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Other things I adore about this from image 1: exposing the sheer terror of Godfrey chasing after Wolfgang to either stop him from committing a crime, punish him for committing a crime, or to save him from the mob of angry villages he committed the crime against.

Image 2 is just them 'sneaking' into the capital after some choice words with the Draconic Tree Sentinel outside, which leads into image 3 that Godfrey is fucking gargantuan, and would have to stoop to fit through most doorways.

I wanted to take another screenshot earlier of the sheer hilarity of Godfrey standing at the entrance to a small ruin room (you know, the ones with the super narrow staircase down, leading into a tiny boss room, and there's treasure in the next room), to either block Wolfgang from going in out of concern... Only for Wolfgang to convince him its fine.

A moment later, when the inevitable sounds of battle ensue, Godfrey has to crawl/crouch his way down, and pound whatever is in there into a bloody pulp. Because this mod teleports them if they get too far, which means getting inventive with how, canonically, Godfrey would have got down to begin with.

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I posed the question: "Do I, or do I not, download a "custom spirit summons" mod where Wolfgang can summon Godfrey for every fight so I can get the full experience of them journeying around together and watching the first Elden Lord own... everything that lives and breathes in the Lands Between."

@spellbladerogier 's response?

"Omg do it."

I can and will comb Nexus Mods and post screenshots of the husbands.

Thank you for enabling me.

Edit: I'm CACKLING.

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Godfrey Fight

So, I switched from playing on PS4 to playing on PC because I wanted to be able to take the game with me forever, instead of it being bound to that console, in which I'd lose all my progress when I'd one day have to switch consoles or whatever.

So, I cheated... just a little, made Wolfgang max level (he was on PS4 and I refused to grind again), collected all my stuff, and went about my way.

However, it has been a long time since I played, so I had to re-learn all the fights. And I do mean everything. League of Legends is so much more passive and less demanding, let's leave it at that.

Anyway, as I was playing through the Godfrey fight, dying by my mantra: "I rolled too early", I started watching Wolfgang get caught in the grabs and...

Huh... Godfrey poised over him like he's crawling over him. Huh... Yeah, that mental image is just going to stick in my brain. Closest Wolfgang will ever come in the actual game, I guess...

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The Price of Freedom

I subjected @spellbladerogier to this, now I'm subjecting all of you to the pain of Wolfgang's 'True Ending'.

Read more for length:

Wolfgang does not know he is the son of two gods: Mekauros, God of Whispers, Secrets, Creatures of the Night, and Spiders; Yris, Goddess of Rivers, Rain, Medicine, and Dance. He does not know he is an Empyrean. The first time he goes to take the Elden Ring, under a promise he made to a young lady in desperation, he walks beside the first Elden Lord. He does not tell him of the oath, does not strain his already heavy shoulders with questions, but fights beside him…

He must sacrifice the girl, the young lady, at the pinnacle of flame, and is held back only by the Lord he followed. The one he loved. They go to defeat death, then an old friend, and then – His son, driven to madness over the ash they unleashed upon the capital. Over the great, golden tree that is roaring with great, devouring flames. In the end, they both perish, and it is only Wolfgang… He ushers in an Age of Dusk, in remembrance of his lover.

But no – no, this is not how the story ends!

He will not let it end here. He takes the rings, enacts the Law of Regression.

The clock turns back.

Reverses.

Start again.

Over and over.

The journey changes, the ending shaped each time by his choices, but they are always wrong. Not enough. For the bright and vibrant, aggrieved spellblade; for the mistress of the golden son, lying in her own deathbed; for the General with his lion’s red mane and the stars at his behest; the man who would never be allowed to be anything but a boy and the sister who adored him enough to rot away; the mother of the moon, last Queen of her name; the serpent family but more doting and loving than any other.

The dreaming, moon-adoring doll, the half-wolf who loved her; two brothers forever separated by the tale their house told in blood. The Warrior Jar so bombastic, his enthusiasm unquenchable, spreading then to a vibrant lad, so much smaller and fragile. The sorceress and her hunter, her guile and his honor, their intelligence and stubbornness matched.

