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Isobel remembered the feeling of excitement that she felt when Aylin arrived at Moonrise towers. Ever since her father had brought her back to life, the sight of her was the only thing she wished to see. Ketheric had told her that she was gone, that after her death she had left. So, when she arrived at Moonrise towers it was not only surprising but relieving. However, the caveat was that she arrived at a time where Isobel had no control of her body. The version of herself that was in control, that corrupt servant of Myrkul, didn't care. She was willing and ready to kill Aylin in the name Myrkul and of her father.

Of course what her father hadn't known, and something Myrkul tried to lock down, was that there was a link between them. A link that connected their souls together. Through that link Aylin was able to know that the Isobel that was on the surface was not her. This was her cry for help, one her angel would hear. From her cage, her angel had cried out in desperation to break the invisible chains that were holding her down. Once those chains were broken Isobel in return broke the chains in which Ketheric bound her.

There was shame in fact that he beloved angel had seen her like that, a slave her to fathers will. So torn from their moon maidens love. She wasn't the strong Isobel that Aylin had known. Neither was the Isobel before her now, tainted and broken. However she could see now that she wasn't the only one broken. "There is no need to apologize, my love, I love you no matter your appearance." It appeared too that Aylin had been crying, much like she had, distraught by her own appearance. Isobel held her closely, burying her face into her wings. "You're still the most beautiful being in all of the baldurs gate and beyond, a beauty that surpasses even the brightness of the sun. Far more beautiful than I could ever be now."

It was a struggle for her now that the waterworks had let loose. Gods she felt impure, so unworthy of Selunes love. Most importantly, she felt unworthy of Aylin's love. Isobel clung tightly to Aylin as she struggled to contain the tears. She buried her head into her neck. "Gods, what kind of mess am I? Grieving a man who held you captive, who manipulated and controlled me." Being close to her, somehow made everything better. Made it easier to forget they were ever separated, for a moment. The warmth that radiated off her skin warmed her cold skin. "Until you came out to Moonrise tower, he had me believe that you were dead. That you had moved on after I died, not that I would have blamed you but without you I felt so alone. He used that to get to me, to keep me under his spell."

Isobel lifted her head, taking in the others visage. "You're not the only one who doesn't like what they see in the mirror. To see all the imperfections weren't there before. We've both been through more than we deserve..."

Tonight, she had her dear Isobel back. It still stunned her, seeing her with Ketheric at first, those glowing eyes and the command to kill her. Aylin knew immediately that wasn't her Isobel, but Isobel being controlled. Once more, she had to get through to someone getting controlled by another god. First by Shar and then by Myrkul. It made her rage for Ketheric even greater, that he would not just take away her chance at a new life, ripped from the Moon Maiden's embrace but also to dominate her mind and turn her into something she wasn't.

So this was to be a reunion, their hearts once more able to embrace each other. The only gift that cruel man had given Aylin was Isobel. She never thought she would see her again, never though she felt her soft touch. When Isobel broke the chains that held her, that magic that restrained her, Aylin knew what she had to do. Save them and destroy the god of death.

Why could this not work out the way she wanted it to? She had never before had a problem surprising her love and now she sat on the floor weeping. Crying wasn't foreign to her, her father had many times quelled her fears or worries as a young kid. The new sensation was the sense of loss, and her inability to process what was going on in her head.  The sudden feel of hands caused Aylin's head to shoot up and stare forward through her wings. "My heart?" Her eyes glanced down at the arms wrapped around her waist, her soft voice as her wings slowly moved to rest against the ground. "I was supposed to surprise you, as I have done countless times a century ago,"

"You should not see me in such a state, Bel, I apologize for my unseemly appearance," She whispered, lowering her eyes down to the floor. Hands reached up to rub against her soaked eyes, tears streaking her cheeks as she tried to console herself so Isobel did not worry. But she couldn't look in the mirror, as she looked up her gaze avoided the reflection before her. Something cool touched her back, wet and cold as she shifted so she could look down at the smaller woman. Aylin wrapped her arms around her to distract from her break down and pulled her into her arms. "I have you, you are safe within my embrace once more,"

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Ketheric was defeated and it felt like these lands could finally be at peace again. Already the curse was lifting and life was returning to normal as if it never happened. However as easy as it was on others, it was not so for Isobel. While the rest of the party celebrated in the defeat of Ketheric, she couldn't join them in that celebration because for her the lifting of this curse, had meant more than just killing the a dictator under the thumb of the absolute. It meant killing her father and that did not sit well in her heart.

