If You Want To Interact With Me And Dont, Tell Me Why:

If you want to interact with me and don’t, tell me why:

☹ I’m an anxious mess who’s too scared to approach people

⚠ I’m intimidated by your writing

⌚ I have no time right now and need to wait until I’m less busy

☯ I can’t see how our muses would meet/interact

✂ I sent you something and you never replied

✒ You’re mutuals only and you don’t follow me because I’m a side blog

✑ I’m a side blog and I’m worried you don’t know about my blog or don’t want to interact with a side blog

☢ Your rules intimidate me

❧ I feel like your blog is too organized compared to mine

☒ I’m worried my blog isn’t fancy enough for you

⌇ Your face claim makes me uncomfortable

✎ I can’t write long enough replies and don’t want to annoy you

☾ I feel like I bother people

⚔ Our headcanons don’t align to the point where our muses couldn’t interact

⚖ I see you interacting with a select group of people and am worried you don’t want to interact with new people

⚐ English isn’t my first language and that makes me nervous to approach people

✉ I don’t know how best to contact you

☆ Other: ____________ (write in your own reason)

Violence/Death themed ask memes/prompts

((Obviously, lots of trigger warnings here so please be careful - Violence tw, death tw, killing tw, physical abuse tw, blood tw))

“Is that blood?!”

“You didn’t have to kill them!”

“Your car is dented, who did you hit?!”

“I could always just kill them…”

“Why are your knuckles bruised?”

“Just go! I’ll clean up this mess.“ 

“You busted my lip!”

“You clean up, I’ll hide the body.”

“They deserved it.”

“Dont you dare hit me!“ 

“I liked killing them.”

“Oh God, there’s so much blood!" 

"Don’t be a baby, I only kicked you in the balls.”

“Kill them! Go on!" 

"Who gave you that black eye?!”

“They died happy at least." 

"Do you want me to hit you?!" 

"Get rid of them and I promise I’ll never bother you again." 

"I’ll kill you, I swear!" 

"They were trying to kill me! I had to defend myself!”

“I’ll kill every last one of them." 

"Ow! I think you’ve broken my arm!”

“I’ll fight beside you." 

"Are you burning a body?”

“I was protecting you!”

“Don’t be alarmed, but I may have just run a guy over.”

“Have you ever killed anyone before? Be truthful.”

“It was an accident!”

“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you hit them with your car!”

“Burn the body and lets go.”

“I’m glad they’re dead!”

“They’re not going to make it.”

“Don’t you dare die on me!”

“I had to do it.”

“I killed them so we can be together, don’t you see that?”

“I may or may not have a dead person in my basement.”

“I am sick of cleaning up your mess!”

I’LL TAKE TWENTY TOP HATS, PLEASE

✗ ( EVIE )

As the silence drew out, she risked another glance in his direction, wondering if perhaps his attention had drifted they was it was apt to do; she was used to it, of course—he’d been that way since childhood, and it wasn’t likely to change any time soon. Focusing or remaining still for any length of time was impossible for him to do—no matter how serious the subject matter or how dire the situation, his body and mind were prone to fidget, and that was that.

Had she not been looking at him, she might have missed it—the way his lips turned down just a little as sadness flicked across his face. It happened so fast that anyone else would have missed it completely, but she was the one person who could always read his true feelings when no one else could. Though they’d been fighting like cats in a sack since arriving in the city, that didn’t change the prenatural connection between them—it would never dull or fade, no matter how cross they got, or how much cold, tense distance brewed between them. Every single part of her being felt that flicker of sadness—her instincts screaming out, insisting she do whatever it took to make him smile again.

Her eyes flicked away as he spoke—her mind already compiling all the reasons she should rebuke the offer, trying to send them to spill from her tongue. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment—focusing on the monumental task of stilling her mind as well as her tongue. This wasn’t the time for dismissive comments or terse words—God above knew she’d tossed enough of both his way over the past few weeks.

“I dare say there won’t be nearly as many of the buggers as there were a few weeks ago—you’ve done a good job taking them out.” Her eyes flicked open as she turned to face him, gesture towards the plans she’d been examining so close. “That’s a good idea—for a start, at least. It will be good to have them in place if we need them. The problem is we can’t be three places at once… but I might  have a solution if you’ll swear to me that you’ll really try  to stick with the plan…”

♖ @brassandbrawls​

♖ — His eyes went wide for a moment when she spoke again because he dared to say that actually sounded like near praise coming from her --- on both the subject of what he had been doing on his own and his idea of having them place Rooks inside the party. In a flash, he had silently gotten to his feet and appeared directly behind her, just tall enough with her in heels to be able to see over her shoulder at the plans.

♖ — It was then he realized that she said that they couldn’t be in three places at once and all of a sudden he felt the oh too familiar anxiety begin to claw at his chest. He kept his face perfectly even as he made it seem like he was looking over her notes and schematics but the truth was his mind wasn’t taking any of it in. From what he had been told, Starrick was going to be at this party on top of who really knew how many goons -- and she wanted them to work separately?

♖ — With them fighting they hadn’t been working too much together -- which had been nerve-racking on its own, but he had somewhat been relying on the fact she had been doing more recon than anything to tame his fears, but this? What if he couldn't reach her in time? Sure, that bond they seem to share gave them a leg up sometimes, but he wasn’t about to rely on it to keep them both alive.

♖ — He wasn’t sure how long it had been since she spoke, 20 seconds? 20 minutes? Though he did become aware that at some point he had placed a hand on the small of her back. ❛ Depends -- lemme hear it first. ❜

▌ ▌ @booksandblades

Endless List of Favorite Characters: (2/??) Jacob Frye, Assassin’s Creed Syndicate

“Escape plan? When no one is left, walk out the front door.“