The blacksmith at his post, abandoned by all, shackled by a duty no heart should bear. The spirit tuner who stayed by his side, golden haired, and timid, save for the souls in her care. The old man, devoted to his books, scouring for every scrap of knowledge and wisdom that could be seen and heard. The merchant, sitting by his fire, always ready to share his meager belongings as if they were not all he had. The old finger reader, steadfast in her belief, but knowing – and telling – him to follow his own path.

The maiden who handed him a golden ring, who turned his runes to strength, who would turn her own body to ash in offering, because she believed him worthy.

How can he be worthy when they are all gone?

Or… is this all he is worthy of? The cold stone of their graves?

This is not what he chose.

Over and over.

In another life, he finds his hands enshrouded in great paws, with a head of horns brushing his cheeks and jaws. He loathes the scars, the furrows left in his face, but caresses his ivory crown of jagged spires. His shame. And yet, Wolfgang loves him all the more for them. Is this a betrayal of his Lord? No, he has not seen him, nor met him, in this life. He carries the weight of hundreds, now thousands, and he will not fail again –

But fail he does.

And those hands leave him once again.

Through every life he is hunted, by the friends he couldn’t save, the two lovers he abandoned. Their voices follow him through the Mistwood, over the rivers, into the canyons. Sometimes, they whisper in entreating tones, and other times they roar, they hiss and coil. He can feel Serosh’s talons around his throat, Godfrey’s fingers in his hair, Morgott’s nails trailing over his ribs. Roderika’s palm in his, Hewg’s scales brushing his knuckles, Rogier’s warmth pressed to his flank. Diallos’s head in his lap, Blaidd’s shoulders upon his chest, Alexander’s stone and earth hewn grip on his wrist –

They were beside him, assuring him, and then tearing him apart. He cannot remember if he killed them or not – divining out some answer from their blood – no, no, he would never! Had… never… The roots that ensnared Rogier tighten in his lungs, rooting deep in the marrow between his limbs. Or… were they the lives in which they clung to him? Their weight, their breaths, their souls embrace him. Suffocating him. Roderika looks at him strangely now. He hasn’t found it yet, hasn’t discerned what it is, what stops the world, and allows it to twist on without –

He kills. And he kills. He touches Roderika’s hands with the same that murdered her husband – Kale – now nothing more than a bell he hands to the Twin Husks. Was this Melina’s fate? She regards him with weariness as well. The descent, the call, he can feel the flicker better than he can see it. Fire. A burning, grasping, hungry flame that writhes and yet whispers in hushed tones. Perhaps… That is the key?

He knows the descent. He assured Melina once, long ago, that he would never make it again. He broke the vow that day. But he will not the one he made to her:

“To the foot of the Erdtree.”

To the foot of the hell where they buried Kale’s people, where their song summoned something twisted and ancient, curled up in the darkness, but never lost to it. They should have known. He hits the bottom, the rubble whirling around his ankles, and his hands reach for the clasps of his gauntlets. Further, up along his breastplate, leaving a stream of armor from the drop to the mouth of the door.

The cardinal sin flays his arms, his chest, and something deep, deep in the darkened depths of his soul screams. He awakens with the fire, Frenzied and stinging, emblazed on his body. The world burns.

Melina keeps her promise.

But her eyes are different, milky and dusk laden, dripping over his face. His fingers twitch.

One more.

One last time.

The flame is snuffed, his fractured body mended, the runes abandoning him – whisking back to their bearers.

He knows he must wear a different face for this. The Black Knife armor serves its purpose, of an assassin, of a thief in the night. He will be the villain of this play. And all the while, in the form of an Exile, he will give the players their lines, and move the pieces across the board. They don’t know it’s him, none of them do, their memories sealed by time and the passage of ages. Not till the very end, when the outcast in a maroon shawl, hiding his face becomes the dark armored killer before their eyes. But he has what he needs, every rune that could mend: Death, Order, Curse, Moonlight, and then, and only then, is his born.

At the foot of the Erdtree.

He brings them all together, letting them carve their way into his flesh, rippling through his muscles.

But Freedom does not come without sacrifice.

“Is something wrong, my love?” Rogier blinked. He had… What had he been saying?

