lives and make sure that she never had to cry, maybe just from happiness. “I’m the boss? Alright.“ His fingers slipped under the hem of her towel and made their way up along her thigh. “I’m gonna make that call. Later. There’s an urgent matter to attend to.“

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Reblog this is you're 10000% with being approached with plot ideas at random!

Of course, this doesn’t mean you have to say yes, but a lot of times we don’t know we’d be interested in a thread idea unless it’s brought to our attention!

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Lights out, Danny Galieote

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╰┈➤ ACTION PROMPTS : Loving Actions (SFW) a set of action prompts, varying from platonic to romantic ! an assortment from simple ones, to more niche or specific ones that i happen to like. prompts become more descriptive as the list goes on. all sfw, and please keep them that way ! these are meant to be fluffy and sweet ! please do not add to or edit this list ! * add “+ reverse” to swap the roles for any prompt !

• GESTURES •

[ BLANKET ] — sender drapes a blanket over receiver’s shoulders

[ MEAL ] — sender places a warm-cooked meal in front of sender

[ TAKEOUT ] — sender arrives at receiver’s home, bearing takeout from receiver’s favourite place

[ HOODIE ] — sender lends receiver a hoodie that may or may not be oversized for them

[ HOLD ] — noticing that receiver is nervous or scared, sender offers out their hand for receiver to hold

[ LULLABY ] — sender hums or sings a lullaby to receiver, to calm them down or provide them comfort

[ ADJUST ] — sender fixes an article of receiver’s clothing, but does not stop there. they fix receiver’s hair, turn them around to check their outfit, etc, all to make sure that receiver looks their best

[ DANCE ] — sender pulls receiver into a dance, but not on a dance floor ; in the midst of somewhere unconventional ( such as a kitchen or balcony ) , for a quiet, private dance, that may be more of gentle swaying than proper dancing

[ SONG ] — cradling receiver close, sender tucks their head near receiver’s neck and begins to quietly sing or hum a tune. a song, just for receiver, quiet and special and close enough to be felt against receiver’s neck.

[ PREJUDICE ] — sender, after touching & guiding receiver’s hand to assist them in doing something ( such as stepping up onto a higher platform or guiding them somewhere ) , releases receiver’s hand … but their own hand hesitates before retracting, sender still able to feel the sensation of receiver’s hand against theirs.

• HUGS •

[ REFUSE ] — sender, already embracing receiver, refuses to let go when receiver tries to move or move away

[ TACKLE ] — sender tackles receiver in a hug, possibly knocking receiver to the ground in the process

[ TIGHT ] — sender tightly hugs receiver in a strong embrace

[ SOFA ] — sender sits on the sofa that receiver has already been sitting on, snuggling up next to receiver and wrapping their arms around them in a comfortable hug

[ BEHIND ] — sender sneakily approaches receiver from behind and wraps their arms around receiver’s waist in a hug

[ CALMING ] — after finding receiver full of worries or fear, sender wraps them in a tight hug, reassuring receiver that they are there and helping to ground receiver

[ MISS ] — before receiver can leave, perhaps on a long travel or dangerous journey, sender rushes up behind them and hugs them, having one last big hug

[ SPIN ] — excited to see receiver, perhaps after a long period of time, sender rushes into an embrace, going so far as to lift receiver off of the ground and spin them around

[ SIDE ] — sender, standing next to receiver, takes another step to the side to close the distance, then wraps an arm around receiver in a side-hug

[ HAIR ] — while embracing receiver, sender begins stroking and running their fingers through receiver’s hair as a calming gesture

• KISSES •

[ CHEEK ] — sender kisses receiver’s cheek to wish them good luck before an event / a performance / etc

[ UP ] — sender, shorter than receiver, stands up on their tippy toes to kiss receiver’s cheek

[ DOWN ] — sender, taller than receiver, leans down to kiss the top of receiver’s head

[ EXCITEMENT ] — sender spontaneously kisses receiver, full of excitement after an event or receiving news

[ SPINNING ] — sender lifts receiver into a spin, kissing them gently and chastely as they set receiver back down onto solid ground

[ FOREHEAD ] — sender gently kisses receiver’s forehead, their lips lingering against receiver’s skin in a tender moment

[ PEPPER ] — sender peppers receiver’s face with butterfly kisses, across their cheeks and over their face, smiling all the while with intermittent laughs

[ SHOULDER ] — hugging receiver from behind, sender kisses the back of receiver’s shoulder, lingering with their face pressed against receiver’s back

[ PALM ] — idly playing with receiver’s hand while receiver does another task ( writing, reading, etc ) , sender then sneakily kisses receiver’s palm

[ ASK ] — in the midst of a tender moment, the two of them already close together and within distance to be kissed, sender quietly asks if they may kiss receiver

[ REQUEST ] — sender, near receiver, watches the person they love, full of adoration ( perhaps with a love they do not yet know is requited ) . quietly, perhaps nervous or timid, sender asks if they may kiss receiver.

[ SECRET ] — sender and receiver, as forbidden lovers, share their last few moments before being pulled back into their lives. sender, catching receiver before they leave, gives them one last kiss as a goodbye, and a promise that they will meet again soon.