As Isobel sat alone in her room she found herself grieving for the man that he had been until her death. Although his belief in Selune had begun to wane then, he had been a loving father, caring for her every need. In the near century she had been gone, everything had changed. He let his belief crumble and instead became a cruel ruler who served Myrkul. So apart from his old self, he had used dark magic to bring her back into the world, preventing her rebirth. Tainted her and here she was, crying at the loss of someone she had loved. It didn't matter that he had kidnapped her, put her under a spell to control her, to dominate her mind. In the end he had been her father.

The cleric buried her hands into her face, sobbing wildy for a long while, dressed a long white gown that exposed corrupted veins. Her heart felt like a fragile tea cup shattered into a million pieces, breaking with each step. If she wasn't careful she would drown in her sorrows, letting her grief get the better of her. There was only one person who could help her, who presence alone eased her. While she was under her fathers thrall, he would've had her kill Aylin. Worse of all, had Aylin not helped her break that spell, she would have done so without question and that only caused more pain to ache in her heart.

So, she steeled herself and made her way to Aylin's room. Before she had even made it to the door she could hear the shouting on the other side. Oh how her heart continued to ache. "I'm coming in, love." Isobel spoke as she slowly and quietly opened the door. What she saw only broke her heart even more, seeing all of the cracks in her angel's skin. Proof that they had both been through so much, no thanks to her father. "I know you wanted to be alone, but I couldn't bear it." Isobel approached Aylin without hesitation, wrapping her arms around her from behind immediately. The softness of the wing felt soothing but she didn't let it distract her.

"I know this sounds selfish, but I didn't want to be alone." Her voice was quieter now and she tightened her hold. "I fear that if I left myself alone, that grief would get the better of me." That perhaps the taint inside her would grow and fester, but she wouldn't let that be known. No, she didn't want her beloved angel to know that she wasn't pure anymore. "And you've always been my rock, just as I will always be yours, my love." Something in her had also told her she needed to be here. Whether it be the empathy or the connection that she had always had with Aylin. She would never ignore that call. "Shh, it's okay, I'm here now."

Unbeknownst to her, tears were already starting to stream from just the sight of the other woman. Seeing her again, being alone with her since her death.

◈　 ⇢  @inxumerable　 ⋯　 Closed Starter . 　　　❝ Aylin sees her appearance for the first time in a century. ❞

A brief reprieve, staying at Last Light Inn. The Shadowcurse already waned, with Ketheric's defeat and the rest of the cultists out of this place, it would finally have peace. But everyone needed to rest for the evening before heading on the path to Baldur's Gate, and Aylin had promised their companions she would join them and Isobel had agreed. However, she needed time to recover, her joints ached and her body waned. It had been a century since she had been out, a century since she had seen the moon and Aylin knew the adrenaline high of the fight was starting to break way.

Armor had been shed and instead, she wore a simple white dress, draped around her neck and down to her waist, leaving her back fully exposed to her wings. Around her hips, two long slits rested on either side with her legs exposed. How long had it been since she wore something so soft? Her hands brushed along it before staring up at the sky and seeing the moon. Icy blue eyes stared, unable to look away as a few tears dotted her eyes. "I'm home, Mother," The voice whispered, no longer booming as she had done so before.

