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"YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON I CAN TURN TO" PROMPTS *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i'm sorry if this is a bad time, but i need your help.

this is a matter of life and death.

trust me, if i could go to someone else, i would.

i know you don't owe me a thing, but i'm desperate.

this is the last time i ask you for help. i promise.

please don't make me do this by myself.

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

all right, all right, i'm sorry! now will you help me?

i didn't know who else to turn to.

this was the last place i wanted to go.

you know what i'm dealing with. you have all the answers.

please. this is worse than i imagined and i need your help.

you promised them you'd help me.

can we put our feelings aside? i really need your help.

i won't ever ask you for help ever again.

would you just listen to me for two seconds?

i'll explain everything. please come back inside.

i hate this just as much as you do.

i ran out of options.

i don't know how else to ask you.

you're the only person who will listen to me.

you've got to help me out with this.

this is my last chance.

just help me with this, and i'll be out of your hair for good.

i wouldn't come here for nothing.

you're the only person i can rely on.

i trust you to help me.

you helped them. why can't you help me? what makes me so different?

look. put our pasts aside and just help me, would you?

you're my last resort.

it all hangs in the balance.

this is do or die.

you promised me you'd help if it came down to it.

are you busy? i could use your help.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ stormy ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep soaking wet

[ bloody ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep bleeding and injured

[ call out ] sender calls out to receiver to help them in a moment of grave danger

[ text ] sender texts receiver asking for them to swing by and save them from a bad or awkward situation

[ call ] sender calls receiver in a time of need

[ wait ] sender is waiting in receiver's house when they come home, there to plead their case and ask for receiver's help

[ find ] sender locates receiver after hours of searching and pleads for their help

[ shout ] sender shouts receiver's name, desperate for help

[ panic ] sender approaches receiver in a panic and tries to explain to them what's going on

[ hide ] sender hides behind receiver's body

[ stranger ] sender desperately asks receiver, a stranger, for help with something

[ reluctant ] sender reluctantly asks for receiver's help

[ refuse ] sender refuses to help receiver

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DRAMATIC & PROTECTIVE RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS *  for the ones who want to keep you safe from harm

get behind me.

go inside and lock the door and don't come out until i say so.

are you all right? where are you hurt?

over my dead body.

i promised them i'd keep you safe.

i sleep better when you're next to me.

are you serious? i'm not letting you risk your life.

don't go. it's safer here.

i should have been here. this is my fault.

here. take this gun. don't pull the trigger unless it's absolutely necessary.

they told me to watch you.

i won't let anyone lay a hand on you.

stay close to me.

i'm not worth saving. please.

can you stay? just for a little while? it would help.

it's too dangerous out there.

i thought i'd lost you.

can you hear me? hello? where are you?

they're all afraid of me.

they told me you'd be trouble. clearly that was an understatement.

one of us has to make it out of here.

is that a bruise?

get back. get back right now.

did they touch you?

i already lost you once. i'm not going to lose you again.

a few more steps. we're nearly there. i've got you.

where does it hurt? let me see.

oh my god, you're covered in blood.

i love you, but you have to go.

climb on my back. i'll carry you.

i wish you'd stay.

i slept here all night. i couldn't leave you.

stay with me. i can keep you safe.

no. i've made my decision. you're staying here.

holy shit. are you okay? what the hell happened?

we have to get inside right now.

quick! hide! in here!

if they know you're with me, they'll leave you alone.

if they attack again, we'll be ready.

this never should have happened.

i want you to run, okay? run and don't look back.

you're all right. you're safe. it's over.

i'll feel better once you're out of this.

i don't have nightmares when you're here.

where have you been? i've been calling you all night.

your phone went straight to voicemail. what's going on?

i don't want anything to happen to you.

i can't stand the thought of losing you.

i won't let them touch you.

when we met, i promised myself i'd keep you safe.

where'd they go? i'll give them a piece of my mind.

here. squeeze my hand if it hurts.

i'll lay beside you.

no. it's non-negotiable. you're staying here.

i don't want you to die, okay?

listen to me! i know what i'm doing!

i can't lose you again!

do you hear me? i love you! i've always loved you.

i've got you. i'm right here.

can i stay? i'll take the couch.

tell them you're with me.

you can make it. i believe in you.

are you kidding me? who decided this?

here, i'll pick you up.

get back in the car. i'll handle this.

if anyone can do it, it's you.

let me carry you to safety.

i don't do well when you're away.

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[ 210MPH ] an independent, private and mutually exclusive mature writing blog for original character daniel graham. written and developed by mae, she/her, 26. daniel is a well-known mechanic (the owner of an auto shop his mother once built—later franchised by daniel) and street racer based in new orleans, where his family runs a part of the underground, a large criminal organization. minors dni. twenty-one+ only space. mature content present; writing explores dark & triggering subjects—please use the block button if needed. uses beta editor + trim reblogs. blog established october 2023. writing here is primarily iconless.

