Send me “ ❥ “ for my muse’s reaction to yours gently stroking their hair.
Open Starter Prompts
Strangers:
“Excuse me. Is anyone sitting here?”
“I can show you where that is, if you want.”
“I’m so sorry. When I get nervous I’m dangerous to be around.”
“I wanted to say ‘hi’ before the party ended.”
“Are you meeting someone here? Because.. I think I’m that person.”
Friends:
“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”
“We’ve got a full tank of gas. Let’s go somewhere. Anywhere.”
“You’ve been glued to the couch for 3 days. I’m worried about you.”
“I’ve had a rough day. Time for Netflix and takeout.”
“Are you wearing my clothes?”
Lovers:
“You look beautiful tonight,baby.”
“Let’s skip dinner and go straight to dessert.”
“I’m leaving tomorrow. So kiss me like you mean it.”
“I don’t want to ruin what we have.”
“Trust me. This will feel great.”
Enemies:
“I knew you would fail, it wasjust a matter of time.”
“Oh, that was supposed to be a secret? Oops.”
“I’ll help you this one time, then I never want to hear from you again.”
“I didn’t invite you. Don’t make a scene.”
“You ruined my life. Why would I be happy to see you?”
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Jesse was humming in the bathroom, trimming his beard and still a bit moist from the steam of the shower he just took.The fluffy white towel around his waist barely covering himself. He leaned a bit, the straight razor in his hand scraping away the stubble he had accumulated around his beard. He was humming an old song, the smoke of his cigar erupting from his lips after a moment.
His clothes lay strewn across the room and the messy bed. A half-finished bottle of whiskey on the table with Peacekeeper and her rounds. His hat hung on the back of the pulled out chair. The room was messy but he liked having a bed for once. Soft clean sheets and a comfortable bed was a luxury when most would think it was necessary. He’d slept in much worse places.
He growled a bit, the shooting phantom pains he still got sometimes. Angela had said they would go away in a few weeks at first, but they have hurt ever since that accident. He growled and set the razor down. Gripping the elbow of his metallic arm. He wandered out of the bathroom in his towel, dripping water from his long hair. He opened a pill bottle and chased two down with a glass of whiskey. Yeah, wasn’t a smart choice but he didn’t care at this point.
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kyuey
its ganna be halloweennnn & I got genji-kitty idea from @sarcasticasides with their witch’s familiar genji :D
(edit) oh I miss up the credit lmao
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Jesse grumbled as he downed the whiskey. Scratching his beard as he moved to the bed and tried to relax as the medicine and alcohol took effect. He wasn’t expecting any visitors, so he just lounged in his naked state for a bit before getting back up to go continue his shaving. He wandered back in as his long dark hair dripped on the tiled floor of the plain bathroom.
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Jesse hissed as the whiskey burned his throat nicely and he set the glass down. He grumbled out a reply. “ Yeah, seems like it.” He wiped his mouth and moved to the bed to sit on the edge of it. Readjusting his towel situation and started to pull off his arm. It was painful when the nerves disconnected and the hiss of mechanisms whirled. He could only imagine how it was for Genji.
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Jesse was humming in the bathroom, trimming his beard and still a bit moist from the steam of the shower he just took.The fluffy white towel around his waist barely covering himself. He leaned a bit, the straight razor in his hand scraping away the stubble he had accumulated around his beard. He was humming an old song, the smoke of his cigar erupting from his lips after a moment.
His clothes lay strewn across the room and the messy bed. A half-finished bottle of whiskey on the table with Peacekeeper and her rounds. His hat hung on the back of the pulled out chair. The room was messy but he liked having a bed for once. Soft clean sheets and a comfortable bed was a luxury when most would think it was necessary. He’d slept in much worse places.
He growled a bit, the shooting phantom pains he still got sometimes. Angela had said they would go away in a few weeks at first, but they have hurt ever since that accident. He growled and set the razor down. Gripping the elbow of his metallic arm. He wandered out of the bathroom in his towel, dripping water from his long hair. He opened a pill bottle and chased two down with a glass of whiskey. Yeah, wasn’t a smart choice but he didn’t care at this point.
