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→ BE MY VALENTINE!

prompts to celebrate valentine’s day, with options for romantic or platonic. even the enemies can have some valentine’s fun.  ‘my muse’ meaning receiver’s muse! can also reverse if you’d like. 

🌷 to kiss my muse

💖 to confess attraction to my muse 

🍫 to give my muse a box of chocolates

🌹 to give my muse flowers

🧸 to give my muse a giant teddy bear

🍷 to invite my muse to dinner 

✨ to go stargazing with my muse

☕ for our muses to have coffee together

🌈 for our muses to dance together

🌼 for my muse to compliment your muse

🥀 for my muse to confess a secret

🍒 for your muse to tie a cherry stem with their tongue

🦢 for my muse to talk about someone they love 

🔪 for my muse to threaten your muse 

🖤 for my muse to reject your muse

                                                            — ♥ —

“Be my valentine?”

“Would you be so kind as to fall in love with me?”

“Darling, you’re the one I want.”

“This is no time for confessing.“

“You know, darling, you bring out the worst in me.”

“If you’re free tonight, maybe we could spend some time together.”

“I know I’ve kissed you before, but I didn’t do it right. Can I try again?”

“I hate Valentine’s Day.” 

“I love you— ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”

“You have my whole heart.”

“I hope I never lose you.”

“All the good in me is because of you.“

“If I could give you the moon, I would.”

“Eat your heart out.”

“We both have our rabid hearts.”

“I thought maybe we would kiss tonight.”

“You’re not the person I wanted to see today.”

“I love everybody because I love you.” 

“Do you want company?”

“Nobody fucks me like me.”

“Can we always be this close?”

“Please don’t say you love me.”

“I once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden.” 

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Send 💬  for me to make you a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator.

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@snakehoney​    a   plotted   starter   for   𝕿𝕳𝕰   𝕳𝕺𝖀𝕾𝕰

there   was   a   chilling   bite   in   the   air      as   she   stood   alone   in   front   of   the   gates   of   this   rather   imposing   house.   the   snow   crunched   beneath   her   boots   as   she   gripped   the   end   of   her   wand   tight   between   her   fist,   keeping   it   hidden   from   view   inside   her   jacket   pockets   even   when   her   apprehension      &      self   -   preservation   are   all   but   screaming   at   her   in   the   back   of   her   mind   to   apparate   out   of   here   as   quickly   as   possible.   but   she   couldn’t.   not   when   she   had   a   job   to   do,   not   when   people’s   lives   were   on   the   line.   

an   errant   breeze   blows   at   the   back   of   her   neck,   goosebumps   rising   in   it’s   wake   causing   her   bite   down   a   curse.   her   eyes   shut   tight   for   the   briefest   of   moments   to   muster   up   any   shriveled   up   bits   of   courage   she   had   deep,   deep   inside   before   they   snap   open      &      she   steps   through   its   threshold   until   she’s   met   with   the   front   door.   she   entertains   the   thought   of   knocking   for   a   moment   but   she   wouldn’t   be   here   if   there   was   anyone   around   to   answer   the   door.   instead   her   hand   not   white   -   knuckled   around   her   wand   grips   the   knob,   a   soft   𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖺   escaping   her   lips   but   she   doesn’t   hear   the   telltale   sign   of   click;   with   narrowed   eyes   she   turns   the   knob   easily      &      the   door   opens   to   her   almost   welcomingly.      she   steps   in   ...

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@roseguided​​:

          𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ‘𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄  on the opposing side of harry⸺often times, to herself, did the malfoy’s really align themselves with voldemort’s ideals or was it simply out of fear?  everyone had so feared the dark lord sine before he’d arrived in the flesh, so it’s easy to assume that it’s only worsened since then !    the only person she could see really aligning themselves was lucius . . draco only did what his father told him, narcissa only wanted to   𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽    her family.     (   this could come back to haunt them, haunt her family if harry were to loose this battle !   it’s what she feared most,  it’s what she tried to avoid.   only whispers && speculation had arisen in her several weeks long absence,  no one truly knew where she’d gone.   from what the prophet had said,  her mother had passed it on as a side effect of her sickness.   )     ;      bellatrix sneers at the four of them, wand at the ready to torment or wound any of them if she were feeling only generous.   the potion given to harry is steadily wearing off && astoria feels her stomach drop with each passing moment.    a shaky breath is taken in, eyes glancing toward draco && lyra as tired eyes silently say:    ‘ i’m sorry.  please,  𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝙴 .  ‘   / @serpentie​   gets a starter from astoria greengrass !