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jealous? he couldn't admit it, could he? he shouldn't, he knows that much for certain, but when has that ever stopped him before? daniel graham, breaker of all the rules, and however little he associated with his grandfather's crime, with the hierarchy of the city, he knew this had to be some kind of rule. she was klaus mikaelson's daughter, but fuck, the way she says his name. she seems to know it, too, just how it affects him, and it was driving him fucking crazy. he couldn't act on it… he shouldn't act on it, but he will, eventually, and he knows it. danny can never deny himself for long.

he covers a groan with a quiet chuckle and meets hope's silent defiance with a smirk—it's forced, of course, but he's a master at it. "careful, hope," danny counters, stepping forward, their bodies inches apart. it would be so easy to just dip his head down and— "it's sounding like you want me to be jealous." the challenge makes him a little more smug, a little less hesitant now. he can play the game, too... for now. no doubt he'd lose, but fuck if it wasn't dangerously fun.

his hands—aching to reach out and grab hold of her waist and how her just how jealous he was—reach behind her to grab a shop towel and begin absently wiping down grease-stained hands. it kept them busy, kept danny from putting them where he really wanted them. "you're just full of little secrets, aren't ya?"

❛  where were you last night?  ❜

you pause, you listen. is there perhaps a hint of concern in his voice? you don't allow yourself that kind of hope with him- almost ironic really but you try not to think too hard on that. you swing your body to face him, arms coming up in a cross over your chest. head canted to the side, one eyebrow raised as blue eyes narrow.

❛ careful, daniel. ❜ his full name sours on your tongue, there are things you would much rather call him. you like the way it sounds on your lips sometimes. you like the way his name ruffles feathers, the way it makes his pretty blue eyes look, the way it makes his friends uncomfortable. so you assume. you're used to your presence making most people uncomfortable, fearful of your name, of your legacy.

❛ dangerously close to sounding like you care about me. ❜ chin lifted just a little, your own silence sign of defiance of whatever his thoughts might be. ❛ or is that jealousy? ❜ now you're just poking at the bear, you want to rile him up. get under his skin. you selfishly want to know what reaction you can get from him. how long you can push before he breaks, how hard these bonds can be tugged on before something snaps. you've never been patient enough for a game of chicken, never one to sit there and let it be assumed you can't end anything in a moment. you hate being perceived as weak and you'll be damned if it's obvious that he does just that to you.

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danny's a manwhore but he thinks cheating is the absolute lowest shit you could do and any man who does it deserves a good old punch in the fucking face (and he will happily volunteer to deliver it). he's a manwhore but he owns it; he'll tell you, he'll make you aware, and your decisions after that are on you. that being said, if he says he's loyal, he's loyal. you don't ever have to worry about cheating when it comes to danny. he's a blunt, truthful guy in that respect; if he's no longer interested, he'll say it.

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𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾,   𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑺,   𝑰'𝑽𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺,   𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑬𝑺,   𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺,   𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑺,   𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑼𝑴𝑷𝑯𝑺 ; a study in that every king needs an heir,   the promise of always and forever,   surviving trauma,   the weight of immortality,   tribrid power,   a weapon in an unending war,   bearing the sins of our fathers,   a mother's sacrifice,   a family’s legacy,   guilt is a fashion accessory,   a monster in the shape of a girl.   an independent and mutual exclusive blog for hope mikaelson of cw's the originals and legacies.   as penned by ghost.   𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄,   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.   𝐁𝐔𝐓,   𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓.   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘.   𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑭𝑨𝑫𝑬.

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Send ❤️ if you want to ship but are too shy to ask

Can be sent on anon or not

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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

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daniel's first car was a 1982 c3 corvette; she was blue and she was his baby. he totaled it, of course, when he was young and dumb and reckless, going too fast in a turn his tires couldn't handle on wet roads—but he learned, and he never made the same mistakes again. this is the only car in danny's life that he didn't earn himself. it was bought for him by his grandfather when danny was born in 1984, nearly brand-new and in perfect condition. everything else in his garage (and there's a lot there) has been bought outright on his own dime or traded and/or rebuilt.

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[ 210MPH ] an independent, private and mutually exclusive mature writing blog for original character daniel graham. written and developed by mae, she/her, 26. daniel is a well-known mechanic (the owner of an auto shop his mother once built—later franchised by daniel) and street racer based in new orleans, where his family runs a part of the underground, a large criminal organization. minors dni. twenty-one+ only space. mature content present; writing explores dark & triggering subjects—please use the block button if needed. uses beta editor + trim reblogs. blog established october 2023. writing here is primarily iconless.

