Send "PINNED" for your muse to pin mine against a wall.

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .

" the look on your face says there's more on your mind . "

" would you like to talk about it ? "

" how are you feeling today ? "

" do you remember your nightmares ? "

" i remember ... everything . "

" i'm not sure that's true . "

" i woke up somewhere i didn't belong . "

" i don't quite follow . "

" can you try to explain ? "

" you can't understand . not unless you were there . "

" hey ! where are we ?! "

" they aren't children . not at all . "

" my mind was divided , and that's not fair to you . "

" everything is going to get worse from here . "

" help me ! please help me ! "

" who brought me here ? "

" i'll do everything i can to help you . "

" there's nothing bad inside you . nothing . "

" we're in this together . "

" take your pick . "

" sweets for my sweet . "

" do you know a way out of here ? "

" what are you working on ? "

" we're friends . friends tell each other things . "

" i'll play with you . "

" don't overdo it . "

" you were right there ! don't tell me you did nothing ! "

" you're upset with me , aren't you ? "

" are you going to leave ? like all the others ? "

" whatever you desire , it's yours . "

" everyone needs someone . "

" don't leave me alone ! "

" are you still angry with me ? "

" i'll protect you . "

" i hate being alone . "

" i understand more than you think . "

" you mean to escape , don't you ? "

" you're being unfair . "

" i can't help you if you hide things from me . "

" why did you bring me here ? "

" what do you want ? "

" why didn't you tell me ? "

" you promised me . "

" i don't feel like talking . "

" you never listen . "

" we can face these monsters together . "

" i need you . "

" i have nothing more to give . "

" take my hand again . "

" you abandoned me . "

" the more time you spend with someone , the harder it becomes to hide who you really are . "

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( put whatever you want here )

@bitchheroine gets a starter

"Do you think together the two of us would be capable of killing your father?" Kara wasn't sure, after all Azazel wasn't known for being a pushover… but at the same time Meg and her were a force to be reckoned with, especially with her grandmother's training.

"I have not experienced his strength first-hand, but he has to have weaknesses we could exploit, if only we found them."

"I mean... I don't rule out the possibility. S'just... what if we can't? And then we're looking at a fight with him. A nasty one." Meg knew that they were both skilled, having taken to Kara's grandmother's training like naturals. And when they were together... well, not much held them back. If anything could at all.

Sometimes, she felt like she'd been destined to find Kara. That they were extensions of each other. That made them sisters.

"...but if we find a weakness, and go in with the upper hand? I think you're on to something."

Hel lowered her eyelids partly and smirked at the bashful demon, "And how are you so sure that was not my intention?" A low chuckle finished her words.

She hoped playing coy was enough to distract from the nervous energy growing in the back of her mind. It chilled the room ever-so-slightly. It had been the longest time since Hel had been to a party. Obviously social etiquette did not matter in light of a trap situation but.. she still wanted to make a good act until the time was right.

Did she know any of the dances? Were her dresses fitting enough for the scenary? Ah! She had not missed such stresses. Sometimes isolation was not so terrible a curse.

"Oh, oh no." Hel whined, her face pulled down in a sad expression. "A death joke? That is the most wretched thing you could speak in my presence." She held that feigned insult about... three point five seconds before loud and earnest laughter filled the space and she promptly waved off Meg's concern, "Fret not, darling. I am the original Macabre. I love jokes about death. It's a lot more humorous than mortals care to acknowledge."

And then it was Hel's turn to blush. Or she would have, if all the blood in her body were not pooled in the pit of her stomach. The duality of her emotions was impressive. "I'm not sure I'd go that far but.. I'm almost certain this is going to be very, very fun."

Well, if it had been Hel's intention to reduce Meg to a flustered mess, she could certainly call it a job well done. The demon felt as fluttery and red cheeked as a school girl over her first crush.

But, Meg was also observant, and she was aware of the fact that her companion was nervous. She didn't want to call attention to it, and make her feel uneasy, but she certainly took note of it.

