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Those words. The phrasing and command, it’s like an ice bath for the mind. Even in such a honey sweet voice as his it brings back memories, ones Lulu would rather never have seen again. She freezes for a second, fighting to push herself back into the warm thoughts, the sickly sweet desire that had racked her not seconds before, but the two words echo through her mind, reaffirming memories and fears. She wants the warmth of his fingers under the hem of her shorts to make the fear go away again, she wants him to help her feel alright.

Welling tears blur her vision and one shaking hand reaches to loosely curl in his shirt again, her head hanging and ears wilting down. “T-tyr.. Can we- would you...” she fights a hiccupy little sob before whispering, “I’m sorry....”

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Luna watches in quiet fascination as his tail coils again, as if on its own free will, about his body. She’d never really met anyone with a tail quite like that before, and it didn’t really feel or look like scales... what creature had a tail like that?

Her ears had been moving some as she thought, but at his statement they flicker back down as a red blush of shame creeps into her face. “O-oh no i-i-it’s not that-” she lied, “Sudden noises make me-” She flicks each ear independently of the other to make her point, “My ears are really uh, sen-sensitive to sudden n-n-.. sounds. I’m just jumpy is all.”

She was babbling and knew it, but to her credit, Luna actually managed to lift her head and give him a nervous smile, though unable to meet his eyes.

Tyrian’s face looked hard, brows pressed in an echo of his annoyance from the pain still humming up his spine. When he looked at the woman, he couldn’t help but see the tell-tale signs of an emotion he knew all too well: fear.

Golden eyes narrowed as he regarded her, silent for a few breath’s worth of time. There was a mild recognition swimming in his eyes, eyes that did not soften or look at her with pity, but eyes that saw something in her that was far, far too familiar.

“Yes,” he finally said, words little more than a whisper as his tail naturally began to wrap around his hips, his hands itching as they stay pressed, palm-flat on the table on either side of him. “…I’m not going to hurt you, you know.”

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   She thinks about it, humming just a bit before smiling, “I never thought of it that way.” Her fingers adjust the strap of the bag over her shoulder, “But m-maybe stress isn’t always a bad thing.”

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          “There’s no secret to it, really. Just choose to let more stuff roll off your back. Some things just aren’t worth your time or energy to even think about.”

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His tongue is delicious, Gods above, he tastes something divine. Fingers grip his head tightly as her teeth gently catch his tongue and she sucks it back into her mouth, craving more of his taste and lost now in her consuming need for his personal brand of satisfaction. And the press of his cock against her dashed any remaining threads of thought away and she lets out a moan, nothing but lust and carnal need, into his lips.

It burned her, how mad he had driven her, every part of her craves him, from the tips of her ears to her toes, truly she’s consumed by her desire for his touch. The sensation had swept her up entirely, this need never before felt by the young woman was nothing she could hope to stand up to. And before her brain even has time to register what her mouth is doing she speaks.

“What if,” she murmurs quickly between nipping and sucking on his lower lip, “What if I want that?” As if to emphasize her point Luna squeezes his hips with her thighs, pressing herself against him with a little whimper. “What if I want to be taken by you?”

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At his outburst Luna’s  hands immediately curl up against her chest as her ears flatten down to her head and she flinches back from him. He seems engrossed enough in the pain and she slowly uncurls from herself to wrap his tail enough and swallow down her panicked heart.

“I- I sew things. M-more a seamstress than a tailor, though I can do that too...” Another swallow. Breath Luna, breathe. He’s not here, hes not here.

Another, more wicked voice whispers back, “Better the devil you know than the one you don’t.” Again Luna swallows and manages to look up to the man whose tails he’d just patched.

“Does- does your tail feel any better, Mr. Callows?” Despite her best efforts she can’t keep her hands from trembling, even as she grips the fabric of her sweater sleeves.

Tyrian was not a man who is oblivious or unfamiliar with pain, particularly of the physical sort. He had dealt with bruises, cuts, scrapes aplenty, the occasional broken bone and one time a knife stabbed into his chest (barely missing the most important of internal organs). They certainly weren’t pleasant things for him to deal with, but Tyrian had been through tough shit and come out the other end in one physical piece (emotional was a completely different subject); he could deal with someone rubbing a little rubbing alcohol or whatever else on an open wound and-

“FUCK,” The man hissed, hands gripping tight to the table below him, nails digging into the wood as he felt a damn lightning bolt of pain go straight up to his neck from the bloody end of his tail. “Fucking gods above holy shit.”

