#dramatic starters

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR A LITTLE JEALOUSY *  assorted dialogue for when you see the person you're interested in with someone else and go... hey wait a minute, adjust as necessary

are you two... together?

i should probably ask if you're single first.

who was that you were talking to?

did you two have a nice chat?

are we really doing this now?

what was that all about?

i don't like it when they touch you.

they need to learn to keep their hands off you.

are you trying to make me jealous?

you just gave me the impression we were exclusive.

who was that, anyway?

was that someone you know?

it's completely innocent.

were you flirting with them?

that was a little bit excessive.

they were flirting with you.

i'm not jealous.

i'm upset with you.

they didn't mean anything by that.

i just thought we had something going on.

they know i have feelings for you.

i hate it when you get jealous.

i'm two seconds away from throwing a punch.

they did that on purpose.

wait a minute... are you jealous?

you have no reason to worry.

i'm not interested in them, i promise.

they do get a little touchy-feely, i'll admit.

they don't mean anything by it.

did they just try to kiss you?

we're just really good friends!

you know i only have eyes for you.

please ignore them, okay?

it's not like i'm in love with you or anything.

they're just trying to upset you.

i just don't like it when someone else flirts with you.

i don't blame them, of course, but you're mine.

next time someone tries to hit on you, call me over.

i'll give them a piece of my mind.

they know you're taken, right?

i didn't want to get in your way.

clearly your mind is elsewhere.

if you'd rather be with them, then just tell me.

i need to know where we stand.

can we be more exclusive?

i just don't like it when they talk to you like that.

you have absolutely nothing to worry about.

if they make you happy... i can't stop it.

maybe i have a crush on you. so what?

there was a better way to go about this, you know.

you could have been a little bit nicer.

did you have to be so nasty about it?

i'm going to scream.

i don't want anything coming in between us.

you trust me, don't you?

if you trust me, you have nothing to worry about.

this jealousy of yours is getting a little bit out of control.

i love only you.

why do they have to hold your hand like that?

they couldn't keep their hands off you.

i hate watching you deal with that.

i should give them a piece of my mind.

what? me? jealous? never.

i think i'm allowed a little jealousy every now and then.

you're mine, and i want everyone to know that.

did you just... get jealous over me?

you said you weren't the jealous type.

[radioactivemelody]

Coming here to say that I've spent the last five hours trying to find Puella Magi Madoka Magica in Infinite Craft. So far, I have found the words: magic, gem, girl, cat, wish, anime and witch.

I'm trying to find the word "soul". I don't know which combination I have to do. I tried everything but I can't find it. I'm genuinely so fucking frustrated. All of my notes are senseless scribbles now. I think I'm losing my sense of reality. I'm so close yet so far... Madoka nation, I want to bring this victory home for all of us but goddammit, it's so fucking hard.

And apparently no one hasn't found it? I googled and no results appeared alongside trying to find someone on Twitter - no one.

Should I give up (to despair) or continue (just like our Goddess would like)?

[statiicstag]

He's lying face down on the floor. Dead, clearly, dead and gone, deceased from the plights of this cruel world —

( He's fine. )

[gre3dy]

⠀ಿৎ ⠀⠀⠀｡⠀⠀⠀𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧　　╱　　males　　/　　femmes　　/　　nb

❝    be    honest    or    your    little    game    is    cooked    ,    ❞    cozies    the    console    within    her    grasp    as    she’s    seething    through    her    teeth    ,    orbs    locking    in    with    her    opposition    ,    ❝    who    the    fuck    is    ‘    macie    ’    with    a    green    heart    next    to    it    ,    huh    ?    say    something    dumb    and    it’s    out    the    window    [    .  .  .     ]    i’m    ,    like    ,    so    serious    .    ❞

[withbeasts]

@vitalphenomena.

the vice grip that amelia has around this girl's wrist is hard enough enough to bruise, a decimal of her strength used to push her to the wall.

" it's bad manners to follow someone. " she has to look up at her face. how annoying. " what do you want? "

[slckfuck]

@taleswritten asked:

i would kill myself before helping in such a task . astarion being a drama queen to whoever wants him

"When will we ever get a chance like this again?" She spoke as if this was a huge deal, the chance of a century. Looking to Astarion, she had such a bright eyed look on her face, excited, like a child in a candy store. A look that didn't match her current blood covered, bone saw wielding appearance.

