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LATE NIGHT PHONE CALL PROMPTS.

things that can be said during a late night call. some lighthearted , some more serious. a prompt for every occasion! trigger warning for cursing. change pronouns when necessary.

❛ I hope I didn't wake you. ❜

❛ Hello ? Can you hear me ? ❜

❛ It's late, I know, I just wanted to get this off my chest. ❜

❛ I'm really fucking tired of this. ❜

❛ Is this a bad time ? I can call back later. ❜

❛ Please, I just need you to be honest with me. ❜

❛ C'mon, I won't tell anyone. ❜

❛ .. No, I'm pretty sure that's not how that works. ❜

❛ I'll be right there. ❜

❛ No, it's okay. You didn't wake me. ❜

❛ Can this wait ? I haven't gotten any sleep. ❜

❛ Bullshit. I know you better than that. ❜

❛ What do you mean by that, exactly ? ❜

❛ Can you speak up ? I can hardly hear you. ❜

❛ You sound exhausted. ❜

❛ This sounds like something you might regret telling me tomorrow. ❜

❛ I'm not tired. ❜

❛ I think you may be overthinking this just a little bit. ❜

❛ There's nothing to worry about ! ❜

❛ Can I come over ? I just really don't want to be alone right now. ❜

❛ Promise me you won't tell a single soul what I'm about to say. ❜

❛ Shit. My phone's about to die. ❜

❛ You know that I miss you, right ? ❜

❛ Go fuck yourself. ❜

❛ You've got to listen to me. ❜

❛ This can't wait. It's important. ❜

❛ I don't think I follow. ❜

❛ Man, you're not making any sense. ❜

❛ Are you even listening to me ? ❜

❛ Dude.. I never even thought of it that way before. ❜

❛ Look outside right now. Right now !! ❜

❛ Hm. I don't like the sound of that. ❜

❛ Just trust me ! ❜

❛ I know I don't say it enough, but I love you. ❜

❛ You're really starting to worry me. ❜

❛ He's nothing ! ❜

❛ I don't think this is working out. ❜

❛ Be serious. ❜

❛ That's not funny. ❜

❛ I'm not joking ! ❜

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Ask the mun!

😡 :  Worse role play-related encounter and what advice you would give to others to avoid similar situations?

✌ :  Fondest role-play memory, between muses?

✿ :  Fondest role-play memory, between muns?

웃 :  An existing character you’ve played in the past that you miss?

ツ :  An OC you created that you are proud of?

유 :  A role-play related instance that you regret/are ashamed/not proud of?

♂ :  Do you have a role-play/writing routine? If so, what is it?

♀ :  A trope you catch yourself falling back too often?

☿ :  A trope you dislike?

✍ :  Offer 3-5 tips on how to get other role players started on interacting with your muse.

✉ :  On average, how long does it take you to write a reply that you’re pleased with?

❅ :  Advice to non-role play blogs that want to get started?

✔ :  What drew you to the character you currently play? What types of characters are you generally drawn to?

☯ :  Greatest challenge to writing your character?

✘ :  Any head canons you’d like to imply on you character but know they wouldn’t fit?

✯ :  A head canon someone else has inspired you to adopt?

➳ :  Do you prefer writing on your own, on tumblr/a forum, or on an IM platform? Why?

▲ :  What sort of information do you like to see on someone’s role play page that helps you determine whether or not you would want to write with them?

▼ :  Are there popular head canons for your character that you disagree with? Why?

♫ :  Are there parts of your own personality that you reflect onto your character? How do they work?

❤ :  What are some role-plays that you have done/are doing that you particularly enjoy and wish to share with your followers?

✈ :  What do you think is your reputation in your role-play community?

⌘ :  Where do you get some of your inspirations for plots/head canons? Offer an example, if possible.

ღ :  What sorts of plots/characters/scenes do you have the most difficulty writing, and why?

☂ :  Spread some love: mention someone you’ve met that has influenced you or your writing in a positive way, and explain how.

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Corvus and Lykos - the tragedy of Dio's last relationship cw: rape, manipulation, explicit sexual description of unconsented sexual relationship

Love was not what Dionisus sought when he accepted the incessant displays of interest from the man he came to call his beloved, someone he could trust to have his back and to show understandment and respect for him. It seemed proper that the man who had been his partner in the field for almost two years then would become a good choice. Love would be a consequence of their daily proximity and shared experiences.