lyra   has   never   felt   more   grateful   for   her   occlumency   and   legilimency   training      she   endured   growing   up   than   she   does   here   in   this   moment;   stone   -   faced   as   icy   silver   eyes   she   stared   down   at   the   teenagers   she   viewed   as   her   peers,   now   scene   as   prisoners,   bound      &      tied   at   her   feet.   

she   felt   sick   to   her   stomach   at   her   brother’s   side,   her   mother   a   steady   force   at   her   back   but   even   that   was   shaky   at   best   as   draco   becomes   the   brunt   of   her   father      &      aunt’s   excitable   attention      —      hammering   him   with   questions   of   the   identities   of   the   four   brought   to   them   by   the   snatchers;   two   out   three   of   them   being   the   most   obvious   but   even   so   draco   hesitates,      &      lyra   has   never   been   more   proud   of   him   then   in   that   moment.

however   the   pride   doesn’t   last   long      —      her   aunt,   whom   lyra   decided   the   moment   she   met   was   certifiably   insane,   demands   all   the   prisoners   but   one,   hermione,   be   dragged   to   the   dungeons.   it   doesn’t   take   a   genius   to   figure   out   why.   ron   screams,   lyra   is   making   eye   contact   with   astoria,   reading   her   eyes   with   ease,   a   product   of   years   spent   growing   up   together   but   the   apology   in   her   eyes   is   vain   because   for   the   malfoy   heiress   there   is   nothing   for   lyra   to   forgive.   they   both   made   decisions   they   though   best   to   protect   their   loved   ones.   she   would   have   given   anything   to   see   her   family   safe      &      away   from   this   war.   to   see   the   dark   lord   six   feet   under   the   ground.   

but   that’s   a   train   of   thought   she   refuses   to   let   her   mind   stray.   lyra   is   the   first   to   move   towards   the   prisoners,   not   a   glance   towards   the   muggleborn   now   at   the   mercy   of   bellatrix   as   she   rushes   to   get   them   out      &      into   the   dungeons   as   quickly   as   possible.   her   hand   immediately   latching   onto   astoria’s   arm,   gripping   tight   to   hide   tremors      &      pulling   her   along   down   the   familiar   path   below   the   house.   

❝   what   are   you   doing   here.   ❞      she   whispers   through   gritted   teeth,   voice   almost   indecipherable   out   of   fear   of   getting   heard   by   the   others.      ❝   how   could   you   be   so   stupid   as   to   get   caught.   ❞

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@fireboltz​:

‘          does your learning curve happen to be a horizontal line?           ’            his words come out as a mockery of her own,    sweet tone twisted by harry’s huffed syllables,    before his glare fixes itself across his features.      IT IS THEN SHE NOTICES HOW TIRED THE OTHER LOOKS.      youthful sheens have begun to abandon them…      what is leftover is the natural exhaustion that comes with the beginnings of war.     there is no denying it now.      the hazy fizz of childhood is dying upon their tongue like champagne left out too long,     the remnants staining them even while the taste began to falter.   IF SHE LOOKS TIRED...     he doesn’t want to even think about how he looks.

her tension is met with a lopsided smile…     harry is rather used to failing at potions   [   if you excuse the intervention of a small book about a year ago:      that had been temporarily life - changing,  at least   ].     but there was no denying that the professor held a certain grudge against him,   one that meant his potions grade would always remain low   –   a fact of life he just had to accept.           ‘         can’t we salvage it?    i thought you were good at this stuff.         ’         but even as he complains,   his eyes start to skirt around the room,   looking for something that might help them.    MAYBE A GOOD GRADE IN POTIONS WOULDN’T BE THE WORST THING IN THE WORLD…         ‘          i know a few cleaning spells.   pass it over.         ’

lyra   goes   from   mild   irritation   at   harry’s   blatant   ridicule   of   her   words   thrown   back   at   her         as   she   shifts   her   gaze   from   scanning   the   room   to   look   back   at   him,   ready   to   counter      —      a   twitch   at   her   brow   at   most   because   you   don’t   spend   years   practically   growing   alongside   harry   potter   without   getting   used   to   his   childish   antics      —      to   shock   for   the   second   time   in   just   a   new   moments   in   his   presence   at   the   lopsided   smile   he   aims   her   way,   completely   unused   to   being   the   target   of   it;   far   more   accustomed   to   a   very   different   curl   of   his   lips      &      animosity   in   his   eyes.