“Don’t!” His throat still ached with the force of it, pushing out between bloodied teeth, sticking to his tongue. Strange, the last time he’d said that with such vehemence had been when D had left him. Rogier swallowed away the word, the implication, the weight that plummeted into his stomach.

“No, no, nothing. I just…” What could he say?

“Feel like you’ve forgotten something?” Rogier blinked again, taken aback, but his lover didn’t seem the least bit surprised.

“How did you know?” Diallos gave a shrug, though there was something somber to the motion, to the lilt of his smooth lips.

“I… well, to be honest, I’ve been feeling that way too lately, but… I can never place what it is I’ve forgotten.”

Diallos and Rogier owned a florist and dress shop on the east side of Leyendell, across from Kale’s store that sold general goods for adventurers from boluses to arrows, and darts and healing potions, supplied by the ever resourceful and adept Blaidd. He made good money, what with his wife, Roderika – now carrying their fifth child! – being a spirit tuner, and her adoptive father being the best carpenter in all the Lands Between.

Blaidd married the Lunar Princess just four years ago, and they were expecting their fourth child, just behind the triplets. The eldest was just like his father, always ready for a bout but sweet-tempered to a fault, while the daughters were as vibrantly crimson haired as their mother and just as mischievous to their Grandfather Iji.

The wedding had been quite the spectacle, with Pastor Miriel overseeing the proceedings, and the entire Carian royal family in attendance, along with a few… special guests. Radahn had sung for his little sister, a touching ballad that was equal parts a roasting and a tune of adoration. Ranni had cried laughing and then just cried, before being embraced by her brother. He had assured her that every child would have their own stalwart steeds straight from his stables when they were old enough to ride. Rykard, although wheelchair bound, had made the journey from Mount Gelmir with a massive retinue, and was quoted as having been “quite thankful”, that his sister was finally going to give him nieces and nephews to dote upon, as equally as she had young Rya, his eldest daughter. Blaidd’s entire body had puffed at the implication, and Lady Ranni was struck enough to flush herself.

He had, of course, given his own gifts in splendorous fabrics and baby clothes.

Queen Rennala had apparently given him playful chastisement for his choice of words, but did admit she looked forward to more grandchildren.

King Morgott the Graceful had arrived shortly after the proceedings had begun, making a silent entrance, but formally apologized for being late to the bride and groom. The nobility had been giving him awful headaches, but he had said he wasn’t missing it for the world. He gave an enchanted cloak, embroidered with lace from Limgrave, and a few children’s toys from the makers of Leyendell. Amongst the more unusual guests were found Miquella and Malenia, the former of which had gifted gowns tailored for Ranni made by his own hand, and a music box with the most splendid, charming tune. Malenia had, of course, gifted a blade to Blaidd, and assured him that his pups could study under her when they were ready. That, of course, sent General Radahn into a fit. Any child of Carian blood would be studying the sword under him! It turned into a boasting competition which continued well into the evening.

Further down the road, an explosion burst forth from a brightly colored fireplace, spouting a myriad of powders and dust into the air in a cacophony of colors. The blast was so powerful, it actually dislodged his feet from the road. Everyone rushed from their shops, observing the commotion, but more than a few turned back to their homes or businesses, and shook their heads. Lady Sellen had been experimenting again. Her husband, Jerren, standing on the front stoop, groaned and rushed inside to roar: “at least take it onto the porch, woman!” And there went another shouting match.

Their second born, a four-year-old girl named Capella, walked out, and looked both ways. Rogier doubled over, clasping Diallos’s shoulder, who also broke into a fit of laughter. Her usually dark hair was blown around her head like a sunflower, bearing more colors than any rainbow he’d ever witnessed, and her entire front was splattered much the same. He walked over with his husband, patting it down for her, covering their hands in the colorful powder. Sirius, their son of six years, finally appeared, but was no worse for wear. In fact, he was dressed well in linen shorts and shirt, with his leather satchel bag thrown over his shoulder. He patted his sister, who still looked rather frazzled. Jerren finally came out to collect his daughter, shaking his head, and thanked them.