[ DISTRACT ] — sender surprises receiver with a kiss, intending to distract them from their current task, perhaps work they have been doing overtime or a project they have been focusing on for a long time. sender intends to create a distraction to tear receiver away from their work/project, or perhaps to bring some levity and lightness to interrupt receiver’s work

[ BALLROOM ] — in the middle of a dance, perhaps a large ballroom, sender’s and receiver’s eyes meet in the midst of their partnered dance. sender, perhaps without thinking, leans forward and kisses receiver

[ KNUCKLES ] — sender, after guiding receiver’s hand ( such as to assist them in stepping up onto a higher platform, or to lead them somewhere ) , goes to release receiver’s hand … but not without pressing a chaste kiss to their knuckles, soft and lingering

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what deity are you

beauty and relationships

you are a very prideful deity. you know your worth, you know your power, and you know your beauty. people come to you for love and confidence. you may seem calm but when your worth or beauty is in question wrath fills you. it's common to see those who question you on those matters face a life of loneliness.

stolen from @losinmortalesperdidos​ 💖

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vic:

“Me? In a skirt? Never happens.“ He laughed and his hand moved down to her curves hidden under the wide and thick towel. The truth was, to make her happy, to see her smile, and to hear her laugh he would’ve worn a grass skirt, a puppy suit, or whatever she pleased. “I thought I’m too Large to be Gomez,” he laughed again at his own joke. At this point, most parts of his thoughts were focused on removing this towel from her body and driving it to the state where they both would need to take a shower again. “Okay then. That will be great. I’m not saying we retire, but I think, maybe it’s time for us to change the scenery and be our own bosses. Right… boss?” His bright blue eyes met hers as he licked and chewed at his lower lip.

“I don’t believe that for one s-second,” Charley laughed back, baby blues twinkling with a playfulness that Vic always brought out of her. There was even the slightest notion of love in her eyes, too, whether Vic felt the same way or not Charley knew he would do anything to put a smile on her face. Gaze dropped to his lips as he chewed at them, then back up to meet his piercing blue eyes. She nodded yes, “R-Ri-Right. It'll be just wonderful." She paused. "But... I’d definitely h-have to say you’re the boss, out of th-the two of us.” A naughty grin flashed across her lips and she parted them against his in a sweet kiss.

“Heyyy...“ he turned from the laptop when the bathroom door opened and she walked into the room, splendid as always even wrapped in the towel and with her hair wet. The last job was pretty big and went just perfectly, but now the two needed to lay low and spend all the time on the outskirts in the little cottage rented under some fake name and paid for by Joe. They were alone there, except once in a few days some of Cabots’ men dropped the food and other stuff they needed on the driveway, and that was good, but after a while, it started to get boring. Not the company of each other, of course, it was more than pleasant, but four walls around them. “I’ve been thinkin’,” he said blowing out smoke, “How ‘bout a long vacation? I know a guy who can make us passports and shit, with all the money we have now, we can afford that and more. Let’s go to some islands, buy us a place a little bigger than this one. New names, new looks. Hell, we might even like it. Whaddya think?”

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Diana Dors

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reblog to tell your mutuals they’re lovely af.

✨♡♡✨♡♡✨♡♡✨♡♡✨

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Diana Dors

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vic:

He wrapped his arm around her waist and watched how she smoked his cigarette. She was everything a guy like him could dream of and much more. Every day they were together he felt like the luckiest bastard ever born in California, and hell, he was making sure that she felt the same way about being with him. “Maui?” he asked back pressing her a little tighter to himself when her lips touched his shoulder, “Why not? I personally thought about some of the Cuba islands, but you’ll look great in Moana costume.” He reached for her lush mouth and gave it a gentle kiss. “What about Burt and Sally?” he chuckled, “You’ll have time to choose. Next time Joe’s courier comes, I’ll ask for a burner and call my guy, we’ll get all papers in the next few days.”

“Oh, sure, I can just s-see you in a grass s-skirt,” Charley joked, feeling her soft stomach flip at his touch. “I-I don’t mind where we go.” From the moment they met she had stumbled, tripped and fallen head over heels for him-- that had never changed. She returned the kiss, happily humming against his sweet lips, and giggled a little at the suggestion. “Hm. I-I think we’re probably m-more Gomez & Morticia,” she chuckled, “I-I’m sure we’ll think of something... oh, this’ll be j-ju-just great, Vic.” Tiny hand found his jaw and she parted her lips against his in a sweet kiss, his soft bare skin warming her own. 

“Heyyy...“ he turned from the laptop when the bathroom door opened and she walked into the room, splendid as always even wrapped in the towel and with her hair wet. The last job was pretty big and went just perfectly, but now the two needed to lay low and spend all the time on the outskirts in the little cottage rented under some fake name and paid for by Joe. They were alone there, except once in a few days some of Cabots’ men dropped the food and other stuff they needed on the driveway, and that was good, but after a while, it started to get boring. Not the company of each other, of course, it was more than pleasant, but four walls around them. “I’ve been thinkin’,” he said blowing out smoke, “How ‘bout a long vacation? I know a guy who can make us passports and shit, with all the money we have now, we can afford that and more. Let’s go to some islands, buy us a place a little bigger than this one. New names, new looks. Hell, we might even like it. Whaddya think?”

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Diana Dors as a sales assistant at a perfume shop in Yield to the Night holding Shalimar perfume by Guerlain, 1956 (source)