❝   you   ...   ❞      she   begins   but   the   words   stop   in   the   back   of   her   throat,   for   the   first   time   in   a   long   time,   at   a   lost   for   words   just   for   a   moment   before   catching   herself;   straightening   her   posture      &      snapping   her   eyes   to   their   station   littered   with   used   ingredients   with   a   soft   huff.   the   heiress   passes   over   the   cauldron   easily.      ❝   i   am   good   at   this   stuff.   ❞      eyes   rolling   as   her   voice   begins   to   lose   its   vitriol,   almost   teasing   as   she   spoke   to   him      (   though   she   will   never   admit   it   )      she   stands   from   her   seat,   shrugging   off   her   cloak,   folding   it   over   the   back   of   it,      &      meticulously   rolling   up   the   sleeves   of   her   white,   button   up   shirt.   

❝   we   can   salvage   it.   ❞      when   her   sleeves   are   rolled   to   her   elbows,   her   a   hand   rests   at   her   hips,   confidence   now   dripping   over   her   like   water   refusing   to   acknowledge   any   moment   of   panic   she   felt.      ❝   though   i   loathed   to   admit   it,   we   would   have   to   work   together   to   get   it   done   in   time.   ❞      the   malfoy   heiress   raises   a   brow,   giving   the   savior   an   almost   challenging   look   countered   by   a   gleam   of   mirth   in   her   eyes      &      a   subtle   smirk   at   the   corner   of   her   lips.      ❝   so,   you   work   on   the   pot      &      i’ll   work   on   the   ingredients.   ❞      without   waiting   for   a   reply   she   turns   gracefully   on   her   heel      &      makes   her   way   towards   the   shelves   littered   with   ingredients,   using   her   knowledge   to   pick   the   best   of   what   she   needs.

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@berilost​​:

          @purebluds gets a jester !

            ❛ so.. ❜ gulp.  ❛ haha.. what d’ya get when you cross a vampire with a snowman ? ❜ silence is thick, almost suffocating. he goes to swallow out of nerves but his throat’s too dry to even do that. his palms are sweating, his knees are weak and, dare i say, his arms are heavy.. ❛ frostbite ! haha, isn’t that soooo funny ?? isn’t it ? .. why aren’t you laughing.. c’mon, princess, give me a chuckle ! hahaha ! ❜ his smile is forced and his laugh is faked, artificial and unconvincing in every single way. he does little jazz hands to try and make it better. 

the   hum   that   vibrates   in   the   back   of   her   throat   is   almost   thoughtful      as   she   stared   down   her   brother’s   so   -   called   court   jester   with   a   stare   so   icy   it’s   a   wonder   the   room   doesn’t   freeze   over.   so   far   she   remains   unimpressed      —      though   she   supposes   that’s   the   point   of   the   man’s   utterly   depressing   existence   here   in   the   kingdom;   her   twin   was   always   known   to   have   something   of   a   sadistic   streak,   most   likely   finding   humor   in   making   the   poor   man   squirm   under   the   gaze   of   every   nobleman      &      woman   in   the   country.

though,   she   can’t   say   she’s   much   better.   his   forced   smile      &      strained   laugh   are   almost   enough   to   make   her   lip   twitch   were   it   not   ingrained   in   her   since   birth   to   keep   a   steady,   unshakable   mask   at   all   times.   the   jester’s   squirming   was   almost   adorable.   