“Tell Sir Kale I’ll be needing a new stove. Again.” He gave a nod to Sirius. “Be home before ten, aye?”

“Aye, father.” The lad scurried into the street in time to catch a gaggle of other boys, shouting and carrying armfuls of food, towards the Roundtable Hold. Rogier paused, turning to watch them, and smiled.

“Reminiscing, my love?” Rogier gave a low nod, linking his arm with Diallos.

“Yes, I suppose I am.” The Roundtable was no longer necessary in their age of peace, yet Gideon Ofnir maintained his vigil as its leader. However, these days, he worked more on training new incanters and sorcerers, archiving their great works, and acting as a sort of librarian. Some days though, just some, he indulged the local children with legends, using his magics to let the children fling themselves into mock bouts with legendary foes of old. Turned out, the old bastard was actually very good with young ones, and an even better storyteller. It was quite the spectacle he'd heard, though he’d not managed to catch a showing himself.

Rogier turned his head, spying –

A flame, dancing on the edge of a cauldron. What?

Melina waved back to him, his own hand in mid-air. Her light, odd locks bounced as she strode, wavering in the breeze. She’d be going to the Roundtable Hold too then, reading her books in some cloister, laughing as Sir Gideon did his tricks and dazzled the children. Had she been taking lessons from him too?

“Excuse us!” Diallos cut under a load of stones, hoisted by a great Omen in thick, cotton britches, and a red wool sweater. He gave a gruff snort, shaking his head, and continued on his way towards the opposite end of town.

“Poor man, do you think he needs some help?” Diallos shook his head.

“I think he’d be more annoyed if we made him stop to put it down. Having carried a few heavy loads myself, I’m usually not in the mood to set it aside before its reached its destination.” Rogier gave a laugh then a nod. Besides, he didn’t seem to be having too much trouble with it and made it safe and sound to the outer embankment from what he could see. Were they still repairing that wall? It felt like it had been damaged for ages.

Wait – Still?

The world tunneled, then twisted, sloping into a series of gold and grey, a murky image of a shadow dragging across the buildings. His heels and feet slid at the same time, to the side rather than forward, an itching building into his ankles that erupted up into his knees. He could feel it, twisting. Writhing. Straight towards the center of his chest. But it was the darkness, the jagged splinter of stone that wasn’t stone, the skeleton and the body that jutted forth from his memory. Or was it a dream? What was –

“Rogier?” He shook his head.

“Yes, my love?” He just managed to bite back the quiver in his voice.

“Juno will be coming to dinner. He’s been gone so long, having had to guard that caravan from the north, but he’ll be back this evening! He sent word ahead. Apparently, the merchants gave him a bottle of spirits for his services, a special vintage from the Land of Reeds.” Diallos spoke in such warm tones, guiding his steps on a road he couldn’t have walked more than… ten? No, a thousand times. It must have been. “I’m told it would go well with a side of fish. What say you? I’m sure Lord – I mean, Sir Loux,” Rogier was fairly certain he wouldn’t like being called ‘sir’ either, or that ‘Loux’ was necessarily his last name in that sense, “is still open for business.”

“Yes, yes, quite right. I’ll go pick something up.” Diallos beamed at him, leaving his side at the crossroads, the imprint of his hand on Rogier’s sleeve in… red.

“The tale of House Hoslow is told in blood.” When had he first heard those words?

Rogier made the journey towards the entrance of the city, strides heavier, lighter, treading beneath a shadow, and then not. He was certain it was just the glare of the sun, the speckles behind his eyes, but the brim of his hat was too wide for such nonsense. His fingers, stained in blue and white and black, gripped tight to his forearm over the residual warmth Diallos had left through his sleeve.

Merri? Hadn’t Merri mentioned something about the Land of Reeds? Yes, she’d wanted to go, make a boat, and sail but –

Why hadn’t she? She wasn’t a young woman to be trapped, harnessed by either the wind or sea, but… She remained, still, in the Lands Between. He’d seen her, more than once, bothering her father, asking him about the world beyond. And yet, she had not gone to see it herself. Rogier caught her, sinking her toes in the dirt, squeezing them between the grains, biting her lip, and staring at the horizon. Why was she frozen?