But what truly made her break was stopping in front of the mirror. For a moment, Aylin stared at the woman opposite of her. The platinum blond hair fell around her shoulder, what used to be long and luxurious down to her ankles, was now cut and severed up to her shoulders. It broke her heart the day one of the Justiciars cut her hair, taking away her braid. And as it grew out, they would always cut it back to her shoulders. Soon, Shar continued the ritualistic haircutting, never letting it grow past her back.

However, her fingers reached up and touched the face. Her face.

Her throat tightened as she lowered her eyes to look at her arms. The scars cracked all over her skin, not a part of her was spared. The large golden scar around her heart, where she had been stabbed over a thousand times. Each death was worse than the last, each scream echoing in her ears. Her hands pressed against them as if trying to cut out her screams. "Being quiet. BE GONE!!" Aylin shouted in anger as she did not want to go back there. She collapsed to her knees, unaware of the tears falling from her eyes. Her hands fell to her lap as she tried to wrap her wings around her to hide herself in the protective hold of her wings.

Perhaps Shar had broken her, she thought she had clung on, fought so hard but seeing herself, the scars that graced her once perfect pearly silver-blue skin caused her to snap. She daresay she could hear Shar laugh with those taunting words. She hadn't noticed the running steps of another as she tightened her wings around her. The woman she remembered was not the woman she saw in the mirror. Even the base of her wings was twisted golden scars, from all the times her wings had been cut off, forcefully ripped from her back.

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Muse speaks about the Mun

Send a number for the muse(s) to talk about their mun

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What’s the strangest/weirdest thing the Mun has watched on youtube?

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What was the strangest thing the mun has done that make the muse confused? 

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What about the mun does the muse find annoying or bothersome? 

Do you like the backstory your mun gave you? 

Is mun a social butterfly or a loner? 

Did you once not like your mun? If so, why? 

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Does your mun draw or write? If so, what work are they most proud of? 

How long does it take your mun to draw/write a piece of work? 

What other social websites does your mun use? 

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Jinx couldn't help the tears that continued to flood down her face. 'You're my Jinx. I could never reject you.' As strong as she wanted to say she was, as much of the woman she'd grown to be she could never shake that feeling. The feeling of rejection. The feeling that everything she was, everything she felt would be invalidated. Shunned away.. And Viktor once more shut those insecurities away.

And then electricity shot her body as not only did he accept her feelings in the form of the kiss, but returned it in full force. There was something awoke in her then. An primal urge to close the distance completely between them to be devoured.

It was an urge she didn't understand but had no obligation to deny what it wanted. Let it take completely over as a growl escaped her lips too, the way a shiver ran down her spine as hands raked her back. Her breath hitching at the sensation. As basking in the fact that he was marking her in this way. The monster in her understood everything, craved it so hungerly.

By the time he pulled away, even for just a fraction of distance, she was already breathing fast, her heart beating so rapidly but had not consistent pattern. There was the thought, the instinct to stop him from saying anything, to close that distance back up. Jinx ignored that as his words were instantly absorbed.

Viktor loved her...Actually loved her. Her heart melted that instant.

"Vik-"

To Jinx's relief, and her monsters satisfaction, she didn't have the chance to finish her sentence. Viktor had answered its silence pleas and their lips were connected again, and this time her monster was more hungry this time. In its hunger it nipped at his lips, could taste the iron, and as a result the kiss became more rabid. Craved more and more.

Slender nails ran down his spine and back, pressed as hard against it. Couldn't dig much past shimmermetal, but the knowledge of being this close, to be so intimate... Riled her urges that much more as she pressed herself as close as she could to him as she could. As she wrapped her legs around his abdomen. There was no such thing as too close.

It was just them in this moment, her and Viktor. In their own world. Their own universe.