The crow and the wof. Both hunters, both killers, both weapons for the Templar Order, both exceptional in their own fields of expertise. A match made in blood under the Father Of Enlightment's light as some in the organization believed when they worked together.

The wolf was tall, strong, bulky, his presence attracted the eyes of the people in a room due the amount he occupied in it alone. He was loud even when not wanting to be, voice a thundering vocal range that commanded respect and attention, and when the wolf spoke, those around him listened — out of respect or fear, no one knew for sure, but it was common sense to do so. A man who towered his partner by half a head in height, but that made the dark bird always on his left side look smaller by how boasterous and extravagant he could be with big gestures and actions. A man whose presence was so strongly perceived, he served as the perfect cover in missions for his limber and more adept to stealth and to the shadows partner.

Lorenzo, Lykos, the wolf. He kept the crow safe. Always there, as solid as the ground they walked on and many times warmer after weeks of tension, or abuse... or so it was Dionisus' thoughts at the time.

However, while in the heat of battles, under the pent-up tension created by the need to perform above expectations, and the constant mental and physical abuses, the body and mind tend to mold and adapt to protect the person, and that was what happened to Dionisus over time.

Possessiveness was deturped into protective behavior, micro-managing twisted as care, invasion of privacy was understood as curiosity and interest in what the crow liked, and episodes of extreme jealousy were perceived as endearing; all wrapped in sex that started sweet and soft, but little by little became rougher and more violent over the four years the relationship lasted. Little by little, small behaviors that cut his wings to size in a quiet way that bothered the black bird, but also was easily dismissed by his love for the wolf, all the way until he nearly forgot that crows can walk, but their preferred way of moving is by flying.

A crow that can't fly is easy prey for its predators.

Still, he trusted the wolf. His wolf. He called his name when he needed some support, needed to ground himself, when he felt pain, and when he wanted to share some small amount of joy that happened to cross his way through busy days and nights. Dionisus believed that sacrificing all of himself was worth it, so long as his partner was faithful and loyal, he could ignore all of the red flags and issues. After all, he trusted the man and placed himself under his protection.

Dionisus loved Lorenzo, the Lykos.

And for loving him so much, he felt it the most when his betrayal came to be.

He could never forget the night he came home earlier from an expedition, ready to surprise his beloved wolf with his arrival, all smiles and warm hugs, ready for a passionate night together, only to find the man in their bed with a woman, boasting about how their relationship was for convenience and that as soon as they were married, he'd start to plan for a divorce and take half of everything the black bird had, that he was tired of the crow and how he'd been using him for status, money and sexual gratification for all the time their relationship had been going. Dionisus could never forget how he felt the pain in his chest and the burn in his throat and eyes, how his whole world crashed and burned and in a single moment was gone.

"Did you ever love me?"

A question he posed in hopes of going back to his rose colored world of lies, one last thread thrown towards the wolf that he loved so much. One question that was answered with actions of violence.

His perceived protector became his violator. No plea nor cry stopped the wolf that night.

Being physically stronger than Dionisus and taking advantage of how his betrayal shook the man together with how it was a known fact between them that the black bird refused to use of deadly force against Lykos, the man seized his chance when a physical fight exploded between them.

The wolf restrained his now ex-partner by force and pushed him down and into submission, but that wasn't enough anymore, not now that the truth had come to surface. No, Lykos needed complete control, total obliteration of Corvus' free will, and he got it by all the means he could; by using of the ropes that he knew were the bird's hobby to tie him down with hands on his back and connected to his legs that were forced into folded position, thigh to shin locked in place and spread by the tension of the thick ropes that burned his smooth skin when he tried to fight and get them loose. A blindfold was forced onto the black bird's blue eyes and around his head, followed by a ballgag to his mouth and earplugs to his ears to take away Dionisus' most useful senses at that moment, leaving him at a loss of what would be Lorenzo's next move.