Lord Godfrey, the first Elden Lord, had taken up his old moniker: Hoarah Loux. He lived by the sea, in a quiet, one room shack, nestled in a cloister of trees. It was said that King Morgott visited him often, no doubt asking advice on how best to rule the city, but… There were other stories, of something else shifting in the shadows to visit him. Someone else. But they were never seen. Always gone by daylight. No one bothered to figure out who it was, if it was indeed anyone. In their age of peace, there was no reason to spread cruel gossip of treason or coup d’etat.

The beast regent, Serosh, was his only companion these days, never straying from his side or the mantle of his shoulders. Rogier approached slowly along the beach, following the rocks down. He could see his back, the muscles roving as he reached deep into the surf, dragging a net up into his massive arms.

“M – “No, he was a Lord no longer. And yet, even as he turned his head, water glistening off his heavy, scarred brow, and over his wild silver hair, he thought he could see the glint just above his eyes of a band of silver and gold.

“Hoarah Loux! I come seeking salmon!” He did not smile, exactly, but there was the ghost of a smirk on his features. He dragged himself up from the shallows, hauling in his catch behind him, before swinging it over one great shoulder.

“Thou art in luck then, young spellblade!” Rogier hopped down a set of deep rooted rocks, dancing on the balls of his feet all the way to the shack, where the great Serosh laid out in the sun on a series of raised scaffolding. Godfrey bent down, reaching inside the mound of fish, and flicked his wrist to send one over to the lion. He caught it in his mouth without even opening his eyes, his great maw crunching down on all the little bones, swallowing the morsel whole. Rogier doubted that was much more than a small snack.

“I think two shall be more than enough.” He gave a small smile, one he had made time and time again, though for Lord Godfrey… Had he given more? The question comes, in the moments it takes for Hoarah Loux to select the fish he seeks.

“Shouldn’t you be… in the capital?” Not crouching upon its outskirts? Rogier gave a sheepish cough.

"My days there are done." He didn’t even hesitate in his motions, loading in the salmon with massive, scarred hands.

"So... why are you here?" Godfrey paused, raising his head, and turned towards the sea.

"I am waiting."

For whom? And yet, Rogier dared not ask, because his heart was in his throat.

Because he knew –

He was waiting for them too.

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In other words:

Wolfgang lives through many, multiple lives till he goes mad, and does the Frenzied Flame thing. He is killed by Melina, but not before he hits the restart button. Again.

Afterwards, in this version, he collects every mending rune from every possible ending, even some I think aren't seen (maybe one from Rykard, or Mohg, or whoever else), which gives birth to his Rune. However, Wolfgang, through either guilt or grief, decides to give everyone a happy ending... but himself. As long as he stays away, no one will remember the hundreds, thousands of shitty past lives before, and they can just live in this happy utopia, worshipping their own gods, free and peaceful.

This, of course, comes with its own issues, but only because this means that everyone is doomed to stay in the Lands Between forever. Wolfgang, in the meantime, is journeying around the world, freeing people, helping others, and mending the land torn asunder by the Shattering and all that came before.

For characters who weren't mentioned: Marika, Radagon, D, Gurranq, Heysel, Atreus, Seluvis, Varre, Alexander, Jar-Bairn and Fia... I mean, depending, they got their own 'happy ending', but weren't mentioned. Lots of people already and I was losing steam because my throat hurts.

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I miss Wolfgang...

However, I think I'm going back to Discord RP because it's just easier? I know it isn't public or anything, people don't usually use icons, but, it's easier for me.

Especially since I got a job! : D

Oh, yeah, I'm alive. I just got a nice, cushy job at a library! But it's easier to use Discord on my tablet for mobility purposes.

You want to come scream together and RP just DM me.

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An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this   + reverse   to change which muse does which action.

tw for implied violence in some

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver

❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style

❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver

❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance

❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist

❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek

❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead

❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver

❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers

❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed

❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact

❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do

❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss

❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver

❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back

❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder

❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver

❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek

❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face

❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon

❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table

❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall

❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death

❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ sender comforts the receiver as they have a panic attack or get overstimulated

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Send ⛓ to capture my muse

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send ⚔ to walk in on my muse training

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Send 🤝 + a question about a relationship you’ve seen my muse in for them to answer.