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deadeye-whiskey replied to your post: :3c shucks
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//AWW YOURE A SWEETHEART <3
Some A+ content on my dash <3
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send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed
Jesse was humming in the bathroom, trimming his beard and still a bit moist from the steam of the shower he just took.The fluffy white towel around his waist barely covering himself. He leaned a bit, the straight razor in his hand scraping away the stubble he had accumulated around his beard. He was humming an old song, the smoke of his cigar erupting from his lips after a moment.
His clothes lay strewn across the room and the messy bed. A half-finished bottle of whiskey on the table with Peacekeeper and her rounds. His hat hung on the back of the pulled out chair. The room was messy but he liked having a bed for once. Soft clean sheets and a comfortable bed was a luxury when most would think it was necessary. He’d slept in much worse places.
He growled a bit, the shooting phantom pains he still got sometimes. Angela had said they would go away in a few weeks at first, but they have hurt ever since that accident. He growled and set the razor down. Gripping the elbow of his metallic arm. He wandered out of the bathroom in his towel, dripping water from his long hair. He opened a pill bottle and chased two down with a glass of whiskey. Yeah, wasn’t a smart choice but he didn’t care at this point.
The Wolf of Wall Street (2013 Film) : Sentence Starters
"I've been a poor man, and I've been a rich man. And I choose rich every fucking time."
"What kind of hooker takes credit cards?"
"I fucked her brains out... for eleven seconds."
"$26,000 worth of sides?"
"The sides did cure cancer, that's the problem, that's why they were expensive."
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Sell me this pen!"
"You want a beer, pal?"
"But, you drink enough and... you drink a lot and it'll get you fucked up?"
"I know, but I don't drink, remember?"
"So boring. I'm gonna kill myself."
"There's no nobility in poverty."
"The name of the game, moving the money from the client's pocket to your pocket."
"I mean, we had similar interests and shit."
"I am not gonna die sober!"
"Let me give you some legal advice: Shut the fuck up!"
"Oh, no. No, Daddy doesn't even get to touch Mommy for a very, very... very long time."
"But no touching."
"You gotta untie me, buddy."
"I think you have a fuckin' drug problem."
"It's his first day on Wall Street. Give him time."
"I don't want to get personal or anything, but are they okay?"
"I'll tell you what: I'm never eating at Benihana again. I don't care whose birthday it is."
"Fun coupons!"
"The real question is this: was all this legal?"
"Don't you dare throw that fucking water on me! Don't you fucking dare!"
"They're gonna need to send in the National Guard to take me out, cos I ain't going nowhere!"
"What I'm asking, you Swiss dick, is are you going to fuck me over?"
"If you sell $10,000 worth of stock, I'll give you a blowjob."
"But we were making more money than we knew what do with."
"Good for you, little man."
"Look, it's a figure of fucking speech."
"I'm gonna let you in on a little secret about these telephones. They're not gonna dial themselves."
"The book, motherfucker, the book!"
"You dress like shit, so fuck you!"
"Whoa! Did you just try to kiss me, bro?"
"Risk is what keeps us young, isn't it, darling?"
"I want to jerk off - but that's not why I do it. I do it because I NEED to."
"The nice thing about being rescued by Italians is that they feed you, make you drink red wine, then you get to dance."
"Whose fucking teeth are you gonna knock in?"
"The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself as to why you can't achieve it."
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McCree is street smart.
idk proper tumblr img sizing stuff mb
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mccree from helloween party is fuckin awesome bless him pls test coloring so its not looking finished but nvm
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Jesse had been wandering for a while, traveling around and had caught word of a beast in the woods near this town. That intrigued him. From the description, it was one of his kind. He wondered if it was alone pure breed like him.
He wandered into the forest, camping and moving. Not making an effort to hide his presence.
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“ Ain’t gonna tell ya what to do. But i ain’t gonna let them ruin another life.” He growled deeply. An inhuman sound for the hunter, thunder in his throat. Smoke erupted from his lips and he tapped out his cigar.
Who wants a quick starter?