A snort, loud and undignified, escaped her when Hel teased her again. That masterful, mock expression of sadness, the dramatic dressing down of her death joke... well, it was good to know she hadn't actually offended her. She laughed, too, unable to help herself.

"Well, thank fuck for that, because I would've had to dig deep for appropriate jokes, otherwise."

Meg extended an arm, with a dramatic little flourish.

"I think it might be time... Please, my lady, will you do me the honour of being my partner in all this cloak and dagger mischief? I promise to make it very worth your while!"

Art by Essi Välimäki

There is silence for a moment while Azrael stares up at the starry sky, unblinking. She steals a few side-long glances at Meg, and each time, it makes her heart thump in her chest. The moon and stars reflect off the rippling water, casting dancing lights across Meg’s face. It’s beautiful; she is beautiful. Azrael feels her mouth go dry and her light pulse restlessly. It is an unusual reaction, one Azrael cannot interpret.

“Why did you help me?” Azrael asks. “You could have left me to die. Everyone else would, but not you.”

Why.

That's always the question, Meg has been anticipating it. And the truth is, she doesn't know if she'll have an answer to satisfy Azrael. Not because she regrets helping her, absolutely not. She wouldn't have changed what she did for anything. But, she'd been operating primarily on instinct.

"Guess...Guess I just knew I needed to. That I wasn't gonna leave without ya. Don't expect anything, Angel, don't wanna take anything from you... just... I couldn't have left ya."

Meg sinks a little deeper in to the cool water, still silvery with moonlight, and sighs. "How do you feel, sweetheart? Any better?"

Why.

That's always the question, Meg has been anticipating it. And the truth is, she doesn't know if she'll have an answer to satisfy Azrael. Not because she regrets helping her, absolutely not. She wouldn't have changed what she did for anything. But, she'd been operating primarily on instinct.

"Guess...Guess I just knew I needed to. That I wasn't gonna leave without ya. Don't expect anything, Angel, don't wanna take anything from you... just... I couldn't have left ya."

Meg sinks a little deeper in to the cool water, still silvery with moonlight, and sighs. "How do you feel, sweetheart? Any better?"

Halloween Roleplay Prompts

A collection of roleplay prompts all themed around the spookiest time of the year. This is a remake of the one created by blaze-art (aka me).

Send an icon and I'll write a starter or short scenario that involves our muses...

🎃 - Carving pumpkins

👻 - Telling scary stories

👹 - Buying or making costumes

😈 - Playing with a oujia board

👾 - Watching a horror movie or playing a horror game

⚰ - Visiting a cemetery/graveyard

🦇 - At a haunted house or similar scary event

🍭 - Buying Halloween candy

🍬 - Trick or Treating

🤡 - At a Halloween party or festival

🎭 - Putting together and/or participating in a Halloween play or performance

🕷 - Decorating the house

🍎 - Bobbing for apples

🕸 - Pulling spooky pranks

🍫 - Baking Halloween treats

🔍 - Solving a murder mystery (real or fake)

ALYCIA DEBNAM-CAREY Flaunt Magazine, October 2024 for @butmakeitgayblog!

"Well. Fuck him then, I guess. Good riddance."

Yeah, this looked real messed up. It was coming from her torso alright, the blood not dry at all, flowing still, soaking her already soaked clothes.

"What was it? Hunter? Demon?"

He definitely paid extra attention to the what. Not who. Whatever did shit like that? Wasn't fucking deserving of personhood. That was a fucking monster. After far less consideration than was probably appropriate, he lifted her shirt a bit, trying to get a better overview.

"Fuck. How the hell are you even still breathing?"

"Perks of being technically not living, sugar..." Meg rasped in reply, wincing in pain as the fabric lifted from her raw, battered torso. There was a misconception around demons, as it happened. That they didn't feel pain... which she wished was true, in moments like these.

Unfortunately, until she healed, she'd feel every second of it. Every raw nerve.

There was something sweet about Lance's indignation, though. His anger on her behalf. "Hunters, this time. Ones with fancy toys, holy water in gallon jugs, all that good shit. S'why I'm not healing yet. Gonna take time with all the bullshit they used. But hey, least I got good company in the mean time."