The piece of resistance though, was the rope around that pale neck, tied so tight it burned on the skin as the black bird's body moved in rejection to what was done to him at first, then in compliance with the dry and rough thrusts up his ass despite the shame it all caused him — the wires in his head so messed up by years and years of serving others in such way that even when being in clear danger, his body couldn't help being aroused, despite his mind screaming for it to stop. It closed his respiratory tract many time, made his world blury and dark for seconds that felt like centuries until the sting of bites to his shoulders or chest, or the smack of a slap to his face brought him back to reality and to what was done to his body.

He could feel the bed move and hit the wall behind them, with each thrust and action taken by the wolf together with the rumbling of his laughter and some muffled words whenever Lykos came close enough to allow for it; could feel the sharp claws of his gloves tips dig on his skin and draw blood wherever they went when he forcefully guided Corvus into the next position or simply felt like he wasn't compliant enough with what he wanted; could feel his cock force its way in his body again and again, rough and hard with arousal for having the bird down and in complete submission to his whims, Lorenzo liked that so much he could barely flag down and was already up again — or it could be just his addiction to the pheromones Dionisus inevitably released amidst his mix of fear, hurt and learned arousal.

As the minutes turned to hours of sexual torture and the violation to his body grew in intensity, dissociation became a coping mechanism that Dionisus fell in and out of. He lost track of the positions and what was done to his body, what was shoved through his hole, what slapped his face, how many times he was penetrated or had stuff pushed down his urethra, the strength used to hold him in place when another bout of fighting spirit came to him for brief moments, it was impossible to tell for sure when those teeth went down his body to mark his groin and inner thighs, and he didn't register all too well when his ass was spanked so hard it drew blood from his cheeks. Only one thing registered to his system amidst all of that, the moment Lorenzo brought in the Blade Of Eden, and pierced the left side of his lower abdomen with it.

In and out, the ancient blade that at some point in time was the black bird's kin's property, the Isu, went through Corvus' body with ease before Lykos twisted it in, which caused the artifact to react and let out a burst of electricity that startled the man and had him pulling the edge of it sideways, cutting Dionisus open on the side, but also cauterizing the wound.

After that, his world went dark for good.

The next thing he knew, when the bird's senses came back to him again, the wolf wasn't there anymore and he could hear beeping coming from a machine to his side together with the soft, shifting sound of steps coming close to himself.

The end of his humiliation, the last piece of himself to be broken finally cracked and crashed to the metaphorical floor of his mind when Dionisus realized the person taking care of him was none other than his own little brother, Lio, who as soon as he perceived that the eldest was awake came to his side to hug him in relief and bring a folded piece of paper to him.

You're my plaything. Do as you're told and the little bastard doesn't get hurt.

A thread that over the months and couple of years that followed, Lorenzo kept true to. Whenever he decided to pop for a most unexpected visit, he never went for Dionisus first, he went for Lio as a way to announce his presence and bring the crow out of his hiding spot in order to get his way with him.

And thus, it became a hard truth to Dionisus that there was no peace to himself when his ex-partner was around. There was no getting out of it unscathed nor abused. There was no running from the tragedy he created all on his own by being naive.

To this day he still reacts whenever another person tries to reach for his neck in any way with their hands or anything thicker than a delicate necklace chain, and although he doesn't mind wearing a choker on occasion, because it's his own choice and he does feel pretty in it, he doesn't let anyone near it while the accessory is around his neck, not even when the offer is to remove it for him.

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An attempt will be made to write replies when I get home... hopefully tumblr won't eat it all again.

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My muses ranked by voice pitch, from highest to lowest: Bacchus, Felipe, Emilio, Dionisus.

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Tumblr ate the five replies I wrote today. I'm going to cry.

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If anyone ever want a reference to Dio's voice, just search Kowoorim from Forestella on youtube. That man has the closest voice to what I imagine Dio sounds like.

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Tim Drake: Robin #9

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bites bites bites u bites u biting u bites you

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“You’re so..” finish it in my ask.

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anonymously tell me your honest opinion about me

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Tim Drake: Robin #7

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Tim Drake: Robin #4

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@arobinwithoutbatman adorable baby!