He continued to hiss for a few moments more, until the sharp pain slowly numbed to little more than a dull ache. The man shivered as the echo of pain slipped through him, then spared a glance to his newly-wrapped tail. It looked far more professionally done than what he had managed on his own.

“What do you do for a living?” Tyrian finally asked, unable to hide the question down. “Doctor? Tailor?”

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Luna swallows as she gingerly holds her hands near the damaged tail, face a mix of odd fascination and deep concern. It was so alien how it moved, swaying in the air just enough to take is as alive. How he held it, like how dogs curl up a wounded paw to their chest, or children reluctantly show their hurt hands or fingers, her heart aches at the thought of the pin he must feel to have it cut off like that.

“Mr. Callows,” she swallows a lump in her throat down, “I’m so sorry.” She can’t think of anything better to say about it other than how she felt, so instead she needed to do something for him, sorry wasn’t going to make the pain stop, and clearly he wasn’t too good with bandaging it himself.

“I’m going to touch your tail for this, I’ll try to be gentle but it might sting a little bit. Tell me if you want me to stop.” It was the most collected she’d sounded this whole encounter, and she does just as she’d said. After pulling on some gloves (this was blood after all and not her families at that) one hand gently supports his tail up from the table so he could relax it if he was able while the other slowly peels off the ragged bandages from the wound.

It wasn’t pretty, and Luna had to swallow again to fight the rising nausea from seeing the damage, but she worked carefully, discarding the old bandages, softly wiping the stump down with a warm water soaked rag to clean any debris she could see away from it. At one point she reaches up and draws the ring light closer to better illuminate her work, before removing her glasses to see better at such close range. “This will sting, I’m sorry.” She says gently as a solution soaked cotton ball is gently dabbed over the tail, the peroxide let out a quiet hiss and a few bubbles, Luna promptly blowing on it to calm the reaction some, her hand holding his tail absently rubbing a small circle with her thumb against it.

From here she applies a layer of gel to keep the wound clean and protected before covering the stumped end with some gauze and wrapping the base with medical tape around his tail. “There,” she sits back with a relieved little smile at her work and starts taking her gloves off, “I cleaned it as best I could and got it wrapped up again, but if it was bleeding like that after a few weeks it might have gotten infected, seeing a doctor might be a good idea.” She looks up at him only to squint before grabbing for her glasses again.

Tyrian glanced about the room as he waited, interest mildly piqued for the decor and supplies surrounding him. A seamstress? Tailor? He couldn’t be sure without asking, but it was interesting enough to see the woman of such a unique craft as to work with cloth and the like–never a talent that Tyrian had picked up himself. The most he knew were how to sew holes closed, and crudely at that.

The sound of the woman’s soft gasp finally pulled his attention towards the doorway, catching her eyes with his. It didn’t take long for him to realize where her attention fell, finally looking down to his bleeding tail, purple blood oozing around the loosened, dirtied bandages that attempted to keep it covered.

The man shrugged, almost casually for such a serious question, then slowly pushed himself up and onto the table. His tail gently unraveled from around his hips, the bleeding end held between him and her over the surface of the table so she could see it clearly.

For a moment, Tyrian thought to be sarcastic, the feeling of dry, annoyed wit eating at the back of his thoughts. When he caught the sight of the woman’s gentle expression, concern honest and evident, he thought better of it.

“Was in a battle,” he said, neglecting some details. “Dropped my guard for less than a moment and the next thing I know, well….” He let his words drop off before taking in another breath. “Happened a few weeks ago. Don’t think I bandaged it right–rain certainly didn’t help.”

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50 Dialogue Prompts

“It’s really not that complicated.”

“Close the door.”

“It’s three in the morning.”

“I should have told you a long time ago.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“You have to leave right now.”

“Just trust me.”

“I’ve been waiting a long time.”

“You’re in love with her.”

“Come here.”

“We could get arrested for this.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Was that supposed to hurt?”

“I can explain.”

“Love is overrated.”

“Watch me.”

“I’ve missed this.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Sometimes, being a complete nerd comes in handy.”

“I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“We have to be quiet.”

“You’re trembling.”

“I want an answer, goddammit!”

“It was you the whole time.”

“Tell me again.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t see me.”

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

“You could have died.”

“Prove it.”

“I might never get another chance to say this.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Lie to me then.”

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

“We need to talk about what happened last night.”