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CHARLIE HUNNAM ✧ JAX TELLER SONS OF ANARCHY Season 7, Episode 1 — “Black Widower”

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danny's big on beard care, specifically beard oil, and he can never put it on without rubbing the excess onto his tattoos. it's moisturizing or whatever, right? so it's gotta be good.

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@fablelike said: ❛ get the hell away from me. ❜ ruby ❤

danny's immediate reaction is laughter; like her protest was the funniest fucking thing he's ever heard. in a way, it is, because in danny's mind, threats only work when you have the upper hand, and right now she has none. to be fair, he doesn't either, not in the big picture; after all, he'd been assigned babysitting duty by his grandfather without having much of a choice—but he's got more than she does and he won't hesitate to remind her of that.

if danny was a better man, he might've stepped away from her—but he isn't, so he doesn't. danny makes no move to leave her be, by all accounts wholly unaffected by her disregard for him, and it has very little to do with the gun at his hip. if anyone has an upper hand here, it was him and he knew it. she might've agreed to this, but there was no going back now.

danny's body hovers over hers, a bit too close to account for personal space, but where could she go? this was her room now. this was her home, and he was her fucking watcher.

"your father and my grandfather are making the rules here, darlin'." he's smirking as he reaches for her waist, and he doesn't mention that he thinks rules are meant to be broken. "since we're gonna be stuck together, y'know, you might as well learn to like me."

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even though he was raised in his family's crime organization, danny isn't too familiar with its politics and 100% just does what he wants more often than not. it might get him reprimanded sometimes for complicating things for lorenzo, but it's never anything significant enough to make him care and start learning the ins and outs better than he has. in danny's mind, he loves his family and is loyal to his family—and he'll do what he can to help—but his grandfather's business is his grandfather's business, you know? it isn't danny's. the only thing that truly matters to him is graham mechanics—and driving really fast. lorenzo is aware of this, though, and he almost expects complications on danny's behalf now, but he's his only grandson and although it may be in different ways now that he's grown man, he's still just as spoiled as he was when he was a child.

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[ 210MPH ] an independent, private and mutually exclusive mature writing blog for original character daniel graham. written and developed by mae, she/her, 26. daniel is a well-known mechanic (the owner of an auto shop his mother once built—later franchised by daniel) and street racer based in new orleans, where his family runs a part of the underground, a large criminal organization. minors dni. twenty-one+ only space. mature content present; writing explores dark & triggering subjects—please use the block button if needed. uses beta editor + trim reblogs. blog established october 2023. writing here is primarily iconless. speed has never killed anyone. suddenly becoming stationary… that's what gets you.

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good deeds aren't exactly on daniel's to-do list every morning, but there's a kid, you know? that's the reasoning he'll use for the time being, the reason why he pulls his car over the side of the road and yells out a "hey" to capture the woman's attention. it didn't take a genius to figure out what happened, with the hood of the camry cracked and the two walking along the shoulder of the road. danny thinks it must be their lucky day, to meet him like this, but of course this is very one-sided.

danny exits his car to walk over to hers, immediately raising the hood and beginning to inspect inside, tinkering around with grease-stained hands. for several minutes he doesn't seem to be interested in anything other than the car until he peeks his head out from behind the hood, finally addressing her directly. "she's toast, and you needed a mechanic about six months ago." it sounds a little like a joke, and he's smiling a little, but he's serious.

slipping a very stained rag from his back pocket, danny works on wiping off his hands before he grabs a business card from the inside of his jacket and offers it out to her. graham mechanics shop, daniel graham. "danny," he says, and waves down to the kid. "i'll send for a tow, get her to the shop if you want. — you guys need a ride?"

﹙ starter. ﹚ larken / danny﹙ @210mph ﹚

OPENING   THE   HOOD   of   the   camry   with   a   huff,   larken   only   had   to   look   inside   for   less   than   thirty   seconds   to   know   how   out of her league   she   was.   they’d   made   it   from   school   pick   up   to   the   halfway   home   point   and   the   car   sputtered   and   stopped   running.   it   had   been   making   weird   noises   for   weeks,   but   larken   had   no   time   to   take   it   into   the   shop   in   town.   with   moving   across   country,   her   new   job,   jake’s   school,   his   activities, and looking over her shoulder every two seconds,   she   was   overwhelmed.  

“okay,   buddy.   we’ve   got   to   walk   it.   sorry.   MOMMY   TRIED.”   larken   threw   up   her   hands   animatedly   and   smiled,   so   that she   didn’t   burst   into   tears.   better to make the ordeal into a game. she   took   the   five   year   old   by   the   hand, lead   him   safely to   the   road’s   shoulder,   and   began   walking.  

“should   only   be   a   mile.   why   don’t   you   sing   that   song   that   you   learned   in   mrs.   phillip’s   class?   i   want   to   hear   it.”