At her feet, the hag. Auntie Ethel. It had been a difficult fight, just the two of them; had she been stronger, like before the parasite, it would've been quick. But as Saffron kept saying, trying to keep positive, it is what it is.

"It's a Hag, Astarion." As if that made this whole thing better. "I can learn so much if we just..." She gestured a little, saw waving about maybe a little too close to the vampire. "Crack her open!" While she originally just wanted to sit down with the Hag and speak, things didn't exactly pan out that way.

"This isn't even a terribly ugly one either." A kick to the side of the creature, boot connecting with bloodied flesh. "...I'll owe you one?"

[normaltothemax]

@thecreativeforge liked this for a starter (accepting!)

“You know who would never do something like this to me? Lian. She’d never betray me in such a fashion.” Is he being dramatic? Definitely Maybe. Is that going to stop him? Absolutely not. “Unlike some people, Lian actually loves me.” Despite his supposed betrayal, he continues to cook Roy breakfast. Because Jason is a good person. Well…once you get past all the murder and stuff, at least.

[sinistersxns]

Open: F Connections: Any that fit, taboo friendly

"C'mooon. No one has to know. I won't tell if you wont." Danny all but purred to the woman quietly, having grown tired of the major rank promotion party thrown in his and a few other pilots honor. "We'll slip out the back, hop in my truck and go watch the stars or somethin'." The arm that rested across the back of the booth moved closer to let his fingertips lightly brush along her arm. While he didn't consider himself desperate, he did consider himself way too horny and pent up that just being near the woman was making him hard.

[mcflymemes]

PRE ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue to help set up already existing relationships between your muses and give them past scenarios to reference, adjust as necessary

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS

we were only kids back then. we didn't know any better.

you promised me we'd be friends forever.

you've changed quite a bit since i saw you last.

how are your parents doing? will you tell them i said hi?

i've known you for years, and you haven't changed a bit.

you've always been like this.

remember the last time this happened?

sure, i made a lot of mistakes, but so did you.

do you remember how we met?

you always stood up for me, no matter what.

i've always had a lot of love in my heart for you.

when i was struggling, you were always there for me.

I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY

i thought i told you to stay away.

you've got a lot of nerve, showing your face around here again.

i really don't want to see you again.

you're supposed to call and warn me before you show up here.

there's never going to be a "next time."

this is the last time you show up like this.

last time i said i never wanted to see you again, and yet here you are.

you can't just show up here unannounced.

you remember what happened the last time you showed up.

every time you show up here, shit hits the fan.

you're putting us all in danger by showing up here.

don't you have somewhere else to be?

ROMANTIC FEELINGS

i'm sorry, but i can't stop thinking about you.

after the time we spent together, you've been on my mind.

can we discuss what happened between us?

the last time i saw you, you were going to say something... and then you stopped.

did you mean it? any of it?

i wish we were still together.

would you go on another date with me?

it's hard to deny how you make me feel.

you've always had an effect on me.

i can't stop thinking about the way you look at me.

GENERIC "I'VE KNOWN YOU FOR A WHILE"

do you remember what you told me?

i can't believe this is happening to us again.

the last time this happened, we were better prepared.

i tried calling you a hundred times, but you never answered.

this was never supposed to end like this.

didn't you see my text?

i know you better than anyone else.

you can't lie to me. i can tell when you're lying.

you're making "the face" again.

you promised me you'd stop doing that.

[engraveyou]

to  say  everything  jordan  had  planned  for  the  evening  went  south would  be  an  understatement.  having  been  listening  to  his  police  radio  and  gathering  intel  on  the  streets  for  the  past  weeks  surrounding  a particular weapons  sale  taking  place  tonight,  he  had  formulated  a  plan  to  infiltrate &  stall  the  exchange  to  give  authorities  an  upper  hand.  what  jordan  failed  to  anticipate ?  the now  obvious  fact  that  one  of  the  people  he  spoke  to  had  set  him  up.  unbeknownst  to  him,  both  parties  became  aware  of  someone  snooping  for  info  attempting  to  sabotage  the  job.  needless  to  say,  jordan  received  more  than  he’d  bargained  for :  his  ass  handed  to  him &  a  concussion  that  would  have  him  seeing  double.  upon  narrowly  escaping  without  being  tailed,  the  adrenaline  in  his  body  sends  him  dashing  off  into  the  rainy,  misty  night,  legs  on  autopilot  toward  the  only  place  he  can  think  of.  chanelle’s  home.  he  spends  a  good  few  minutes  pacing (  read : limping )  beneath  her  window,  contemplating  if  he  should  really  be  doing  this  —  if  he  should  really  be here.  yet  he  finds  himself  scaling  the  slippery  fire  escape  to  make  it  up  to  her  apartment.  biting  back  a  wince,  he  raises  an  arm  to  softly  rap  at  the  glass,  the  other  wrapped  around  tender  ribs.  body  leans  against  the  frame  for  support  as  he  waits  for  her,  chest  rising  and  falling  with  shallow  breaths,  trying  his  best  to  stop  from  chattering  his  teeth.  “  i  …  i  hope  i  didn’t  wake  you.  “  he  exhales  quietly  when  she  opens  her  window,  a  weak  smile  forming  on  his  split  lip  despite  himself.  ow,  ow.  “  i  just  um  —  i’m  not  doing  too  hot  right  now ?  and  i  didn’t  know  where  else  to  go.  “ there’s  nowhere  else  i’d  feel  safer.  “  …  can  i  come  in ?  “