𝗩𝗜𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛, 𝗦𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗬, 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗡'𝗧 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗣 𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦. It was almost as if he had been compelled to do so, as if the Shimmer that flowed through his veins had called out to the Shimmer that flowed in hers. As the Machine Herald, Viktor valued his emotions less, and even tried to remove parts of his brain so his emotions wouldn't affect anything. He hid behind his visor, and wouldn't let others see just how he was struck by situations. Cold and unfeeling is how he appeared on the outside while on the inside, he was vulnerable, soft and gooey: his metal armor was just that. Armor. Armor for a very good-natured soul that was pushed into cruelty and brutality to survive. One who though he was ruthless, he ruled with equal generosity in measure.

Viktor, too, felt sparks between them. The way she let herself be guided sent ripples up and down his spine, warmth continuing to pulse throughout his body.

Not only was he made of Shimmer, but he was also made of the Arcane. The emotions between them, he'd sensed it, had felt that pull that wasn't exactly familial or platonic. The deeper connection of something more, but he'd been so deathly afraid of it, and had wanted her to approach it on her terms, that he was content to let the feelings rot inside of himself. He wasn't going to. He had almost promised himself not to fall down this path. Reciprocation was vulnerable. So vulnerable, and he was the Machine Herald now. But this was Jinx. His Jinx.

And fuck, it was so palpable, humming between them, and even as tears streamed down her cheeks, all Viktor wanted was to kiss them away and comfort her.

The way she blushed sent more pangs, more hunger, in his abdomen. Viktor was burning now, not just falling apart into the emotional mess that was his feelings for Jinx.

At her closeness, Viktor shivered and squirmed, breath hitching. His hands moved, now, to slide along her spine, trace along the fabric and the bare skin that showed. He wanted to make her tremble against him: such a dark want, but one that he didn't judge himself for.

"How could I? You're my Jinx. I could never reject you."

It was honest and true, the way he said it and admitted it to her, that he could never reject her, and as the moment hung between them, and - she was close, oh so close - her confession hit him hard, not that he had much time to speak before her lips were on his. His brain fizzled. All he could do was focus on her.

Nails bit into the small of her back, and Viktor growled into her mouth, kissed her back with a fire that he thought he'd removed. He raked his nails down in a desperate attempt to let his darker urges win, and to mark her, claim her as his.

When his hands reached her hips, he readjusted her and broke the kiss long enough to whisper against her plush lips heatedly, "I love you, too, Jinx."

A moment later, he claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss, and pulled Jinx so tight against him, he refused to let go.

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Saw this post and I had to

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|not that I’ve been super active on here, but most definitely gonna add Jinx from arcane to my muse list. But I have a series of questions so I’ll just make a poll. )

I am also currently fighting the urge to also add Silco, so if anyone has an opinion on that, leave a comment!

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Your muse encounters my muse half-dead in the middle of nowhere. Send “Rescue” for a starter.

For the reverse, send “Savior”.

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Let's Play "Would You Ship This?"

Send in a pairing or two, and I’ll tell you if I would ship it.

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@ofwaterandfire (Hanni and Will <3)

Hannibal was right. Blood looked so beautiful in the moonlight. The way it reflected from blood soaked hands. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Or so he thought before his eyes latched onto what actually was the most beautiful thing. Hannibal. He was so easily entranced by the sight of him. Will had never seen him like this before. Covered in the blood they had spilled together. "I've always wanted this for you, Will." In this moment he had wanted it too. Until the scene shifted and he found himself at the bottom of the ocean with Hannibal's lifeless body. He tried to swim up but something caught him. He glanced down to see Dolarhyde there in Hannibal's stead holding him down. Will was drowning, running out of oxygen so quickly... His eyes then shot open, pupils dilated as he spat out imaginary water. Will was drenched in sweat that didn't quite reach the expensive bed sheets as he had shot up in the bed. In his state of disorientation he noticed Dolarhyde beside, very pale and very dead. A corpse speaking words that didn't reach him. "You're not real. We killed you." He spoke allowed before he tried to collect himself, closed his eyes and willed the image to just go away. When he opened them once again, he was relieved to see Hannibal, yet unsure if what he saw matched reality.

"Hannibal?"