lyra   leans   back   against   the   plush   chair,   emerald   green      &      accented   with   silver   just   as   everything   else   in   the   kingdom,   shifting   ever   so   slightly   just   to   prop   her   elbow   on   the   armrest      &      resting   her   cheek   on   her   fist.   her   elegant   white   gown   adorned   with   pearls   glistening   under   the   rays   shining   through   that   large   stained   glass   windows   along   of   the   walls   of   one   of   the   many   lounging   rooms,   giving   her   an   almost   angelic   look   that   doesn’t   quite   match   the   way   she   stares   the   multi-color   haired   man   down   like   his   very   existence   is   beneath   her.   

the   hand   not   propping   her   cheek   tap   away   at   her   knee   crossed   over   the   other.      ❝   for   me   to   laugh,   jester,   you   first   have   to   say   something   funny,   no?   ❞      she   raises   a   brow,   entertained      &      teasing.      ❝   that   can’t   possibly   be   the   best   you   can   do,   can   it?   ❞

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hi 😳

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IMAGERY   :   LYRA   MALFOY. ㅤ     ╰           ᵐᵘᵗᵘᵃˡˢ ᵒᶰˡʸˑ     ᵖᵉʳˢᵒᶰᵃˡˢ˒ ᵈᶰᶦ

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MORE SMUTTY PROMPTS BUT WITH SOME PLOT FOR EXTRA SPICE 🔥

1)  our muses are undressing each other for the first time and sender notices receiver’s scars they’ve never seen before. 

2)  our muses are undressing each other for the first time and receiver notices sender’s scars they’ve never seen before. 

3)  our muses take a shower together to wash blood off each other. 

4)  our muses impulsively have sex after committing a high stakes crime together  (  murder, bank robbery, etc. feel free to specify  ). 

5)  our muses have passionate,  adrenaline high sex after a battle/mission. 

6)  our muses have been separated from each other by circumstance for a considerable amount of time and have sex for the first time since being reunited. 

7)  our muses were broken up and have sex after getting back together. 

8)  our muses are broken up but have ‘one last time’ sex. 

9)  our muses are in a fight and have angry sex. 

10)  one muse uses sex to comfort the other one and coax in some vulnerability. 

11)  one muse uses sex to distract and avoid vulnerability. 

12)  muses clinging desperately to each other during sex,  holding each other close like they’re afraid to let go. 

13)  one muse giving the other who is injured oral while they’re recovering. 

14)  one muse comes over to comfort the other one and it unintentionally turns into comfort sex. 

15)  one muse utilizes orgasm denial to get information out of the other  (  whether teasingly or in earnest  ). 

16)  our muses are drunk/high and have some messy sex they don’t remember the next morning. 

17)  our muses aren’t romantically involved but wind up having sex out of convenience. 

18)  one muse accidentally stumbles on the other who is undressing, but they tell them to stay and seductively strip the rest in front of them. 

19)  one muse fingers the other while they’re having an important discussion. 

20)  one muse sits on the other’s lap with their cock or strap inside while they do another task  (  paperwork,  reading,  watching a movie etc.  ). 

21)  one or both muses have gone through breakups and have sex with each other to feel better or for revenge. 

22)  one muse has sex with the other in exchange for a favor. 

23)  one muse has little to no experience with sex and approaches the other more experienced muse to teach them. 

24)  our muses are on the run together and have sex while caught up in the thrill of it all. 

25)  our muses are enemies/rivals but a fight leads to sex. 

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Reblog if you RP using Discord

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more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

"how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

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hello   my   darlings   !   give   this   a   ♡︎   or   ↻   if   you’re   interested   in   writing   with   an   original   character   LYRA MALFOY    based   on   the   HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE   ?   as   a   warning ,   mun   is   ANTI   JKR   &   all   knowledge   on   the   hp   universe   is   headcanon   based   as   i’ve   never   read   or   watched   anything   from   the   books   or   movies .

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#𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐒.    ᴬᴺ     ᴵᴺᴰᴱᴾᴱᴺᴰᴱᴺᵀ     &     ᴾᴿᴵᵛᴬᵀᴱ     depicting  the  story  of  an     𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕  𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛,     based  on  jk  rowling’s     𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲     𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫     franchise.     heavily  canon  -  divergent   &    ANTI   JKR.     *     written     by     NINI,     22,     THEY     /     SHE     PRONOUNS.

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hi nini here <3