“I never stood a chance, did I?”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“I’m only here to establish an alibi.”

“Are you drunk?”

“I still remember the way you taste.”

“How much of that did you hear?”

“What happens if I do this?”

“Why are you whispering?”

“You make me want things I can’t have.”

“I don’t want to screw this up.”

“People are staring.”

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The woman’s feet are quiet as she takes the coat and vanishes off into another adjoining room of the home/workshop combination. From the looks of this room, this was the workshop part, the main room full of things for sewing work. One wall has a long table with about four different machines, though only one looked like a sewing machine. Along the walls were pegboards, holding little hooks, baskets, trays and bins of thread, needles, buttons, all manner of things for sewing garments. Near to it was a lower table, fitted with a soft cloth looking surface, another table had measured marks and interesting curves drawn into the surface.

Fabrics were stored carefully in the corners of the room, stacked neatly in storage, and kept clean in plastic covers. Other such making  tools equipment, and baubles similarly lined the walls. True to her word there was a center table, set up with a close ring light and chairs around it.

“Oh-” Luna had returned a large bowl in hand and a small basket of what looked like medical supplies in the other, “Gods, is that-?” She didn’t know how to ask without being rude so she just falls quiet, a queasy look coming to her face as she hurries to the table to set the supplies down, “What happened?” Apparently the change in scenery was all it took to help make her a more comfortable talker.

Tyrian quirked a brow at the woman at her friendliness, but he otherwise wordlessly began to remove his boots (they were absolutely caked with mud) and then slowly slipped off his coat to let her take it from him if she so chose. In those few moments, he did get a chance to get a look at the house, humble and small.

He hadn’t been inside anything other than a couple inns and bars on Menagerie, so he hardly knew if the home was much different than any other. It looked lived-in, even cozy. Tyrian wondered for a few moments if the woman lived alone. It wasn’t a thought that last all that long, however, as he was quickly reminded of his bleeding stump of a tail, a wave of pain slipping up his spine and, when he peered down to get a better look at it, he saw that the bandages he’d wrapped around it were completely soaked through with deep-purple blood.

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Luna nods at his words, throat too tight to talk lest her heart jump free. His hands were so nice, broad, long and warm, even over her clothes as he explores her form, and as he does she finds she’s learning things as well. Sure she wasn’t a pure as snow virgin, but no other partner had taken such care of her, bothered to touch her like this and explore how her body as Tyrian was now. So she lets go, giving in to his touch, his kisses and the bites, and doesn’t try to hide or deny her pleased whimpers and moans. He was taking such care of her and it may not have been much, but her shy, earnest truth was all she could return him.

And then he’s picking her up, one hand sliding down her thigh to pull her leg over his hip to hold her ever closer. For a moment she’s wracked with nerves, it was hard enough not to try and press herself shamelessly against his cock on the floor; she was going to have no chance against him held in his arms like that... For a second she’s stiff, unsure how to respond, but after swallowing Luna brings her legs about his waist, holding him more with her thighs than locking her ankles behind him.

For added grip her hands slide up from his chest and over his shoulders, coming to rest with fingers through his hair on the back of his head as he continues the attention to her neck. A bite to her collarbone and Luna gasps louder than before at the sudden pain as a shiver races through her, “Ty- Tyr,” she whispers fervently, unable to get more than that out, “Kiss me- please.”

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Luna’s eyes are so bright and blue against her flushed skin as she stares up at him, his long hair providing a blinder to anything that wasn’t his face. Already a haze of need has crept into her eyes, half-lidded as she opens her mouth some.

It feels like her heart is suddenly trying to climb out her throat under his intense gaze, under his heat and hands and- oh. A shiver runs from the very tips of her ears down to her toes at feeling him stiff against her thighs; some part of it makes her head spin and heart pound harder in her throat.

Again a canine bites down on her lower lip and Luna looks down, focusing on what she could see clearly of his chest (which wasn’t much honestly) and where her hands hung loosely now on the fabric of his shirt. “N-no, I,” she swallows, ears drooping some, “It’s just been a while, i’m a little ticklish is all.”

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How had it come to this? Sure he had been teasing her earlier with those nicknames of his, but the events leading to her under Tyrian started to vanish in a fog of rising need. And honestly, Luna didn’t really care how it came to this, he had been right in his teasing anyway...