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I have feelings about how these two are mirror opposites in reaction to monstrous trauma.

I have spicier stuff on my Patreon.

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baldur's gate 3 starters (part 1)

part 1 / ? .

❝ a less trusting person might think this all sounds very suspicious. ❞ ❝ you say all the right words, but i’m not sure you mean the right things. ❞ ❝ i know somewhere quiet. somewhere intimate. somewhere we can…indulge in each other. ❞ ❝ eugh, don’t be nice to me. it makes me want to be nice back. ❞ ❝ we needn’t be enemies. there’s plenty of those to go around already. ❞ ❝ there’s a steeliness to you, an unwavering tenacity in the face of, to be frank, quite dire odds. ❞ ❝ even the waves of fate can break upon the shores of will. ❞ ❝ i appreciate anyone that opens a conversation with threats of bodily harm. ❞ ❝ oh, you know me - ever the optimist. i’m trying to focus on the positives. ❞ ❝ i’m not easily impressed by people, but you’re stronger than i gave you credit for. ❞ ❝ there’s an air about you. something alien. ❞ ❝ loosen the grip on your pride for one blasted moment, won’t you? ❞ ❝ it’s been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that. ❞ ❝ there’s something odd about this village. people skulk around like they’ve something to hide. ❞ ❝ you know, if you want to spend time with me, you only have to say so. ❞ ❝ i want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. what you see. ❞ ❝ what’s better than a devil you don’t know? a devil you do. ❞ ❝ you must know that you’re…that you’re very special to me. ❞ ❝ the gods are nothing if not vindictive in their vengeance. ❞ ❝ stay with me a while, will you? day will come all too soon. ❞ ❝ here’s my little treat with their cheeks all flushed. ❞ ❝ i am terrified. i will not claim otherwise. ❞ ❝ my apologies. i’m not quite myself yet. i had the strangest dream last night. ❞ ❝ we didn’t die today. tomorrow, perhaps. but not today. ❞ ❝ leader’s need to make tough decisions. we do what we must. ❞ ❝ i think that unknowable powers come with unknowable consequences. ❞ ❝ i’ve had a lifetime’s fill of watching little men puff themselves up with grand titles. ❞ ❝ in these times, all we can trust are the blades in our hands. ❞ ❝ it’s not easy to turn away from one you once loved. ❞ ❝ much has been promised to you, hasn’t it? but what has been taken from you? ❞ ❝ damn it all. i can do nothing right - not a damn thing. ❞ ❝ every instinct i have tells me that nothing’s changed. that i’m still just a means to an end. ❞ ❝ do not speak of a story you only know the half of. ❞ ❝ i dreamt every night that you’d come back to me. that somehow it was all a nightmare dawn would undo. ❞ ❝ when the time comes to strike, you must take it. for there may be only one chance. ❞ ❝ your eyes. there is pain, endless and deep. but also devotion - blazing like the sun. ❞ ❝ you’re adorable even when you’re teasing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t need your help, and i don’t need your pity. ❞ ❝ i’m more than what i was. and i’m not afraid of anything any more. ❞ ❝ i said exactly what i meant: i love you. you should never, never doubt that. ❞ ❝ this is all like some sort of terrible dream. but it’s real, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ there is no redemption. can’t you see? it is too late. ❞ ❝ i don’t know that it was brave. i just know that it was right. ❞ ❝ you took those bastards down like it was nothing. it…was amazing. ❞ ❝ they underestimated me. so they paid the price. ❞ ❝ we fight, we die, and we just hope that when our time comes, there is someone else to take our place. ❞ ❝ unfortunately for me, you’re my friend. rescuing you from mortal peril is my right. ❞ ❝ what did you think i was going to say? 'oh, come here, i'll kiss you better'? ❞ ❝ flowers are so overrated. they're bright, gaudy, and almost never make good poisons. ❞ ❝ i’ve been lied to, my whole life. and i was gullible enough to just believe it. ❞ ❝ you know, i never pictured myself as a hero. never thought i'd be the one they toast for saving so many lives. and now that i'm here…i hate it. ❞ ❝ you know, i feel a connection between us. like we're two souls walking the same path. ❞ ❝ the forgiving sort, are you? you should be careful. plenty would take advantage of that. ❞