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Invade my muse's personal space! Send "you're warm" to see my muse's reaction to yours randomly cuddling up to them.

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Got any uhh.... frenemies with benefits/frenemies to lovers prompts?

enemies with benefits prompts

“ just kiss me. “ “ that desperate? “

“ i can't stand the sound of your voice. “ “ last night would suggest otherwise. “

“ as a matter of fact i am that desperate. why else would i be here with you? “

“ you're good at what you're doing. “

“ did you just give me a compliment? “

“ this is wrong on so many levels... “

“ the wallpaper in this room is atrocious... “

“ you got knives under your bed? “ “ better watch your mouth, darling. “

“ i can't deny being a little curious... “

“ use me. “ “ i'd rather not. “

“ you deserve nothing. me being here is an act of charity and not something to be take for granted. “

“ shut up. “ “ fine. “

“ when you kiss me, you're not spewing bullshit. “

“ you're... you're quite attractive. “

“ it's 2am in the morning! “ “ my house is on fire! “ “ so what? call the fuckin' fire department! “

“ don't call me. not unless you're dying. “

“ we probably shouldn't do this... “ “ we definitely shouldn't do this. “

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Send 🏡 to receive a starter where our muses are trapped in a tiny house together for a week.

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INTIMIDATION PROMPTS does what it says on the tin, ranging from minor to serious. as always, feel free to tweak these as needed, take care, and have fun!

Words:

‘you don’t want to do that.’

‘you’ll regret it if you do.’

‘touch that and i’ll put you out.’

‘i’m beginning to think this would be much easier if you were unconscious.’

‘my boss is very upset with you.’

‘do as i say and no one needs to get hurt.’

‘it would be such a shame to spoil that pretty face.’

‘you won’t be acting so tough when i’m done with you.’

‘you’ll be leaving here in a fucking ambulance.’

‘you’ll be leaving here in a fucking body bag.’

‘i could snap you like a twig.’

‘look at you. you really think you could take me on?’

‘don’t think i won’t hurt you. i will.’

‘you’re not as important as you think. i don’t need you alive.’

‘don’t think you can weasel out of this one.’

‘what are you going to do? scream? no one will hear you.’

‘keep your hands where i can see them. no funny business.’

‘do that one more time and i’ll…’

‘you may as well give in now. don’t bother stringing this out.’

‘no one is coming for you.’

‘it’s not yourself you need to be worried about.’

‘don’t kill me? oh, it’s not me killing you that you need to be worried about…’

‘i could keep you alive for days.’

‘no one will ever find your body.’

Actions:

[ LOOM ] the sender stands uncomfortably close to the receiver.

[ PROD ] the sender prods the receiver in the chest with a finger.

[ PUSH ] the sender pushes / shoves the receiver.

[ BACK ] the receiver backs away from the sender.

[ PLAY ] the sender conspicuously plays with a weapon in front of the sender.

[ POINT ] the sender points a weapon directly at the sender.

[ TELL ] the sender orders the receiver to move / do something.

[ QUIET ] the sender leans in to whisper something to the receiver. 

[ TOUCH ] the sender touches the receiver’s face / hair / similar.

[ CALL ] the sender takes a call from their superior in front of the receiver. 

[ SHOW ] the sender shows the receiver proof of their threat on their family / etc.

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「   RP MEME : RELUCTANT ALLIES .   」 * change pronouns as needed .