Luna’s breath comes out in a little gasp when again Tyrian’s mouth touches the hollow of her throat and she manages to squeak out a desperately quiet “there” as her hands grip the front of his shirt as his hands roam her body.

The bat’s face is bright red, her eyes closed tightly, despite her glasses already having been removed from her face when he’d nearly tackled her to the ground. What were they doing? She bites her lip only to quickly jerk her legs up when is warm hands run over the front of her hips.

“S-sorry...”

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‘i am too blessed to be stressed!’

"You do look pretty relaxed," Luna commented with a smile behind her sunglasses, "I'm a little jealous I think."

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john mulaney sentence starter meme.

compiled from new in town, the comeback kid, and other bits and bobs!

‘you want me to do whaaaaattttttt?’

‘ah! one feels like a duck splashing around in all this wet! and when one feels like a duck, one is happy!’

‘ooooo, ducklings!’

‘can i have a sandwich, please?’

‘we took off while you were in the bathroom.’

‘i don’t look like someone who used to do anything.’

‘he / she / they ordered one black coffee for him / her / themself.’

‘we’re gonna frame you for murder.’

‘can i get on the plane now, please?’

‘♪ life is a fucking nightmare! ♪’

‘i am too blessed to be stressed!’

‘ohhhhh!!!!! i’m sorry!!!!!’

‘you’re gonna go to jail for thirty years!’

‘because we hate you.’

‘i’m very gay, i’d like a few dollars.’

‘the one thing from mcdonalds no child could enjoy!’

‘i’m either having a drink or having to pee. you’re living the golden years kid, not me.’

‘i don’t know if you can tell that from everything else about me.’

‘sometimes…..i get nervous….on airplanes.’

‘do not fuck with me.’

‘♪ this is the loudest thing in the world! ♪’

‘you could pour soup in my lap and i’d probably apologise to you!’

‘i think about that every goddamn day.’

‘college is just your opinion.’

‘i think _____ is a lesbian.’

‘too old to be a duckling. quack quack.’

‘it’s always been legal for us.’

‘now, take this meal voucher that doesn’t work!’

‘go! fetch!’

‘i am very small and i have no money. so you can imagine the stress i am under.’

‘hey, remember when we met in the science building?’

‘i’ll keep all my feelings right here and then one day i’ll die.’

‘eat ass, suck a dick and sell drugs.’

‘i’m new in town and it gets worse.’

‘mmmm. gross. mop it up.’

‘i don’t care for that shit at all.’

‘thirteen-year-olds are the meanest people in the world. they terrify me to this day.’

‘nooo!!!! that’s the thing i’m sensitive about!’

‘my dad is cold-blooded.’

‘this is an on-fire garbage can.’

‘could be a nursery.’

‘were bullets free back then?’

‘and i said no. you know, like a liar.’

‘i have all these fucking markers.’

‘scatter!!!!!!’

‘it’s the one thing you can’t replace.’

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For a moment she stares in earnest at the face of the stranger she’d invited in. He’s different, lean with sharp features isn’t exactly common around Menagerie, but he doesn’t look unpleasant, just out of the ordinary; it’s nice on some level. Though a few things bothered her, what on Remnant was his trait? And why did it look like he was bleeding purple?

“There’s a work table-” she extends her hand towards the door and shakes it in rapid succession, there’s a sound of something being shaken in turn outside before the umbrella floats in and drops into a canister by the door, “just in the room over there to sit down at. If you could take your boots off I’ll go hang your coat up to dry off if you’d like.”

Luna is already removing her muddy sneakers, setting them on a textured mat, apparently rain and mud were enough of a problem that there was a need for a place for muddy shoes to keep the rest of the house clean. “No sense in being banged up and sick if you can avoid it, no?”

Tyrian looks in vague confusion, almost surprise when he notices the floating objects beside the door. It quickly renders that it’s the woman’s semblance, but it’s still no less interesting to him, a man who has seen all manners of powers and how they were used by their wielders.

But he says nothing, merely letting the woman open the door and show him inside with far too much kindness than she should give a stranger. Foolish thing, it was that sort of stupidity that got people hurt, got people taken advantage of–Tyrian put on a kind act regardless, offering her a smile as he steps inside and pulls down the water-soaked hood of his cloak.

“It’s certainly a spot out of the rain, and I believe that’s certainly good enough on it’s own in weather like this.”

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Starter/plotting call!

It’s about time to put up a new starter/plotting call since i’ve got new friends over here! Hit that like and I’ll swing by and get something going!