@supercutts

[itchose]

❝  okay. what is going on with you? ❞ she finally asks, suspicious by the glow there is to @manslaught — how happy she looks, despite everything happening. maybe it's an over-exaggeration, but she still thinks she knows her well enough to know when something's up.

[amusing-little-things]

Open Starter - Patronage

Sigh.

Why do all the others get asked for patronage? Am I not good enough for them? Do they simply not know me?

[riprachel]

“ look, i know i'm cute, but you could say it once in a while too. ”

[petrifiedcrange]

Retrospectively, it might've been better if Stede admitted that he had gotten sick the morning prior and spent the day doing something about it instead of pretending that he was fine and pushing himself to keep going through his lessons with Izzy and a raid that he fought decently through, all things considered, but that left him so exhausted he didn't have energy to do anything else except praise everyone on how well they showed themselves during the fight, together with Izzy work out what they're taking as loot and collapse into bed upon returning to his quarters, still fully dressed, and immediately pass out.

And now that he woke up — he's not sure what time is it, but there's no light falling through the thin gap of his curtains – he feels awful, hot and feverish and congested and like he can't breathe, especially through his nose, and his throat is sore and oh, he's about to cry.

Pushing the blankets off in a desperate but clumsy attempt to escape the smoldering heat smothering him too hard, Stede sends them to the floor and accidentally bumps into something with his leg.

That something, when he lolls his head to the right to see what it is, turns out to be a figure sitting at his bedside, and he squints at it in the dim light of a lantern – it should be night then, some distant part of his mind acknowledges completely unhelpfully – through blurry vision to try and find out who exactly it is.

❝ Izzy?.. ❞ he croaks, and he would've been embarassed at how awful he sounds if he didn't feel so sick that the only thing that feels important for him at the moment is to plea through dewy lashes, looking so desperate as if his fate will be sealed if the other doesn't comply, ❝ Sing to me, please. ❞

[ OPEN for Izzy, mostly, but can also be for Ed and any other member of the crew because Stede could mistake someone else for Izzy in his state; inspired by @avastyetwats ]

[decadentscribe]

❝LONG TIME NO SEE.❞ GENESIS didn‘t expect that she‘d ever see them again after cutting ties. It had been years since their last encounter. She had tried to bury any memory of him, all the time they had spent together, but to no avail. How could she? Their past entanglement had come intro fruition, and everyday, she was reminded of his existence.

open to: m / nb (25+) || plot: based on this || possible connections: ex - fwb, ex - boyfriend, anything that works.

[mcrtyrdomsarchived]

( @nightreststarters )

gabe's sitting on the curb outside deadlights -- not because they want to, but because that's where they've been resigned to; their lip's bleeding, and their knuckles ache bad - they can't tell if they like the feeling or not, but it's something. something other than the pit at the bottom of their stomach and its twists and its aches and its ever-looming, growing nausea. gabe feels sick. maybe that's why they'd started the fight inside - why they were now on the timeout curb; should just be lucky their job's not on the line - not like gabe has a boss to fire them, anymore, anyways. somehow, they really don't feel that lucky at all. "what?" it's almost spat out - trembling, adrenaline-shot hand reaching to wipe at the blood collecting against their mouth - flinches at their now-tender piercing; their eyes flickering up towards the approaching shadow, "i don't look that bad, do i? s'just a scratch. barely hurts. you should see the other guy, really."