’ don’t get in my way. ’

‘ being assigned to the same mission doesn’t make us friends. ’

‘ don’t play friendly with me. ’

‘ i work alone. ’

‘ try to keep up. ’

‘ do what you want. i’m not going to babysit you. ’

‘ it’s my mission, i’m in charge. ’

‘ follow my lead. ’

‘ i’m following you. ’

‘ i have never heard such a stupid plan. ’

‘ great. you’re going to get us all killed. ’

‘ thanks for the advice. ’

‘ watch yourself! ’

‘ got your six. ’

‘ i’ve got your back. ’

‘ try not to die! or do, i don’t care. ’

‘ don’t get blood on my floor. ’

‘ can you attract any more attention to us!? ’

‘ this was supposed to be a stealth mission. ’

‘ they didn’t tell me i’d be working with an idiot. ’

‘ i hate this just as much as you, but we have to see this through. ’

‘ i’m not doing this for you. ’

‘ i’m just following orders. ’

‘ stay with me! ’

‘ let’s not make a habit of this. ’

‘ you could’ve gotten yourself killed. ’

‘ pay attention. ’

‘ if it comes between you or the mission, i’m choosing the mission. without question. ’

‘ i will leave you behind. ’

‘ i’m not leaving you behind. ’

‘ you started this thing with me, you’re ending it with me. ’

‘ we make a pretty good team. ’

‘ maybe we should do this more often. ’

‘ when this mission started, i didn’t like you… still don’t. ’

‘ you’re not so bad yourself. ’

‘ try me. ’

‘ don’t push my buttons. ’

[sanctumofeld]

「   RP MEME :  SPARRING / TRAINING .   」   * change pronouns as needed .

‘ let’s go again. ’

‘ i’m not done yet. ’

‘ you’re focusing too much with your left/right foot. ’

‘ here, try it again. ’

‘ steady your breathing. ’

‘ you’re getting better. ’

‘ you’re getting sloppy. ’

‘ show me what you’ve got. ’

‘ too slow. ’

‘ you’re moving too fast! ’

‘ watch me first. ’

‘ no, hold the gun/staff like this. ’

‘ straighten your posture. ’

‘ am i too stiff? ’

‘ i’m don’t think i’m getting this. ’

‘ it’s six am. it’s time to train. ’

‘ i don’t need your help. ’  

‘ i can train by myself, thanks. ’

‘ i’m just trying to help you. ’

‘ that’s right. let it all out. ’

‘ you’re letting your emotions control you. ’

‘ clear your mind. ’

‘ we’re done for today. ’

‘ good job out there. ’

‘ i think you’re already better than me. ’

‘ no offense. you’re good, but you’ll never be better than me. ’

‘ stretch first, then we’ll get started. ’

‘ wait for my word, then throw the first punch. ’

‘ teach me that move. ’

‘ i want to learn from you. ’

‘ focus! ’

[sanctumofeld]

kiss me, kiss me, kiss me by the cure lyric sentence starters !!

this is an album i’m quite fond of!! as always, feel free to change any pronouns or phrases as needed to fit your muse!!

the kiss

“ your tongue is like poison. ”

“ love me, love me, love me. ”

“ push my guts all inside-out. ”

“ get your fucking voice out of my head. ”

“ i never wanted any of this! ”

“ i wish you were dead! ”

catch

“ she used to just stand there and stare. ”

“ but I never even caught her name. ”

“ i always used to wake up sore. ”

“ i even think that she smiled like you. ”

“ her eyes would go all sorts of far away. ”

“ she used to fall down a lot. ”  

torture

“ i’m here for one more treacherous night. ”

“ it tortures me to move my hands. ”

“ oh, I’m helpless again. ”

“ it’s shattered and sore. ”

“ my body is cut wide open. ”

“ i can’t stand anymore. ”  

if only tonight we could sleep

“ if only tonight we could sleep in a bed made of flowers. ”

“ we could fall in a deathless spell. ”

“ and breathe. ”

“ bury us deep in his velvet arms. ”

“ and the rain would cry. ”

“ don’t let it end. ”

why can’t i be you?

“ you’re so gorgeous I’ll do anything. ”

“ you’re so right as rain. ”

“ i’ll eat you all up or i’ll just hug you to death. ”

“ i’m stuck like glue. ”

“ why can’t I be you? ”

“ you’re simply elegant. ”

how beautiful you are

“ you want to know why I hate you? ”

“ all six eyes stared fixedly on you. ”

“ understanding is a dream. ”

“ i hate these people staring. ”

“ she glitters like a star! ”

“ i understand that no one ever knows or loves another. ”

the snakepit

“ i’m thinking that it’s christmas. ”

“ i’m kissing you hard. ”

“ i’m writhing in the snake pit. ”

“ well I’m out in a car. ”

“ i’ve forgotten how to speak. ”

“ my eyes feel like they’re bursting. ”

hey you!!!