❝ it’s as if god made you just to ruin me. ❞ ❝ perish the thought. every word i said was nothing less than true. ❞ ❝ you have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. i like it. ❞ ❝ i got my eye on you. you got the look of a troublemaker. ❞ ❝ i’m starting to think you’re my guardian angel. ❞ ❝ it seems you know me better than i know myself. ❞ ❝ you…you have no idea what you’ve done. ❞ ❝ they say madness and genius are separated by but a hair’s breadth. perhaps the same is true of madness and stupidity. ❞ ❝ oh, it’s you. don’t you get tired of telling people how to live their lives? ❞ ❝ good morning! thank you for not killing me the other night. ❞ ❝ when the time comes to strike, you must take it. for there may be only one chance. ❞ ❝ it is good to savour the moment of victory - but pace bg3 syourself. our fight is just beginning. ❞ ❝ i was too hasty to judge you. i thought you were witless, gutless, unimpressivably bland… ❞ ❝ yours is the first happy face i’ve seen in a good while. ❞ ❝ when hope has been whittled down to the very marrow of despair – that’s when you’ll come knocking on my door. ❞ ❝ thank you, my friend. maybe we’ll meet again, in another life. ❞ ❝ you’ll regret sticking your nose in my business. ❞

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|Muse list has offically been updated! Both Ten and Kilgrave have been transferred over from @miirrorxd and also added Karlach from baldurs gate 3, because hella inspiration!| |OH ALSO ADDED A VERSE FOR JACK|

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Have ideas? This is your official invitation to let me know!

If you’d like to discuss a plot, a relationship (romantic, platonic, etc.), or otherwise just want to ask questions about my Muse, this is me giving you permission to let me know!

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|nothing like riding home from work and thinking “oh the master and Hannibal would get a long great. 🤣🤣|

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send in “ i’ve got you! “ for the sender to hastily grab the receiver and pull them into a protective hug to shield them from an attack.

alternatively, send in “ make it stop! “ for the receiver to respond to seeing the sender frightened and in distress during an attack from a third party assailant. (examples might be: they take shelter from an angry mob in a frail hut, or they dive for cover during an attack from an assailant, or even a more emotional attack, such as waking up in a blind panic from a terrible nightmare.)

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cute shippy starters

Adapted from this post. 

“Come over here and make me.”

“Have you lost your damn mind!?”

“Please, don’t leave.”

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Teach me how to play?”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba—goddammit!”

“I think we need to talk.”

“Kiss me.”

“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

“So, I found this waterfall…”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Just once.”

“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“I got you a present.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Marry me?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“It’s not what it looks like…”

“You lied to me.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“I wish I could hate you.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

“No one needs to know.”

“Boo.”

“Well this is awkward…”

Credit: @alwaysbellamyblake

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blossoming romance writing prompts:

accidental hand touching

eye contact across a crowded room

exchanging secret smiles

first conversations alone

admiring them from afar

asking them about their family

visiting them at their place of work

discovering common interests

exchanging gifts for the first time

a surprise encounter

picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face

nervous embarrassment around them (blushing, fidgeting etc)

complimenting their appearance

looking at their lips as they talk

finding excuses to be alone with each other

naturally gravitating closer together

noticing their individual quirks

hello/goodbye hugs that linger

talking late into the night

clumsy attempts at flirting

sharing long term dreams, goals and aspirations with one another

playful teasing

being unable to keep their eyes off of them

attempting to find out if they are single/available

finding comfort in their scent

creating art inspired by them

sharing an umbrella in the rain, or a coat/blanket in the cold

surprising them with their favourite treat

visiting their home for the first time

confiding in them