Batman (2016) #147

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seven deadly sins headcanons

because i'm tired of sinday memes being all about sex. send a category + a number. warning: some of the questions in the lust section are nsft. that's why it's at the bottom.

gluttony - - -

what could your muse eat all the time without ever getting tired of it?

a feast of all your muse's favorite foods is laid out in front of them. what's on the menu?

is your muse the type to leave the last bit of food for someone else, or to take it for themselves before someone else can claim it?

does your muse frequently overeat?

does your muse go back for seconds? thirds? fourths?

how many meals and snacks does your muse eat in a day?

what are your muse's go-to beverages?

does your muse drink enough water?

does your muse drink many sugary drinks, like soda or juice?

is your muse a heavy (alcohol) drinker? if so, what do they drink? in what situations do they drink? do they know their limits? do they stop at their limit, or go past it?

is your muse addicted to caffeine? if so, what is their preferred caffeinated beverage?

does your muse have a sweet tooth?

greed - - -

what does your muse collect, if anything?

is your muse prone to hoarding anything?

what is your muse's financial situation? what are their financial goals?

is money important to your muse? why or why not?

how much money does your muse keep in their checking account at any given time? if your muse keeps cash, how much do they usually have in their wallet? does your muse carry coins around? what is the limit on their credit card, if they have one? do they have multiple credit cards?

does your muse have good savings habits? how much do they currently have saved up?

is your muse prone to shopping sprees? if so, what do they usually indulge in buying?

is your muse in debt? if so, are they managing it well, or are they struggling?

would your muse throw others under the bus/step on others if it meant they could find more success/make more money?

would your muse steal anything?

wrath - - -

does your muse like to get revenge on those they feel have wronged them?

how does your muse handle anger? do they have anger issues? how do they manage or vent their anger?

does your muse believe in karma?

did your muse get into fights as a kid? do they get into fights as an adult? if your muse never got into fights before, would they in the name of self defense?

what, if anything, provokes your muse to violence?

does your muse believe that violence can solve some problems? or are they more a "violence is never the answer" type? somewhere in-between?

does your muse destroy things for fun, or to let off steam?

was your muse a bully? or were they bullied themselves?

has your muse ever considered murdering someone? or have they actually gone through with murdering someone?

does your muse enjoy hurting others, whether it be physically or emotionally?

pride - - -

does your muse believe they are the best at everything, even if that belief is unwarranted?

in what areas might your muse be a little overconfident? are they overconfident in the sense that they don't have the skills to back it up, or in the sense that they do have the skills but they are obnoxious in their confidence?

does your muse accept responsibility for their actions when they have done something wrong?

is your muse comfortable with apologizing to others?

does your muse feel remorse? if so, how do they express it?

has your muse every blown off preparing for something because they were confident they could complete the task without preparation? if so, what was the situation?

is your muse prone to bragging? what do they brag about?

does your muse look down on others they perceive as being "not as good" at things as they are?

sloth - - -

on what day(s) does your muse feel most lazy? at a specific time of day, or all day?

is your muse prone to procrastination?

what chores/responsibilities does your muse avoid doing at all costs?

how many hours of sleep does your muse get? do they feel rested after, or are they still tired?

once your muse gets started doing something important, do they drag their feet, take many breaks, and ultimately prolong the task? or do they work as quickly as possible, at the sacrifice of a quality job? or do they work efficiently without sacrificing quality?

does your muse put on real clothes every day, or only if they have to go out?

if your muse could get away with wearing pajamas all day every day, would they?

does your muse complain about responsibilities a lot?

is your muse the type to get up on time on their own or with an alarm? are they the type to hit snooze over and over?

envy - - -

does your muse get jealous easily, or does it take a lot for them to feel it?

what kinds of things does your muse get jealous about?

does your muse compare themselves to others often? if so, how does it affect them?

lust - - -

is your muse sexually active? if so, how often do they have sex? how many partners do they typically have at one time? if not, why not?

what is your muse's sexuality? if asexual, are they sex favorable, sex indifferent, or sex repulsed?

is your muse vanilla, or are they kinky? if kinky, what are their top three kinks, and why do they like them? if vanilla, what position(s) does your muse have sex in?

what sex-related words turn your muse on? what words make them cringe?

does your muse masturbate? if so, how often, and how do they get themselves off? if not, why not?

does your muse have high, medium, or low libido?

is sex compatibility a dealbreaker for your muse in a relationship? why or why not?

how does your muse feel about one-night-stands?

what was your muse's first time having sex like? who was it with, why did they choose that person, where did it take place, how old were they, and what happened?