“ hey you! ”

“ yes, you. ”

“ the one that looks like christmas ”

“ come over here and kiss me. ”

“ the one that looks delirious. ”

“ kiss me. ”

just like heaven

“ show me how you do that trick! ”

“ i promise that I’ll run away with you. ”

“ why are you so far away? ”

“ you’re just like a dream. ”

“ daylight licked me into shape. ”

“ i must have been asleep for days. ”

all i want

“ tonight I’m going wild. ”

“ all i want is to be with you again. ”

“ tonight i’m losing control. ”

“ i’m screaming like an animal. ”

“ all i want is to hold you like a doll. ”

“ that’s all i want. ”

hot, hot, hot!!!

“ she may be the face I can’t forget. ”

“ i saw it underground. ”

“ that place was lost in space. ”

“ i left that basement burning and i never went back. ”

“ it lit up the fish like rain. ”

“ i like it when that lightning comes. ”

one more time

“ i’d love to touch the sky. ”

“ never let me go. ”

“ take me in your arms tonight. ”

“ hold me up so high. ”

“ never let me down. ”

“ just one more time. ”

like cockatoos

“ like all the faces that quiz when you smile. ”

“ like blood the rain fell black down on the street. ”

“ she fell. ”

“ her head an inch away from heaven. ”

“ all around the night sang out like cockatoos. ”

“ i’ll never say those things to you again. ”

icing sugar

“ delicious, dreaming, slack jawed. ”

“ rub my nose in icing sugar. ”

“ when this cold and deadly blade kisses the fruit. ”

“ soft and gently breathing under your skin. ”

“ i’ll empty you. ”

“ as empty as a boy can be. ”

the perfect girl

“ you’re such a strange girl. ”

“ i think you come from another world. ”

“ i really don’t understand a word. ”

“ i’d like to turn you all upside down. ”

“ i want to be with you. ”

“ i think I’m falling in love with you. ”

a thousand hours

“ how much longer can I howl into this wind? ”

“ how much longer can I cry like this? ”

“ a thousand wasted hours a day. ”

“ just to feel my heart for a second. ”

“ a thousand hours just thrown away. ”

“ feel my heart for a second. ”

shiver and shake

“ you’re just a waste of time. ”

“ oh, you’re useless and ugly. ”

“ i think of how you make me hate. ”

“ i want to smash you to pieces. ”

“ i want to smash you up and screaming. ”

“ smash you until you’re not here anymore. ”

fight

“ sometimes, there’s nothing to feel. ”

“ there’s nothing to hold. ”

“ it hurts just to breathe. ”

“ all you want is to sleep. ”

“ don’t cry at the pain. ”

“ watch yourself burn again. ”

[sanctumofeld]

Obsessive/Possessive Starters

TW for unhealthy behavior, manipulation, stalking, and threats of violence

"You really think I'd just let you leave?!"

"I'm the only one who ever really loved you, who ever really could love you."

"To keep a bird from flying away, you have to make it love its cage."

"I'll make sure you never feel safe for the rest of your life."

"I could kill you any time I wanted and you'd never be able to stop me. Funny, huh?"

"All I wanted was for you to love me! This is your own fault for not even trying!"

"Were you following me? And, oh god, were you *recording* me?!"

"I am not a dog, you can't just train me until I love you!"

"How many times do I have to tell you, leave me alone!"

"If I can't have you, nobody can!"

"I'm not a fucking Barbie doll that you can get by throwing a long enough tantrum! Get it through your head that I will never love you!"

"Please, if you love me, you won't do this."

"I'm the only person who knows you're alive. I'm all you have, and you better get used to it."

"Try to run away again and I'll break your legs like they did in Misery."

"You don't need boundaries if you really love somebody."

"You don't kidnap someone just so you'll have company!"

"Perseverance always wins out. But sometimes a little brainwashing can speed things along."

"You've been screwing with my head this whole time, just so I'll like you?!"

"Is it so wrong to want you all to myself?"